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Pogue Gone Rogue • pt. I

Rafe Cameron x Routledge!Reader

➸ summary: following a nasty divorce with Big John, your mother moved you to Figure 8, separating you from your step-brother and his group of misfits. 5 years later you’ve integrated into the kook life, but what happens when your estranged brother tries to bring you back to the pogue ways?

➸ warnings/notes: best friend’s brother trope, rafe isn’t crazy in this (sort of), heavy daddy issues from both reader and rafe, secret relationship, some strays from canon, eventual smut (18+)

A/N: i am NOT a ward apologist, but i had to glaze the guy for the sake of the story ok i'm sorry

word count: 2.8k

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THE TRANSITION FROM Pogue to Kook was rough and daunting at first. You had lived on the Cut for as long as you could remember. Even though you were born in Kook territory, you were fully raised on Pogue turf. You never thought that you would live a life outside of it.

Now as you stood in front of your vanity, pearl necklace dangling from your neck, you couldn't imagine life any other way.

Figure 8 has been your home for 5 long years now. It was where you graduated, where you had your first boyfriend and your first job - it was where you met your best friend. Sarah Cameron.

When you were first whisked away from home, you were 15. John B, JJ, and Pope were your best friends; until they weren't. Time passed and they eventually forgot about you, saying that you were long lost to the 'Kook ways' and you were soon replaced by Kie. This was a fact that Sarah did not take lightly.

She had raved on and on about how much she hated Kiara, about how John B should've stuck by you as your step-brother. She was the first person to truly understand you and have your back.

Grabbing the duffle bag on your bed, you began to make your way downstairs.

Your mother was out of town on business and Sarah had offered you to come over to her house for a few days. It was an ongoing tradition of yours. When you had the house to yourself she always insisted that you shouldn't have to stay home alone. In recent years, since you were both adults, you tried getting her to sleep over in yours instead, but Ward wouldn't be caught dead letting his 'baby' leave the house for days on end.

So agreeing with his compromise of allowing you to live with Sarah whenever you wanted, you decided to buy him a bottle of whiskey as a token of gratitude.

The only issue you ever had at the Cameron's estate was Rafe.

It wasn't the same issue everybody else had with him. In fact it was quite the opposite. You see, your frequent visits to Tannyhill had caused you and him to form a sort of… friendship. If you could call it that.

Occasionally when Sarah would go on dates with Topper, Rafe would bring you outside for a drink or two and a chat. He would claim that he felt bad that Sarah 'left you' for her boyfriend. You couldn't complain. Rafe was cute. He was nice when he wanted to be (or had to be), and he was never rude with you. Well, never intentionally. Sometimes he just had a certain sour attitude about him - but that was just how he was.

"Honey, I'm home!" you called out into the vast mansion.

Ward had given you a key to the house months ago saying that if anything were to ever happen, you would come to them. Whatever that meant. You figured he was just looking out for you as Sarah's friend.

A squeal sounded around the white walls as your friend came running towards you, her little sandals clacking across the floor. She scooped you up into a hug, rocking you from side to side.

"Okay, okay!" you giggled. "Don't hug me too hard or I'll drop your dad's gift."

"Oh you didn't have to," she said as she grabbed the fancy bottle from your hands.

Ward always had a soft spot for you, something Rafe never failed to mention and grumble about. He was kind of like a father-figure to you. Your own dad was never too present in your life. Despite his immense love for your mother and step-brother, it felt like you were constantly cast aside, which is probably why your mother left his sorry ass.

"Here she is. Kook princess number two." Rafe.

Your heart sputtered as you turned to face him. Damn, he looked good.

Sarah rolled her eyes. She never liked encouraging his stupid nicknames for you. After all, Rafe was a player and she didn't want you falling for his stupid tricks.

"Well if it isn't the Kook prince himself," you replied back. Rafe scoffed as he came up to Sarah to examine the bottle that she took from you.

"This is a good brand. Nice choice, princess."

If you weren't in the presence of his sister you probably would've passed out at the mere tone of voice he used. How was it that he was always so effortlessly hot? Sometimes it felt like he was deliberately trying to make you flustered. You pushed the thought from your mind. He was only being friendly - he had to be, you were always at his house.

"Stop flirting with my friend," Sarah said as she dragged you by the hand to bring you upstairs. "Perv," she mumbled under her breath which earned a laugh from you.

"He was just being nice."

Continuing up the stairs, Sarah turned her head behind to look at you. "Rafe is never just being nice."

IT WAS NIGHTFALL now and you were getting dressed for a kegger that was being thrown at the beach. You were never really one for big parties but Sarah was excited to go, so you agreed.

You were glad you decided to bring your makeup with you as you stood in the bathroom with your various brushes and powders.

"Hey, babe," said Sarah as she patted your waist while walking past you. "I'm so sorry to ask you but can you use Rafe's bathroom?"

This wasn't new to you. Rafe would let you use his mirror and shower when this one was occupied, but for some reason you would get nervous each time. Knowing he was only a few meters away from you always sent chills down your spine.

"Sarah," you groaned.

"I'm sorry but I need to use the shower!"

You gave in, sighing and nodding. This was her bathroom after all. Collecting all your things, you made your way down the hall to her brother's room. The door opened after one knock and you presumed he already knew why you were there.

"Got kicked out again?" Rafe asked as he moved to let you in. You only hummed in response as you made your way through his room swiftly. His room was almost as familiar as Sarah's considering you were in here at least one out of every two visits to their house.

Rafe let out a chuckle. "Sure, make yourself at home," he said once he saw you tumbling the contents of your makeup bag onto the sink counter.

"Don't you have to get ready? Stop bugging me, Cameron."

"I am ready, Routledge," he snarked back.

Your back straightened at the name. "Don't call me that."

Rafe put his hands up in defense, walking into the bathroom to grab his comb. He never really knew what happened between you and your brother and he never asked (because he knew better than to dig into people's family problems). Moving to stand behind you, he brushed his hair out, his eyes following your movements as you applied your mascara.

"Do you really have to do that here?"

Rafe rolled his eyes with a smile. "You're in my bathroom. You don't get to tell me what to do."

"I'm not telling you anything, I'm asking a question," you said. This was how your conversations always went. He would say something sarcastic and you would quip with something similar. It was like you two bounced off of each other's behaviors.

"Maybe I just like watching you."

Pulling out your lip-gloss, you snorted. He always found a way to jokingly flirt with you no matter the situation. Sarah thought it was annoying, but you? You secretly liked it. It was times like these where you could pretend that he wasn't your best friend's brother, but perhaps something more.

That would never happen though. It was hopeless to wish for it.

"Well, when you decide to stop being creepy can you please grab my shoes from downstairs?"

"And now you're bossing me around," Rafe muttered as he leaned down behind you to place his comb on the sink in front of you. You could smell his woody cologne as his back pressed against your shoulder ever so slightly. It was like he knew how to drive you crazy.

By the time he returned, you were already changed into your outfit. Sarah convinced you to wear a mini-dress. She raved on and on about how it was too warm for jeans and you just had to wear it.

"Maybe you can even catch a few guys' eyes," she had said with a wink. Little did she know that the only eyes you wanted to catch were her brother's.

Rafe paused when he walked back into his bathroom. There you were in all your glory, your hands ruffling up your perfectly curled hair. He mentally thanked Sarah for making you wear the dress. You looked stunning - and he chastised himself for even thinking it. You were his sister's best friend, he shouldn't be saying things like that.

"You're gonna wear that?" Rafe teased as he clutched your sneakers in his hand.

"And you're gonna wear that?" you mimicked, eyeing his plain button up and slacks.

Shoving past him, you grabbed the shoes and went to sit on his bed. The mattress bounced as you made yourself comfortable. Rafe's bed was unusually high and you struggled to tie the laces as you leaned down. Your short dress was not practical enough for this.

"This is pathetic to watch. Let me."

Walking to you, he kneeled on the floor in front of his bed, patting his knee. "Here, lift your leg."

The visual of him on his knees before you made your breath stutter. Not-so innocent images playing in your mind as you placed your foot on his thigh. His breath tickled the inside of your ankle.

You prayed to everything that he would do this fast because you weren't sure how much you could handle. Warmth spread throughout your body as Rafe took the other leg in his hand and put your foot on his knee, his fingers moving nimbly to tie this shoe as well.

Skin buzzing at the ghost of his touch, you quickly stood up and marched to the bathroom. You cleaned your items up at the speed of light and vacated his room, throwing a 'thanks' over your shoulder as you left.

By the time you three arrived to the party it was already in full swing.

Sarah skipped over to her boyfriend, encasing him in an embrace. You jokingly grimaced and gave Rafe a look. You liked teasing Sarah about how touchy she was with Topper but, really, you thought they were cute.

"Drink?" he asked.

You nodded. "Drink."

Both walking to the drink stand, you grabbed a bottle of beer and Rafe did the same. You guys were not too fond of the drink - you found this out during one of your late night chat sessions after Sarah snuck out to meet Topper - but the situation called for some sort of inebriation. I mean, it was a party.

"Out of everybody here, who would have the highest chance of taking you home tonight?" Rafe asked, completely shocking you.

You took a swig of the beverage you held before pondering. Realistically the answer would be Rafe, but you couldn't exactly admit that.

Making a face at the taste of the alcohol, you shook your head. "God, none of them."

The man side-eyed you, raising an eyebrow. "No one at all?" he asked, his voice lowering as he moved closer to you by a bare inch.

Swallowing down the spit that had formed in your mouth, you shrugged. You couldn't even look at him for fear that you would say something you regretted. Every time you were alone with Rafe it felt like everything inside of you was on fire. Half the time you weren't sure if he saw you as just one of Sarah's friends or if he actually liked talking to you. He was just so difficult to figure out.

The feeling of someone's breath on your ear awoke you from your thoughts. Rafe was leaning down to your level, his eyes boring into you.

"Because I know who I'd wanna take home," he moved a piece of hair from your face as you craned your neck to face him. Holy shit. This was not real -

A loud yell interrupted the moment, both you and Rafe jumping at the intrusion. People were screaming in the distance, some sort of commotion happening near the shore.

You were first to move, leaving your drink as you neared the altercation. Upon closer inspection you recognized John B and JJ. What where they doing here?

However you barely had time to wonder anything else as you witnessed Topper throw a punch directly to your brother's face, causing him to tumble down into the water. You ran up to your friend, holding onto her arm.

"Sarah, what happened?"

She was practically hyper-ventilating at this point, holding her chest. "I- I don't know. They just got here and Topper, he-"

The rest of her words were jumbled and incomprehensible. The only thing you could do was rub her back in comfort. Looking around you noticed Kiara and Pope were also there, a worried look on their faces.

"Hey!" you directed it to the duo standing in the sand, "what the fuck is going on?"

Kiara opened her mouth to speak, but she quickly stopped once she noticed something happening in the water.

Turning your head to see what she was staring at, you gasped. Topper was shoving your brother's head under the ocean, his eyes glazed over with a certain fury that you had never seen before.

You ran up, not caring that your shoes were now full of saltwater. "Topper, stop!"

He only pushed you in reply, your ass hitting the sand harshly. Before you could do anything else JJ appeared, a soft click sounding through the air. Suddenly Topper tensed, his eyes locking onto yours in fear. Of course JJ had a fucking gun.

Faintly hearing people scramble away, you stood up to your feet, ignoring the fact that Sarah and Rafe were screaming at you to get out of the water.

"JJ!" you shouted, "stop it."

Sarah ran towards the water, her dress whirling in the wind. You paid no mind to her as you watched Topper let go of John B. Wading towards your brother, you helped him stand up, his breath heavy and his eyelids drooping. Rafe stood next to his sister as he looked at you in concern, making sure no one pulled anything else.

A gunshot rang through the air and you flinched. "Hey, sis," coughed out John B, water shooting out from his nose and mouth. You fought the urge to slap him.

