#kiara writing

[unhingedkiara96]

Jiaoqiu Horny Headcanons

Guys, he has long, pink hair, cooks, heals and is Foxian, of course I'm simping already.

(Written with a gender-neutral Reader in mind)

With those closed eyes and that hand gesture? You know he's suave as fuck.

He'll whisper the dirtiest thoughts that cross his mind into your ears, all the while looking as innocent as an angel

Uses the fact he's a doctor as an excuse to examine your body

You see, he has to make sure that the whole of your body is well and healthy

All of it.

Will also use his cooking skills to seduce you

Food play? Food play.

He enjoys licking things off your body more than the other way around, but maybe you could... convince him otherwise, hmm?

Praises you. So much.

Teases you even more.

You'll go about your day as usual, and he'll caress you indecently but discreetly, with a feathery touch

Doesn't shy away from telling you how much he wants you

Even in public, barely out of earshot

Let's go into "I give 0 fucks about what canon says and if it even makes sense" territory.

He gets into ruts.

Admittedly, it doesn't happen all that often, something like once every two or three months, and it lasts only two days, which he gets as day-offs

But

It hits him hard

And he's absolutely certain it hits harder since you're together

Gets so needy, so clingy, so whiney, even when you just want to go to the bathroom

He even prepares all the meals you will need beforehand so you don't have to go to the kitchen

Yes, he'll sleep every two or three rounds, but you won't escape his embrace

If by some miracle his arms let go of you and you can leave the bed, you'll hear him calling out to you as soon as your scent has barely weakened next to his nostrils

But hey, you'll mostly be too tired to be out of bed for long. Why, you ask?

He's a doctor. He knows how to get you to orgasm.

And he will use that knowledge

Hey. Pssst. There's more on my AO3

[littlekiara96]

Hey, imagine, you're Big Bro's other half.

Usually, he doesn't come home for the night. For obvious reasons. As a marine, he's obligated to sleep at the marine's barracks, in case of emergencies and stuff.

But sometimes, he gets a day or two off the job, and he gets to come home to you. He even gets to sleep in the next morning! He'll let himself do some oversleep because you're there and he can relax. Those are special days to him, no amount of hard work will be worth the trouble if he can't even have that.

And you know he's there, and he will be there, with you, in your shared bed, because he's always home by dusk. Whenever you can, you'll meet him halfway so you can go look at the sunset, like the cutesy couple you are, holding hands as you tell one another about whatever you did while you two were apart.

But still. Every time you wake up, and he's right next to you...

You can't help yourself but get all giddy with a big, toothy grin on your face. Because it makes you so happy to have him all to you, even if just for a day or two.

So you slowly turn your body to face him, if you weren't already, and you silently look at his sleeping face. Listening to his light snores.

You don't often catch him talking in his sleep, except when you're awake and he's still deep in slumber.

Usually, it's just a whisper of your name. Sometimes, it's your nickname instead. You snicker when that happens.

And then there was this time.

When you woke up, you were already facing him, and he was holding you in his arms, still asleep, as always.

You smiled at this soft moment, completely enamoured with this guy.

He started grumbling a bit between snores. You heard an approximation of your name, too. Then another snore, one more grumble, and then-

"Marry... me... Grrm..."

He went back to soft snores.

While your heart was pounding and your cheeks burning. He was still sleeping. Your big, sweet, clumsy idiot of a marine boyfriend. Who had asked for you to marry him in his sleep. Still fast asleep.

Literally dreaming of marrying you.

How did you miraculously manage to not wake him up with a warm hug and a huge kiss? You still have no idea.

Not too long afterwards, he had barely opened his eyes that he felt your nose touching his, soon followed by your lips, and he leaned into you with a smile as you kissed.

"Good morning to you, too", he greeted you with a raspy voice.

"Do you remember what you were dreaming about?" you immediately asked with an innocent smirk.

He looked at you. He stared at the ceiling. Something seemed to come back to him.

"Did I... say something in my sleep?" he hesitantly wondered as he looked back at your hardly concealed grin.

