Chapter Three: Still not cut out for this sort of thing
Chapter Two
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Routledge!Reader
Summary: A sudden revelation forces you to see Rafe again, but it doesn't exactly go the way that you hoped it would.
Warnings: Swearing, pregnancy (if anything relating to this topic is triggering or makes you uncomfortable, this series is not for you), possible grammatical errors
Word Count: 3.2k
A/N: 18+ ONLY!! Minors DNI! Finally, here chapter three is for you all! Life is kicking my ass per usual, so Iâm sorry it took so long. But Iâm so proud of how this little series is coming along. I hope you all enjoy! Please leave me some feedback in the comments or reblogs!
Days had gone by and you still werenât feeling like yourself.
If you werenât hunched over the toilet dry heaving, you could be found curled up in bed most likely asleep.
You felt bad for the Pogues because they had been picking up a lot of your slack running the shop. John B especially. So you made the executive decision to close for a week and give everyone some much needed time off. Your brother took advantage and took Sarah to the mainland for a little getaway. Kiara was staying at her parents place. Pope and Cleo stayed at the Haywardâs. And JJ.. well, no one really knew what he was up to. But he sent the equivalent of an âIâm alive.â text everyday so you wouldnât worry.
The Chateau was all yours, even though you didnât have the energy to do much half of the time.
Though, that day you forced yourself to get out of bed. You wanted your brother and friends to come back worry free and to a clean house. So you got to work tidying up and deep cleaning as much as your body would allow. You fought through the waves of nausea until the only room left was the communal bathroom in the hallway.
Music played softly from the speaker you set on the countertop. You hummed along as you crouched down and opened the cabinets underneath for cleaning supplies. Your eyes skimmed over everything from extra toothpaste to feminine products and toilet paper. Then you stopped, blood turning to ice in your veins.
Feminine products. Tampons. When the fuck did I get my period last?
âNo,â you whispered. Standing up straight, you looked at yourself in the mirror.
This whole time you thought you were fighting some stomach bug you couldnât kick. But with the nausea, exhaustion, and as of very recently, swollen and achy breasts you were doubting yourself.
Without a second thought you hurried to John B and Sarahâs room. Sheâd mentioned before that she kept a stash of pregnancy tests around, âJust in case. Weâre not trying or anything.â she had told you with a sheepish smile. You found the box on the shelf in the closet, shoved in the corner and out of sight. There were different brands, a mixture that Sarah had combined into one box over time. You grabbed two digital tests and one that just showed you the lines, wanting to be absolutely sure if this was really happening.
You grabbed a red solo cup from the kitchen cabinet and scurried back into the bathroom. You followed the directions carefully, dipping the end of the test in and carefully putting the cap back on all three tests. A heavy sigh left your lips as you sat down on the toilet seat and set a five minute timer on your phone.
Your knee bounced nervously and the skin around your thumbnail was getting raw from you picking at it. âThis isnât happening. Youâre just under a lot of stress.â you tried to tell yourself. Though your mind was replaying that night at the beach. The buzz from the weed and alcohol made the memory hazy. You canât recall if he reached in the center console for a condom or not. You were always so careful. Was this really happening after one slip up?
The alarm going off made you jump, lost in thoughts of replaying every detail. You got up slowly and wiped your hands on the old pajama shorts adorning your legs. You didnât want to look. Deep down you already knew what the answer was going to be, it only made sense. So you swallowed the lump in your throat and turned towards the counter.
Your hands trembled as you picked up the first pregnancy test and turned it over. Two dark pink lines stared right back at you.
âShit,â you whimpered, tears quickly pooling in your eyes.
You flipped over the next. Big and bold - YES+. A sob bubbled in your throat.
And the last one. PREGNANT.
Your knees tried to gave out underneath you. You braced yourself with your hands on the counter and hung your head, unable to keep your cries held in. Your breaths came out short and uneven, tears blurring your vision as you stumbled out of the bathroom and towards the back door. It felt like the walls were closing in on you. You needed fresh air.