"Don't 'hey sis' me," you grumbled as you dragged him to shore. You knew you would have to evacuate soon enough. The gunshot had to have alerted any nearby cops, and you did not want to be here when they arrived. Dropping John B onto the sand, you walked past him.

Grabbing JJ's gun, you threw in onto the floor. “The fuck is wrong with you? Are you stupid?"

He made a mix between a scowl and a sneer as he turned away from you. Picking the gun back up, he went to help John B.

"She's right, JJ," said Pope. He was always the one with his head on his shoulders. "You shouldn't be waving a gun around. Especially not around here."

His friend ignored him.

"I came to see you," John B's voice came. "Dad's gone."

You whipped your head around. So much was happening all at once, and you didn't know how to handle it. Rafe was at the far end of the beach, scolding Topper while Sarah tried to calm him down, presumably pleading with her brother to let go of her boyfriend's collar. Kiara and JJ were holding John B up while he regained his strength. And you - well you were trying to figure out what your brother's statement even meant.

"He's dead?" you asked.

"No. He's missing. He's been missing for months."

You widened your eyes in disbelief. "And you're only telling me now?"

Pope gave you a sympathetic look but you turned away. You didn't want to deal with any pity right now. How could they keep this from you for so long? Sure, you never had a great relationship with your father, but you had the right to know this information sooner rather than later.

"Dude, you are unbelievable," you muttered before completely turning around and making your way off the beach.

It was safe to say that the car ride back to Tannyhill was painfully awkward that night.

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i loved “i could fuck you better” sm! 🥵 reading the part where she begs rafe to finish in her without protection made me wonder, could u maybe write something for ex!rafe getting reader pregnant? 🤫

𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞

Rafe Cameron x ex!fem!reader

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summary; your relationship with Rafe hangs by a thread, but a mistake will forever bind you together

warnings; SMUT, p in v, unprotected sex, unexpected pregnancy, some angst but fluff in the end

a/n; english isn't my first language, so you might find some mistakes; I'm open to constructive criticism. Sorry for the delay, I'm a slow writer :(. I'm not sure if this is what you had in mind, but I hope you enjoy it and thank you so much for your request!! ❤️

When Sarah had invited you to her birthday party, the last thing you expected was to end up in Rafe's bed... Once again.

You two had broken up a few weeks ago for the hundredth time, and you had been ignoring him since the break up because you knew it was likely you would get back with him if you didn't.

And he didn't deserve it after what he had done.

But that night he was acting very different from how he usually acted: kind, sweet, caring. You hadn't seen him snorting any coke and he had even apologised for being a jerk —which was almost unthinkable coming from him—, causing you to soften in no time.

Before you knew it, you were naked under his dreamy body.

He was pounding into you hard, your bodies were covered in sweat and you couldn't help but moan with every thrust, each one of them hitting your g-spot. His hands were everywhere, touching and caressing every part of your body almost like he was worshipping you.

"I've missed you so much, baby," he whispered while he grabbed your neck to bring your face closer so he could kiss you, taking your breath away.

His tongue slipped between your lips and you moaned, closing your eyes and pulling his hair so hard that he groaned in your mouth. You used your legs to push his hips rougher against yours and you swore you felt the tip of his dick rubbing your cervix.

"Have you missed me?" he asked when you didn't reply, desperate to hear an answer.

He grabbed your left thigh, hard enough to bruise, and he placed your leg over his shoulder, heightening your pleasure. You cried out and hold onto his biceps with so much force that your gel nails dug into his tanned skin. You tried to give him an answer, but that new position was clouding all your senses and you weren't capable of putting words together; you had lost count of how many times you had come thanks to his fingers and his dirty mouth, but you could feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm again.

"Are you gonna answer or should I stop, baby?" he insisted, slowing down his movements.

"No, no, please, I'm so close, Rafe," you begged him as you ground your hips to try and get yourself off.

"Have you missed me or not?" He pushed your body against the mattress so you couldn't move and stopped thrusting.

"Rafe..." you stuttered, looking at him with pleading eyes, but he didn't budge.

"Yes or no? It's an easy question, baby." He placed his thumb right over your clit, rubbing it at a torturing but very pleasing pace.

"Yes, I've missed you so much," you finally recognised, whimpering and biting your lip because of his actions.

He smirked, clearly satisfied with your answer, before he started pounding into you again, faster this time. He kept touching your clit with his fingers, making your eyes roll back, and you tried to match his pace the best you could. Soon, you were standing on the edge of the cliff, ready to jump off it.

"I'm going to cum," you told him, grabbing his hand to encourage him to rub your clitoris faster, and he complied.

"Me too, baby." His breathing was heavy while he started letting out more and more moans as seconds passed.

You stroked his belly, feeling his abs contract under your fingertips, and his thrusts became sloppier. You knew he wasn't going to last much longer, but neither were you, so you tightened your muscles around his cock and he groaned aloud; his raspy voice caressing your ears. With one last touch on your clit you came hard, trembling under him and moaning so loud that you were sure people on the first floor could hear you.

"Oh, fuck yes."

Your climax triggered his; Rafe cried out a bunch of curses while he fucked you through your orgasm and his own. You were so lost in the moment that you didn't even realise he was not wearing a condom. Three weeks later, though, when your didn't get your period, you became aware of your enormous mistake.

You sat on your bed, shaking and holding the pregnancy test in one hand, your phone in the other. It was positive, you were pregnant, but you were so scared of Rafe's reaction to that information that you didn't dare to tell him. You started crying your eyes out, not knowing what to do.

Should you tell Rafe?

Should you tell your parents first?

Should you keep it a secret and have an abortion?

You were too damn young to be a mother and you weren't ready for a responsibility like that, but it didn't seem fair to Rafe that you made that decision without being honest with him about the situation first; he deserved to know, even if you weren't together anymore.

You hadn't talk with him since your last encounter at Sarah's party given that you went back to ignore him as soon as you had left the house the morning after. He, on the other hand, was being more persistent than ever, blowing your phone with calls and messages every day.

That time, it was you who called, and it took him less than thirty seconds to pick up his phone.

"Baby, I'm so glad that you called." He sounded relieved to hear form you.

"We have to talk, Rafe," you simply said, struggling to contain your emotions that were all over the place.

Now at least you knew the reason behind all of your recent mood swings.

"See you in five." He hung up the phone.

As he promised, he was ringing your bell five minutes later. You opened the door, your eyes clearly puffy due to all the crying, and he frowned when he noticed, hugging you almost immediately.

"Are you okay, baby?" he asked, concerned.

He carried you inside, sitting on the couch and motioning you to sit on his lap. You did so, crying inconsolably on his shoulder as he whispered reassuring things to your ear throughout. He didn't pressure you to tell him what was going on; he just waited till you were ready to talk.

"We fucked up, Rafe," you said when you had calmed down, turning to look him in the eyes, "I'm pregnant."

His eyes widened when he heard you, his mouth dropping open because of the news, and it took him a few minutes to overcome the shock.

"Say something, please," you asked, feeling your eyes starting to water again.

Your heart was hammering in your chest; you were terrified. What were you supposed to do if he didn't support you in the most difficult moment of your life? For you, that would mean the end of your relationship forever.

Thankfully, that did not happen.

He just put his arms around you one more time and said, "Baby, whatever decision you make, I'm here for you, okay? I'll always be there for you when you need me, because I love you with all my heart."

For the first time since you had met him, you felt truly safe in his arms and you knew right away: he was the one, your one. It was pointless to try to stay away form him; you were his and he was yours and the universe would always conspire to bring you together, because you were meant to be.

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𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝

- 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

pairing: rafe cameron x princess!reader (monegasque royalty)

genre: fluff, smut, angst ->18+!!

warnings: each chapter will have individual warnings but in general there will be smut, death of a family member, funeral, mentions and consumption of alcohol and drugs, mentions of politics and more

summary: “The Party Princess, was all that Y/N, the younger heir of Monaco's throne was to her people. The wild child, the one that didn’t fit in, and was the cover of every newspaper from one scandal to another.”

“Rafe Cameron, the life of the party, entitled rich boy, who loved throwing parties, getting drunk or high and using girls after girl for his selfish pleasures.”

Falling in love was never part of the deal. But when tragedy strikes, (Y/N) is met with the hardest decision of her life. Going back and being the leader her country so desperately needed, or staying back with the person that might just become the love of her life?

note: i have this started in my wips as a one shot but I figured I could turn it into a series so it won't be too long. however, I wanted to check in first if y'all would even be interested in a story like this one

also thank you to @jjsbank444for helping me out with this I love u

chapter 1 - coming soon

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Two Lines, Two Idiots Chapter Nine: I'm Uncomfy When People Do Nice Things

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Pairing:Rafe Cameron x Maybank!reader, Twin!JJ Maybank x reader

TW:pregnancy, mild trauma (?), I think thats it

Summary: Rafe proves just how far he's willing to go to take care of you.

Word Count:2k

A/N: Listen, I did minimal editing on this so just ignore any typos okay

To say you've been stressed is an understatement. At nearly twenty-eight weeks pregnant, the clock is ticking and each second that you don't have a plan worked out feels a little more like you're suffocating. 

Rafe has just gotten you back to a relatively normal state; making sure you get enough sleep and eat to your heart's content. However, despite your flare-up settling down, you haven't been able to take a full breath since the conversation about your living situation a few weeks ago. 

With the babies much more active and your back constantly aching, everything feels too real and it's finally sunk in that this is really happening.

"What's on your mind?"

You nearly jump out of your skin at the sudden sound of Rafe's voice and your hand comes to rest over your heart. 

"What's not on my mind is the real question. We're only two months out from the babies being born and we don't have anything figured out. We don't have cribs or any necessities; which I mean, why would we? It's not like we have anywhere to set them up." 

Rafe can see your anxiety rising as your breathing picks up and releases a deep sigh. You watch as he sticks his hand out, eyeing him skeptically before taking it. 

"Come on."

He pulls you up with ease, both of his hands settling on your waist to keep you steady. Your clumsiness has reached new heights as your center of gravity continues to shift and pregnancy brain wreaks havoc.

"Where are we going?" You whine, and Rafe just shoots you a look. He stops for a second to allow you to slip on sandals before dragging you out to the Rover.

He buckles you in like usual before rounding the front and climbing into the driver's side and you watch the scenery blur as he heads away from the cut. The drive is silent, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your thigh. 

You frown when he turns down an unfamiliar road, somewhere between the cut and figure eight. Your eyes widen as you take in all the large homes, awestruck at the beauty of the quaint neighborhood. 

He pulls into a driveway and parks, taking a deep breath before looking over at you. The confusion is evident on your feature; your brows scrunched, and a quizzical look in your eyes. 

"Where are we?"

Again, Rafe doesn't answer. Instead, he gets out and opens your door to help you down. 

"Rafe, this is someone's house. We can't just trespass." You urge, and he remains stoic. 

You drag your feet as he leads you up the steps to the door, completely at a loss. It's a beautiful beachfront house with a screened-in sun room and at least two stories. It's the type of house you grew up dreaming about.

The type of house that would be perfect for raising a family, large but cozy with big windows for sticky little hands to smudge up.

Your stomach does a flip when he pulls out a set of keys and turns to face you. 

"You know that I'll always take care of you, right?" He asks, and you nod slowly. 

"And you trust me when I say that I'll always find a way to provide and you'll never have to worry again?" 

You nod once more, blinking quickly as tears sting your waterline. He places the key in the knob and opens the door, using the hand placed on your lower back to nudge you inside.

Your feet move on their own accord, and you step past the threshold. 

"Welcome home, baby."

You whip around to face him, shocked despite your suspicions. 

"What do you mean? Did you rent this place?" You breathe, and he chuckles. 

