#female surfer

[thedeadathlete]

[nikkilalatablog]

[newwavesylviaplath]

you call me lavender, you call me sunshine.

[amandabbbbb]

summary: stalker!rafe who saves pogue surfer!reader from the obx storm!

tw: stalker!rafe, dark!rafe but that’s just him tho, a storm, idk anything about boats or surfing

word count: 564

you were used to big waves. surfing is your life. you are no professional but you thought you could handle the obxs storms waves but turns out the roughness of the salt water was too much for you.

“hey hey it’s not safe out there come here i can help you get home,” a tall man yelled from his yacht, reaching out a hand for you. you felt stupid being out in a storm. when you lost the pogues and got pushed out to sea you knew your idea had become deadly so the strangers help might save you.

“here lemme help you. you are way too delicate to be out here in these tough waves, pretty girl,” rafe smirked, pulling you out of the water.

“i’m fine but i guess i’m used to smaller waves,” you said with an insecure giggle. “i’m y/n. um i live on the cut. you said you could get me home?” you said with a nervous smile, never meeting this handsome man before.

“why don’t you stay a while y/n? i got fresh clothes that you can wear and beer and snacks if you’re hungry. seriously whatever you want. i’m rafe.”

rafe was so excited to be around you. he’d been watching you surf from his yacht for months. staring at your body from a far wasn’t doing it for him anymore so when you took off your wetsuit rafe audibly moaned, standing up fast and coughing staring at your body in the pink bikini he only saw from a far distance.

“thanks, rafe but i need to get home. you’re really sweet but my friends will be worried since i got pulled into sea by the waves.” rafe made a fast excuse looking out on the horizon.

“i don’t think my boat will make it to shore. it’s just pouring now and it uh l-looks real bad. we um should probably just stay out here for the night.”

“are you sure because i think a yacht this huge can handle a storm like this.” you laughed staring at him confused.

“you think you know yachts y/n? you’re a pogue, stick to your surfboard,” rafe said laughing. you didn’t like his obnoxious joke but brushed it off.

“ya whatever, i’m a pogue. so what? can i get some clothes? i’m about to turn into a ice cube.” you rolled your eyes while walking down to the cabin exploring the living space of the boat. it was a scene straight out of a frat house nightmare, old beer cans and porn magazines.

amongst the clutter, a picture caught your eye: a girl in a pink bikini, surfing on a vibrant wave, laid provocatively on his bed. you reached out to inspect it, but he snatched it away before you could get a closer look “umm so you live here, rafe?”

“does it matter?” rafe frowned as you put on his old shirt and sarah’s sweatpants over your bikini, you asked “no but um where am i gonna sleep stranger? you know this is a major stranger danger situation right now.” you laughed, pointing at the both of you.

he smirked at your bubbly personality that he’d seen from afar as he would watch you at kook and pogue bonfire parties.

“next to me,” rafe said, watching your every movement. “no, that’d be weird. i don’t even know you. i’ll sleep on the couch, it’s no big deal,” you said so casually. mad at your rejection, rafe stood up, hovering over you.

“just seriously y/n. you can trust me ok? just stay in the bed with me, it’s cold out,” rafe said with intensity. as you noticed his blue eyes getting darker and his body getting closer, he gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. “you know,” he whispered, his voice sending ripples of unease through you, “you always fidget with your necklace when you’re nervous, your fingers trace its outline when you’re anxious.”

your heart skipped a beat. how did he know about that? it was like he could read your mind. feeling exposed, you backed away. his gaze locked into yours, making you feel vulnerable and like he had uncovered parts of you that were meant to stay hidden. you noticed the storm seemed to be calming down since rafe pulled you up on the cameron’s yacht. a perfect getaway.

“you know what uh i- i can handle these waves. don’t worry about me. thanks for helping me though,” you said as you bent over to pick up your wetsuit and surfboard. he grabbed your bicep forcefully pulling you up. he thought of every excuse but couldn’t manage to create one.