His cheeks had gained a bit of colour.

"Maybe~"

"It wasn't something embarrassing, right?"

When you didn't answer despite your smile, he groaned as he buried himself under the bedsheets, hugging you and hiding his face by pressing his nose onto your chest.

"What were you even dreaming about?" you chuckled at his sudden shyness, wrapping your arms around his head. You started playing with his hair. He loved whenever you did that.

"You..." he eventually admitted.

"I'm flattered~ Was I doing anything special?"

"You weren't. I was."

"And what were you doing?" you asked softly, your voice now a whisper.

"I was..." he had lowered his voice to match yours. "I was asking you something."

You didn't question him further, waiting for him to go on.

He came back from under the covers to look into your eyes.

"Was it what you heard me say?"

"I don't know. I won't if you don't ask me again."

He lowered his gaze, thinking.

He didn't want to ask. Not while you were in bed, of all places. He had planned to make that question special, at least more than it would have been if he had just done it at home. He didn't know how he wanted to do it yet, but he wasn't expecting to do it like a spur of the moment thing... or in his sleep.

His eyes darted back to your face. Your soft smile. Your own eyes showing a sort of glint, as in silent anticipation. Like you were glad, already...

He sighed, eyes closed, frustrated at himself. His brother would laugh at him later, when he'd tell him about how things happened, for sure.

But when he opened his eyes again, he was smiling at you. He knew what your answer would be, anyway. He had already asked, after all.

"Will you marry me?"

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HOW YOUR LOVE LOOKS LIKE WITH THEM - SLYTHERIN BOYS

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im alive btw

[marilynslove]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˚ · . boyfriend rafe hcs <33 (sweetheart-ish edition !!)

౨ৎ - bf!rafe who literally can't keep his hands off you : whether it be at parties with his arm slithered around your waist, fingers absent mindedly drawing shapes on the skin of your arm while taking a sip of his beer - trying his best not to roll his eyes as topper rambled about sarah. or when it's just the two of you at home, cuddled up on the couch while watching a cheesy romcom you'd somehow managed to get him to watch - or at least pretend to watch. but, who was he to turn down an opportunity to hold you close? why leave you be when he could be there, running his fingers through your hair n gently rubbing your thigh?

౨ৎ - bf!rafe who's constantly giving you attitude : "baby, does this look cute?" you mumble, holding out a denim mini skirt you'd grabbed from a shelf - it's material slightly washed out. looking up from his phone, he sighed a little. "i don't know, does it?" shooting him a dirty look, you huff. "'m serious, yes or no? please?" ".. yes - it looks good, bunny. now can we go? been waiting for ya to pick out all the clothes you want for hours." with a pleased smile and a quick peck on his cheek you nod. "thirty minutes, actually."

౨ৎ - bf!rafe who's literally the dryest fucking texter ever : like, this bitch will leave you on delivered for hours. even when he does respond his words are vague. on some "ok" "gm/gn" "👍" type shit. but he makes up for it by calling you throughout the day - asking if you're okay, what you have planned, if you wanted to come over. and honestly? you can't complain, not when his voice sounds so .. !! 's better than any text he could send. or most, at least.

౨ৎ - bf!rafe who loves to take you on late night motorcycle rides : he lives for it, might be one of his favorite things to do with you. with the way your arms tighten around his torso when he drives faster - your scoldings being lost in the sound of the wind, earning a quiet chuckle from him. he knows you love it though, the thrill, the adrenaline. though he loves the rush, he also savors those moments of tranquility - when he's taking in everything. the feeling of your warmth against him, a stark contrast to the night's cold air against him. or the sounds of the ocean's waves washing up against the sand as you drive by, the saltiness of the water lingering in the air. and even though he dreads the end of the night, he can't help but melt into the kiss you give him before you sneak back into your house.

[i-love-ptv]

Melting 🍹࿐ ࿔.˚

Pairing: Kiara Carrera x Fem!Smoothie/Juice Bar Owner!Reader

Who knew a smoothie could bring a summer of love, Kiara surely didn’t.

