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paring(s): Rafe x single!mom
summary: as the couple prepared for the wedding, problems began to arise between them, shedding light on a bigger problem. (Part five in the WILLOW SERIES)
warning: single parent, slight mention of shitty family
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You and JJ had been together for six months. You were so sickenly in love with each other and already had plans for a big and bright future. Up until this point you had been living in a bubble, the stupid honeymoon phase. Things couldn’t stay perfect forever no matter how much you saw the stars in his ocean blue eyes.
The first time
JJ had found himself at your door after a fight at a party earlier in the evening. You guys had bickered and argued many times before but this….this was your first huge fight. He chased you to your house almost immediately, instantly regretting his behavior. When he knocked on your door you ran to greet him with tears in your eyes.
“Baby, I’m so sorry. Please come here.” He grabbed you gently, pulling you in for a hug. You melted into him. Being in his arms always felt so safe to you. He grabbed your face so you were looking up at him and he wiped away your tears. You suddenly forgot why you were so upset in the first place. All that mattered to you was that he was standing in front of you apologizing and being the sweetest he could be.
The next time
A couple of months have gone by and things have slowly started to get more complicated. The patience you once had for each other has started to dissipate.
“You’re being fucking ridiculous.” JJ was pacing around the kitchen in the chateau, you standing by the sink.
“How? You keep treating me like fucking shit when everyone else is around and ignoring me.” You were fighting back tears at this point. You were beyond frustrated.
“No Y/N, you’ve just been super clingy lately and won’t give me room to breathe.” He spit out. You stopped holding back the tears now.
“So I’m clingy for wanting to spend time with you? You’re unbelievable!” You were screaming at him now and didn’t care who could hear.
“I’m not dealing with your childish shit right now Y/N.” He walked out of the house, leaving you to cry alone. You sunk down to the floor burying your head in your hands. When you calmed yourself down you went into JJ’s room and packed up all of your stuff and headed home.
A few hours later…..
You had received many calls and texts when JJ had calmed down and returned to the chateau to find that you had left. You ignored them all. He really hurt your feelings by calling you clingy. You were spiraling in your own mind wondering if there were truth to his words. Were you really the one being stupid and pathetic? Or was he just turning into someone you never thought he’d be?
You had planned to ignore him for the rest of the day but he wouldn’t let that happen. You were annoyed when he showed up pounding at your door at 10 pm. You didn’t answer at first, hoping he would just go away but then he started blowing up your phone.
“What do you want J?” You answered in a cold tone.
“I want you to answer the door please baby. Let me talk to you.” He pleaded.
“I don’t want to talk to you right now.” That was only partly true.
“I’m not leaving until you open the door and talk to me Y/N.” You signed. You knew he meant it. He was a stubborn man. He would sit outside all night if he had to. You hung up the phone and headed to the front door. When you opened it and saw him standing there, you could feel yourself soften. It was seriously the worst thing in the world at times like this. You could never stay mad at him.
“I am so sorry okay. When I came back and saw that you left and took your stuff, I freaked out. I know I’ve been an asshole lately and I promise that I’ll be better.”
And that’s all he had to say really. You forgave him...again.
Countless times in between
Your one-year anniversary was ruined by JJ drinking too much and acting obnoxious. You were driving home while arguing with him in the car. At some point, he demanded you pull over so he could get out. And no matter how much you pleaded with him, he wouldn’t get back in. He walked all the way to the chateau that night. You made up the next day.
A huge blowup of a fight erupted when you caught JJ flirting with another girl at a party. You guys had really been on the rocks lately, struggling to have any good moments. You swore you were going to end it after that. But he showed up at your door crying.
He got mad at you for going to the beach with your mutual guy friends. You had been together for a year and a half. And by this point, you guys didn’t even bother apologizing anymore. You just acted like it never happened when you fought, it became a normal occurrence. All he did was make you sad. You struggled to remember why you put up with this. It started to get to the point where you would threaten to end things, but they were always empty words. You’d come right back, the same way he would…..every single time.
