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some pogue flicks

kiara carrera the woman you are

pics from obx 4 & obx instagram

jj always knew he had a thing for milfs even if they where only a few years older than him.

inspiration: @princessbrunette

the moment jj had laid eyes on you he knew he had to have you. so he had brought it up to his friends one night at the chateau.

“you guys know who this is?” jj asks as he shows an instagram to the group off his phone “uhh jj” pope starts “what” “you know shes like 20 right?” jj’s jaw dropped, but then he perks up again “so whatttt its like a 2-3 year age gap who cares”everyone started laughing.

“bro” jj says slumping in his chair and says after he thought about it again. “jj ur 17 just wait a few months and you’ll be legal” John B says shrugging. Kiera smacks his arm “ow what the hell kie” “you shouldn’t be encouraging this” Pope sighs and lays down on the coach “can we figure out jj’s milf problems in the morning or something?” everyone looks at jj and he’s knocked the fuck out

In the morning, jj wakes up last. he wakes up to pope talking about who he’s dropping groceries off to this morning. jj’s ears perk up when he hears your name. “your dropping off groceries too her and didnt tell me?” “im so coming” popes face drops

“no your so not” John B, Kiera, and Sarah all look at each other and Sarah says “theres no stopping him now Pope, hes going” Sarah says and the three of them laugh

jj slaps popes shoulder and turns him around with his arm slung around his shoulder “thanks buddy” jj does a hop and a skip out the chateau and pope following him out the door

when they get to heywards jj spots something he would be able to spot anywhere, you and your 4 year old that looks just like you. jj keeps walking “jj.. jj what are you doing?!” pope whisper yells at jj but cant stop him as he’s already speaking to you.

“hello ma’am” jj says as he makes his way toward you as he picks up your bags for you. Heyward makes a face but leaves it as you swipe your card and take it back quickly and u pick up your child and catch up with thing VERY hot man who you knew to be as jj maybank.

“hey! jj right?” you ask jj stops in his tracks “you know who i am?” he asks “of course i know you silly! we went to the same school for like our whole lives until, well you know” gesturing down at the 4 year old on your hip. “oh yeah sucks you had to drop out, i wish though” he says

“wasnt really my plan but i wouldnt trade her for the world” you say, when you look up you see your small house just off the beach on the cut. “well this is my stop, thanks for bringing my groceries back i really appreciate it.” jj smiles, “you do know they offer to being the bags to you right?” “yeah i know, i got tripped off my someone that youd be there though” you say smiling.

you walk up onto your porch and notice how jj stops. “well? are you coming?” you ask turning around to smile at him and wave him on into your small house.

“guys!” jj yells coming into the chateau slamming the door open and shut excitedly. “i got a date!” pope laughs “you? with her? your joking right?” “yeah jj, does she know your going to turn 18 in two months and you arent 18?” kiera asks

“ill just have to wait then” jj says “you’ve got to tell her.” “ i will i will, the date is tomorrow night ill tell her then.”

your house wasn’t far from the chateau so, jj walked. on his way he made a stop fir some flowers. when he got there he took a deep breath outside of her door and knocked. on the inside he heard little feet tapping towards the door quickly he saw the knob turning but never all the way but at some point it does all the way and he spots a little girl, your little girl. she looks just like you.

when your girl opens the door jj takes one of the bigger flowers out of the bunch and gives her one. she takes it with her clammy hands and says “thank you!!” in her cute high pitched voice and runs off the show her mom.

you walk over to where they are and invite him inside and he gives you the flowers “they are beautiful thank you” you say walking to the kitchen to get a vase to put them in. “hey just so we dont go anywhere you dont want to, im not 18 just yet” he pauses to take a breath and u look at him nodding.

“im turning 18 in like 2 months and i just wanted you to know.” “thats okay, i just turned 20. its not legal just yet and we can wait.” “really?” jj asks “yeah of course” “well if we can, can we continue this date?”

at the end of the night, you guys just kissed goodnight as, he wasn’t legal yet. but when he did turn 18, you guys made it offical and did more than just kiss goodnight.

bf!jj who when you get your nails done he’s always touching them

bf!jj who when you’re on anything laying down, he’ll make a space in between your legs boyfriend sized and lays his head on your stomach and moves your hands to his head to scratch his head

bf!jj who’s least favorite part but also favorite of you getting your nails done is going with you to get them

bf!jj who if you ask him to pick a design or color his answer instantly is always “my tip color obviously”

bf!jj who when you have your nails done can only fall asleep when your scratching his head or running them up and down his back

bf!jj who thinks its wild how fast youre able to type on your phone with your nails when you get them crazy long

bf!jj who loves when you play with his hair especially when you have nails

bf!jj who somehow always comes up with the money to pay for your nails

bf!jj who learned how to do nails just for you

bf!jj who doesn’t get but loves how you do everything with the nails

bf!jj who asked how you wipe your ass with those “claws”

bf!jj who insists on helping you shotgun beers even if you say you can do it

bf!jj who say you get into a fight at a kegger with the nails and lets say watching you bite them off ahile arguing with the girl made him excited down there

月 (K.Carrera x Fem!Masc!Reader)

Notes: 月 is the symbol for Tsuki, which means Moon or The Moon, in Japanese!

Word Count: 866

Kiara Carrera. The most beautiful girl you've laid your eyes on since she walked by. You liked her so much you decided to introduce yourself to her.

And you prayed that you wouldn't stutter or make a fool out of yourself because look at those eyes. Those beautiful big brown eyes. Her smile, the way it's always so genuine and kind. Her laugh...oh my god her laugh. It's enough to make your knees buckle under you.

It's been a couple of years since then, the friendship is still the same but the feelings you feel are much stronger and they won't go away. You know you love her, you know you're in love with her but what you don't know, is if she feels the same way at all.

You don't want to ask her out, confess your deepest feelings for her just for them to not be reciprocated and end up potentially ruining what you have now. But you also have that feeling that you should take that chance. That there's a chance she'll feel the same.

It's Saturday night and you're with the pouges. You're all watching a movie that Pope chose and honestly, it's not that bad. You sat on the couch, manspreading, with one arm resting on the back of the couch and one on the armrest.

Kie sat next to you, close but not as close as you want her. She sat with her legs to her chest and watched the movie, or you thought she was watching the movie.

You kept your eyes on the screen, she kept her eyes on you. She gazed at how you sat, wanting to climb in your lap and lay with you. She wanted to be close to you, to breathe you in and be part of you.