Wc: 4,521

Angst if you squint? (Not sure), Fluff, Like 2 sexual innuendos.

An: PHEWW GIRLL….this is a long one. actually the longest fic I’ve ever written. Sorry if Kie is a lil ooc, i tried to do her justice 🌚.

Also!! Reader’s ethnicity n stuff isn’t mentioned, but I imagined reader as a woc (personally!!) it’s totally okay if you’re not, you’re still very much welcome :)

Feedback always appreciated!! xx

Another “are we there yettttt?” is dragged out from JJ.

“JJ, you asked me that five minutes ago, and if you ask again I swear I’m gonna punch you.” Kiara huffs out with a glare to the blonde.

John B purses his lips, “where are we going again Kie?”

“We’re going to this juice and smoothie bar my mom told me about, she basically begged me to go.”

Sarah’s walking with a pep in her step. “Am I the only one that’s actually kind-of excited to go?” She practically squealed.

“Considering that there’s a smoothie truck at nearly every corner in the Obx, yes.” Pope sighed, wanting to just sit down since it was so hot outside.

Cleo wipes the slight sweat off her forehead, “Next time, let’s bring the Twinkie, i’d rather have the shitty air conditioning than none.”

John B’s head snaps to her, looking like he’s about to say something before Kiara’s shout rips through the humid air.

“Right here! This is it!” She exclaims with an airy chuckle.

The group of pogues look at the tiki-style bar, surrounded by tables, some being occupied by other teens and families.

The banner on the shack read ‘Shelly’s Smoothies & Juice’.

“How cliche.” JJ muttered, earning a sharp elbow to the ribs by Sarah.

“Oh shut up JJ! I think it’s cute!” Sarah steps back a bit and takes a picture, Kiara throws her an amused glance.

The pogues get closer to the shack, getting a slight glimpse of all of the equipment in it, and John B rings the bell.

“Uh hello?! Thirsty, sweaty customers here!” JJ yells.

The group all groan and growl at JJ for his outburst, they’re all so distracted that they don’t see you approach the counter from the inside.

“Oh! I’m so sorry for the wait! I had to chase away a squirrel just now!” You yelp out sheepishly, feeling silly for being slightly out of breath, and for not keeping that embarrassing fact to yourself.

The group of six turns to you, their argument dying down immediately.

Sarah steps forward first, locking eyes with you.

“Ooh! Can I get a….Passionfruit smoothie please?”

You smile, taking in account her huge, beaming smile.

“Of course,” you replied, “and what about y’all?”

They each take turns telling you their orders, but Kiara doesn’t seem to care.

She can’t help but stare at you.

The way your lips move whilst you speak, the way your hair is slightly frizzy from the North Carolina heat, the way that your tan lines are peaking out from your shirt. Your lips are slightly glossy, is it crazy that she wants to know what it’s from, but she’s not interested in looking at the gloss itself?

“You okay, Curly Girl?” Your question breaks her out of her thoughts. Now she notices everyone looking at her.

Pope coughs and nudges her.

“Oh..! Right! Sorry, uhm, I’m not quite sure what I want…” She murmurs softly. God what is up with her today?

You gasp with a smile, “It’s totally okay babe! Do ya got any allergies? ‘Cos I’d love to make you a smoothie I think you’d like!”

The brown haired girl whispers out a “no I don’t have any” and you immediately get to work after collecting the money from everyone.

While JJ is resting against the counter talking to you, the rest of the pogues look at Kiara suspiciously.

“Uhm okay..So what was that?” John B asks, while Cleo looks with a smirk.

“You think she’s pretty, don’t you girl?” This makes Kiara sputter.

“What? Well, yeah she’s pretty, like obviously. But like, not in that way!”

Cleo’s smirk turns into a cocky grin, “I didn't say it was in that way.”

Kiara looks at the others for support with wide eyes, but they all just shrug at her, and Sarah slightly grins at her.