There were so many more times. Big and small. It almost felt like it was every day by the time you passed your two-year anniversary.
The last time
You were arguing about something stupid and it blew up into the worst fight you two had ever had. You were just tired. Tired of fighting, tired of trying. Tired of not being happy.
“I swear to god J, I’m so done with this shit.”
“Then fucking leave.” The words cut through you like a knife straight to your heart. It’s like hearing him say those words, finally made something inside yourself snap.
“If I leave right now, I’m not coming back…” You searched his face for any signs of emotion besides anger. You couldn’t find any.
“But you say that every single time don’t you?” He said mockingly.
“I promise you….this is the last time.” You had never meant something you said to him more, other than the words “I love you.” He didn’t respond to you. Just looked down at the ground. He wasn’t going to beg you to stay, no matter how much you wanted him to. You didn’t have anything to pack since you never brought your stuff back over from the last time. So all you had to do was walk past him and head out the door.
You stood there in silence for what felt like an eternity. He still wasn’t looking at you. You started heading for the door, only for him to step in front of you. He looked down at you and stared directly into your eyes. You scanned his eyes for any sign, any glimpse of the man that you fell in love with. You knew he was still in there but he was buried and you couldn’t help him come back to the surface. You could tell he didn’t know what to say and you knew if you didn’t leave now, you’d just be stuck in this endless cycle of heartbreak with him. He pushed past him and ran out the door.
A few days later
You were in a new hell after ending things with JJ. You knew he was probably sitting there waiting for you to come back. And it took everything in you not to. But things were finally starting to become clear to you. You knew you deserved better.
It was nearly midnight when you heard banging on your door. He had finally broken down and realized that you weren’t coming back after all, that you meant what you said. After a few minutes of you not answering, you could hear him start yelling through the door.
“Please Y/N, open the door. I know you’re there.” You sat down on your side of the door with tears in your eyes. You could hear in his voice that he was crying too. You fought every part of yourself from wanting to give in. After a while, you could hear him slide down his side of the door. You both sat there in silence. Knowing he was sitting there with you on the other side, gave you a sense of comfort.
You started to reminisce about the good times. How he had swept you off your feet on your first date. How he kissed you in the rain after he told you he loved you for the first time. How he said he couldn’t wait to give you his last name.
“I told you.” You said barely loud enough to travel through the wood.
“I know. I love you Y/N. I won’t hurt you anymore.” You could hear him stand up and walk down your porch. And your heart shattered….for the last time.
IS WILLOW COMING SOON?? lmao since you’ve posted you have some written i cant stop thinking about it
Yes it is. Slowly but surely. I keep writing and then deleting but I’m finally setting on something. Here’s a snippet…..
Her heart shattered just thinking about the thought of losing him, but everything was overwhelming, the fights, the engagement, and much more. Maybe it was her insecurities, but y/n had to think for her daughters sake.
"Baby." His eyes watered. "Please."
As monotone as she could, y/n looked him dead in the eye. "I'm taking a sick day." With that she walked out, barely holding it together.
HELLO!!!! so little life update. I’ve had surgery and medical stuff going on. I’ve had a shit ton dropped on my mental but have been going to therapy. Finished a semester of college. And got into a relationship. Journey has been crazy but I’m making my way back!!!
Summary: Rafe had made a bet with Topper that he could get you to fall inlove with him.
The memories with Rafe ran through your head, you were in love with him. He was playing a twisted game with you, Topper had made a bet that Rafe could make you fall in love with him. Through the weeks it went on, you fell in love with him but it was all a game to him. A sick twisted game. You sat on the steps of the chateau sobbing as the rain pelted down onto your clothes. Your hair clung to your face. Screaming out into the abyss outside, tears ran down your cheeks blending in with the rain. How could someone be so heartless? Shit he made it seem so real. You brought your knees up to your chin reminiscing on the events that happened the previous night.
