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writing is so funny because i could write nonstop for 9hrs and then hit a block where im like "how do i transition between this moment and the next?" and then i just dont touch it for 6 months

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y’all ever read a fanfic that you cannot believe an author just wrote for free?? what an honor it is to read a piece of someone’s soul they shared out of nothing but love for a piece of media. what a privilege it is to be allowed their talent because you share an interest!!

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Bug!reader x Rafe

Bug!reader who.. Met Rafe when he came into her cafe one day after she had bought the property from Cameron Development. As soon as he laid eyes on her he was immediately intrigued, and soon became one of her regulars. She now has his usual committed to memory. (Black coffee and a cinnamon roll that she recommended to him - he would never order one on his own.)

Bug!reader who.. Grew up the youngest and the only girl of 3 successful older brothers, always being babied and told she couldn’t do as much as them, and always having to live up to them. So when Rafe tells her to quit her job and let him take care of her she refuses without proper reason, and they argue. It takes Bug!reader a few days to properly open up to Rafe about it, and he understands, but still hates that he’s not fully taking care of her. He makes up for it by never letting her pay for anything.

Bug!reader who.. Built her cafe with her own two hands and a dream. Sure, she bought the property from Cameron Development, but she worked for years to be able to afford it, and then she thrifted and DIYed everything she could to make it her dream place. It’s her little slice of heaven and she couldn’t be prouder of it.

Bug!reader who.. Refuses to see Rafe for what he pretends to be: sharp, cold, mean, indifferent. She knows there’s something more in him to be investigated, that he’s more than what he lets on, and much more than what the OBX has to say about him. She’s determined to see it, and eventually he lets her.

༄ a/n - I will be adding to this eventually!

Works:

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ok so i should be posting my bug!reader moodboard tonight and then working on a oneshot for something 😼

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“JJ’S COMING BACK!!” I scream as they drag me to the white room

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my summer (if i get past these damn exams 😾)

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Rafe x Routledge!reader

Routledge!reader, who… doesn’t need anyone but herself, or that’s what she says anyway, working two and a half jobs to make sure her and her brother can live and eat. She used to be a daydreamer, until their father got so sucked into his treasure hunting that she had to snap out of it, and is now known as the one no one can keep up with.

Routledge!reader, who… argues with her brother more often than not, and even if she hates to admit it, it’s because they’re exactly like each other. She worries about him more than anything, just wanting him to be safe, even when she holds a slight resentment for caring so much about finding their father who did nothing but leave them when they needed him most. She’s right there.  

Rafe and Routledge!reader, who… have known eachother since they were kids, but have always been against each other. Well, they were friends once, when they were kids. But as they both grew up, the idea of kooks vs pogues was pushed on them, and they drifted. Now, they got into witty arguments, and fights about nothing in particular. Some think they notice lingering glances and double takes, but no one would dare say anything.

Rafe, who… for someone who hates Routledge!reader, sure manages to find her a lot. If it’s at the country club where she works, or a party they’re both attending, and should basically not even see each other due to the natural kook/pogue separation. But he always finds a way. (to annoy her, of course.)

Routledge!reader, who… swears she doesn’t even remember the days she and Rafe were friends, but in secret, sits in her room and looks at old photos she hides in a small chest under her bed, a weird feeling in her heart arising as she sits wondering what could’ve been if the world wasn’t so black and white. 

Rafe and Routledge!reader, who…  find each other again at the docks after a kegger, and after some snarky remarks, they manage to put their differences aside for one night, making Routledge!reader rethink everything she thought she knew about him, and vice versa. 

Rafe, who... finds it increasingly harder to ignore and hate her after the night at the docks, finding himself trying to find her everywhere, and flirting whenever he has the chance.

Works:

Late night at the docks

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Late night at the docks

summary: you get into an argument with your brother, and when you go to clear your head, you're met with an unexpected turn of events.

pairings: Routledge!reader x Rafe Cameron

wc: 1.3k

warnings: angst, alcohol consumption, marijuana consumption, reader and rafe getting high

You don’t really know how your night came to this. 

One moment you were stood by the bonfire in the boneyard, cracking open a beer JJ had handed you, and another moment you were witnessing your younger brother fight a kook, and desperately scrambling your way through the crowd that had formed around the two boys, and attempting to grab his shoulders and pull him away. You yelled, fed up with this bullshit— He had been continuously acting out lately, and making your life ten times more difficult than it already was. He worries you.

He’s been worrying you, ever since your dad went missing. Ever since you overheard him with his friends telling them that he was still alive, and coming back. You were trying to keep 

“Dude, stop.” Your words are punctuated with fatigued grunts as you tug at his arms, being shoved down and told to stay out of it. “John B, you need to calm down.” You say from the ground, stumbling to your feet. He doesn’t spare you a look, still wrestling with the kook boy, but he did manage to bark out a “Stay out of this.” 

You give a huff and a defeated nod before turning on your heel to find somewhere to sit. You wait, sitting on an unstable, damp and sandy log until he appears at your side silently. When you turn to look at him, he’s got his hands in his lap, fidgeting restlessly, and he's beat up. “You can’t keep doing this. Topper’s a goddamn idiot but you’re better than this.” 

“What if I'm not?” 

 “John B.”

“No, no. Just stop worrying, okay? What do you care if I get into a couple of fights? Just leave me alone, you’re always on my back.” You watch as he stands up and pushes his hair back, taking a couple steps forward. You know he doesn’t mean it, but it tugs at you in a way that whispers accusations of being a bad sister in your ear. A bad daughter. 