You nearly fell down the porch steps, stopping and once you felt the grass under your feet. A frustrated shout left your lips. Eventually, you sat down on the bottom step and stared out blankly at the horizon. You could still barely hear the music playing from the speaker forgotten in the bathroom. The sobs had subsided but hot tears continued flowing down your cheeks and dripping off of your chin.
What the fuck were you going to do?
You werenât sure how long you sat out there. You didnât really care either. By the time you worked up the nerve to go back inside both your speaker and phone were dead.
Hesitantly, you walked back into the restroom. You could barely look at the pregnancy tests as you picked them up off of the counter and dropped them in the little trash. Your head ached as you grabbed your devices and crossed the hall into your bedroom. After plugging them in, you crawled into bed. You were exhausted in every sense of the word, and soon, your heavy eyes fell shut. You hoped that when you woke up this would all just be some sick nightmare.
A noise woke you up some hours later. You rubbed the sleep from your puffy eyes, confused and dazed. The sun had just gone down and crickets were chirping outside your window.
You checked your phone. One missed call from Sarah and a picture of the sunset from JJ. You climbed out of bed to change clothes and grab water from the kitchen. Exiting the room, you were too focused on texting John B to notice whoever was in the bathroom until they cleared their throat.
You froze. Kiara stood in the doorway. Your eyes fell from her face and locked on the little white stick in her hand. She looked at you in disbelief as she asked, (Y/N), what is this?â
You swallowed thickly, feeling like the air was sucked out of your lungs. You had barely had time to even process this was real and happening to you, let alone what to do or who to tell. You tore your eyes away from the two bold pink lines and met her worried brown ones. Your voice was but a whisper, shaking and cracking in the otherwise silent house.
âPlease donât tell my brother.â
Kiara just stared at you, mouth agape and eyes flickering over your face, looking for the right words to say. You turned and entered the kitchen for that water you intended on getting to soothe your hoarse throat. She followed quietly.
She could tell that you had been crying, waiting until you took a sip to speak again.
âHow- When did..â she stuttered.
You stared blankly at the floor, arms crossed defensively over your chest while holding the cup up by your face. You blinked a couple of times wracking your brain for something, anything to say.
âI met a tourist a couple months ago at a party.â
Bold faced lie. Kiara was smart, too smart for her own good, and you hoped she wouldnât see right through you.
âWe hooked up a couple times. I donât.. I guess the condom broke.â
You sniffled dryly, out of tears to cry in that moment.
âOh, (Y/N),â Kiara breathed, setting the test on the counter then wrapping her arms around you. You didnât move â didnât hug her back.
âYou canât tell John B, Kie. Iâm begging you,â you muttered. âNot until I figure out what to do.â
She kept you in her embrace, resting her head against yours. âI wonât,â she promised. âNo matter what you choose to do, Iâll support you. We all will.â
As reassuring as she tried to sound, you werenât sure if that was true. Despite being younger, your brother was going to be so disappointed in you. Especially with how often you got on his ass about being careful. You were supposed to be the one setting good examples and being a role model for him and the Pogues.
âCome,â Kie whispered, leading you to the couch and flicking on the TV for some background noise.
You sat next to her silently for a moment before setting your cup on the coffee table. You turned to her and your brow furrowed slightly. âWhyâd you come by? I gave you guys a week off and figured this is the last place youâd want to be.â
âI left my charger in the shop. Mom got sick of me stealing hers,â she explained. âI came in to pee and get the keys.â
You nodded and hummed in acknowledgment. Silence fell over the two of you again. You pulled a blanket over your lap, picking at a loose thread and paying no attention to whatever show was on. Your friend watched you silently.
It was awkward. Neither of you knew what to do or say. Both of you were trying to process this new piece of information.