"Nope. It's all ours. Closed escrow last week. I've just been trying to work out some last-second details."

Your mouth hangs open as you stare up at him. 

"No you fucking didn't. Rafe Cameron, you did not buy a house. Certainly not this house. It's huge!" 

He laughs at your genuine bafflement and nods his head toward the open space. 

"Go take a look around. There are five bedrooms and four baths."

You stay cemented in place, trying to process the new information. He takes it upon himself to lead you around as you follow behind him like a lost puppy. Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head when you see the kitchen that's half the size of the house you grew up in, and he laughs. 

"If you think this is nice, wait till you see the pool and private beach access. It's our own little slice of heaven."

His heart sinks when he sees a tear fall, and he's eye level in an instant. 

"What's wrong? Do you not like it?" He asks in a panic as his thumbs try to wipe away the rapidly falling tears.

"It's beautiful Rafe. It's just… I can't leave JJ. I can't sleep knowing I'm here while he's still slumming it." You cry, and Rafe breathes a sigh of relief.

"Come on." 

He takes you outside, surpassing the aforementioned pool to stop in front of a second building. 

"It's a guest house. I figured you'd have an issue with leaving JJ, so I thought maybe he could live here. Might help to have an extra set of hands." He shrugs, and you freeze. 

An uneasy feeling washes over you, and your first instinct is to run for the hills. By all means, what Rafe has done is thoughtful and mind-blowing. However, you struggle with him buying you little things, and he's handing you the keys to a house? Not just you, but your brother as well?

Your mind can't quite process and Rafe notices immediately when your hands start ringing together and your pupils dilate. 

"Hey, stay with me. I know it's a lot, but I couldn't stand to see you so stressed out. I thought it could be a fun little project with Sarah. You know, decorating and picking out furniture." He scrambles, and you finally look up at him. 

"Why?" You whisper, and Rafe truly doesn't understand how you could think he wouldn't pluck the sun out of the sky and hand it to you if he was able. 

"Because I love you, and you deserve nice things. I plan on giving you those nice things, whether you like it or not."

Your lip quivers as you look around at the vast property and you shake your head. 

"But a house?"

Rafe's large hands envelop yours and lay them against his chest; a grounding tactic he's learned over the past few months to help with your anxiety. 

"Baby, I would buy the whole town if it would make you smile. So yes, I'm giving you a house so we can turn it into a home."

You pull him down by his neck, pressing a salty kiss to his lips before pressing your forehead to his. 

"Thank you."

Rafe kisses the tip of your nose and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you as close as he can with your large belly. 

"Anything for you."

The two of you stay like that for a second before you take a deep breath and rub your stomach. Your eyes light up suddenly and Rafe smiles at the way you're practically buzzing. 

"Can we show JJ?"

He nods with a chuckle and leads you back to the truck. 

"Of course."

The whole drive back you're shifting in your seat, nerves and eagerness oozing out of your pores. You practically leap from the seat despite Rafe's protest as soon as he parks, and race inside to the best of your ability. 

"JJ, come with me." You sing, and your brother looks at you like you've lost your mind before glancing at Rafe. 

"Everyone can come if they want." Rafe offers, and the rest of the group shares a look before nodding. 

You take JJ in the truck with you while the rest follow in the Twinkie, ignoring his line of interrogation the same way Rafe had with you. 

"Where the fuck are we?" JJ questions the second you pull into the driveway, and everyone spills out of the Twinkie. 

"What is this?" Sarah asks, and you just give Rafe a knowing smile. 

They frown as the two of you walk to the door, hanging back in case someone comes out with a shotgun. Their frowns turn to shock when Rafe unlocks the deadbolt and nods his head to signal everyone to enter. 

They do so slowly, arms crossed as they look around the same way you did. 

"Welcome to our not-so-humble abode!"

As soon as the words leave your mouth, everyone gasps and turns to face you. 

"What?!" JB shouts, and you nod while laughing. 

"Rafe bought the most expensive surprise ever." You say, and Sarah's most drops open. 

"You didn't let me help?" She scolds with a slap to Rafe's arm and he back away with a mock scowl. 

"Relax, I already told Y/N that the two of you have free reign to decorate however you want."

This seems to improve her mood as she squeals and claps happily. 

You turn to face JJ, and he gives you a half grin. It doesn't meet his eyes, and you can tell that he's trying to be happy for you despite his qualms. 

"You wanna see outside?" You murmur, and he tries to appear excited. Rafe motions for the rest to hang back, aware that you need a moment alone. 

JJ lets out a low whistle when he sees the pool and the beach just a few yards away. 

"This is insane. I'm happy for you." 

He pulls you into a hug and you squeeze him a little tighter. 

"Do you like it?" You press, and he cocks his head to the side. 

"Shit, what's not to like? You got the happy ending you deserve." 

You hum in agreement before motioning toward the guest house. 

"Well, it's a good thing since you'll be living here too. If you want to, that is."

The speed at which JJ's head whips to look at you is almost concerning and he studies your face for any signs of humor. 

"Are you crazy? I can't impose like that!" He exclaims, his arms moving wildly as he gesticulates to emphasize his point. 

"How do you even know the word impose? Anyway, you wouldn't be. You'd be living in the guest house. It's all yours." You explain, and for the first time in your life, JJ is at a loss for words. 

"Is Rafe okay with that?" He finally asks and you nod. 

"It was his idea. The babies are going to want Uncle JJ around, and I guess I wouldn't hate having you here either." You tease, bumping his shoulder with your own. 

You're interrupted by loud chatter as the rest of the pogues walk out, John B already talking about the surf break and house parties. 

"What's going on over here?" Kie smiles, and you shrug casually. 

"Just talking about how nice it's gonna be to have JJ living in the guest house."

Rafe pulls your back into his chest, his hands sneaking around your front to rest on your belly. Everyone looks around, completely baffled at the new information. JJ is still staring at the guest house, unsure how to react. 

It's nice; bigger than the shit hole the two of you grew up in. He's barely ever had a room to himself, let alone an entire place. Living in his sister and Rafe Cameron's fancy guest house isn't exactly how he saw his life unfolding, but he isn't mad at it. 

His thoughts are interrupted by John B and Pope slapping him on the back. 

"You good?" Pope frowns, and JJ blows out a long breath. 

"Yeah, man. Just surprised." 

John B nods in understanding before he breaks out into a smile. 

"You know this means we're crashing here all the time right? Why hang out at the chateau when we can chill at a five-star resort?" He jokes, and JJ smiles brightly. 

"Shit yeah, man. We're practically kooks now."

Rafe interrupts with a loud scoff and shakes his head. 

"I wouldn't go that far, Maybank. Besides, being a kook isn't all it's cracked up to be."

JJ slips off his boots and jumps in the pool before surfacing to stare down your boyfriend. 

"I don't know, bro. This seems pretty fucking awesome."

There's a moment of silence before Rafe laughs loudly. 

"Yeah, it's not too shabby."

You just stand and watch all the people you love most in your backyard, trying to commit the image to memory. 

"We need to start shopping, like, yesterday." Sarah suddenly says, and you wrap an arm around her shoulder. 

"We can look online tonight." You assure her, and she kisses your cheek before Rafe playfully pushes her away. Her lips are replaced with his and he nuzzles into your neck. 

"Are you happy, baby?"

You shift to look at him, and his heart melts at the way you're glowing. 

"The happiest." You sigh, and Rafe kisses your throat softly. 

"Then so am I."

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[portgasmalia]

daddy's favourite, rafe cameron pairing: rafe cameron & female reader summary: the kook princess, the good girl everybody thinks you are but rafe sees a different side. warnings: smut ahead! minor's don't read, please.

escaping the difficult situations at home was easy when the library was just around the corner. a good fantasy book always gave you comfort and enough time to blend out the constant arguments at home. being the kook princess seemed so easy from the outside, but keeping up the image was the opposite.

a book about the disparate historical events connected to the island in your hands, a certain page opened. the gold, you heard the pogues talk about, mentioned in multiple sentences. an amount that would buy you freedom from the tight restraints of being the golden child.

yet, your lids fell close for merely a second. teeth chewing harshly on the soft skin of your bottom lip, almost tearing it apart underneath the intensity of the bites. head fell back against the wooden shelves, the sound of the collision not bothering you at all.

no one ever made it to the section in the far left corner. dusty books waited to be read again after years, at least pulled out of the spiderwebs and tight space in the shelf. one of your hands left the leather book, reaching down.

delicate fingers brushed over the short strands on rafe's head, the buzzcut being a completely new experience for you. still, it fit the kind of reputation he had around figure eight. your skirt bunched up around the waist, one large hand placed underneath your right thigh to hold up the leg while two fleshy fingers of his left hand were deeply inside of your pussy.

pumping them in and out, rafe flattened his tongue against your bundle of nerves. there was no need to deny that the cameron lad knew exactly how to satisfy your needs. he gathered tons of experience around figure eight, it was no secret how much he loved women and sex. maybe, in combination with a little coke for his nostrils and an expensive whiskey for his throat.

tonight, on the other hand, he almost seemed sober. the dark corner in the library, the place that the citizens of figure eight ignored, it became your little hiding spot. as the daughter of a very influential man, almost like rafe with his father, the gazes anchored on what you were doing and with whom. rafe’s image around the north side and even the south side labeled him as a bad company.

“stop thinking. focus on me, babygirl.” he whispered, his warm breath fanning over your in wetness covered clit. a whimper coaxed out of the dry throat, you closed the book and focused on him as requested. the leg in his tight grip, placed over his shoulder, you allowed rafe to occupy his right hand differently. and he accepted the invitation without overthinking.

slowly, he leaned back to examine the image in front of him. rough fingertips grazed over your clit, while his fingers slowed down. „rafe, don’t stop, please.“ you begged, when the movement of his digits halted. just the fingertips left inside of your pussy, he tilted his head back to look at your flushed face. a tint of red spread across your cheeks, your bottom lip cracked open slightly from the assault of your teeth.

and he could not deny, that the scenario he was able to witness, was the most beautiful and addicting one he has ever seen. a sight for sore eyes, an image that stayed burned in the back of his mind.

„what do you want, babygirl?“ he arched a brow, waiting for the response. his usually attentive gaze glanced away from your face, taking in how the wetness pooled between your legs, and slowly flooded down his long pointer finger. „just do something, please.“ you whined, a hand still on his head and attempting to push him forcefully back between your thighs.

you’ve never been aggressive, yet, there was a small part of you that always wanted what she desired. an orgasm in the library was one of those particular things. „you’re so fucking pretty when you beg.“ his chuckles were light-hearted, a rather warm sound to the usual, mean comments he threw around himself as protection. words, to hurt the pogues, and any other person who glanced at you for too long. yet, this wasn't close to a relationship. it was fun, but rafe started to get possessive.

sliding his two fingers inside of your pussy again, he immediately felt how your walls stretched around the fleshy, long digits. a tightness and warmth, rafe yearned to feel with his dick. but you never agreed to more than the average foreplay. fingers and tongue on you, hand and mouth on him. the easy ways to get relief, without consequences. you also denied him the official title of boyfriend and girlfriend. the insanity that ran in the male part of his family, made it difficult to find enough to trust to not be treated like a slut after the good days were over.

with every stroke of his fingers, you found yourself slipping further into the pleasure-filled haze. the library, and the slim chance of getting caught by the staff, or residents of the island, faded out of your mind. your bottom lip repeatedly assaulted by your teeth, attempting to stifle the needy whimpers and loud moans that wanted to echo through the library.

rafe's hooded gaze stayed focused on you while pushing his fingers in deeply and curling them to hit the spot. it was a miracle how the kook always made you squirm and cum, and reach the spot that increased the bursts of pleasure. "shit." the word slipped past the attempts of keeping quiet, a simple curse word that rang in rafe's ears and evolved into a smug smirk on his lips.

his free hand found his place on the slick nub between your lips. the rough pad of his thumb pressed against the bundle of nerves, he slowly started to move in circles. a circle for each time he plunged his fingers deep inside of you. "come on, baby girl. let me watch you cum undone for me."

he didn't need to say another word. the sweet name he used to lure you into release and pull you further under his spell, was enough to burst the last restraints. head thrown back against the shelf, strands scattered across the face and hiding parts, your hand on his neck and digging your nails into the soft skin. moans swallowed, quiet whines still slipped through the swollen lips.

rafe did not stop the movements of his fingers until the orgasm washed over you completely. the desire to witness each second of the pleasure you bathed in, was almost enough to make a mess in his pants. when a loud breath escaped your mouth, he withdraw himself from your pussy, placing his arousal-covered fingers in his mouth to lick them clean. a satisfied growl coaxed out of his dry throat, the sweet taste always his favorite dessert.

carefully, you brushed the hem of your skirt down again, hiding the mess that flooded down the insides of your thighs. "so," rafe breathed out, the hands deeply in the pockets of his cargo pants, and a wide smirk plastered across the face. he took a step closer again, chest pressed against yours, a hand placed on the shelf above your head. "when will you let me fuck you? i think i passed the qualifications weeks ago."