She wanted you to be hers, but she doesn't know how to make that work. How to ask one of her best friends to be hers and only hers and not ruin anything. That fear, the same fear you're feeling consumed her as well.

There's not much for either of you to do besides take the chance but who wants to take a chance at possibly ruining a once in a lifetime friendship that not everyone has?

Kie changed her sitting, she let her legs rest on the couch, her thighs touching yours. The feeling of her leg touching yours gave you butterflies, and you just felt like a little kid. Blushing at the smallest touch and getting happy at that small contact.

You excused yourself from the room and walked outside. Taking deep breaths and telling yourself to keep calm. That just because her leg touched yours doesn't mean she wants you and it could just be an accident. She's just so comfortable around you that she can relax and it's nothing.

You rubbed your face in your hands and huffed when you heard the door open and shut.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, Kie.."

You sat on the steps and kept your face hidden from her. You were blushing like crazy and your heart was racing. You hoped she couldn't hear it beating against your chest.

She stayed silent and sat next to you, looking ahead.

"Can I ask you something?" She asked, fidgeting with her fingers. "Yeah, what's up?"

She took a deep breath and kept her eyes straight ahead. From her peripheral she watched you lit your head and keep your gaze on the ground. She opened her mouth and closed it, having a hard time getting her words out.

Kie looked up at the moon and let out a shaky breath. There's two things you can answer with this, and she's hoping it's an answer she wants to hear.

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" she asked, looking at you, nervously waiting for your response.

Either you'll know what she's trying to say, or you have no clue and she'll have to tell you how she feels without riddles.

You let out a relieved breath and smiled. Looking at her, your smile grew. "I can die happy."

"You feel the same," she chuckled, relieved that you do. "I'm surprised that you feel the same. Didn't think you'd like me back, at all."

"Why wouldn't I? You're the nicest person I know, and it was either you or one of the guys."

"I can't relate, it was either you or..you,"

"So, you love me?" she asked, scooting closer to you and locking her hand with yours. "Very much, Kie. Can't imagine my life without you in it."

She pouted with a smile, "Awe," she cooed, cupping the side of your face with her free hand and pulling you in for a kiss. When you slowly pulled away you rested your forehead on hers. "I waited so long for that."

"I did too. About time you guys got together."

You guys turned around and saw JJ standing in the doorway. "Come on, Pope paused the movie when you guys left and he's getting impatient." he said, walking back inside.

You guys stood up and walked back in the house, hand in hand and very happy for the start of something new.

fresh out the slammer - rafe cameron

in which y/n realizes the only man she wants isn’t the one standing across from her at the alter

warnings- swearing, angst, kissing, mention of abuse

w/c: idk but a lot

guys this is my first fic so be kind please but like..also leave feedback lmao

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Soaking in a bubble filled tub, wallowing in your sorrows and mind even hazier from your third glass of red wine, the fight you just had with your fiancé- soon to be husband- left you with an insurmountable amount of racing thoughts.

Getting home late was a recurring pattern for Tommy, drunk and tattered with his tie undone as well as an occasional obnoxiously red lipstick stain underneath his jaw, mocking you when he turns his head away from your “incessant nagging and bitching”.

You asking where he had been turned into hands pulling hair from stress, voice cracks of screeching anger, broken shards of glass from being flown into walls and streams of tears when he put his hands around your neck, again.

“Cover that up for tomorrow.” Catching your breath you glared at him with nothing but hate and irritation.

“Yeah, wouldn’t want the town knowing you’re I’m marrying an abuser or anything.”

Tommy whips around with a finger in your face. “Watch your fucking mouth, Y/N. You’d be nothing without me, your last name changing is a blessing to you, appreciate it. Knowing you’ll be associated with my family and reputation isn’t something to take lightly, got it?”

You stood there just taking it. Staring dazedly at the wall in your kitchen, anything to avoid looking at the man you once respected and maybe even loved.

Your father would be so ashamed of you, he never raised you to take shit from anyone, especially a man who didn’t deserve an ounce of your time. He tragically died when you were 15, leaving you with a narcissistic, alcoholic mother. The reason you were even in this situation with Tommy.

Tommy belonged to one of the most prominent and wealthy families in the OBX. The Randolphs have always had a good relationship with your family, with your dad being a loyal accountant associated with their law firm. After your dad passed they treated you and your mother like some charity cases, always baking food and lending money, to which your mother gladly took.

Your mother suggested the idea of marriage to Tommys parents after she caught you blushing too hard and smiling a little to often about “that Cameron boy”. Rafe Cameron had a reputation around Kildare and it wasn’t a good one. Drug addicted, college dropout, psychopath and constantly picking fights were all tied to his name but to you, he was the only reason the sun came up each morning.

Like you, he lost a parent at a young age, his mother. Trauma bonding and sharing hatred with the Randolph family became a stepping stone for you both. You met through Topper at a party in high school and never really looked back, you became inseparable.

Years spent indulging in each other’s company was platonic until a few years ago when he started looking at you a little more intensely, leaving longing glances and stolen stares across crowded rooms. You both knew your feelings but never spoke it into existence, seeing as you were then just freshly engaged.

Now here you stand, with no love in your heart for the man you’re supposed to spend the rest of your life with starting tomorrow, glaring at him stomping up the spiral stairs of your far too perfect and ridiculously gigantic sized “home”.

The drip of the tub faucet echoes throughout the bathroom, your foot thoughtlessly turning the water dial on and off every few seconds. Absently staring off into space, your face is blank but your mind is racing. You are at a true gut wrenching loss at what to do.

The only thing pulling you out of your daze is a text notification buzzing the ceramic tile counter. You snap your head to the phone, looking almost offended that someone could even concur to bother you right now.

Reluctantly, you step out of the bath grabbing a nearby towel to wrap around yourself. You pick up the phone to view the notification, Rafe.

Meet at beach in 10? I know it’s late.

Your lips tip up in a smile, it’s almost as if he knew your mind was off someplace else, the beach brings you both back to your rightful state of inner peace.

You type a few answers out, sounding too excited or desperate, you just delete them and start again. You can see it in your head, he’s probably biting his thumb nail in anticipation seeing the text bubble come and go, it makes you smile and bite your lip.

Yes, want me to pick you up?

He responds before you can even re-read what you said.

I’m already here…

You laugh out loud, covering you mouth knowing Tommy is already asleep in your shared bedroom right outside.

You type out a quick “of course you are, be there soon” before fully starting to dry yourself off. Rafe loves your message, signaling that he saw it.