âDad needs help at The Wreck again tomorrow,â Kiara finally said. âWanna come? Just get your mind off things?â
You shook your head and gave her a soft smile. âI have some things to take care of. Itâll keep me busy.â
âSure. The offerâs there if you want to stop by.â
âThanks, Kie.â
She frowned when the corners of your mouth fell and your eyes reverted back to your lap. She knew she couldnât leave you alone. So she loaded up Netflix and scurried off to the kitchen to find snacks and keep you company for the night.
She also made sure to help dispose of the tests, but not before you swiped one of the digitals. You stashed it at the bottom of your underwear drawer after she fell asleep. You knew youâd have to tell Rafe, no matter what the outcome was.
Kiara fell asleep some time after midnight. You covered her curled up body with a blanket and smoothed her hair out of her face, then you reverted back to your room. You stared at the ceiling for hours. You didnât get much sleep, only dozing off a couple of times before waking back up. Your mind was too busy â running through every possible scenario.
â(Y/N),â a whisper and a gentle shake.
Your back was turned towards the door. Kie didnât know you were awake, watching the sun rise through your blinds for the last hour.
You turned over and she gave you a soft smile. âI have to go,â she told you, scanning your face worriedly. âAre you gonna be okay?â
âIâll be fine, Kie,â you sat up and outstretched your arms, inviting her into a hug. She squeezed you tightly and you whispered into her shoulder, âThank you.â
âAlways. Call me if you need anything, okay?â
With a firm nod from you, she left. You sighed once the front door closed behind her and eyed your phone sitting on the nightstand. Chewing on the inside of your bottom lip, you reluctantly picked it up. You scrolled a little until you found your message thread with Rafe, mustering up what little courage you had, and sent a text.
YOU: Can we talk? 7:57 am
Surely he wouldnât reply for a while. There was no way he was awake unless he had an early tee time. So you pushed yourself out of bed, leaving your phone on the behind to take a much needed shower.
You were stepping out when your phone dinged a couple of times. Your stomach dropped anxiously. Wrapped in a towel, you ignored your device and rummaged through your closet for something to wear. Once you were dressed and towel drying your hair, you finally checked your phone.
RAFE: I knew youâd come back around eventually ;) 9:02 am
RAFE: Come by the house at noon 9:11 am
You exhaled a breath you didnât realize youâd been holding. You simply liked his last message before dropping the phone back on the bed. That would give you a few hours to figure out how to tell him.
You tried to watch TV to distract yourself, but quickly got bored of that. You tried to lay out on the hammock and read a book, but your thoughts kept drifting. Finally, you just ended up heading out to your car, but not before tucking the pregnancy test into the waistband of your shorts.
You drove around aimlessly. You tried not to overthink. You tried not to imagine how terrible Rafe would react when you inevitably sent his world crashing down around him. You tried not to think about the horrible things he could say to you in response. Though, it wouldnât be anything he hadnât already called you before.
Before you knew it, the clock on your dash read 12:00. So you made your way over the bridge and into Figure Eight. Your heart rate picked up as Tannyhill appeared in the distance, and your stomach sank as you turned into the driveway. Rafe opened the front door as soon as you put it in park. If only you could say he was excited to see you, when in reality, he didnât want his nosy neighbors seeing a Pogue sneaking in while Sophia was gone.
His lips were painted with a smug smirk, as you kept your head down and slipped past him into the house. There was a beat after the door shut and then his hands were on your hips, pulling you flush against him. His nose was buried in the crook of your neck, breath hot on your shoulder. Under different circumstances you would have melted into him.
âRafe..â
âI knew you wouldnât be able to stay away,â he whispered. His hands drifted forward and your breath hitched, just not in the way he wanted. His fingers were dangerously close to the test still hidden under your clothes.
âI said I wanted to talk, Rafe, please.â
He didnât move right away. He breathed in deeply through his nose then finally stepped back and walked around you. He headed into the living room and plopped down on the couch, stretching his arms across the back and kicking his feet up on the coffee table.