“no, no you can’t leave ok.” rafe stated, grabbing you by the wrist firmly. “yo dude, don’t fucking touch me. i don’t even know you.” as you scoff at him, you look deep into his blue eyes and recognize him, letting his rough hands grip onto your waist. you couldn’t put your finger on where from.

“dont fucking dude me. god you are such a pogue. y’know you do know me. i’m rafe. i’m someone you can trust y/n. imma proactive person. if i wasn’t there to help you get out of those waves who knows what could’ve happened to you. i protect you. i’ve been protecting you for months for fucks sake and you don’t appreciate me.”

a/n: idk maybe a part 2 is needed??? send me ur thots!

[zvdvdlvr]

With care and precision, you eargerly pressed a dot of yellow at the center of the sun. You pulled away, nervously examining the canvas you had been working on for the past week and a half. The painting was a landscape of the setting sun at the beach. A flock of birds were flying into the sunset near the left and there were some baby turtles fighting their way to the ocean.

You released the breath you didn’t know you’d been holding.

“Hey you!” Your boyfriend greeted, dumping is surfboard to the side and moving to embrace you. Chuckling, you opened your arms and let James pick you up and spin you around. The saltwater soaking your swimsuit and the feeling of gritty sand in his hair didn’t bother you one bit. “Missed you, my little artist,” he murmured, hugging you a little tighter.

Gasping for breath, you tried to push your boyfriend away. “I was watching you right here the whole time, Jamie!”

James just shrugged and looked over at the canvas. A bright smile slowly lit up his face. “This looks so good! Y/n this seriously is amazing, baby,” he praised, a wet arm securing into your waist as he stood and examined the portrait just as you had previously done.

But you weren’t looking at the canvas when you agreed saying “Yeah, this is amazing.” You were staring at him: mussed wet hair, bright eyes, wide smile, and dimpled cheeks.

[athleticperfection1]

Surfer girls make me weak

[ello-sims]

She's everything. He's just Ken...

TweedJacket replaced with @moyokeansimblr Madlen’s Perla Outfit

Surfer (AM) replaced with @verisimmy Male Romper

The minute I saw the romper, I felt it had a certain Kenergy... Lol

Enjoy everyone and Happy New Year!

TweedJacket | Surfer

[annm4rie]

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

[ssksscrapboard]

Been in a tropical mood thanks to Shy Guy Surfing and Goomba Lagoon from Super Mario Party Jamboree!

Here are Iolana and Leimomi

[skinskisurf]

[athletictaipan]

[cruisingthroughlife]

[jjmaybankssurfergf]

Got my OC😁

Her name is Bailee Freeman, her birthday is on August, 10 and she was born in Key west, Florida. Her mother died when she was 2 and that left her father to look after and raise her. She moved to the Outer Banks when she was 12, there she met JJ Maybank and John b through school. Later on as she got older the Pouges friend group had formed and everything was perfect. Until her dad found another Woman, Melissa. Bailee didn’t like her at all, she was also a kook, and had two snobby daughters. Kendra and Miley, they were both brats and treated Bailee like shit a lot of the time but put a fact act for their parents. Bailee, started having feelings for JJ when she hit age 14, after that she had googlie eyes for him all the time. She told Kie about it and they talked and gossiped about her crushing on JJ. She thought it was all perfect until Kendra started flirting and talking to jj more and that eventually led them to getting in a relationship. It left Bailee heartbroken, one her best friend and biggest crush wasn’t hers and two her hated stepsister stole him from her.

I hope you guys love the little summary I came up with!!! I’ll be updating when I’ll start writing the series! PLEASE DO NOT COPYRIGHT MY CHARACTER OR WORK PLEASE!!!!

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@pope4life @jjsgirly @hotestdudeintheobx

[newwavesylviaplath]

norman fucking rockwell! is undeniably one of the most beautiful albums of our time <3 i could go on and on about how this album has impacted my life but i'll spare you all. happy fifth birthday nfr!!!!

[nostalgc]

AnnaSophia Robb in Soul Surfer, 2011.

[athleticperfection1]

Surfer girls run the world