“At Least let me help you, there’s a first aid kit back at the chateau-”

“-I don’t need your help!” His raised tone shocks you subtly, almost forcing tears to brim your eyes. Pushing whatever ugly feelings that arose down, you nod once, keeping a stoic expression. 

“Fine.” A long pause overtakes the bubble of tension that formed around the both of you, “Call me if you need me, please.” And with that, you walk away, knowing you can’t force him to want your help. If he wanted to act like that, then.. So be it.

You start to head to the only place you know that will help clear your mind from the constant buzzing, the never-ending worrying and anxiety. It only takes a few minutes, and you can still hear the beat of the music overtaking the air from the kegger, but as soon as you sit on the end of the dock and dangle your feet over the water, you feel ten times lighter. You exhale, the breath holding all the words you failed to say to your brother, swirling into the salty air along with everything else you never said and need to. You wish things weren’t so complicated, that your brother wasn’t always somewhere doing god knows what, chasing something you were sure wasn’t real, and wasting his time. You wish you didn’t have to work two and a half jobs just to keep you both barely floating at the surface. You wish that—

“Nice night. Why’re you sitting here when there's free beer over at the boneyard? Thought you pogues dig that shit.” When you turn your head, you’re met with the sight of a smug, annoying, unfairly hot kook boy, in a backwards cap, black button up shirt, and his hands in his pockets with a smirk that has ‘entitled’ written all over his face.

“If you don’t leave me alone right now, I’ll slap you for letting the stupid, self important goon you call a friend attack my brother.”

“Alright, feisty. He didn’t throw the first punch.” He slowly approaches you, smirk curling onto his face.

“Do I look like I care?” 

“Looks like you care a lot, actually, yeah.” He is insufferable. 

You let out a frustrated groan, spinning to face him as you attempt to get on your feet, “I swear to god, Cameron, if you don’t just leave me alone-”

He holds your arms still, stopping you from getting up all the way. “Chill, okay? Jesus, didn’t realise you were such a drama queen. Look, I didn’t even know you’d be here, alright? Came here to clear my thoughts.” Huh. 

You tug your arms from his grip, staring at him through squinted eyes as if you were trying to suss him out. After you decide he’s not actually doing anything wrong (yet) you turn back around and reassume your place by the water, legs dangling once again. “Didn’t realise you had the brain capacity to form thoughts.” You mumble, looking ahead at the water. You feel the boards beneath you shake slightly as Rafe sits next to you, hearing him chuckle quietly. 

A long stretch of silence falls over the two of you, but it’s surprisingly comfortable. You didn’t realise before, but your arms and legs were brushing, sitting closer than you thought you’d ever be with this boy you were sure you hated. 

“So, you come here a lot, then?” 

You take a second to think before responding. Were you really about to late-night-chat with Rafe Cameron? “Yeah. It’s my thinking spot.” 

He laughs softly, “Your thinking spot?” He meets your eyes, and gets the hint, raising his hands in defense. “Sorry, sorry. It’s the same for me.”

“You come here all the way from figure eight just to think?” 

“Yeah, yeah. It’s nice, you know? Away from.. Everything.” 

You nod,  “Yeah. I know.” You turn to look at him, only to find that he’s already looking at you, deep in thought. “Stop looking at me like that.” You watch an unusually soft smile grown within his features, “You high? Jeez.” You don’t move.

It takes him a second to answer, snapping out of his state. “I’m not. But I have some. –Weed, I mean. You want?” He was already lighting it, the glow highlighting his features in a way that fascinated you. 

“Why would I-” You sigh, looking out at the water again, glistening with the moon’s light. Why not? “Yeah, alright.”

It was weird. You hate Rafe Cameron. Or— you thought you hated Rafe Cameron. But the last 45 minutes? They’ve actually been fun. You and him talked about things you never thought you’d say out loud. You said stupid things, and instead of feeling pressured to be perfect, or correct yourself - you laughed with him like you'd been friends for years. Now, you were sat cross legged across from him, blunt finished, the remnants on the floor as you and Rafe exchange rants,

“-And he literally, literally told me i’m always on his back or something. Like I don’t work day and night just to.. To make sure he eats! To fund those stupid, meaningless trips he takes with his friends to prove stupid and meaningless stuff.. I just, it pisses me.. Off..” You lose track of your sentence, realising that he’s staring. Again. Only this time, you’re too high to act indifferent, cheeks flushing. “You even listening?”

“You’re pretty.” He breathes, “for a pogue.” 

What? “What?”

“Just an observation.”

“Was that.. Supposed to be a compliment? Or..”

“What? Yes, it was s’posed to be a compliment!”

“I look pretty-” You snort, giggling uncontrollably, “For a pogue?!”

You’re both in hysterics now, holding his arm as he leans over, losing breath, “I swear it sounded better in my head!” His words are surrounded by amused hiccups, the sound of your joy evoked by the tiniest, stupidest thing, being carried by the water for the world to hear.

Things weren’t okay. Not with you, not with your brother, not on the island and with the kooks or pogues. But here, right now? Everything was perfect. And, you have some things - opinions to reconsider.

A/N - ahhh! this is my first work, so please be nice :) but, I do hope you enjoy, I love reading everyones work in this fandom, and i'm so excited to get started!

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