You stood in front of him on the other side of the table, trying to keep some distance between you. You avoided his piercing gaze and stared down at your hands as you picked at the skin around your thumb. âListen, I-I donât really know how to say this-â you started.
âWe really donât need to do all of this,â Rafe cut you off, leaning forward and putting his elbows on his knees. âI accept your apology. Now we can just move right on up to my bed.â
âMy apology?â
âYeah,â Rafe shrugged nonchalantly. âThatâs why youâre here right? To say sorry for yelling at me at The Wreck and throwing a drink on me at the beach? Iâm not even trippinâ.â
You looked at him incredulously, brow furrowed. âUh, no. If anybody here is owed an apology, itâs me,â you retorted.
Rafe rolled his eyes and scoffed, shaking his head subtly. He truly didnât think he needed to apologize to you. Everyone talked to the Pogues the way he did. It wasnât anything new. He didnât understand why you were making such a big deal out of this. But he didnât want to fight. He just wanted to shut you up and put your mouth to better use, so he halfheartedly replied, âOkay, okay. Iâm sorry.â
âYou canât even pretend to mean it, Rafe!â you exclaimed. âWhy is it so hard for you to just treat us â treat me like a human being?â
He didnât say anything, unable to give you an answer. His eyes dropped to the coffee table. You were fed up.
You sighed loudly and pulled the pregnancy test out of your waistband. With force, you set it down on the table right in his line of sight. Rafe went stiff, jaw ticking as it clenched. It felt like his heart was about to beat out of his chest. This was quite possibly his worst nightmare coming to fruition.
You were biting your bottom lip so hard you were sure you were drawing blood. You crossed your arms tightly over your chest, looking for some sort of comfort. You watched him closely and waited for him to say something, anything.
âHow much?â
That wasnât exactly what you were expecting. You opened and closed your mouth a couple of times before breathing, âWha-?â
âObviously youâre not keeping it,â he stated. When he looked up at you it was like someone else had taken over. His eyes were no longer bright blue like the ocean you loved so much, they were dark, devoid of any and all emotion. âSo how much do you need?â
âI donât want your money, Rafe,â you said incredulously. You couldnât believe that was his first course of action. âYou just want to get rid of it? Like that?â
âHow are you gonna raise a baby, huh? You can barely afford to keep the lights on. You work all the time. Gonna have the baby in the shop? Gonna trust your kid brother and his friends to help?â He fired off. You barely had time to process what he was saying, let alone respond. âDaycare? Babysitter? All those things add up quick.â
You pursed your lips, only able to reply with, âWeâll figure it out.â
âWe?â He scoffed a laugh, shaking his head.
âWhy are you acting like this is all my fault?! It takes two people to make a baby, Rafe!â
âYeah, and we fucked up, obviously!â He shouted, rising from the couch. âIâm giving you an out!â
You stared at him, unmoving. He thought he could intimidate you by getting loud and using his height like he did everyone else. Youâd been dealing with him for too long, though. You werenât scared of him, and he knew it.
You sighed through your nose, throwing your arms up while replying, âWhat if I donât want an out?â
His eyes scanned your face like he was trying to memorize it. The curve of your jaw, the shape of your lips, the color of your eyes. All rationale was out the window. He felt betrayed, angry at himself for even letting this happen. So he was taking it all out on you.
âIf I havenât already made myself clear, I donât want a baby with a Pogue. I never wanted to have a baby with you. So if you arenât going to accept my help, thatâs on you (Y/N).â
He watched you storm out after the words left his mouth, heart sinking in his chest. He ran his fingers through his hair with a frustrated shout. He kicked the leg of the coffee table, knocking it out of place.
You peeled out of his driveway, heartbeat pounding in your ears. Tears dangerously blurred your vision as you made your way back to your side of the island. Now knowing how Rafe really felt about this, you were left with an impossible decision to make â alone.
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Summary: You try to stay away and set boundaries with Rafe. For worse or for better.