"patience is the key, rafe." you giggled, manicured nails placed on the fabric of his polo shirts, and pushing him away with slight force. "but thank you again for taking the stress away."

the last words of gratitude he heard as you walked away. a glance over the shoulders, taking in the straddled expression on rafe's face and the bulge in his trousers. the first time, you ever walked off without giving him something back for his service. but you knew, he would come to get it, to get his revenge for leaving him exposed and needy in the library. a chase, you were excited for.

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[cwritesforfun]

Sarah Cameron x Fem! Reader: Girl Crush

Sarah Cameron is bisexual and has a crush on Kiara's best friend, Y/N. Y/N is a Kook, works at The Wreck as a waitress, hangs out with Pogues, and golfs at the country club sometimes.  Sarah Cameron only ever speaks to Y/N if they get partnered up in school and she's hoping that her friendship with Kie will score her a way to talk to Y/N or date her.

In this story ~~ John B never dated Sarah. Kiara and Sarah are also still friends.

**I do not own any of the OBX characters**this plot is fictional**

Sarah Cameron's POV - Friday Night

I arrive at the Boneyard. I park and walk over to Kiara who is smiling at me. We hug and I ask "Could we speak privately tonight at some point?" She nods and we walk near the water.

I exclaim "This is gonna be weird. When I tell you what I tell you, don't freak out, and don't tell my family or our friends. I will tell our friend group just not yet." Kiara replies "Go ahead. You’re scaring me." I reply "It’s not scary. Don’t worry. I'm bisexual." Kiara's jaw drops and she asks "Who was your first girl crush?" I answer "Wait. You're not weirded out?" She answers "No I'm not weirded out by the thought of you liking girls. It’s perfectly normal for girls to like girls and for boys to like boys. It doesn’t change that you’re my friend and I still love you. Now, spill who this crush is." I rub my neck and shyly answer "Funny thing is it's Y/N." Kiara replies "Hmm fair. She is beautiful. So... what do you want from me? I believe there was a reason for this conversation. I mean unless you only brought me over to tell me, which thank you for telling me. I will keep your secret." I reply "Thank you for being so supportive, Kiara. Now, I'm pretty confident when it comes to talking with people. Except if I'm around Y/N, I get all nervous. She makes my heart beat really fast and I forget about everything else around us. I have only spoken to her when we get assigned as partners for school. Other than that, I mean I see her with you at the Wreck and at the golf course playing with other people. I just never really talk to her. I'm just hoping you could help me talk to her like a normal person." Kiara smiles and replies "I can tell you really like her and I may be willing to help you out with talking to her. I'll text you with details this week when I find out her schedule." I nod and smile.

As I’m sitting with Kiara, I hear “Kiara! Sarah!” I look and see Y/N smiling running over to us. Kiara leans over to me and says “I guess I get to see how you handle yourself with her first hand. This’ll be fun.” I slightly shove her and she laughs.

Y/N plops down in front of us in the sand and says “I have been here for hours. When did you both get here? I haven’t seen you all night.” Kiara says “Girl, I drove you here. How much have you had to drink?” Y/N shrugs and says “Why is Sarah so quiet?” I blurt out “I don’t know why my brain goes blank when I look at you. I think I’m going a little crazy.” Oh sh** did I say that out loud? Y/N smiles and says “That’s cute.”

I glance at Kiara’s face which is grinning widely. 

Y/N moves to sit next to me and puts her head on my shoulder. She yawns and says “I’m just going to sit here. Is that okay?” I answer “Yeah, you can stay there.” She asks “Will Topper mind?” I ask “Why would Topper mind? Last I checked, he was my ex-boyfriend.” She answers “Huh, I didn’t know that. Kiara was supposed to fill me in on your love life. She didn’t tell me.” Kiara and her talk about my love life?! I ask “Why would Kiara tell you about my love life?” She shrugs, yawns, and answers “Um... what were we talking about? And where is Kiara? I’m getting too comfy and need a ride home.” I ask “Do you want me to drive you?” She asks “Do you mind?” I answer “No, not at all.” She replies “Okay thanks.” I stand up slowly and hold my hands to help Y/N up. She puts her arm around my shoulder and I put my arm around her waist. We start talking and I walk us by Kiara who I tell that I’m bringing Y/N home. Kiara winks and thanks me. 

I get Y/N in my passenger seat and I climb into the driver’s seat. I put my right hand on the gear shift and Y/N puts her hand on mine. She then intertwines our hands. I look over at her and she’s smiling so widely.

I ask “Uh... Y/N... can I help you?” Y/N answers “You’re just warm. I wanted to hold your hand.” I reply “I kind of need my hand to drive.” She replies “Oh okay.” She removes her hand from mine and it’s so cold in the car. Did I do something wrong? 

I start driving and Y/N sings softly to the music I put on. 

We arrive at Y/N’s home and I help her to the front door. 

Y/N asks “Do you want to sleep over?” I answer “I shouldn’t. You’re drunk.’ She frowns and says “Oh... fine. Good night Sarah.” I wave and walk back to my car. 

2 days later...

Kiara invited me over to hang out and swim. Y/N will be there too. Now, what do you think I should wear?!? It has to be perfect. I can't look like I tried too hard or didn't try at all. I find denim shorts and a crop top, and I bring a cute yellow bikini in case we swim.

As I leave, Rafe stops me. He asks "And where are you going?" I answer "To see Y/N and Kiara Carrera!" He replies "Hot Kooks. Huh, have fun." Whew. I nod and leave the house.

I drive to Kiara's house and park next to what must be Y/N's car due to the number of stickers that reflect her interests. I love it. It’s so her.

I walk up and knock. Kiara's mom opens the door and exclaims "Oh hi Sarah. Kiara said you would be coming over. They are in the kitchen." I nod and follow her to the kitchen. I thank her before she walks away.

I walk into the kitchen and see Y/N. She's sitting on one of the stools at the kitchen island swinging her legs while spinning the straw in her cup with her pointer finger. The outfit she has on is one of her staple outfits and something that brightens my mood.

I say "Hi Kiara and Y/N." They turn to me and say hi. I smile and sit next to Y/N at the kitchen island. Kiara gets me a glass of lemonade per my request and I thank her.

We chat a little more before changing into swimsuits and heading to the pool to swim.

We meet outside and we jump in the water. I look over at Y/N and see her bathing suit. It fits her so well and she looks so hot. Will I survive being around her like this? Maybe. Y/N asks "Is there something on me?" Oops, she caught me staring at her. I laugh and answer "No. I just really love your bathing suit." She replies "Thanks. I like yours too. It's bright like your personality." :)

We all swim together until we see rain and the thunder starts getting loud.

Kiara's dad cooks us lunch and we all eat together.

After that, Kiara lets us stay until the storm calms down.

We all lay on the couch and Kiara turns on a movie. Y/N sits next to me with a blanket. She leans over and asks "Want to share?" I nod and we cuddle next to each other on the couch. 

After the movie, the storm has calmed down and we get ready to leave. Y/N starts carrying stuff to her car.

Kiara walks up to me and exclaims "You're going to miss your shot with her. Go!" I run out the door and to Y/N's car. I see her and exclaim "Hey Y/N. Can I tell you something?" She nods and answers “Sure go ahead.” I reply “Wow I didn’t think you would say yes... uh I like you Y/N. I would like to take you out on a date. Would you like to go on one with me?" She answers "Yes I would love to. I had no idea you were bisexual. I really thought you and Topper were still dating. You did tell me a few days ago, but I was drunk and I could be remembering things differently." I laugh and reply "We broke up. I just ... He wanted to go fast and I didn't want that." She replies "We can take it slow, Sarah. In fact, I would prefer that...Do you have my number so we can talk about when the date will be and just to talk in general?" I answer "No I don't think I have it." She reaches into her car and hands me a personal business card with her info on it. She exclaims "I know that's super cheesy and also so odd to give you, but I have a lot. My dad thought it would be good for me to have business cards for personal and professional use. Little did he know I would use one to give to my crush." I smirk and reply "I'm your crush? Wow, I'm so happy... I guess that is why you would ask Kiara about my love life." She replies "Yeah, I can’t believe I told you that. Of course, I like you. You're beautiful inside and out."

:)

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[disturbedbeautywrites]

League of his Own - Prologue

A Rafe Cameron college baseball AU

Authors note: So, the reader is a softball player in this, but I promise it won't be the main focus of this series. It will focus more on the other aspects of the college experience <3

“Welcome to North Carolina University. Here’s your welcome packet and everything you need to know before you move in…” The tour guide’s voice was monotone and droning on and on as you looked at the campus in front of you, awe on your face. You had just transferred back home to North Carolina for your junior year of college after attending a different university out of state. You had moved for a softball scholarship and had missed home, so you transferred back to play softball on your home turf.

It was the best option for you and you could not be happier. You were going to live in an on campus apartment with three of your teammates; Sierra, Courtney, and Liv. Sierra and Courtney were both seniors while Liv was a junior just like you. On move in day, they made sure you had everything you needed and they helped you get settled. They were your personal tour guides for the first few days and you really bonded with them; especially Liv. She was quickly on the path to be your best friend and you were relieved to have people around you already before you got swept up in the crazy life of being a student athlete. You were about to eat, sleep, and breathe softball and you could not wait.

But, in the meantime you were spending time trying to get used to everything on campus. You had to figure out where your classes were and what the general vibe of campus was. Once you figured that out, you were going to do great. But, you definitely were nervous. Transferring to a school at this point could be intimidating; especially with being on a team.

However, little did you know, you were already creating waves throughout the school. The athletes at the school were a tight-knit group and knowing that an older transfer was on her way made people talk more than usual; especially the baseball team. Liv made sure that you were aware of this fact, but she reassured you that she would be there for you every step of the way. The two of you both had the same major; which meant you shared a good amount of classes with each other and could sit together.

“Who do I need to watch out for?” You asked the question randomly and she smiled and laughed before answering, her eyes locking on yours momentarily. “Rafe Cameron, but you’ll meet him shortly. We have to get you to orientation where you get to meet all the big wigs of the school, including Mr Hotshot baseball captain.” Her words were both ominous and hilarious because how bad could one person be?

After all, you weren’t at school to impress anyone. Especially not some stuck up guy who thought he was all that, right? Right? You were there to play sports and get your degree, anything else was just a bonus.

That’s what you told yourself anyways until you found yourself in the presence of Rafe Cameron himself and you found out why he had the reputation he did.

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[obxologies]

𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 | 𝘒𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯 ( 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 )

based off this concept

TABLE OF CONTENTS

prologue

chapter one: ...

chapter two: ...

chapter three: ...