Quietly entering your bedroom you pick out the easiest things to put on, settling on a crew neck, loose shorts and your birkenstocks.

Somehow you managed to leave your house unscathed but this isn’t the first time you’ve snuck out to meet Rafe and it won’t be the last.

The hidden path that you and Rafe found years ago comes into view, it leads right out to a hidden cove, making it feel like a secret that only you and him know, shutting out the rest of the island.

You take off your sandals and feel the sand enveloping your feet, you can smell his cigarettes and see him scratching the top of his buzzed head.

“Hi sweetheart.” He didn’t need to turn around to know you were there, he could just feel the air getting light around him, or at least he saw it that way.

You walk over and sit down matching his position with knees up to your chest, bumping elbows in the process. “Hi Rafe, what’s going on?” you ask in a hushed tone as if there’s multiple people around.

He looks at you now, taking in your natural hair flowing down to your back and a far out look in your eyes. His chest squeezes at how beautiful you look without even trying. “Shouldn’t I be asking you, Ms. Y/L/N, or should I say soon to be Mrs. Randolph?”

You chuckle with your tongue touching the inside of your cheek, “I don’t want to talk about it or him. Especially here, this is my safe space, our space so just let’s not, please”. You look at him with pleading eyes, he nods with understanding eyes as he blows smoke from the side of his mouth.

You sit in a comfortable silence for 10 minutes, enjoying each other’s company and listening to the sounds of the waves crashing up the sand, with every pull of the current washing away your stress.

Rafe breaks it by flicking his cigarette, clearing his throat and taking a deep breath, “You don’t have to, you know that right? It’s obvious you don’t fucking want to so just don-“ You shake your head and let out an unstable sigh.

“It’s tomorrow, Rafe. I can’t just call it all off, it’s too late, I have relatives from all over the country flying in, his family spent so much money I can’t just-“

“Fuck his family and fuck your relatives, respectfully. Do you think your grandparents o-or your aunts and uncles would support this knowing what’s going on in your head and heart? Cause I certainly don’t.”

“It’s not that simple. It doesn’t matter and our families, my mother would be disappointed and his dad would probably have me sent to a fucking asylum saying I went crazy or something” Your cheeks get increasingly hot with anger, so frustrated with your situation.

“Who fucking cares, Y/N/N? This isn’t something small like missing a dinner party or calling in sick to work, this is your future a-and the rest of your life if you don’t make a decision, seriously sweetheart it’s ridiculous.”

The nickname makes your stomach drop in ways Tommy never could. Rafe’s passion and way of words always leaves you feeling giddy.

You bite down on your lip, hard, to stop the fleeting tears building in your eyes and looking away from him to avoid them falling even quicker. He takes his calloused palm and places it on your cheek to turn your face towards his. “You aren’t happy, you know you’re not, I know you’re not and it’s killing me” He punctuates his words, shaking your face a little bit as if to really drill his feelings into your brain.

You look up at him with wet and tired eyes, knowing no matter how much he’s right, there’s just no way to fix this. You bring your hand up to meet his own on your cheek, intertwining your fingers.

“I appreciate your passion Rafe, I really do and I wish I could go back and say no but it’s just- there’s no use. It’s done and I fucked up and that’s on me.” You stare into his eyes, competing with the ocean in front of you.

His eyebrows furrow as if he’s in pain, he licks his lips and scoffs, hand and eyes leaving your face, making you feel cold.

It’s silent again, the air growing thick with tension until he breaks it, again.

“Let’s run away, yeah let’s do it.” He shakes his head in approval like he’s just solved the mystery, “I can buy us ferry tickets and we’ll never come back here again.”

It’s your turn to scoff and shake your head, “Now that’s ridiculous, seriously, Rafe? This isn’t some fairytale, we can’t just fly away to Neverland.”

“Why not, Y/N? You’ve always talked about wanting to live in Massachusetts. I’ll buy us a house on Martha’s Vineyard, we can have our own beach and 2 dogs an-“

You stand up in a fit of rage, sand flying everywhere from the abrupt reaction. “Wake up, Rafe! I’m getting married tomorrow. It’s happening and there’s nothing you or I can do to fix that.” You cross your arms before rolling your eyes and stomping away.

Rafe is quick to match your pace and grabs your forearm, flipping you around so your chests are touching and faces inches apart. “You’re the only one that can fix this. It seems like I want this wedding called off more than you do.” You’re both panting, from proximity and the situation but you’re convinced it’s just because of the heated back and forth.

“Rafe please, you need to let this go, for me please.”

“I can’t just let this go Y/N/N. You’re marrying a piece of shit who doesn’t make you happy and I know you don’t love him, tell me you don’t” His desperate eyes leaving aches in your heart.

He places both of his hands lightly on your neck but due to Tommy and his previous anger, you wince in pain from the bruises. Rafe notices, of course he does and you see it register in his eyes, pupils dilated turning from passion to pure exasperation.

He swallows heavily, his adams apple bobbing up and down. “Y/N. I’m gonna ask you something and you better tell me the fucking truth. Did he do that? Who did this to you?”

You grab onto his forearms and bore your eyes into his. “Please” you beg, knowing exactly how this is gonna go. He shakes his head, breathing in and out of his nose, bending down slightly to inspect the marks, moving your neck around slowly to examine.

“Baby. I can see where he placed his hands and pressed, so hard that you bruised?” His voice begins to crack, so devastated that anyone could ever imagine putting their hands on your beautiful face.

Tears have started shedding down your face, reaching yours and his conjoined hands. “Rafe. I-“ He lets go of your neck and starts trudging through the sand back towards the path. Your eyes widen and you run after him.

“I’m gonna fucking kill him, wring his neck out so he knows how it feels.” You shake your head and catch up to him, stepping infront of his chest and placing your hands there.

“I’m begging you, Rafe. I’m okay, see I’m perfectly fine. Please don’t do this.” Your patting his chest now, doing anything to relax him.

He looks down at you, eyes going from rage to sadness when your face comes into view. He lets out a whine and pulls your head into his chest. “You’re somethin’ else. Your soon-to-be husband puts his hands on you and you’re still gonna go through with it? So stubborn, always have been”

You laugh through your tears at how messed up it is. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and lean into his touch, rubbing your hand through his buzzed hair at the base of his neck.

“Rafe?” you remove your head from his chest and look up at him which causes him to look down at you as well, he hums in response, eager to hear what you have to say.

“I understand if you say no but, um you being there tomorrow would really help ease my nerves.” You wince, knowing how absurd the question is but it’s true, you need him there to be able to function.