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex, alcohol consumption, vomiting, possible grammatical errors
Word Count: 2.5k
A/N: Another semi-short chapter. They will get longer as this fic progresses. Once again, this is a slow burn. Iâm building things up and trying to set the scene. Feedback is always appreciated!
It had been almost three weeks since that night on the beach. Almost three weeks since you had seen Rafe at all. His two-in-the-morning phone calls and text messages went unanswered by you.
The Pogues didnât get much out of you about what happened. They just knew Rafe had opened his big fat mouth like he always did and you had enough. You couldnât tell them too much without giving away your dirty little secret. How you had been able to keep sleeping with him a secret for over four years was a miracle.
You had pretty much been in hiding. You hadnât left the Cut at all, gone to a single party, or gone downtown at all. You couldnât keep it up much longer either. You couldnât stay away forever.
The bell above the door chimed as you walked into The Wreck. It was still early in the day so there werenât many people in the restaurant. Kiara had asked you to come help her and Dad that day. A couple of employees called out and the business still needed to run. Thankfully, you had worked there your Senior year of High School and a couple years after to keep the lights on and food on the table for you and John B.
â(Y/N)! So good to see you,â Mike greeted you with a bright smile and a tight hug. âHow are you? Howâs business going?â
âJust taking things day by day,â you answered truthfully. âThis Summer seems busier than in the past.â
âYouâre telling me,â Mike sighed and wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. âI really appreciate you helping out today.â
âAnytime! You know I loved working here back in the day.â
It was true. When your dad was missing, being at The Wreck was your only escape. Balancing school and trying to parent your menace of a kid brother took up all of your time. You couldnât imagine it any other way though. Had John B not met Kie, and she not helped you get the job, you didnât know where you would be now. The only reason you quit was to keep John B alive when he and the Pogues went after the Merchant Gold.
Mike handed you an apron and you got to work like you had never left. Time moved quickly as you moved about the kitchen making food. Music played softly from a speaker Kiara had brought. You sang along quietly, dancing around Mike as the two of you worked together.
You felt at peace. For once you werenât at the Surf Shop, balancing numbers and figuring out how much more you needed to make that month to make sure everything was paid. You werenât worried about JJ coming home with some elaborate scheme that would surely get all of you arrested. You werenât worried about making sure Cleo wasnât getting into trouble with people, Popeâs college papers, or whether or not your brother and Sarah were using protection. For once you had no worries.
And Mike had already said he was going to pay you generously for helping him out. If that was on paper or not, he told you not to concern yourself with that, so you didnât.
Your phone chimed from the counter behind you. It had gone off a couple of times but you figured it was just your brother updating you on how business was going. Deciding you should check it, you walked across the kitchen and picked it up. You scoffed when you saw you had new messages from someone who was /certainly not/ John B.
Rafe: U up? 2:21 am
Rafe: Um hello? Are u alive? 10:47 am
Rafe: Ur starting to worry me here.. Like fr 3:09 pm
You shook your head and locked the phone back. Itâs been three weeks, dude, take a hint.
â(Y/N) can you go help Kiara bus some tables real quick? The rush is over and Iâve got lots of dishes to bring back,â Mike poked his head in to ask you, work phone pressed to his shoulder where someone was surely on hold.
âOn it!â
You put your phone back down on the counter and grabbed a buss tub before heading out into the dining room to clean up. You had barely finished bussing your third table when the bell above the door signaled someone walking in. You turned around to greet them, not expecting it to be the last person you wanted to see.
His eyes found you within seconds and there was no escaping. You couldnât just hide in the kitchen and you couldnât escape out the side door with no explanation. You had to face him.
Rafe looked almost relieved to see you. His features softened and his shoulders lost tension. He walked straight over to the table you were wiping down and stopped on the opposite side.
âDid your phone break or something?â he asks.
Some greeting that was.