Down by thre bonfire you sat next to Rafe while his arm was around you. A drunken Topper walked over to the two of you and stood in your view. “Has he told you yet?” Toppers' words were slurred. You looked over at Rafe who had his teeth clenched together. “Dont.” Rafe says looking up at his drunk friend. “Tell me what?” Your eyes flicked from Rafe over to Topper. Your stomach dropped seeing the expression on Rafes face. “What the hell is going on?” Your body tensed up. “That this was just a fucking game y/n.” Topper snickered.
How could this be a game? All the moments you two had shared. All of the kisses you shared, the sex, everything he said was fake. Sitting on the steps your mind went to the good parts of what had happened between the two of you. How could someone fake the three most important words someone holds close to their heart? It pained you.
“Stop it!’ You laughed, throwing the sheet over your body hiding from Rafe. He was trying to tickle your stomach, he knew it drove you crazy. “Cmere!” He laughed, pulling you into a soft kiss. His lips moved with yours in a synchronized movement. You wrapped your arms around his neck moving in closer to him. His hand tangled up into your hair as he feverishly kissed you. You broke the kiss and started giggling.
Every fucking memory you couldn’t shake from your head.
“Get in, baby.” Rafe smiled, helping you into the bath. He had run you a bath filled with rose petals and bubbles. Climbing in you sunk into the tub dunking your head under. He followed behind you getting in. You sat between his legs as he played with your hair. “You're beautiful y’know?” He moved into your neck placing a soft kiss.
His soft touch lingered across your mind.
You laid in Rafes arms looking through the pictures of the two of you giggling at the one of the two of you making silly faces. “You're so cute.” You giggled showing him the picture. He wrapped his arm around your neck leaning over you to kiss you.
How could these moments be fake? They felt so real and genuine, he made your heart flutter. You let him take your virginity.
“Are you sure baby?” Rafe asks as he gently kissed your neck. “Yes I’m sure.” You smiled pressing a kiss to his lips. The pads of his fingers danced along the stitching of your thing. He gently pulled them down revealing you. He pushed your legs open and removed his boxers. He was so gentle with you. Gently he pushed into you letting you adjust to him. Soon after he picked up a rhythm you both were comfortable with.
Anxiety filled your body, you felt a knot building in your stomach. You felt sick, you could vomit in the moment.
“Rafe, what is he talking about?” You tensed up, your eyebrows furrowed looking over at Rafe. “Don't listen to him y/n. Please.” He says with tears welling in the corner of his eyes. “What the fuck rafe.” You got flustered to the point where you couldn't conjure up any words to speak. Your breath started to become shaky, your throat began to close. Tears were pricking at your eyes. “Aint so perfect now huh Rafe?” Topper raised his eyebrows. “Tell me it's not true Rafe.” You had never imagined this happening to you. Maybe what you had with Rafe was too perfect. “I'm so sorry.” He says reaching for your hand. “Don't touch me.” You pushed his hand away and got up from his grip.
“Let me explain!” “Please!’ Rafe called out after you as you ran off. His voice was strained, he tried to hold back the tears. His face was now tear covered. Walking away you swung your head back to get one last look at Rafe who was screaming at Topper. Your mind got fuzzy, panicking you made your way back to the chateau not looking for anyone to bring you home. Walking down the dimly lit road all you could think about was how every moment and laugh you shared was fake.
Arriving back to the chateau you saw JJ standing in the kitchen. Instantly you ran up to him hugging him tightly and began sobbing into him. “Hey what's going on?” JJ Hugged you tightly. His voice was a calming sensation for you. He always took care of you through every crush and heartbreak. “It was fake.” You sobbed harder leaving small tear stains on his shirt. “Does John B Know?” JJ says softly. “No.” You sniffled. JJ walked you into your room and sat you down. You were an emotional mess, you could barely catch your breath. He helped you change into some other clothes and tucked you into bed. “I'll be right out there if you need me.” He gave you an apologatic smile. He walked out of your room, closing the door behind him.