She then tunes into the conversation JJ is having with you.

“I’ve never seen you around here before, you new here?”

You let out a loud ‘huh?’ over the noise of the blender.

“I said-“ JJ tries again, which is when you finally turn the blender off.

JJ lets out a charming laugh, “I asked if you were new here. I’ve never seen you around before, and trust me, I would’ve noticed a pretty girl like you.”

“Ugh, JJ, tone it down.” Pope complained.

You giggle at him, showing off your slightly puffy cheeks.

“Nah, I moved here for the summer, ‘till late August with my Aunt Sally, this is her bar! We just finished it up last week.”

You start handing out the smoothies and juices to the others, making sure not to spill any of the sweet drinks.

They sit down at the only other unoccupied table when they see a slightly older woman, pulling up in a navy blue pickup truck.

You jog over to their table and sit yourself down.

“There’s my aunt now! Since she’s here, I can finally take my break” You drag out playfully, you continue, “Oh I totally forgot to ask, is it okay if I sit here? I don’t wanna interrupt anything, but I’d love to get to know y’all!”

They all replied happily, and you made yourself snug between Cleo and Kiara.

The group sip excitedly at their drinks, letting our groans of satisfaction at the taste.

Pope pipes up first, “Wait, so if your aunt’s name is Sally, why’s this place called Shelly’s?”

“It’s a nickname we have for her! ‘Cos y’know that one tongue twister, ‘Sally sells seashells by the seashore’, and now that I say it out loud it sounds…kinda silly..” You finish meekly.

“That’s actually kind-of cute.” Kiara whispers under her breath.

“What was that Curly?” You ask her while looking at her with a glint in your eyes.

Kiara clears her throat, “Nothing! I was just saying how good this smoothie is, mind telling me what it is?”

You beam at this, “Well I can’t tell you, silly! It’s a secret!”

The pogues continue to look at the two of you, some with quirked brows, while the rest look slyly.

“Wait! Before we go any further, I need to know everyone’s names! Mine’s ___, but you can call me Cherry.”

They all introduce themselves, JJ boasts, while Kiara tries to find her footing, but only lets out a timid “Kiara, but everyone calls me Kie”.

You look at her, like you want to say something to her, but Sarah shouts abruptly, “Oh my god, this shirt is so cute! We definitely have to go shopping one day!”

You both laugh and talk excitedly, both talking over one another, but not seeming to care. Cleo eventually joins in too.

Kiara wishes she could, in fact, she doesn’t understand why she can’t. She’s never normally been like this.

With the pogues, she’s normally confident, and sarcastic, sometimes a little cocky too.

But for some reason, she can barely give out a sentence without squealing like a mouse. It makes her sick.

She thought she was bad when she was with JJ, but they didn’t last very long last summer.

But with him, she was still normal, she never acted like this.

She’d be lying if she said she hasn’t done her fair share of questioning her sexuality throughout life, but she’d never tell anyone that.

She honestly just feels pathetic, she just met this girl today.

She doesn’t know what spell this witch has on her, but god, she wants to get to know her.

{what is this spell baby? please show some mercy.}

Kiara’s spent an entire month trying to navigate these newfound feelings. It’s July now, meaning you leave next month.

To make matters worse, everyday she learns something new about Cherry, the timid, but confident girl that makes her a smoothie every single day; speaking of which..

“Hey Curly Girl! The usual?”

“Of course!” Kiara chuckled.

You notice that the group of pogues aren’t with her, you’re not that surprised though, she’s been coming by lately without them.

A part of you is glad that she visits alone, it gives you a chance to get to know her more without the constant teasing from the others.

You can’t help but crave to know every detail about her: what hair products she uses to make herself smell so heavenly, what her bedroom looks like, what her bed feels like…

An enraged shout makes you blink and look around wildly, “If I have to wait another fucking minute for a drink, I’m gonna start breaking every appliance in there!”

You gasp sharply, looking at the tall, burly man that’s spitting his words at you, both physically and figuratively.