âNo.â
âWell, I know my numberâs not blocked cause all of my texts and calls have gone through.â
âI have nothing to say to you,â you replied with a shrug, trying to play it off like this didnât bother you. But the hurtful things he said to you on the beach replayed in your head daily. Your subconscious always reminds you of how he truly felt about you. You went back to cleaning the table, hoping he would take the hint and leave you alone.
He laughed as he questioned, âYouâre not seriously still mad, are you?â
What a silly question for him to ask after you quite literally exploded on the beach.
âYes, Rafe, I am,â you snipped. âAnd Iâm working so you need to leave.â
You grabbed the tub and moved to a different table, moving with haste as you cleared the dishes. Your back was to the blonde Kook but you felt him move closer as he followed you around the dining room. You glanced around, hoping to see Kiara or someone who could save you from this situation.
âCâmon, baby,â Rafeâs voice dropped as he took on a more pleading tone. âYâknow I didnât mean it.â
Your chest tightened and your face heated up. The same rage you felt on the beach slowly reigniting in your chest. This was just a tactic to get you back into his bed like he had done time and time again.
âNo,â you whipped around to face him, the smirk on his lips slowly fading. You pointed your finger and every word off your tongue was laced with venom. âYou always do this. You use me to get your fix, then treat me like shit and throw me away when youâre done. I donât know if itâs some sick kink of yours to belittle me every chance you get, but Iâve had enough.â
Rafe scoffed and shook his head, âThatâs not true, (Y/N).. I-â
âShut up!â You held your hand up, closing your eyes and breathing in deeply. There are still tables in here, keep your cool. When you looked at him again he looked hurt. A small frown tugged at the corners of his mouth.
âJust shut up, Rafe. I donât care what you have to say anymore. Iâm done. Do you hear me? Iâm fucking done.â
You meant it. Every word you said to him you meant. You were sick and tired of him treating you like all you were meant for was a quick fuck. You were fed up being spoken down to like you were less than because of how you grew up. You were absolutely done being Rafe Cameronâs secret little play thing, and judging by the look on his face, he knew it.
Rafe didnât say anything else. He stared at you for a moment, an unreadable expression on his face, and then he left.
You were visibly shaking at that point, breaths coming out in short puffs as you tried to calm yourself down. You felt lighter after finally speaking your mind and letting it all out. Though, your eyes stung with unshed tears as the door to The Wreck shut behind him. You just let go of someone you wasted years of your life with after all.
What was supposed to only be a few hours of you helping turned into a twelve hour work day. After your run in with Rafe it seemed like all of Kildare Island and some decided The Wreck was the spot that day. You stuck around helping Mike cook, Kiara take tables, and you even helped the bartender make drinks when they got swamped.
By the time Mike was ready to let you and Kiara go it was just after nine oâclock and the sun was lowering beyond the horizon, casting an orange glow over the parking lot as you climbed into the passenger seat of your curly headed friendâs car. You couldnât wait to just get home, take a hot shower and absolutely crash.
A few more weeks had passed since Rafe sought you out at The Wreck. Youâd barely seen more than a glimpse of him. Heâd pass the shop on his boat but never stop for gas or come inside. Heâd be at the beach with his friends when you were surfing, always keeping his distance and leaving shortly after.
You had even ended up at the same house party somehow. Some Touronâs parents left him at the AirBnB alone and he threw an absolute rager. The two of you would steal glimpses of each other from across the room without the other knowing. Though you were never in the same part of the house at the same time for more than a minute or so.
It was a relief, truthfully. You werenât anxious the whole time that heâd walk over and whisk you away to the bathroom for a quickie and someone would see you. You werenât scared your brother would smell his cologne in your hair from your face being tucked into his neck. You werenât afraid Sophia would see the scratch marks on his shoulder blades and know they werenât her doing.
But, God, did you miss him sometimes.