Coming from your thoughts you felt overwhelmed. Rain was pooling around you. “Hey are you ok?” Your brother's voice came from behind you. “No.” You say, picking your head up slightly. He walked next to you and sat down beside you. He pulled you into his chest comforting you, gently caressing your head. “It's gonna be okay. You have all of us to help you.” He coaxed. “I can’t believe it was all fucking fake.” Your jaw clenched over thinking about it. “I think I need to go and see him.” You say as you brushed the hair out of your face. “I don't think that's a good idea y/n. Not yet at least.” John B says. “Let's go in.” John B stood up, extending his hand out towards you. You nodded and took his hand. He brought you back into the chateau, seeing your friends instantly brought a half smile to your face.
You sat on the couch zoning out into your thoughts as the chatter became distant to you. “I need to go.” You quickly shot up from the couch. You searched around for the keys to the van. Once you found them you started out, everyone followed you out. Not looking back you hopped into the twinkie and took off towards figure 8.
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Author's note: just something random and cute I thought of
Pairings: JJ Maybank x reader
Summary: Y/N starts her period and for some reason, JJ is more upset about it than she is
Word count: 600
Warnings: PURE FLUFF, talks of pregnancy, just cute shit
I laid in bed in complete agony waiting for JJ to get home from work. I had started my period that morning and I could swear I had the worst case of cramps I had ever had in my life. I perked up when I heard his dirt bike pull up outside.
"Baby, I'm home. Where are you?" He said as he entered the house.
"Back here." I called from the bedroom. I heard him drop all his stuff in the kitchen and start heading toward me.
"A lazy day huh?" He teased as he walked into the room, immediately stripping himself of his work clothes.
"I'm in pain babe, please come cuddle." I begged as I sat up in bed. He put some sweatpants on and sat down next to me.
"What's going on sweetheart? Headache? Tummy ache?” He leaned over and kissed me sweetly awaiting my response.
“It’s my time of the month.” I pouted as I looked up at him. I couldn’t comprehend the look that spread across his face. He looked like someone had run over his dog. “J.” I placed my hand on his knee and he looked back over at me.
“Are you um…are you sure?” I wanted to laugh. It seemed like a ridiculous question.
“What do you mean? Yes J, I’m sure I started my period.” Again, there was that look. He was upset. “What’s wrong with you babe?” He sat there in silence looking down at his feet for a few moments before answering me.
“It’s just that…well…remember when we slipped up after that party a few weeks ago?” I nodded, still not sure where he was going with this. “I guess I was just kind of hoping…you might be pregnant.” I was taken aback hard by his words. I wasn’t even sure what to say. We were only 22 years old. I didn’t know he wanted kids right now. I thought back to that night when we came home drunk. We couldn’t get each other’s clothes off fast enough.
“JJ.”
“I know we are kind of young and you’re trying to finish school but would it really be the worst thing in the world?”
“Well no but.”
“I want like five of them. So we should start as soon as possible.” I couldn’t help but giggle at him and a smile finally crossed his face. I took his hand in mine and scooted closer to him.
“I’ve got one more year of college left. Let me finish then we can make a plan for all these gremlins you want me to push out for you.”
“Do we have to wait?” He pouted as he ran his fingertips up and down my thigh. I playfully smacked his hand away and he pounced on top of me. His fingertips went under my shirt to tickle my ribcage and I squealed as I tried to fight him off.
“Babe..stop.” I begged as I laughed. Tears were starting to well in my eyes when he finally let up and pulled his hands away from me.
“I’m sorry.” He chuckled as he leaned down to kiss my forehead. “But really? Do we have to wait a whole year?” I sighed heavily as I thought hard about the idea. I’ve always wanted to have his children. Since we were 17. I wanted nothing more than to hear tiny feet running around this house.
“Can we compromise on six months?” His eyes lit up like he was a small child on Christmas morning. He finally situated himself under the covers with me and pulled me into his chest.
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summary: the pogues make a grave mistake breaking apart rafe and y/n and try to fix it
notes: happy easter ( or just ur regular old sunday ) ma bbys! here is a terrible lil fic i wrote a couple months ago then forgot abt it so here we are.
warnings: angsty as hell, sad bby rafe and the pogues being jerks :/
THE pogues had make a mistake, a very big mistake breaking apart two people that were perfect for each other.