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[marvelsgirl616]

💭♡ ♡… “good job, keep going” … ♡ ♡ 💭

-👀

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[fandomxpreferences]

Game On Chapter One: Beer Pong and Bad Reputations

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Frat! and Hockey! JJ x female!reader

TW:18+, sexual comments, alcohol consumption, I think thats it

Summary: You catch the attention of a certain blonde boy from back home when you attend a Frat party with your best friends.

Word Count:2.5k

A/N:this is kind of a half AU where they're still from OBX, but went to college instead of trying to die on a treasure hunt

"I don't know, Sarah. We have finals coming up and-"

You're cut off by Sarah and Kie scoffing in unison while making eye contact through the mirror. 

"Which is exactly why you need to fucking relax, Y/N! One night isn't going to kill you." Kie reasons, and you don't get a moment of reprieve before Sarah joins in. 

"Besides, there'll be plenty of hot guys just waiting to get you under them. Let loose." 

You scrunch up your nose at the insinuation, and Sarah tosses a dress at your head. 

"Here, put this on so we can go."

You sigh dejectedly, knowing that there's no use in arguing. They're going to make you go either way, so you might as well try to have fun. 

"Fine." You grumble, both girls cheering when you slip on the article of clothing. Your eyes widen when you see yourself in the mirror, turning to face your best friends. 

"I look.." You trail off trying to find the right word that won't offend Sarah seeing as the dress belongs to her, only to have your sentence finished for you. 

"Hot! You look hot, babe." Kie claps, and you give her a skeptical look. You can't deny that it flatters your figure, hugging your curves in all the right places and propping your boobs up in a way that's just above scandalous. 

"You always used to be the life of the party, Y/N/N. Let that crazy bitch back out for the night." Sarah encourages. 

You mull over the idea for a moment before smiling deviously, and the two girls give each other a knowing look. You suppose it won't hurt to let your hair down for once and forget about all the stresses college brings. 

Sarah forces you down in a chair while she starts on your makeup, and Kie styles your hair so that it looks carefree yet sleek at the same time. You flash a grin at your reflection before slipping on a pair of heels and starting toward the door. 

"Okay, girls. Let's show them how to party the Outer Banks way."

You aren't sure which Frat your friends are going to, but it doesn't matter. By the time you pull up, the party is in full swing with thumping bass and drinks flowing. You turn to Sarah when you see the banner housing the Greek letters and narrow your eyes. 

"Isn't this the frat with the guys from back home?" You ask and she shrugs casually. 

"I think so. Does it matter?" 

You purse your lips before grinning, and she matches your expression. 

"Not even a little bit."

The three of you make your way inside, instantly gravitating toward the drinks. You make yourself a cocktail in a red cup, waiting for the girls to finish before sauntering back out to the main area. 

There are people everywhere; some dancing, some making out in the corners, and some playing various drinking games like beer pong. You lock eyes with Sarah, and she nods in agreement. 

The three of you make your way towards the table, an innocent look in your eyes as you lock onto your prey. Three guys that have no idea what's about to hit them, too focused on the expanse of skin and body glitter standing before them in the form of sorority girls.

You know they recognize you to some degree; Sarah is the president of your sorority with you holding the title just beneath her, and Kie is always with you.

"Mind if we play?" You ask sweetly, and without hesitating they all agree with excitement. 

They refill the cups that have been emptied, one of them handing you the ping pong ball with an over-the-top grin. 

"Ladies first."

You thank him with a bat of your eyelashes, taking your shot and intentionally missing. You pout, feigning disappointment while Kie reassures you. The guy that handed you the ball laughs lightly and flashes you a smile. 

"Don't worry sweetheart, you'll get the hang of it." 

You shoot a sideways glance at the girls, hiding your smirk. He's fallen into your trap hook, line, and sinker. You look him over, noticing his messy black hair and tan skin. He's cute, but not cute enough for you to let him win. 

This goes on for the first couple of rounds, the three of you pretending to suck while downing the cups as they sink the balls. Once you're sure that you have them fooled, your face drops from sweet to dark and you shoot the guy a wink. 

He watches as you line up your shot, tossing the ball into the cup without touching the rim. You watch his smile disappear, his buddies observing with wide eyes as you continue to demolish them. 

Once you make the winning shot, Sarah and Kie cheer while pulling you into a hug. You celebrate for a moment before turning back to the men and walking forward. Your hand comes up to pat the side of the man's face mockingly, and you speak using the same condescending tone he had in the beginning. 

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm sure you'll have better luck next time."

Sarah and Kie laugh while you all move away, going to refill your now empty cups. Little do you know, you garnered the attention of a certain blonde-haired boy that's following you with his eyes. 

You seem familiar to him, yet he can't quite place how he knows you. He figures he must have just seen you around campus before his eyes light up with realization. His hand swats at the man to his left as he nods toward you. 

"Hey, isn't she a pogue? We went to school with her right?" He asks, and John B frowns as he racks his brain. 

"Yeah, yeah she's that one girl that was always at every Kegger. Wasn't she deemed queen of keg stands or something?" He replies, and JJ nods eagerly. 

"Shit, yeah. Why weren't we friends with her again?" He frowns, and Pope pipes up from his other side. 

"She was always hanging around kooks."

JJ sucks his teeth, memories of you laughing at the country club coming back to him.

"Riiight, she was close with Sarah Cameron and her asshole brother. He was always lurking behind her like a fucking pitbull." He scoffs, and John B directs his friend's attention back to you as you emerge from the kitchen. 

"Looks like she still is." He grimaces, observing as you laugh loudly while standing between Sarah and Kie.

John B can practically hear the gears turning and narrowly misses JJ's arm when he pushes off the wall. 

"I'm gonna go talk to her."

Pope's eyes nearly bulge out of his head as he tries to stop his friend along with John B. 

"JJ, I don't think that a good- and he's gone."

John B shakes his head, eager to see how this blows up in JJ's face. 

"Well, this will be interesting."

You're in the middle of telling Sarah a story when you notice a figure stop in front of you. Your head turns to face him, eyebrows raising when you see his dimpled smile directed at you. 

"Hey, cupcake."

You cast a glance at Kie as she shrugs, and smile slowly. 

"Hi." You answer hesitantly, but this only seems to spur him on. 

"Oh come on, you don't remember me? Surely I made some kind of impression on you." He teases, and you pretend to be confused. Unbeknownst to him, you know exactly who he is. Which is why you want to fuck with him. 

JJ was always known as a player in high school, tales of his sexual escapades scarring you one too many times. He slept with any girl that would allow him to, and given his good looks there weren't many that turned him down. 

"I'm sorry. Am I supposed to know you?"

You watch in amusement as his confidence deflates before you let out a laugh. 

"I'm just fucking with you, Maybank. I remember you. How could I not? I saw your nudes sophomore year."

That cocky smirk is right back on his face like it never left as Sarah and Kie slowly back away. 

"Like what you saw?" He teases, and you take a sip of your drink while holding eye contact over the rim of the cup. 

"I've seen better." You shrug, and his tongue darts out to wet his lips as he nods. 

"Bet you've never had better, though." He quips, but it doesn't cause you to blush the way he was hoping. You seem immune to his charm, and it intrigues him as much as it pisses him off. 

"That's not a winning bet there, surfer boy." You bark, and his eyes twinkle at your ability to match his energy. 

"We'll just have to find out, won't we princess?"

Your eyebrows raise at his pickup line, and you shake your head with a chuckle. 

"You thought that was smooth didn't you, Barbie? In your dreams.

His nose crinkles at your dig, and you can't deny the butterflies in your stomach caused by the banter. 

"Oh most definitely. How about we make a deal?"

This catches your attention, and your eyes rake over him slowly before coming back to meet his ocean eyes. 

"What would that be, exactly?" You ask, and the look he gives you screams trouble. 

"We play a round of beer pong. Me and my guys against the three of you. Happy to see you still associate with kooks, by the way." 

He lets out a gag at the end of his sentence and you roll your eyes before quirking a brow. 

"What does the winner get?" You question, and he pretends to think for a second. 

"If we win, I get your number. If you win, you get my number and the ball is in your court."

You take another drink, pondering the offer in your mind. 

"What makes you think I want your number?" 

He takes a step forward, now close enough that you can smell his sweet and spicy cologne as he speaks low enough for only you to hear. 

"The way your thighs have been rubbing together ever since you mentioned seeing my cock."

Your eyes widen for a split second, and he smirks before taking a step back as if he didn't just call you out. 

"Fine. It's a deal."

You motion the girls over as JJ does the same, and they all follow you to the beer bong table. You're just intoxicated enough to go through with it, and Sarah sends you a curious glance. 

You wave her off, competitiveness taking over as JJ sinks his first shot. Unlike the other guys, the three men opposite you are an actual threat. This isn't a regular game; this is Pogue versus Pogue. 

Not only Pogues but the two reigning champions of the Cut. It's neck in neck, the two of you trying to distract each other as you make shot after shot. It's down to the last cup and you take a deep breath before tossing the ball. 

You throw your hands up in victory when come out the winner, and JJ closes his eyes while tossing his head back. You give him a shit-eating grin while handing him your phone, knowing you don't intend to ever touch the contact. 

What you don't expect is for him to text himself so he has your number too. 

"That wasn't the deal!" You exclaim, and he hands the device back to you with a playful smile. 

"Never said how I was gonna give it to you."

Your eyes narrow at the boy, doing your best to appear angry when you're actually fighting a grin. 

"You tricked me." You accuse, and he leans his hands against the table to get in your personal space.

"I wouldn't say tricked so much as outsmarted, Keg Queen."

The way his eyes rake over your figure makes your skin burn, something between fascination and lust swirling within them. He can't help but think God has a plan that's being executed right in front of him, and though he doesn't consider himself to be spiritual, he thinks you might just be a new religion that he'll fall to his knees and worship.

"Don't get used to it, pretty boy." 

His heart rate accelerates upon hearing the nickname, and he wonders if he'll make it out of this alive. Probably not, but what a ride it will be. 

"Clever as the devil and twice as pretty. I like that." He grins, popping a toothpick in his mouth and making a show out of twirling it with his tongue. 

Your eyes drop to his mouth in a fleeting glance, but he notices nonetheless. 

"You're dangerous, Maybank." You breathe, and he leans in even closer so that his lips are nearly brushing yours. 

"All the best things are." 

Your breath hitches and you take a step back, inhaling deeply to try and ground yourself. The other four glance around at each other, almost uncomfortable with the sexual tension floating in the air. 

JJ stands up straight, never breaking eye contact while taking a long swig from his cup. 

"I'm gonna text you the details for my next game, and I'll have my jersey waiting for you at the entrance." He finally says, taking off his backwards cap and placing it on your head.

He shoots you a wink before walking off and you call out to him.

"You forgot your hat!"

He turns to face you, still walking back ward and gives you a blinding smile.

"Keep it, cupcake. Looks better on you anyway."

The girls wait until Pope and John B follow him before Sarah slaps you on the arm. 

"What the fuck was that?" She asks with wild eyes, and you turn to face her with your mouth gaping open. You open and close it a few times, trying to find the words, before finally settling on shaking your head. 

"I have no idea, but I've got a feeling it's going to happen a lot."

Before either of them can reply, your phone vibrates in your pocket and you pull it out. 

Friday at 7. I'll have tickets set aside for you and the figure eight princesses. 

You can't help the smile that pulls at your lips and lock your phone, not giving him the satisfaction of a quick response. It doesn't make a difference; JJ watched you read the message from across the room while John B shook his head. 

"This is a bad idea, J." He sighs, but it does nothing except spur the blonde on. 

"You know my stance on bad ideas, JB."

His friend nods, well acquainted with his best friend's go-get-em outlook on life. They watch as the three of you walk out the front door, no doubt in for a long night of gossip and giggles. 