“Uhm..Your juice is almost done sir! Just a minute…” You croak, letting out a breathy chuckle, trying to ease the tension in the air.

You have the burning urge to chew this man out for thinking he could come to your business and disrespect you, but Kie beats you to it.

She angrily walks up to him, “Dude, fucking lay off!”

He looks at her in disbelief, his eyes bulging and his nose flaring. You could faintly see a vein start to push against the skin from how he was almost screeching.

“Get the fuck outta’ the way, you runt.” The man starts to grit his teeth.

‘All this over a fucking juice? Jesus Christ.’ You think to yourself.

Kie steps forward, now almost chest to chest with the man as she looks up at him.

She speaks lowly, “The Cameron’s are real good friends of mine, and I can easily have you ran off this fucking island you prick.”

The stranger continues to hold eye contact with the brunette, their eyes boring into the other.

He scoffs, and begins to back up, “Whatever bitch.” He snarls, grabbing his money that you put out on the counter.

Kiara continues her glaring while you finish using the blender. You giggle and look at her amused, “Woah guys, watch out…I think she’s friends with the Cameron’s.”

She snaps her head at this, “Oh shut up loser. He was such a dick, it’s insane.”

“Yeah, he literally had just got here before you did, don’t know what the fuck his problem was.”

“Welllll, you might as well drink it, don’t want the juice to go to waste and all that.” She smirks.

You chuckle, “Wow, thanks for the free drink at my own bar. Here, Curly.”

You hand her the smoothie, and you notice how she accidentally put her fingers on yours, at least that’s what she believes you think. She’s not exactly the sneakiest.

She sips on it and moans in delight, is it crazy how you wish you could hear more of those?

“Will you ever tell me what’s in here? I mean, it’s been this huge mystery for an entire month now. For all I know, you could be poisoning me.”

“Yeah Kie, I’m definitely poisoning you slowly every day with smoothies.”

You continue, “It’s fun, having you guess the flavors and stuff. You’re so determined.”

Kiara groans at this, maybe your wish is coming true today.

“C’mon, just give me a hint.” She drags out.

“Maybe one day Curly Girl.”

August.

Normally, Kiara Carrera loved August.

She enjoys summer, but the feeling of the slight chill in the air, especially at night, as the weather begins to change for the new season, provides her a sense of comfort and nostalgia.

But now, all she can feel is dread.

You’re leaving soon. In two days, to be exact.

You’re going to be leaving her soon, and she hasn’t even told you how she feels.

That’s the thing…She doesn’t know how she feels.

Everything is so different with you, but she can’t describe it, and it’s killing her.

She wants to talk to someone about it, she honestly wants to talk to you, since you understand how she feels.

She only knows this because the night before when JJ had one too many beers at the Chateau, he had blabbered out that he wanted to get to know you, more romantically, that is.

At first, you looked at him like he had grown another head. Then you explained softly, “Oh JJ, I’m flattered sweetheart, really! But, I’m just..Not into guys like that.”

Kiara swore she felt her heartbeat in her ears, and she almost missed how quickly JJ sobered up after hearing that.

He looked like a kicked puppy who was left out in the rain, but Kie couldn’t bring herself to feel bad. In fact, she felt ecstatic at that moment, she couldn’t exactly pinpoint why. Well, she refused to, anyway.

Kiara would go to JJ, given he’s a ‘Chick-Magnet’ - his words - but that would be awkward. John B and (or) Pope would end up somehow blabbing to JJ.

She tried to talk to Cleo, but it didn’t go as successful as she thought it would. All she received was a ‘just go for it!’ As if it were that easy.

So she’s left with no choice.

If you woke up and told Sarah Cameron that she’d have Kiara on her doorstep asking for advice, she would’ve laughed in your face, three separate times.

Although they aren’t at each other's throats like before, Kiara was still a little standoff-ish towards Sarah.

So when Kiara was standing at the front door of Tanny-Hill, Sarah couldn’t help but stand there with wide eyes, mouth gaping like a fish out of water.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry, but I really need your help. I think you’ll be able to give me the best advice out of everyone…” Kiara looked down at her vans, bending her foot around on the steps as she twiddled with her rings.