You missed the rise and fall of his chest under your cheek when he was too tired and spent to kick you out of his house and heâd fall asleep holding you close. You missed him playing with your hair as he talked to you, trying to convince you to sneak away from your friends for five minutes so he could take care of you for once. You missed the weight of his lips against yours when all you could do was steal sloppy kisses in the dark and there was no time for funny business. You missed the way he looked at you, even if it was purely lustful and nothing more, his blue irises saying more than words ever could.
But Rafe had made it very clear he would never be with you. And despite those little moments where you thought otherwise, you could never be with someone who made you feel so shitty all of the time. You had to hate Rafe in order to protect yourself.
âSomethingâs bothering you,â you were snapped out of your thoughts by your brotherâs voice.
John B had been watching you from behind the wheel of the boat. You sat at the front, staring out at the water as you mindlessly picked at the skin around your nails.
He got up from his seat and walked over to you, holding out an ice cold bottled beer fresh from the cooler. âWhatâs on your mind, sissy?â
The snort you let out brought a smile to John Bâs lips. He stopped using that nickname years ago, unless he wanted something from you or he got himself into trouble. He was genuinely worried about you though. You hadnât been acting like yourself for months and everyone was starting to notice.
âJust.. stressed,â you sighed and shook your head, avoiding his prodding hazel eyes.
âBusiness is good, (Y/N). Weâre finally getting our feet under us,â John B tried to reassure you. Little did he know this wasnât about the shop at all. âWeâre finally getting everything we deserve.â
You twisted off the cap of your beer and tossed it in the grocery sack being used as a trash bag hung off of a rope hook. âI know, I know. That doesnât mean Iâm just gonna stop caring. Someone around here has to run payroll and budget,â you continued. âNo offense, but none of you are remotely close to qualified. Except maybe Sarah.â
John B laughed but didnât disagree as you took a swig from your bottle. He wandered over to the edge of the boat to talk to JJ and you watched the other four Pogues as they hung off foam noodles and talked not too far.
As you brought your beer back up to your lips, you paused. Your stomach twisted as the bitter smell met your nose. Suddenly, you were scrambling to turn around and wretched into the water in the knick of time. The sound of the amber bottle hitting the deck of the boat was what caught the attention of your brother and friends.
JJ must have skipped the ladder and hoisted himself onto the boat from the side because he was pulling your hair back in a matter of seconds. He rubbed your back and encouraged you to âjust let it outâ. You could hear John B calling the others back to the boat, your stomach too busy emptying its entire contents for you to protest.
Once everyone was back on board and you werenât vomiting anymore, John B crouched beside you, âAre you okay? What happened?â
âI donât know.. One second I was fine and then I just felt sick.â
You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and sat back against the seat with a heavy breath. Your brother stared at you worriedly and rubbed your knee. âLetâs take you back. I donât want you out here in the sun in case it gets worse,â he suggested.
âNo,â you groaned. âDonât let me ruin the fun. Iâll be fine, JB.â
JJ had already started cruising towards the Chateau though, so you knew it was pointless to argue.
âWe planned on heading down to catch some waves anyway. I want you to rest. Kay?â John B insisted.
He reminded you of your father in that moment. Caring and protective. You tried to be the strong older sister who looked after everyone but he was always looking out for you too. So you nodded and let him wrap a towel around your shoulders for the short boat ride back home.
After reassuring your brother that youâd be fine alone, you headed into the Chateau while they loaded into the Twinkie and headed off to surf. You dropped your belongings on your bedroom floor before falling face first into your bed. Exhaustion caught up with you and in a matter of minutes, you were fast asleep.
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Iâve been MIA and havenât updated Itâs Complicated, so hereâs a life update no one asked for:
The holidays sucked. Family drama that has extended past the holidays that I feel like Iâm stuck in the middle of. My birthday was the 3rd and I had the flu the whole week, so I didnât get to celebrate the way we wanted to. Iâve been working 50 hours a week at a job I hate. And now my boyfriendâs ex is trying to take his daughter away from him.