"What's your end game here, man?" Pope asks, and the grin that JJ gives him makes him nervous. 

"Having the two of you fight over who gets to be the best man at our wedding." He replies, and Pope's eyes flutter closed in annoyance. 

"Glad to see we're remaining realistic." 

JJ just laughs and slaps his shoulder before starting toward the kitchen. He stops and turns around just long enough to point at JB. 

"Bring your A-game on Friday. We're gonna have some new faces in the crowd."

John B presses his lips together with a nod, watching as his friend carries on his original path. What could possibly go wrong?

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when my world is falling apart

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summary: in the wake of her drunken argument with eve, indie finds herself tumbling down a pit of sadness. as she begins to spiral out of control, jj sticks right by her side to see her through the darkness. 

warnings: swearing. angst. mentions of abuse, mentions of death. mentions of grief. 

author’s note: i think this might be one of the saddest chapters that i have ever written. as always, please feel free to leave a comment or a reblog with your thoughts or come talk to me in my ask box! always love hearing your thoughts! also this is 7.5k words so pls give me some love!

Grief. It was something that Indie was so painfully familiar with, yet something that she had not yet experienced at all; whilst she had felt the heart-breaking, soul-destroying, spirit-crushing emotions of grief in the moments following the losses of her mother, her father, and her ex-life-long best friend in each of the varying contexts, she had not yet cycled through the grieving process in full for their loss. Each loss that she experienced just sent her tumbling back to the very beginning once more. Rather than accommodating the now empty, abyss-like voids that they once filled in her life by filling them with the joyous memories that they had once shared together, she had instead patched over them with the tarnished fabric of self-destructive behaviour and an indestructible attitude. And, for the most part, it had worked for her. Until it hadn’t; until now.

Nick Cave had once said that grief comes in waves, and that was very much true. Indie had been hit with a tsunami-like wave of grief following her recent and very public fight with Eve. It started with that one, seemingly negligent comment regarding her absent mother: your mommy didn’t love you enough. Whilst it was a cheap and nasty shot thrown by Eve, it was the equivalent of the shifting of the tectonic plates beneath the seabed; it was the catalyst that forced the heavy emotions to rise from the very depths of the waters of her soul and peak above the surface.

The secondary, cheap, and nasty shot from Eve that Indie didn’t have any friends was the gravity that pulled the peak of the wave back down to the surface and sent it hurtling towards the shore in every which direction. The unfortunate reality was that there was at least some truth to Eve’s vicious words; Indie didn’t have any friends of her own. JJ was her boyfriend, and John B was her brother — both more of an obligation to tolerate her than she wanted to admit. Kiara and Pope were, realistically, her brother’s friends that she had muscled in on. Everyone else was merely situational; she worked alongside Leonie, Cleo and Alivia were on her hairdressing course at beauty school, and Liberty was Pope’s girlfriend. With each day that passed since the infamous brawl at the boneyard, the more she really began to feel the consequences of those absences in her life — and the quicker the wave began to hurtle.

Of course, as the inevitable wave of destruction neared the shore, JJ had spotted the warning signs. He noticed the slowly receding water from the ivory sands of the shoreline as Indie began to retreat inwards on herself. She was quiet and distant — which was most definitely the furthest thing from the Indie that he knew and loved; she had always craved the intimacy of physical contact between them, but now she sat at the very opposite end of the plush couch cushions with the furry, pink throw pillows as a barrier between them and her bare knees tucked tightly against her chest. She would barely utter a word, only ever letting out a mouse-like squeak when she was spoken to, as she sunk deeper and deeper into her all-consuming thoughts and misery.

However, the high-pitched sirens begging him to seek higher ground began to blare when she finally spoke up one night, entirely out of the blue.

It was late — and after a long day working hard in what wasn’t much more than a metal can with no air conditioning, JJ had just freshened himself up with a cold shower. He stepped out of their bedroom only slightly cooler than he was before the cold droplets of water had graced his feverish skin. The ever so slight breeze that swept through the cosy apartment — through the opened doors and windows — and brushed gently over his perspiration-covered skin was a welcomed touch as he rounded the corner into the living room, his sock-covered feet padding quietly against the carpet.

Indie had remained in the same spot that she had been in for the majority of the day — her scheduled classes for the day having been cancelled due to the uncomfortably hot temperatures. She was still dressed in the same pair of tight, black athletic shorts and grey, logo-printed t-shirt that was been tied around her abdomen that she had been wearing that morning when he had left for work. A heavy feeling pressed against his toned chest as his concerned eyes set upon her. Something just wasn’t right with his beloved Indie; she had no spark inside of her, no light in her eyes; she’d utterly lost her shine. And that was indescribably sad to see. Not only because she was somebody that he cared very deeply for, but because she was typically somebody who had such an infectious energy surrounding her; her wide smile warmed his heart, and her dulcet giggle was intoxicating. But there had been none of that as of late.

His nonchalant footsteps came to a steady halt behind her, and he leaned over the cushioned back of the sofa. His ring-cladded fingers brushed gently through her knotted locks before the tender pads of his fingers slipped down her petite shoulders and engulfed her silhouette in a loving embrace. He peppered several sweet kisses into her coconut-scented locks before giving her dainty frame a final, loving squeeze. As always, she melted into his affectionate touch but was hesitant to return with any of her own.

Then, after a pro-longed second of their embrace, JJ retreated — continuing on his lackadaisical journey towards the opened, sliding French door. He casually swiped the half-empty packet of Marlboro cigarettes and his engraved lighter from the cluttered sideboard and stepped outside onto the cool stone of the balcony. Leaning his t-shirt clad back against the rough bricks of the outside wall, he pulled out a cigarette and held it between his lips. He tossed the now lighter packet down atop the small, round table that had been pushed against the far-right railings and lit the cigarette. Within a matter of thirty seconds, his lungs were filled with the calming toxins of nicotine as he took a deep inhale — peering out at the peaceful, almost aerial view of the silver streaks of moonlight reflecting against the calm waves in the horizon.

His attention was soon swiftly brought back to his melancholic girlfriend when he caught her chestnut tangles appear in the open doorframe out of the very corner of his eye. He watched silently as she stepped out onto the cool stones and tiptoed over to the inside-facing, wooden chair in the far corner of the balcony. As she proceeded to sit down and peer upwards at him with her dim and saddened doe eyes, he offered her a drag of his slowly dwindling cigarette.

Indie shook her head timidly in response before, once again, pulling her knees up to her chest. She hugged them with a vice-like grip, wrapping her arms around her sunkissed ankles and resting her chin atop the gap between her knees as her fingers toyed with the charms of her golden anklet. There was a brief moment of silence between the two of them as he let out a long exhale — the noxious cloud of smoke surrounding him and taking just that little bit longer to dissipate with the lack of breeze.

“Was Eve right?” she eventually spoke up — questioning him with a dry and hoarse tone of voice. She watched as his chiselled features contorted into a confused expression, his untamed eyebrows furrowing inwards and deep-set crinkles wrinkling his forehead. “Am I horrible person?” she persisted with a weak voice, “am I selfish, and jealous, and attention-seeking, and everything else she said about me? Do I ruin things for other people?”

JJ took a step forward, propping his lit cigarette against the side of the half-filled ash tray before crouching down before her. His ring-cladded fingers found hers and interlocked in a loving hold as the pad of his thumb grazed softly over her knuckles. Then he took a deep breath — letting out a long, dragged-out exhale as he gathered his thoughts. “You’ve had your moments—” he admitted honestly, “—but you’re not a horrible person, Ind. There’s been times where you’ve been selfish, and jealous, and times where you’ve probably gone looking for attention from people, but that doesn’t mean that’s who you are. You’ve made mistakes and done some shitty stuff, but you’re also someone who has been through a lot in such a short period of time. You acted out in a time when you were hurting and did some things that you wouldn’t have done otherwise. But what you aren’t is a horrible person.”

“But I still did those things and—”

He cut off her interjections as he continued to speak, “people wanting to check in on you and caring about you doesn’t make you attention-seeking either, like she thinks it does. It means that she didn’t understand what you were going through or just how serious it was; it means that she was jealous of you and the way people cared for you.”

He gave her delicate fingers a reassuring squeeze before continuing, “you aren’t selfish for putting yourself first in a time where you needed to. And, trust me, after everything that’s happened these last few years — you’ve needed to focus on yourself. You needed to look out for yourself. You might not think so and at times it doesn’t seem like it, but you have so many years on her, Indie; she lives a really sheltered life where Daddy Shoupe buys her whatever she wants and whatever she says goes, but you’ve had to grow up fast and learn that life just isn’t like that. You’re not the person that you were a year ago, or even six months ago. She doesn’t know how much you’ve changed and grown as a person because she hasn’t been around to see it. You’re always going to be the villain in her story because she isn’t mature enough to look at things from a wider perspective and see that you outgrew her because of your circumstances. You matured a lot quicker than she did, in ways that she will never be able to understand, because you had to. She just doesn’t recognise that. So, you being mature is translating to you being jealous, and selfish, and attention-seeking in her mind because she just doesn’t understand why you’ve done the things that you’ve done.”

“But she was right about the other things…” her gaze dipped to their interlocked fingers as she pressed her rosy lips together, suppressing the hot tears that had begun to pool in her reddened waterline, “—my mom didn’t love me. She didn’t want me and left me. And sometimes I think that’s why. She hated me because I was a horrible person. I wasn’t the little debutante that she wanted.”

“Your mom’s a piece of shit, that’s all I really have to say on that one,” JJ responded rather bluntly. “Oh, and that isn’t a reflection on you—” he added, “—it’s a reflection on her. Any parent that walks out on their child is a piece of shit, and I can speak on that one. My mom also didn’t love me and decided that leaving me with a drunk, abusive asshole was the right thing to do.”

“Sorry, I didn’t think.”

“Don’t apologise.” He reached a hand upwards, tenderly running his fingers through her knotted waves as he tucked them behind her pierced ear. “The jokes really on them—” he shrugged his shoulders dismissively, “—they’re not going to be here to see us in the best years of our lives. Your mom isn’t going to see you get your GED, or graduate from beauty school, or pass your driving test, or get married and start your own family. She doesn’t get to take credit for that when you do those things, or even part of it. Neither does Eve. That all goes to you and your hard work. And my mom doesn’t get to see me love the most amazing girl the way that my dad should have loved her.”

“Eve was my best friend—” she sighed heavily, “—and I really thought that it would be me and her against the world forever. We were supposed to go to prom together, graduate together, go off to college together and join a sorority. She was supposed to be my maid of honour at my wedding and Aunty Eve to my kids. And now it’s just… this whole mess. Eve was my person. She was the Cristina to my Meredith. I could be all dark and twisty and she would get it. She would be dark and twisty with me. She would be there, no matter what. Now, I don’t have any real friends and it makes me think that she’s right about me.”

“There was a whole load of references that I don’t understand in there. But you aren’t dark and twisty, whatever the hell that means. I don’t think I want to know.”

“Meredith from Grey’s Anatomy calls herself dark and twisty because fucked up shit keeps happening to her, and — you know — fucked up shit keeps happening to me,” Indie explained with a timid voice — gently toying with his fingertips.

JJ rolled his cerulean eyes with a dramatic flair, “if you’re dark and twisty then so am I.” He then gave her dainty fingertips another, re-assuring squeeze. “And you have friends, Ind. You’ve got me, and Kiara, and Pope. Leonie from the salon, and those girls from beauty school. You have your old friends from high school. What you don’t have is Eve, and there isn’t anybody that’s going to fill that role. Eve was your childhood best friend. You two grew up with each other. But, like I said, you’ve outgrown her now. You aren’t going to get that kind of friendship with other people because you can’t relive all the memories that you two bonded over when growing up. But that doesn’t mean you don’t have friends, or people that love and care about you.”