“Uh..Yeah! Sure! C’mon in…” Sarah hesitated, slowly moving her body away from the door frame, allowing the brunette to enter.

Sarah walks her up to her room, not without asking Kiara if she wanted anything from the kitchen.

Kiara looks around Sarah’s room, feeling a little bit out of place since she’s the only one standing now.

Sarah looks at the girl, “You can, y’know, sit on the bed if you want.”

Kiara meekly walks over to the bed and sits down on the right of Sarah.

“I hate to sound harsh, but what exactly are you..Doing here?” Sarah asked, deciding to break the silence first.

“I need advice..”

The blonde quirks a brow at this,“Go on.”

“So, I think I like this person, but..I don’t know how to

go about it.”

“The Kiara Carrera is getting shy over a boy?” Sarah says out of shock, putting emphasis on her words.

“Ugh, that’s the thing, it’s not about a boy.” Kiara flops back on Sarah’s bed, finding comfort in the soft blanket resting beneath her head.

“It’s Cherry, isn’t it? You like her?” Sarah says trying to mask her happiness, but quickly failing due to the growing grin on her face.

There’s a beat of silence consuming the room.

“… Is it that obvious?”

“To everyone but you, yeah.” Sarah giggles.

Kiara smiles grimly, “Do you think she knows?”

Sarah looks at her with sympathy, “I think so, and even if she didn’t, that kiss didn’t look very friendly.”

The kiss.

While at the Chateau, the pogues decided to play truth or dare at the fire pit.

Cleo had dared you to kiss the person you found the most attractive, and with a bit of liquid courage in your system already, you kissed Kiara.

It wasn’t a quick peck by any means, in fact, it lasted for quite a few seconds, but Kiara wanted more.

Kiara had spent the rest of the night trying to gather her bearings, everytime she would look over to you, she’d see you looking right back at her. You would smirk and tilt your head at her.

“You still with me Kie?” Sarah asks gently, putting a hand on Kiara’s knee.

“Sorry, it’s just that like, everything’s so confusing! She flirts, I try to flirt back, but nothing ever happens! I just don’t get it!” Kiara is flailing her arms around, trying to get her point across, and her sentence trails off.

“Well, you’re just nervous. You really like her, and actually having a full-blown crush is wayyy different than just being a questioning and wondering middle schooler, Kie.”

Sarah’s dragging her finger along the curve of Kiara’s knee, trying to provide even an ounce of comfort for the girl.

After an hour-long talk between the two girls, and a tight hug, Kiara finally made up her mind and figured out what she wanted to do. She just hopes she’ll have enough time.

You get a text from Kiara, she asked you to meet her on the beach, the same beach where she taught you how to surf.

You look at the time on your phone, the 9:20 is practically blaring into your retinas.

You have to be at the dock at 7:45am, so you can get on the ferry.

The fact that your summer is over still hasn’t fully registered in your mind.

The pogues have planned a ‘goodbye’ party for you, and you’re endlessly grateful.

They've treated you with so much kindness, you felt like you were a part of the group.

You’ve made more friends than you thought you would, but you can’t help but wonder if you and Kiara [specifically] would become something more than friends.

Kiara.

Kiara.

Shit, you’re supposed to be meeting her at the beach.

You rush out of your aunt’s house, and ride your bike to the beach.

You were a little confused though, you thought that your party was going to be at the Chateau, that’s what Pope had told you.

After a bit of riding, you make it there, and you see her sitting by herself in the sand.

Kiara cycles her head around and when she spots you, she smiles.

“Howdy Curly Girl.”

Kie giggles softly at this, “Howdy.”

She pats the spot next to her, signaling you to sit down.

You lay your head on your shoulder, watching the waves glisten in the moonlight.

“So..” You drag out while drawing shapes in the sand.

She mimics you, “Soo…”

“Any…Particular reason for summoning me?”