“I cave on a lot of things for you but seeing the girl I’m in love with get married to someone who doesn’t deserve even a glance from you, is where I draw the line”

You widen your eyes and gawk at his confession, neither of you have ever mentioned the feelings that linger between the both of you, a love confession for the ages is the last thing you expected.

“Rafe, W-“ you shake your head, at a loss for words and mind blank.

He kisses his teeth and smiles out of vain. “I just can’t bring myself to witness everything I’ve ever wanted happen to another man”.

A heartbroken sigh leaves your lips, “Rafe, please don’t make this harder than it already is.”

He shrugs smugly, weight lifted off his shoulders at the overdue confession.

“Sorry, sweetheart but it’s true. I just can’t bear it”

You take a deep breath, wiping the stray tears that have fallen off your face. But then something happens, it takes over you, the urge. Fuck it, you place your hands on his cheeks and dive into his lips, standing on your tip toes for leverage.

You both don’t move for a second, not sure what to do, just the feeling of each other’s lips together being overwhelming enough.

Rafe mentally curses himself for not acting faster but as soon as he comes back down to Earth, one hand flys to your face and the other to your back. You use his arm behind you for support as you lean into it causing him to lean down as the kiss intensifies.

Minutes spent like this, expressing every emotion your both feeling into the kiss, breaking away only to catch each other’s breath before diving right back in.

It lasts a few minutes longer before you pull away, leaning your forehead on his, nose’s bumping. Swallowing, you begin “Rafe, I lov-“. He shakes his head and gives you a fleeting peck, “Please don’t.”

“But Rafe I-“ He nods.

“I know, sweetheart. I know, but if you say it I’m really taking you to Massachusetts and you won’t have a choice.”

He’s trying to be funny but you don’t laugh, devastated that he’s in so much agony and you caused all of it.

“What are we gonna do?” you plead.

“You made up your mind and I can’t change that, but if you ever do, just know I’m waiting and I’ll wait as long as it takes.” He steps away then, removing his hands and tucking a strand of hair that fell behind your ear.

“I’m sorry, Rafe. I’m so sorry.” You begin to sob now, guilty and just so angry that this is what has happened.

“I know, me too but please don’t cry, Y/N it breaks my heart.” You hug him again, tightly wrapping your arms around his torso.

“It’s getting late and you have a big day tomorrow. Let’s get you home, baby.”

“You’re just tormenting me now.” He laughs, his bright smile on display. “Maybe”, you slap his chest, “You’re an asshole”, which causes you both to laugh now.

He holds you steady by the waist while you put your shoes back on, when you’re done you place your arm around his waist, copying him.

Placing a kiss on your head he leads the way back through the path in the direction of his truck. Silent and reflecting you both have a certain sadness surrounding each other, not knowing how your relationship will change and if you’ll ever see him again but yet there’s a hint of relief and comfort knowing all the built up tension, smitten and blushed cheeks over the years have finally been brought to light.

Looking at your reflection, you don’t recognize yourself. A melancholy, pathetic version of you stares back. With a full face of makeup to cover up hand marks and eye bags from lack of sleep last night, an up-do topped with a vail and a fake smile, you have never seen yourself so miserable, so unrecognizable.

“I can’t believe you’re actually doing this, Y/N. We tried but you just wouldn’t hear it.” Kie paced the bridal room back and forth, just as frustrated as you, knowing her best friend is about to marry the islands biggest piece of shit.

“Kiara, she doesn’t need to hear this right now, ok?” Sarah is behind you, placing bobby pins in places that are needed.

“I’m aware I’ve fucked up, royally. I heard it from Rafe last night and I don’t need to-“. Both girls gasp, “Rafe?”.

You shut your mouth, cursing yourself for exposing the information, sighing you begin to reluctantly tell the girls what had happened.

Sarah and Kie look at you with remorse as you recall the interaction. Sarah takes your hand and Kie begins to tear up. “This is so bad you guys, I don’t know what to do.”

Kie looks around as she says, “Well nothing, now seeing as you have to be on the altar in 10 minutes.” Sarah shoots her a glare as you begin to sob. The girls come over for a group hug, sushing you and rubbing your back.

A knock at the door interrupts your sobs, causing you all to look up at the door as you nod, signaling that Sarah can let them in.

She announces for the person to enter, it’s JJ and he’s holding flowers. “Hi, uh, Tommy asked me to give these to you”. You take one look at the flowers and begin to sob again, “I don’t even like roses and h-he knows that”. With your head in your hands you just want to bury yourself in the hole you dug.

JJ is standing there white as a ghost, looking to Kiara for some support to which she brushes him off. “What did I do?” He confesses.

You look up slowly, sighing and fanning your face. “It’s not your fault JJ. I just hate my soon to be husband, he doesn’t understand me, never has.”

“Wait, what. You’re literally about to marry him in..” JJ stops to look at his watch, “7 minutes”.

You look around to the girls, feeling a panic attack coming on. “Fuck.”

Kie updates JJ on the “Y/N and Tommy lore” as Sarah rubs your back and makes you count and breathe. In the back you can hear JJ gasping and audibly reacting to Kie catching him all up.

When she’s done, JJ comes over to you and gives you a hug from behind. “As much as I don’t like Rafe, sorry Sarah, I really, really don’t like Tommy.” You look at JJ through the mirror and solemnly nod your head to agree.

“He just told me that when Tommy was handing him the flowers, he tipped him a $20 and thought he was a bartender.”

JJ scoffs, “I told him I was sitting in the row literally right behind your families and he just laughed, so yeah I fucking hate him too.” You realize that not only has Tommy tormented your life but all of your friends who you love so much.

“I’m so sorry guys, I’m so sorry you have to be here and I’m so sorry that I didn’t stand up for myself way back when our families arranged this but I just have to deal with it, just have to deal.”

They all nodded and the girls fixed your makeup, getting you ready to meet your wicked mother at the double doors, which led to the guest filled lawn of people who are unknowingly supporting your nightmare.

JJ gave you one last hug and words of encouragement before going to take his seat on the golf green. Sarah and Kie all gave you tight hugs and kisses on the cheek before leading you out of the room. Your mother waited at the end of the country club, beaming with pride and showering you with compliments as your manicured nails dug into your palms.

“Honey, your eye bags look terrible, I’m gonna go ask the makeup lady if she can add some more concealer or something-“ You huffed and slapped her hand away.

“I’m fine, Mom. Please, I just want to get out there.”