“I just— I miss having an Eve. I don’t think I miss her; I miss having somebody who I’m that close to. I want someone who I can call up to come and stay with me when you’re working away, or somebody to go shopping with, or someone to make extra strong margaritas with me and day drink whilst we rewatch Grey’s Anatomy. I want that someone who is going to be the maid of honour at my wedding and the Aunty to my babies without hesitation.”

“And you’ll have that, baby. I promise you,” his softened gaze met with hers — his focused eyes staring meaningfully into her own umber orbs as the solemn words slipped off his tongue, “one day you will have that. But — I’m going to say something real fucking cheesy right now — Rome wasn’t built in a day and friendships like that don’t just appear overnight. It’ll happen and you’ll get there. You’ll find your people. You just have to believe that you’re not alone and you don’t have no friends right now. You have lots of people around you who love you and care for you, and will make extra strong margaritas with you and watch all the shitty tv with you that you want.”

“Are you going to watch Grey’s Anatomy with me?” she questioned cautiously, arching her thick, dark eyebrow.

“If it’s going to put a smile back on your face, then yeah.”

There was a brief moment of silence as she absorbed all of the comforting and consoling words that he had shared. Then, a second wave of melancholy overcame her — her bottom lip quivering ever so slightly as she took a wavered breath. “I really, really wish that my dad was here right now,” she admitted with a croaking voice before whispering quietly — her words drowned in sadness, “I miss him so much. It’s not the same doing all of these things without him.”

“I know,” his deep voice was gentle and soothing as the very tips of his ring-cladded fingers twirled the ends of her chestnut tresses around themselves. “He is here. Maybe not physically, but he will always be with you in everything that you do. He’s watching over you, with that big, old grin on his face. And I’m telling you — he couldn’t be prouder of you. There’s no bigger supporter of you than your dad. Not even me, and I have an ugly, pink, furry rug in my living room that you just had to have.”

“Leave my rug out of this,” she showcased her infamous pout.

A soft chuckle rippled through his brawny chest as the corners of his thin lips twitched upwards ever so slightly in an amused smile. “He loved you so, so much, sweet girl. He would’ve done anything for you, so that you could have everything that you wanted. He would’ve moved the Earth if it meant that there was a smile on your face because that’s all he ever wanted. He wanted you to be happy, and safe, and cared for. And you are all of those things — well, usually.” JJ then cocked his head to the side ever so subtly and spoke softly, “he would’ve fought off everybody to be the first one in line for a haircut when you get your qualifications.”

“I just wish that I could have given him a haircut at least once—” a heavy, sorrowful breath escaped as her lungs decompressed once more, “—and, you know, he could see me and you happy.”

“Your dad would have killed me if he was here.”

“No, he wouldn’t—” her unruly waves flitted back and forth as she shook her head in disagreement, “—he loved you.”

“Your dad liked me, but not enough to let me run off with his perfect, little princess—” a deep, rasping chuckle rippled through JJ’s toned chest, “—and definitely not enough to let you move in with me. He’d hunt me down, kill me, then drop my body somewhere out at sea.”

“I wouldn’t let him,” Indie let out one of her infamous, melodious giggles — the apples of her cheeks turning an ever so faint shade of rouge and the very corners of her rosy lips curling upwards, “I’d give him the eyes and the pout, and I’d get what I want. He couldn’t resist the eyes and the pout.”

“You know—” a half-smirk quirked his stubble-lined lips upwards also, “—I know those same eyes and pout very well. I see them at least twice a day.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

A deep, lone laugh erupted from the very depths of the back of his throat, “oh yes you do, India Routledge. Don’t pull that innocent shit with me. How do you think you got that god awful rug?”

“What do you have against my rug, Maybank?” her full lips pulled forwards into the infamous pout in question.

“Nothing.” The tender pad of his thumb lightly grazed over her velvet-like lips before moving to cup her cheek against the palm of his hand. He held her both lovingly and affectionately before speaking, this tone soft. “Why don’t we go back inside?” he suggested, “—order some waffle fries and donuts and snuggle up on the couch? And if you stop pouting, I might let you put your Meredith’s Anatomy on.”

Indie agreed with a gentle nod.

“Come on then,” he encouraged — slowly standing from his crouched position. He extended his paw-like hand out to her and watched with a subtle smile curling the corners of his thin lips upwards as she placed her dainty palm in his. Her ring-cladded fingers laced with his own and he gave her a supportive squeeze, before making his way back into the cosy living room.

Over the past several years, the last two long and grievous years especially, Indie had somewhat and somehow managed to cycle through the first three stages of grief. For the majority of the time, she had found herself stuck in the denial phase; there was an optimistic part that lived deep down within the sombre crevices of her soul that clutched tightly onto the hope that one day her absent mother and her missing father would return. There was even a slight fraction of her that longed for Eve to turn up at her door — armed with a meaningful apology and open arms ready to welcome back their friendship. Of course, that was precisely why that was the denial stage; Indie was not yet ready to come to terms with her own part in the breakdown of their friendship and believed an apology from Eve would solve everything.

Then came the anger, and boy had this stage hit like ten tonnes of bricks. Everyone had felt this stage, even JJ. It was marked by spiteful and emotion-filled arguments with — well, honestly — anybody that she could find to argue with. John B was the usual victim of her angry lashing out, and there had been many, many a time when their screeching has awoken everyone in the beloved, old Chateau. The pair of them had erupted like two volatile volcanoes; Indie had thrown things, John B had spat hurtful comments in times of frustration, she had slammed doors and smashed bathroom mirrors, he had come down hard and strict, she had packed her bags and runaway, and he had wished that she was anybody else’s problem but his own. It was a terrible, turbulent time in their household.

Then came the bargaining. This one was short-lived and had somewhat merged into the depression phase. There would be nights in which she barely slept at all as she silently begged and pleaded with whomever the higher power may be for her missing father to walk through that door. She’d promised better grades, a more pleasant attitude, to lay off the drinking and the drugs, to wash the dishes whenever she was asked — hell, she had even thrown around the idea of volunteering with Kiara at the local beach clean ups. It was to no avail and the lack of a desired result pushed her swiftly into the depression stage.

And here she was — cycling through the ocean that was stage number four. Depression was by far the hardest of the grief stages and that testament was proving true with Indie. She was stuck, drifting along with the forever changing tides. One day she was mellowed by the calming lulls of a placid wave — where things, life, was more bearable. Then, the next day, she was thrust head-first into the rough and choppy waters of the high seas; she was left to fend for herself with no life raft as the dark and melancholic heavens opened up above. And that was exactly where she was, lost in the open waters of the ocean with rugged waves — fighting her damned hardest not to get pulled under.

JJ, however, was still peering out at her from the shoreline. He spotted the looming wall of water on the very edge of the horizon as it continued to hurtle towards the shoreline. This was when he knew in his heart that a full-scale breakdown was inevitable.

The heavens above were a dark and fascinating shade of indigo as Indie slowly made her way along the terracotta tiles of the second-story walkway. Her dirty, off-white Nike Air Force sneakers were quiet as the scuffed soles padded against the tiles and down the stairway. Instinctively, she wrapped the thin flannel shirt around her exposed silhouette as a subdued ocean breeze swept through the otherwise empty forecourt and parking lot.

Indie followed the bright, white light and the tinny echoes of the radio that seeped out from under the cracked-open garage door. She pushed the metal door open just that little bit further, before ducking her head underneath. It was contrastingly bright inside — illuminated by the long, exposed bulb that hung from the high ceiling.

She stepped further inside, her slender figure slipping between the haphazardly piled boxes of her stuff and the lazily discarded car parts. She placed the pads of her dainty fingers against the body of the car that took up the majority of the space inside the garage — feeling all of the chips and scratches to the paintwork as she neared the hood of the car. She halted at the headlight as her muddied shoes came into her focused boyfriend’s eyeline.

JJ — with one grease-stained hand resting against the opposing side of the car and the other wrapped in a vice-like grip around a monkey wrench — looked upwards. His cerulean eyes caught hers and he watched as she greeted him with an innocent smile. He straightened his posture, now towering over her with his height and looked down at her. “Hey,” he spoke softly, still holding the oil-covered tool in his palm.

“Hey,” Indie answered with a dulcet tone, batting her thick eyelashes in her infamously angelic manner.

His gaze raked over her petite body with a slight suspicion, before returning to her tanned features. “What do you want?” he questioned with a furrowed brow and ever so slightly narrowed eyes.

“Kiss.” She stood on the very tips of her toes, creasing her off-white Nike Air Force sneakers, as she pressed her rosy lips to his in a series of sweet kisses. Her arm flung subconsciously around the back of his neck as the warm palm of his hand slipped beneath the back of her flannel shirt — his thumb slipping through the belt loop of her high-waited, denim shorts. She rested her blush-tinged cheek against the perspiration-laced muscles of his toned and shirtless chest and nestled herself into his warmth. “Is it running yet?” she asked with a seemingly genuine flair to her tone.

“Nah, not yet—” JJ responded, pressing a few, loving kisses against her temple, “—Jimmy’s still trying to source me a couple parts from the junkyard.”

Her full lips pulled forwards into a sultry pout, “guess we’ll just have to take the pick up instead.”

“And where do you guess we’ll be taking the pick up at this time, huh?” his untamed eyebrow quirked upwards in a querying manner.

“Target,” she spoke so matter-of-factly, as if it were completely obvious.

“What are we buying from Target?” JJ threw yet another question towards his doe-eyed girlfriend — once again putting emphasis on the ‘we’.

“Things.”

A low, amused chuckle rattled through his burly chest as he gently prodded his finger into her side, “you’re banned from Target. You spend too much money in there.”

“I unbanned myself,” she told him. Indie bat her dark eyelashes at him once more.

He rolled his indigo eyes dismissively as he surrendered, “go get my keys and we’ll go.” He peered downwards at his petite girlfriend, watching as a mischievous grin curled her full lips upwards and she retrieved his pick up truck keys from the back pocket of her denim shorts.

It was a short drive to Target in which Indie spent the majority of the car ride flicking through the playlist on JJ’s unlocked phone — flicking between several Arctic Monkeys songs and the most recent 1975 album. She eventually settled upon a song as they pulled up to the entrance to the parking lot, opting instead to reply to the several unopened messages that filled his notifications bar. The pad of her thumb hovered over the message thread between him and John B, but with a wavering exhale, she decided that it was better left unread; the siblings still hadn’t uttered a single word to one another since Indie’s boneyard incident, and she was nervous to know the state of their relationship. Instead, she opted for a safer thread — Jake, his good friend from work.

“Jake said those stuck up rich fucks are sat across from him at the bar again,” she read aloud the text message word for word, before peering over at her boyfriend — whose straw-like tousles were hidden behind a backwards-facing hat. She furrowed her dark eyebrows together out of sheer curiosity, before asking, “what stuck up rich fucks?”

“Oh—” he replied nonchalantly, “—he got into a thing with some tourons after work on Wednesday when he hit on one of their girlfriends. You know what he’s like.” Resting the palm of his hand against the leather back of Indie’s headrest, he manoeuvred the steering wheel with a casual ease and peered over his burly shoulder as he reversed into one of the many, empty parking spaces. “Tell him to keep his hands to himself this time. He needs to protect his last remaining brain cell.”

With quick thumbs, Indie typed out a response — word for word matching what JJ had instructed her to say. She then locked his phone and placed it back down into the centre console. However, just as she was about to reach for the doorhandle, his lock screen lit up with a candid picture of herself and a new notification bar stretching across the very middle of the screen.

“Aw, how cute—” she mocked with a bitter tone, “—Kaitlynn sent you two fire emojis.”

“I sent her a pic of the car, that’s all. That’s what she’s sending fire emojis to,” JJ clarified as he climbed out of the pick up truck cab, and made his way around to the passenger side. “You can look if you really want.” He was as unphased as ever as he opened the passenger side door — taking a hold of Indie’s ring-cladded fingertips and helping her step down from the towering height of the cab.