Iâm so glad you all love my lil piece of work, and Iâm sorry Iâve neglected yâall of more. I appreciate every like, reblog and comment youâve left. Iâm doing my best. But 2025 has been absolute hell so far. Itâs hard to find the time and/or effort to post, let alone write.
Summary: Years of fooling around with Rafe comes back to bite you in the ass. He will now be a part of your life for the indefinite future. How in the hell are you supposed to do this?
A/N: Watching season 4 got the writing juices flowing and this is what came from it. This is a slowwww burn, but Dad!Rafe incoming. Chapter 1 is in the works. Iâll have it out as soon as possible for you. Thank you for reading!
This was never supposed to happen. How could you let this happen?
You had been playing with fire for too long, sneaking around with Rafe Cameron for years. 2 AM phone calls when he was sick of his girl of the month. Drunken escapades in the back of his car during a party on the beach, or on his boat under the cloak of night as he was coming down off of the cocaine. Just for him to throw you away like trash and treat you like shit, like the filthy Pogue he thought you were.
Though, you couldnât stop.
Heâd catch you when you were alone. Raspy voice and hot breath on your neck. Soft fingertips tracing the curve of your shoulder and down your arm. His cologne intoxicating as he pressed his solid chest against your back.
You were addicted to him like the white powder he loved so much. You couldnât get enough.
But this was too much. Youâd gone too far, been too reckless.
Kiara wasnât supposed to be home. You could have sworn you would have the Chateau to yourself. You went to your room to change and she went to the bathroom before you could take the trash out.
You exited your room and froze when you saw her standing in the doorway of the bathroom. Your eyes were locked on the little white stick in her hand as she looked at you, disbelief written all over her face and she asked, â(Y/N), what is this?â
You swallowed thickly, feeling like the air was sucked out of your lungs. You wanted to keep this a secret. You werenât going to tell a soul until you figured out what to do. But Kiara had ruined it. The two bold pink lines stared back at you and you tore your eyes away to meet her worried brown ones. Your voice shook and cracked, just a whisper in the otherwise silent house.
âPlease donât tell my brother.â
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Canât believe im about to make another fkn rant post about this.
Since Felicia Wennberg released her first statement against âfansâ sexualizing and fetishizing her husband, she has gotten hate on every platform and people have taken to commenting on her IG posts about her family and calling her names.
Alex Wennberg, her husband, has come out in her defence and talked about how hockey culture and his PR training basically dictates that he should shut up and take it. He states that he feels uncomfortable and, in response to that, people think it appropriate to comment on his posts about how his wife canât âtake a jokeâ?
1- sexual harassment is NOT a joke. A joke is when we all laugh at smth together. Whoâs laughing? The Wennbergs sure as hell arenât.
2- people are saying âyou couldâve reached out to x person to set boundariesâ.
They shouldnât have to.
People should understand that there is a line between playful banter/thirsting and sexual harassment. This is 2023, people should know that this shit is unacceptable. Have we learned nothing as a society?
3- now that they have spoken out against this, as Felicia mentions in her SECOND statement, them saying they feel uncomfortable should be enough for people. The fact is, Feliciaâs 1st statement shouldâve been enough. Alex reiterating his wifeâs words and supporting her SHOULDâVE BEEN ENOUGH. It never shouldâve gotten to the point where she needed to make a second statement.
They donât need to justify themselves to anyone. They donât owe us anything. Alex does his job and we love and appreciate him for it, but that doesnât entitle us to explanations and justifications.
I read Feliciaâs second statement and that one jersey example she gave⊠i cant even bare to repeat it. Itâs disgusting and, personally, i wouldnât take that shit either. What the hell is wrong with yâall?
As for those threatening to leave, hockey wont die bc it loses your delusional asses. There are still real fans around. The Seattle Krakenâs 2022-2023 season was one of the most successful seasons in the league. They donât need yâall to keep on going. So, by all means, gtfo.
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