She changes her shocked expression of you swatting her hand away to instant radiation of happiness. “Oh, you’re so excited to just be married already, aren’t you?”.

You try your best to make your fake smile believable as she places both hands on your cheeks and nods in approval.

You take the biggest breath as the violins begin to play the bridal entrance, the guests all stand turning their attention towards you and the doors open. This is it, your mother grips your arm and begins to walk you down the flower petal covered isle.

All eyes on you, can they tell how close to breaking down you are? Some people are wiping their eyes with tissues, some stare at you like you’re the prophecy and all you can do is look around, where’s Rafe?

Hands shaking as you see Tommy at the alter, so smug falsely wiping his nose and eyes to put on a show for the Figure Eight mothers, who mourn for their daughters that never got the chance to have his last name.

Before stepping up to meet him, you make quick pleading eye contact with Sarah, she knows exactly what you’re thinking and she shakes her head solemnly and mouths a quiet “no”. He’s not here and you knew he wouldn’t be, in the back of your sick mind you had hope that he’d maybe show up just to be your support but he’s nowhere to be seen, not even lurking a few feet behind the whole ceremony.

Your mother turns to face you, before giving you off to Tommy she places a quick kiss on your cheek then slides her mouth up to your ear, “Don’t embarrass me” she snaps in a sharp whisper.

You pull back with wide eyes but she doesn’t give you time to react before she’s giving you a small shove to meet Tommy’s outstretched hand to guide you up.

In your mind, you hoped you’d be here one day, surrounded by your loved ones on a beautiful North Carolina day to celebrate the marriage of you and your husband. Except the man in front of you would be about 4 inches taller, brown eyes traded for blue and a dimple engraved in his cheek as his bright smile makes your head spin.

Rafe. Rafe. Rafe. Even before you ever realized it, swirled into all of your poems he’s always been the man in your dreams, all your manifestations come to life, everything and all you’ve ever wanted.

Tommy begins declaring that he will love and cherish you through sickness and in health. Looking at you so cynically, you can see everything in his eyes. He’s got you trapped now and there’s nothing you can do.

Now, it’s your turn. With a deep breath and slight pause you begin. “I, Y/N, promise Tommy” Rafe “to love him” Rafe “through sickness and in health” Rafe. It all comes out in a whimper but only you seem to notice.

Tommy turns to the officiant, eager to hear him give the speech that seals this whole thing. “Do you, Tommy Randolph, take Y/N Y/L/N, to be your wife?”

“I do.”

Your heart is racing, feeling as though your whole world is about to come crashing down on you. Rafe, you can see him in your head, handsome face and charming smile, you think back to your encounter last night, promises of fleeing the island and a white picket, blue shuddered house far away from here is all you can focus on, it’s all waiting for you and so is he.

“He’s waiting for me.” the sentence leaves your mouth before you can even help it. Tommy looks up from the ring he’s about to place on your finger. “What?”.

You slightly step back from his body, moving your arm away from the gold 20 carat diamond about to bind you to 40+ years of hell. The officiant doesn’t seem to notice as he asks you the same question he just repeated to the man standing across from you, now looking flustered.

“Do you, Y/N Y/L/N, take Tommy Randolph to be your husband?”

You look back and forth between Tommy and the officiant, beginning to shake your head. “I- I don’t.”

The ceremony comes to a hushed stop, the wind blowing from the coast can be the only thing heard. “I don’t, and I can’t and I won’t.” The guests look around in awe, not sure of what to do or say.

Your mother and Tommy’s father stand up quickly, both seething with anger, overlapping each other with protests of this “erroneous behavior”. You look at Tommy and begin to smile at his expression, face red with embarrassment and loathe.

“I just can’t.” You begin to look around at all the guests before turning to your right, looking at the faces of your 9 bridesmaids, 2 whom aren’t even trying to hide their shit eating grins. Kiara nods frantically, giving you the ok and Sarah begins to giggle.

With all the approval you need, you take your gown in your hands and begin to flee down the steps. Tommy grips your arm before you can get far and whips you around to face him, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Y/N. Do you have any idea what this is gonna cause?” He seethes in your face, teeth clenched together and progressively pressing harder into your skin.

You use all your force and rip yourself away from his grip while walking backwards down the steps. “I’m getting the fuck out of here and far away from you.” Guests are gasping as your mother and Tommy are screaming at you to “get back here” all while Sarah and Kie are giving each other a subtle fist pump.

All you can hear as your running is the sound of your heartbeat and what sounds like JJ, John B and Pope whistling and clapping in approval. “Go get your man, Y/N!”

It all turns into forgotten noise when you finally exit the Island Club and soon all your thoughts are consumed by him. Summers taking cover, splintered back in winters and silent, bitter dinners are all over now. You’re at the starting line, fresh out of the slammer and you did your time.

Breaking out into a sprint, your bridal heels are digging into your feet and your train is tattered, none of it matters when you start the familiar path to Tannyhill. The promise of Rafe at home is the one thing keeping you from collapsing in the Carolina heat with all your extra layers on.

You weren’t much of a runner but 10 minutes doesn’t seem too far when it leads to forever. You can’t help but break into a fit of laughter at the pure chaos of it all, some people passing by in cars honking at you but you just throw your hand up in a fleeting wave.

Rafe is on the second story deck when he sees you stop at the entrance gates, put the passcode in and push through when they open. He squints his eyes in disbelief, knowing this has to be some figment of his imagination, not until he hears you yell his name.

He rushes through his bedroom, down the hallway, stairs and to the front door. Swinging it open not bothering to shut it, he runs out to greet you. You’re both laughing hysterically in disbelief at the sights in front of you.

When you finally reach his grasp, you jump up and he catches you, gripping his hands against your back and thigh. “What did you do?” He exclaims, both out of breath from the adrenaline and running.

You pull back from the embrace and confess it all. “I love you, not him, never him. I- I just couldn’t fathom doing it, not when all I kept thinking about was you standing there at the alter and our house on the Vineyard and dogs and just everything, with you. I want to do everything with you for the rest of my life.”

Rafe eyes become misty and he just nods. “It’s me and you, Y/N. It always has been, I just- wow- you’ve got some nerve running away from your own wedding.” He places a harsh kiss on your forehead and settles you down on the ground but never letting go of your back.

“Are you complaining?” He shakes his head viscerally.“Fuck, no.”

He grabs your face and puts his lips against yours, smiling through the intense kiss you both can’t help but giggle into each other. Pulling away, you both just stare into each other’s eyes, nothing but immense adoration and love.