“Just because I trust you, it don’t mean that I trust her—” she responded with a slight pout, “—I still want to shove a stick up her ass and roast her like a marshmallow.”

“Alright—” he tapped her rounded ass in a somewhat authoritative gesture as they made their way towards the store entrance, “—knock it off, girl scout. She’s just a friend.”

“Hmph.” Indie’s dainty feet carried her at a two-fold pace towards the neatly lined carts, where she grabbed the nearest one and began wheeling it towards the automatic doors of the store.

“Babe—” JJ questioned, a deep laugh slipping from between his thin lips, “—why do you need a cart?”

“For all my things.”

Indie was slowly making her way down the wide aisles, making sure to take a glance at every item that she happened to pass on the shelves, when she came upon the fresh produce. She continued to push the empty cart along as JJ traced her slow and curious steps behind her — his protective palms placed lightly on either side of her voluptuous hips in an attempt to steer her away from any unnecessary purchases.

Of course, his plan failed miserably when she stopped before an over-flowing bin of watermelons. With a loud groan of exertion, she wrapped her tiny arms around one of the largest watermelons and lifted it into her cart. She placed it down at the very bottom before letting out a deep exhale — blowing the stray strands of her chestnut tresses from covering her reddened face. She then peered over at her loving boyfriend with an angelic glimmer illuminating the amber speckles of her eyes.

“Question—” she began, as she positioned her watermelon in a way that didn’t inhibit the shopping cart’s agility, “—do you know how to wallpaper?”

“Uh—” he placed both hands around the cool plastic of the handle and began to push, “—yeah. You paste the paper and stick it on the wall, then run the tool over it to get rid of any air bubbles.” His cerulean eyes narrowed and stared at her in an accusatory manner. “Why? What have you done?”

“Okay, cool—” she continued with a cheerful tone, wandering off towards the homeware section and ignoring his accusatory questions, “—what about applying vinyl to surfaces?”

“Same kind of thing, except you peel the back off and stick it on. Why?”

“And what about laying and staining a wood floor?” Her innocent eyes peered backwards over her flannel-covered shoulder with a raised eyebrow.

“Indie?” JJ demanded an answer, “what have you done?”

“I decided I want to redecorate, so I placed an order on next day delivery and it should be here some time tomorrow morning—” she flashed him an angelic, butter-wouldn’t-melt grin, “—I got some really cute wallpaper for the living room and our bedroom. And this really nice vinyl to cover the countertops in the kitchen. But I couldn’t find a nice hard wood floor to match the vinyl— well, I could, but it was expensive. So, I bought a cheaper one and a stain. I want it to go all through the kitchen, living room, and the hallway.”

The tousle-haired blonde stopped in his tracks, his mouth hanging agape in utter shock. “Which room are we redecorating?”

Indie blinked as though it was obvious, “all of them.”

And all of them did she decorate. Her once cute and flirty, pink — or rose gold to appease her teal-eyed boyfriend’s hatred of the colour pink — and grey colour scheme had well and truly gone out of the window. And, yes, that included the godforsaken, pink, and furry rug that he had utterly despised; although, what had replaced it crushed his hope for something tasteful with a stampede of hooves. When she had pointed to it in the store with an excited glisten lighting her golden orbs, he very much died inside. If he could, he would take the pink, furry rug back with open arms. However, he knew that his beloved girlfriend was going through an emotional rough patch recently — and decided to let her keep the little joy that she had found in completely turning their cosy apartment upside down; he kept his mouth firmly closed and his opinions to himself.

After several hours of watching instructional YouTube videos, JJ had set to and managed to cleanly rip up the old, slate tiles and the worn-in carpet from the open-plan living area. Then, had somehow managed to lay the wooden floor perfectly. He’d then stained it with a dark, cool-toned oak finish that matched the vinyl that he had wrapped the kitchen countertops with. Indie then decorated with her newly purchased copper pan set, matte black dinnerware set, and her copper-plated cutlery. A copper pendant light hung above the kitchen island — shining down upon a freshly-stocked copper-plated fruit bowl and matte black salt and pepper shakers. She had organised the contents of their pantry into labelled, glass containers with black, cork lids and had their fridge had been stocked according to plastic containers.

The dark oak stained floor continued into the living room, where there was now an accent wall; a rustic, stone-textured wallpaper covered the wall that housed the wall-mounted TV and the wall-mounted fireplace, as the remaining walls were covered with a warm and cosy cream colour. The cabinets beneath the television had been wrapped with the same dark oak vinyl as the kitchen counters, and decorated with copper, candle-lit lanterns. The same photographs were switched into copper-coloured frames and re-positioned into a sequence that pleased her. The, the grey-toned couch and matching armchair were covered with cream-coloured throws and brown, patterned throw pillows, and beneath the wooden coffee table laid an authentic, brown cowhide rug.

She had originally intended to decorate their bedroom with a beach scene wallpaper that acted as another accent wall — however, upon opening the several rolls of wallpaper upon their delivery, Indie was not impressed. Instead, she opted to panel the accent wall board and batten style, before painting it a beautiful, deep navy colour. The remaining walls were coated with a fresh layer of crisp, white paint. She replaced their bedding with a light and bright white bedding that was covered with a navy-blue anchor pattern, before adding several nautical and navy themed throw pillows. The grey, crushed velvet curtains were replaced with a more subdued set of floor-length, white curtains and the matching, wooden nightstands were decorated with two, white ornate lanterns.

The spare bedroom contrasted the rest of their apartment significantly; Indie had opted for a light and airy, neutral theme for this bedroom. All four walls were painted with a bright and crisp coat of white paint and the wicker bedframe was dressed in similarly crisp, white bed sheets. A subdued canvas of a landscape, beach-front photograph hung, centred, above the bed and a brigade of cream and neutral-toned throw pillows lined the bedding.

The bathroom, however, went relatively untouched; it merely saw some fresh, new towels and some new marble-printed soap containers and toothbrush holders. Minimal, but just as effective as completely redesigning the whole room.

And, thus, that lead Indie to where she was now — laying beneath the new anchor-patterned bedding unable to sleep just moments before the anticipated crash of the powerful tsunami wave hitting the shore and surging inwards. JJ snored softly beside her, completely oblivious and dead to the world; the renovations of the previous several days had completely drained him of all his energy, and he had fallen into a deep, coma-like slumber the very second his straw-like tousles had hit the pillow. He was laid stomach down, face shoved carelessly into the fresh bedding, as his brawny arm hung over the very edge of the mattress and the duvet bunched around his half-naked waistline.

Meanwhile, Indie had been frustratedly tossing and turning for the duration of the night — reluctantly seeing every hour of the clock. Her mind was busy, racing, with all of the memories of her childhood. She had remembered things that she had no recollection of happening until this very moment. It was almost as if she was getting a play-by-play movie screening of her entire childhood, all at the mercy of her new-found insomnia. Her heart swelled at the thought of sitting in the passenger seat of The Twinkie — her scuffed shoes dangling off the edge of the tattered, leather seat as she listened to her beloved father telling her all about the latest developments in his obsessive quest for The Royal Merchant gold; hot, saline tears pooled in the reddened waterlines of her mocha eyes as she recalled sitting on the cool kitchen counter — carefully helping her mother weigh out the ingredients to a cake, as her tongue peeked out from between her full, rosy lips out of sheer concentration; and the overwhelming emotions caught in the very depths of the back of her throat as she remembered how her and Eve used to sit on the edge of the wooden dock at The Chateau and dip their bare toes into the lukewarm water, taking turns to describe how they saw their future together.

She placed her clammy palm over her plump lips, cupping her mouth in a bid to muffle the sorrowful sniffles as she slowly scrolled through her photo albums. As the delicate pad of her finger glided across her dimly lit phone screen, her father’s beaming smile appeared on her screen. It was her favourite photo of the pair of them from the summer before he had tragically been lost at sea; he stood beside her on their family boat — his arm wrapped tightly around her dainty silhouette as a proud grin etched itself across his weathered features. She held a large fish that she had caught, with his help — of course, in her hands. She looked so happy; they looked so happy. It was a truly beautiful photograph of her and her late father that she had been meaning to get printed and framed since she had moved into the apartment with JJ, but the thought had constantly slipped her mind.

She felt the sudden rush of emotion overcome her and pressed her cupped hand against her mouth harder to suppress the anguish-filled wail that crawled out from the depths of the back of her throat. The hot tears breached their barrier and spilled over her puffy and reddened waterline and trickled down her tanned complexion. Then, Indie cried — hard, yet silently as not to wake her sleeping boyfriend.

As carefully as she possibly could, she slipped her shaking silhouette out from beneath the fresh bedding and made her way out of the bedroom. She stepped ever so lightly — avoiding the creaking floorboards — and slipped her bare toes into her dirty, off-white sneakers. Then, she quietly slipped out of the front door, carelessly leaving it unlocked behind her and began walking.

She walked for what felt like an eternity, until she reached the familiar dirt-road driveway that she had hiked up many a time previously. She followed the slight curve in the road, the hardened gravel crunching beneath her purposeful footsteps. Then, she came across the cars that lined the driveway; the cars that weren’t hers; the cars that weren’t the beaten up, old Volkswagen van or the barely running Toyota Corolla. Out of the corner of her bleary, tear-filled eye, she spotted a new Grady White tied up to the private dock and the realisation hit her with the force of a moving truck; she had never felt so out of place in her childhood home before. It was no longer her childhood home. John B had moved out several months prior and it now belonged to a new family; one that wasn’t hers.

A second, heavy pang of anguish pressed against her chest — each desperate breath she attempted to take suffocating her even more than the last. Her eyes stung with the constant, hot tears and her cheeks were crimson raw. Indie turned on the heels of her scuffed, off-white sneakers and continued to walk in the opposite direction, her dainty feet carrying her at a hurried pace to as far as she could possibly managed from The Chateau. She crossed dimly lit roads without even so much as a second glance and stumbled haphazardly into the sand-dusted roads on several occasions.

Fortunately, Indie made it to her second, subconscious destination in one piece — most likely down to the absolute minimal traffic at what could only be described as the witching hour. Her dainty feet carried her up the familiar cul-de-sac and down the stone-paved driveway. She hiked the several steps up to the front door and knocked — fiercely hard and loud. She continued, her clenched fist unrelenting as it pounded against the wooden door and refusing to give in despite catching the muted, orange lighting seeping through the crack in the upstairs curtains.

“Alright—” the rasping, groggy voice called out from behind the wooden door, “—I’m coming, for fuck sake.”

Indie still didn’t stop. Not until the hard wood disappeared beneath her tightly clenched fist. She dropped her reddened knuckles to her side and watched through clouded eyes as the door opened. Before her stood her brother, John B — shirtless and half asleep, rubbing the crust from his tired, mahogany eyes. She stared blankly at him for a brief second, the brisk wind slapping against her rouged cheeks as the salty tears continued to spill and her chest heaved up and down with gasping breaths.

Desperately, she threw herself towards him — coiling her petite arms around the back of his neck and hiding her tear-glazed features against his exposed chest. Her arms tightened around his burly posture as her body convulsed with choke-like cries, and eventually she let out an undignified wail, “I want my dad.” Indie sobbed grievously into the warmth of her brother’s chest, “I want my dad. I want my dad. I want my dad.” 

John B was still attempting to process what exactly was going on before him in his barely conscious state — his vision still half-blurred from the rudely abrupt awakening from his otherwise peaceful slumber. His reaction was delayed; however, as his brain began to slowly digest the anguish-filled words that were spewing from her mouth, his robust arms wrapped themselves around her dainty shoulders and held her securely — his grip around her tightening with each heart-wrenching sob. 

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