“How did everyone take it?” He asked still beaming.

You start laughing, throwing your head back “Oh my god, you should’ve seen their faces.” You begin to recount the reactions of Tommy, your mother and his father which makes Rafe smugly hum in approval.

“As much as I wish I could’ve seen that, this is..” You look at him in anticipation.

“This is everything I was hoping would happen.” You laugh at his wishful thinking of this whole wedding becoming a disaster.

“I just couldn’t do it, Rafe. This is my place, right here with you and I’m sorry I didn’t realize it sooner.” Rafe nods and places another kiss to your head.

“You’re here now, with me, and that’s all that matters. I’m not letting you go anytime soon.” You smile and lean in to give him another kiss.

Rafe hums and pulls away. “Now, as much as I enjoy seeing you in a wedding dress, let’s get you into something more comfortable, my bed, maybe?” You laugh and take his hand, guiding him up the front steps of Tannyhill.

“How about you pour us two glasses of celebratory wine and I’ll pull up my “dream home” Pinterest board, just so we can start to brainstorm or something” you shrug coyly, fearing your enthusiasm and excitement got the best of you.

Rafe brings your intertwined hands up to his mouth and places a kiss on your knuckles. “You and your beautiful mind. That sounds perfect to me, sweetheart.”

You enter the doors together, shutting the rest of the world out, just you and him. No way either of you are gonna screw up knowing what’s at stake. Years of labor, locks and ceilings all mean nothing when you look at him, the man of your dreams now escorting you into his room with nothing but you on his mind, even back then, even now and forever.

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“Now, pretty baby, I’m running back home to you. Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to”

Secret smoking: imagine w/jj maybank x reader (fem)

You and the rest of the pogues were around the campfire that was skilfully produced by jj and John b (jj provided the lighter). You and JJ had been taking secret glances at each other throughout the night, enjoying everyone’s company but at the same time desperate for some time together.

You and JJ had always been close friends and lately the lines between friends and more than friends had been blurring: The secret glances; JJ’s teasing winks alongside a smirk; and physical contact has been becoming more common between you two. Obviously, the rest of the pogues noticed the dynamic change between you two and have attempted to get you two to talk to them about it but failed miserably.

JJ moves to sit next to you and speaks hushed so no one else hears over their own conversation, “ you wanna go on a walk? I have a blunt.” When you agree with your response of “stupid question j”, he does his signature smirk and pats your knee. You both get up and get hit with confused yet amused looks from the rest of the pogues but ignore them.

Once you both had walked away from your friends, JJ pulls out the blunt from his well loved jean pocket and a lighter. JJ puts the joint in between his pink lips that you’ve stared at many times before and hands you the lighter. He mumbles “light me up girl” you chuckle slightly and proceeded to do just as he says. He takes a drag and passes it over to you as he breathes out the addicting smoke.

You both continued to walkover to the edge of the aged planks of the pier to take a well needed seat. You both pass the blunt to each other in silence, eye contact only breaking to take in each other’s features. Neither of you don’t notice until your knees are touching that you two had gradually been moving closer to each other in every pass of the blunt.

One could consider the two of you as reasonably stoned at this point after many minutes of silent inhaling of marijuana, when suddenly the comfortable silence was broken by JJ blurting out, “you uhh… you know you’re pretty right? Like really pretty”. Your eyes widen slightly and cheeks flush slightly - only just detectable in the slight beam of the moon in the night sky.

“Yeah? Thanks JJ” I smile at him as he smiles back at me

“You know you’re not to bad yourself” you say while passing the spliff back to him and moving a small piece of his blonde hair out of his eye. JJ takes a drag and pauses before he says, “ you know everyone thinks we like each other”

“Yeah Kie and Sarah were asking me what was up with you and me” you reply. In that time you somehow had gotten closer to each other. The tension between you two was thick in the air as JJ’s hand travels up your leg to where your worn, denim shorts meet your thigh.

“What is up with you and me y/n?” He asks as he plays with the distressed threads of your shorts while still maintaining eye contact. You can’t help but notice the red hue to his baby blues.

“You’re high j” you say, not quite believing that this was happening. “So are you. Are you gonna answer my question?” He replies with a slight smirk. I exhale and admit “I don’t know. What do you think is up with us?”

JJ pauses for a while then reveals “I think I really want to kiss you right now. Looking so pretty with my blunt in between your perfect fucking lips.” You swear right then and there you stopped breathing, after a long pause of surprise you reply “great minds think alike” and the small distance between the two of you closed in an instance. Your hands found his chest as his one free hand found your throat while your lips moved against his in perfect harmony. The kiss becomes increasingly more heated as the both of you become increasingly more needy for each other.

Suddenly, You could hear footsteps and pulled away quickly to see Kiara standing at the base of the pier, mouth agape.

“Shit” JJ and you say in unison

“Guys you won’t believe what I’ve just seen!”

Hey guys this is my first imagine so sorry if it’s not that good I’ve never been good at creative writing but I’m gonna try 🩷 pls interact thank youu

Also requests are open and let me know if you want an alternate ending cuz I panicked ngl cuz I’ve never written smut but I’m down to try

OMG YES! just let him use it, and we could’ve gotten straight to the point😭.

Let's be real.

🌊 waves .

a/n : I fuckin hate this so part 2 is cancelled unless yall want me to post what I’ve already written, or I can give it to you

you’ve never really liked Kiara too much,- you hardly even liked her at all. after all, she always makes you jealous because she flirts with your best friend and crush, JJ.

you wouldn’t hate someone just for flirting with jj if you knew they were good for him, but you knew Kiara would break his heart just how she did to john b and pope.

one summer afternoon there was a party at the boneyard, of course all 6 of you had to go. It’s free drinks after all, and you guys had nothing better to do.

when you arrived at the party you decided to split up from the others and try to make some new friends, but later on you saw kie and jj laughing a bunch and kie’s head was resting on jj’s shoulder.

you walked over to them in a jealous rage and asked innocently “hey kie, can I talk to you?” she replied “what?” as she started following your footsteps

You walked over to the beach and all you could hear was the waves crashing together. “well, what do you need?”

you sighed and crossed your arms “what’s up with you and jj?” she raised an eyebrow “nothing? i don’t know what the fuck your talking about” “oh really? I see the way you flirt with him.” she whispers under her breath “jealous bitch.” your jaw drops. “what the fuck did you just say?” you ask “I said you’re a jealous bitch.”

JJ has been watching you guys, he’s curious after all. he see’s you and kie practically screaming at each other and decides to step in

“what the fuck is going on?” he steps in between you two. “She’s being a stuck up bitch.” You scoff “she’s just jealous of me jayj.” kiara says

JJ looks at you a little shocked. “can you fucking not? this is the one thing I have y/n. the one thing. don’t ruin this for me because you’re jealous.” he says as he grabs Kiara’s hand and starts walking away leaving you sobbing. how could he? he chose Kiara over you.

Princess Pt. 1

Rafe x Liv(Reader or you can just do Y/n)

Warnings-Language,Drugs,Drinking,Violence,

Sexual Content, Time skips(not major just by a few hours or like a few days), Mention of Abuse.

Reader has Phonophobia (Fear of Loud noises. It can be caused by genetics or Trauma. In readers case it is caused by Trauma)

~

I stare at my mom in disbelief. Like she had grown to heads. She’s fucking crazy.

“L-Liv I didn’t mean to-“ She chokes out like she’s about to cry. What the hell was she crying for.

My cheek stung like a bitch and I knew I was going to have a red mark there in a couple minutes.

I had never thought my mom would be one to hit me. Or physically Harm me.

It wasn’t the first or second time she’s hit me. She’s done it a few times but ever time she apologized and I’ve forgiven her every time.

But this was my last straw.

My mom came home drunk again. She never used to drink before my dad died which was last year.

She had turned to drinking for an escape. A way to grieve my father’s death.

I’m not sure what she was grieving for though.

My dad was a devil. I never liked him in fact I hated him. For me Him dying was an escape.

But I guess my mom didn’t think the same.

After he died she cried a lot and Complained how she loved him even if he did Abuse her, and Cheated on her.

That’s what I hated about him.

For all the things he’s put use through since I was born. For dying and making my mom just like him.

A drunk and now someone who hits there child.

I’m snapped out of my thoughts when my mom touches my cheek she’s just slapped.

I shove her hand away. Tears run down her cheek, Her footsteps follow behind mine as she follows me.

“Sweetheart please you know I didn’t mean to.” She speaks again and I almost want to hit her myself but I just slam my door open to my room.

I grab a duffel bag from under my bed then go over to my closet opening it.

I start to shove Shirts, Pants, and Underwear into it. Trying to fit as much as I can for at least a week or two because I wasn’t staying here.

“W-what are you doing?” She says quietly.

“I’m leaving.” I tell her as I zip up my bag and throw it on my bed and shove my feet into my dirty shoes.

I grab my phone and charger and through my bag over my shoulder.

I make a move to leave my room but my mom jumps in front of me.

“Where are you going? You can’t leave!” She crooks out.

I grimace at the snot and tears running over and into her mouth as she speaks.

“Why the hell not?” I ask her.

She just stares at me and her mouth hangs open like she wants to say something but nothing comes out.

I just laugh humorously and try to push past her.

I guess she really doesn’t want me to leave because she shoves me hard and I trip over my rug and fall onto my ass.

I gasp out in surprise and disappointment.

“I-I didn’t-” She says reaching for me.

“This is the reason why I’m leaving” I tell her my tone filled with anger as I shove her hands away once again and stand up.

“You’re just like him mom.” I start and her breath hitches in her throat as I glare at her.

“Ever since dad died you went into a spiral. Coming home drunk like you are now. Hitting me?” It’s more like a statement than a question.

“I’ve apologized” she tries to reason with me.

“And I’ve forgiven you! Every fucking time mom!” I say yelling at her. She staggers back like I’ve just hit her.

I wish I had.

“And every time I think you’re sorry you turn around and do it again! Every time I tell you to stop drinking you come home drunk again!”

She doesn’t say anything and I just scoff and pass her this time without any protest.

Before I exit my room I turn back to her.

“Get your shit together mom.”

That’s the last thing I said to her before I left the house.

~

I don’t know how long I’ve walking around the cut. But it’s now 12am.

I have no where to go. I don’t want to bother any of my friends because they’re probably all sleep.

I check my phone battery.

Shit. It’s almost dead and I have no clue where the hell I am.

I shiver and my teeth clatter as a breeze ruffles through my hair and over my bare legs.

I should have put sweat pants on before I left but I was too mad to have thought about whether or not to change out of my shorts.

I shove my phone into my back pocket as I continue to walk down the street.

I wrap my arms around myself in effort to seek warmth but it doesn’t help.

It shouldn’t be this cold at the beginning of summer.

I jump when tires screech behind me and a blinding light shines down on my back.

I turn to see a black truck coming my way and I almost turn to wait for them to reach me but I turn back around and continue to walk.

They could be a murder and with that thought in my head I pick up my pace.

It’s not like it’s going to do anything to a fast approaching car but it gives me closure.

I freeze when the car comes to a stop beside me but I ignore it and continue to walk until my name is called.

“Liv?” A deep voice says from the car. I freeze and turn around.

“Rafe?” I say back dumbfounded. The passenger window to his truck is let down.

I look at him but I can’t get a good view because of how dark it is. The streetlights doing little to nothing.

His headlights give me a little light so I can see his face clearly.

“Why are you on the cut?”

“Why are you walking by yourself in the middle of the night?” He ignores my question.

“Nothing” I turn and start to walk again.

Out of all people god sends it has to be Rafe Cameron? Why couldn’t it be his sister?

I expect him to take the hint and drive away but he sets a slow pace beside me as I walk.

“So you’re just going to ignore my question?” He says.

I ignore him again.

“Pogue? I’m not talking to myself, am I?”

I stop and his car jerks forward as he steps on the brakes.

“Don’t call me that.” I snap at him.

“Is that not what you are?” He smirks at me and I almost want to march up to his car and slap it off his face.

I just shake my head and scoff.

“Am I wrong? You live in that same dirty one story house. Even though your mom probably has enough money to buy a better house from your dead dad” he say’s.

My breath Catches in my throat at the mention of my dad.

“But even if she did it wouldn’t make you and your mother more than dirty Pogues.”

His words sting but I don’t let it show on my face.

“Fuck you.” Is all I say before continuing to walk.

This is why I hated him. He was an arrogant asshole who didn’t know how to treat anyone.

Especially if he thought you were less than him.

“Get in the car Liv.” He tells me not ask his voice more deeper than before.

I flip him off not even looking at him.

I can hear him chuckle a little. I almost let out a scream when he jerks the car and stops it in front of me.

I’m directly in front of the passenger seats door now. And I have a clear view of his annoyingly handsome face.

I glare at him.

“You could have hit me!”

“But I didn’t. So get in the car.”

I cross my arms over my chest narrowing my eyes at him.

“Why? I wouldn’t think you would want a-what do you call it- ‘dirty Pogue’ like me in your Precious car you got with daddy’s money.” I make air quotes with my fingers.

His face hardens.

“My mom and sister will kill me if they found out I just left you on the side of street this late at night.” He says through gritted teeth.

“Oh and would that be so bad? It sounds like a dream to me” i jump when he hits his fist on his steering wheel. I squeeze my eyes shut before opening them again.

Breathe Liv Breathe.

“Just get in the goddamn car Liv.” He raises his tone and I flinch.

“I was only joking.” I say quietly before opening his car door and getting in.

I put my duffel bag at my feet and buckle up before closing the door.

“Happy?” He stares at me for a moment longer before straightening his car out on the road and driving.

“Where were you going?” His fingers tap against the wheel and my gaze darts over to the movement.

“I don’t know.”

He sighs.

“I’m taking you home” he says getting ready to reverse.

“Wait!-“ I grab his forearm that’s resting the the console in between us.

His eyes shoot down to to where my fingers grip his arm something flickering over his face before it leaves and I quickly snatch my hand away.

I clear my throat.

“Um- Can you please just drive. Please don’t take me home.” I tell him fiddling with my fingers.

“Does it have something to do with that bruise on your face?” He ask me.

My face Flushes with heat. I should have covered it up before I left.

Ignoring his question I text the group chat with John b, Pope, Kiara, JJ, and Sarah.

Me:[Can I please stay with one of you tonight?]

Kiara: [Cant tonight my parents have me on lock down]

John b: [DCS just raided my house today. Staying at Sarah’s]

JJ: [I’m not home and You definitely don’t want to be around Luke]

John b: [Hey it’s Sarah. Liv you can stay at mine. You can stay in the guest room]

I let out a relieved sigh. I cover my cheek up with my hair as best as I can.

“Sarah says I can stay with you guys. Just go to your house.”

He looks like he wants to say something but thinks better of it.

He puts the car in drive and heads to his house.

For the whole ride we sit in silence the only thing you can hear is the roar of the engine and our breathing.

To be continued

Since OBX Season for is releasing in a few days I decided why not make a Rafe Fanfic?

(Please give feedback! This is my first book so please don’t hate! This will be a series!)

This picture right here I’m unwell

i want to be a jiara and fexi stan so badly but my jealousy gets in the way too much.

When you wanna watch OBX 3 but your exams are coming up<<<<<<

OH MY GAWD I JUST FINISHED OBX AAAAAHHHHHHHEJDIEBDHSUEHDBBDDJIDBECDHDYSJDB

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I'm feeling salty today so let's reblog this 🧂

Honestly, as a person who raged over the most non-canon ships out there (Zutara to say one) to become canon, I prefer the authors of the show going actively against the fandom will and doing what they intended to do, rather than... whatever jiara was.

idk if this is a hot take but kiara’s characterisation absolutely sucks ass. i don’t know a teenage girl who acts like kiara does (especially in s1) and gets away with it. and definitely not in a healthy friend group like hers. there’s just no fucking way.

and you’re telling me she gets with jj?? they’re endgame??? the guy who would literally die for his friends just gets with the girl who 1. severely resisted one of his best friends 2. hated on said best friends gf 3. used and dumped his other best friend??? jj?????

i cannot even. i will never forgive jiara shippers for taking away the possibility of lesbian kiara or literally any other story line

yeah i get what you mean. I dislike kiara’s character too but especially in season 3 where she like “jayj jayj?!” all the time and like she all of the sudden loves jj like what the fuck dude what about pope??!

I will also never forgive jiara shippers who claimed they had chemistry and made the writers make jiara happen. like WHY fan service something so terrible?!

I agree with you 100%. Thanks for sharing your thoughts!

One love story that is NOT better than Twilight ☕

NO CUZ STOP

the fact that 2k word long jj maybank x reader fanfictions have better and well-paced chemistry than jiara in the span of three seasons is killing me.

The fact that he still thinks she is a kook always blows my mind, like that tells you everything you need to know.

why are you so against jiara what did they ever do to you

I’m sorry!! I just think JJ and Kiara have like zero chemistry and are better off as friends. Why can’t JJ have friends that are girls? Kiara lead on Pope and then got with his best friend??!

I think Kiara expects JJ to change who he is and he’s not the kinda of guy she wants him to be.

1. I don’t think Kiara deserves JJ

2. JJ tells Kiara “it’s not gonna work” and Kiara still tries to make it work

3. I think JJ would benefit from someone who isn’t so annoying

4. Kiara has gotten with every male pogue so far what makes you think she’s not gonna move right along away from JJ

5. JJ is reckless and Kiara wants to be calm cool and collected

6. Kiara’s parents already hate JJ

7. JJ thinks Kiara’s a kook

8. They are the least compatible people ever to exist

9. Kiara doesn’t care about her friends feelings and only cares about herself

10. JJ deserves someone who will love him unconditionally and accept him for who he is as well as be there for him through it all

I truly believe they are the worst thing the writers could of done.

Sometimes they create the *best* male characters, giving them a solid backstory, the right sprinkle of trauma that they need to overcome in the main arch, a well-rounded personality... just to pair them with the most random main chick that was never really THERE for them, does not understand their full depth, is actually pretty basic as a character, but is hot.

Some characters are supposed to stay single, even if you can clearly tell that they need someone by their side, because better to have no one than the wrong one.

the build up of jiara was literally so bad and i don’t want to even imagine what they are like in an actual relationship

Haven't watched s3 for these exact reasons

missing season one when the only couple in the friend group were john b and sarah, like why did they have to ruin the characters' dynamics by pairing together every single character?? as if in order to have a "happy ending" you have to be with someone or else you'll be miserable

and don't even get me started on jiara, those two have the biggest siblings energy and they just end up together because of the annoying fans who harassed madison and rudy and pushed the jiara agenda ughh they had zero chemistry and it felt so forced that it physically hurt me to watch their interactions, every scene was just so so bland and boring and yet people love them? kiara lierally said "i love you dude" and jj was like "thanks, great" lmaoo what are we talking about?

the fact that even rafe and barry have more chemistry than them and with way less scenes together says a lot tbh

also i really hate the fact that the writers had kie be with every boy!! she's her own person and they did her dirty with all this stupid relationship business, just leave them friends for god's sake it's not that hard