“Uh,” There’s a beat of silence after she lets out a breathy chuckle.

She finally continues, “I kinda..Just wanted to talk to you, I suppose. Since you’re leaving in the morning ‘n stuff..”

“Yeah? You could’ve talked to me at the party babe, y’know I’ll always make time f’you.” You whisper, gazing at her, you find yourself getting lost in her deep brown eyes.

You analyze her face. She looks scared, you don’t think you’ve ever seen her so nervous.

“What’s going on Kie? Are you alright?” You ask, you’re beyond concerned at this point. She’s jittery, and fidgeting with everything in her eyesight, rather than looking back at you.

She takes a deep breath then exhales, “I was gonna tell you to turn around so I could tell you, but that’s just stupid as shit so…”

You look at her expectantly, silently urging her to continue.

“Cherry. I really like you.” She mutters.

“…..Like in a gay way?”

“Jesus Christ, yes in a gay way.”

Nothing comes out of either of your mouths.

“Took you long enough, huh Curly Girl?”

Kiara’s eyes widen, and her jaw almost drops to the sand. “Are you serious?”

You giggle, suddenly finding a rush of energy, “Yes! Oh my fucking god! I’ve been waiting for you to do something all summer. You had me thinking I was gonna go home without a girlfriend.”

Kie swears she feels her heart skip several beats, or maybe they’re doubling, she can’t even fucking tell at this point.

“Who said anything about you getting a girlfriend?” She teases.

You give her your best blank look, unable to keep it long since your body betrays you and you let out a cackle.

Kiara’s smiling ear to ear, laughing with you, when suddenly, you tackle her.

“Stop! My hair!” She yells through laughs.

After continuing fooling around, you both decide its best to head back to the Chateau.

You both get there together, side by side on your respective bikes.

You sneakily intertwine your pinkie with hers, locking it while walking through the Chateau, where you eventually see your friends.

You gasp, standing still with your mouth agape, “You guys!”

There's a banner with ‘See You Soon Cherry!’ on it, the writing isn’t very straight, it’s actually pretty damn slanted. There’s little drawing of different fruits, some smudging due to what you can only assume is paint that wasn’t dry at the moment.

There’s balloons everywhere, and your eyes eventually land on the cooler, knowing there’s a few beers in there for you.

That’s when suddenly, you hear two loud ‘pops’ and multiple colored confetti pieces cloud your vision.

You look to your left and see Sarah, you look over at Kiara and notice John B on her other side.

Your pinkies are still locked, and you’re not the only one that notices.

“Well would you look at that.” John B shouted, making the other pogues direct their eyes to you and Kiara’s hands.

Sarah jumps up and down, clinging to your shoulders, “Holy shit! Holy shit! Did it really happen?!”

You look dead at her, giving her a knowing look with a smirk.

JJ, Pope, and Cleo are rushing over while John B keeps Sarah from doing a cartwheel into a table.

JJ speaks up first, “Wait! When the fuck did this happen?!” He cried out, nearly howling. This makes both you and Kiara shrug.

There’s questions and exclamations flying everywhere, you don’t even know where to begin.

The night carries on, there’s music and lights everywhere above the hot tub.

You keep your drinking to a minimum, not wanting to be on the ferry for hours while hungover.

When you decide that it’s getting late, you declare that you’re going home.

The pogues protest, but eventually, you’re able to convince them to drive you, since your aunt’s house isn’t too far, but far enough to the point where you guys can’t walk.

Kiara walks you to the doorstep while the pogues stay in The Twinkie, they’re trying to pretend as if they aren’t eavesdropping.

“Y’know you still haven’t asked me.” Kiara bites her lip softly.

“Asked you what, Curly Girl?”

“To be your girlfriend, idiot.”

You hum at her antics, “Mm, you’re so needy, do y’know that?”

She slaps your arm playfully, yelling out a “I am not!”

You get down on one knee, being careful of the slightly rocky parts of the concrete, you hold her hands in yours, and Kiara whines.

“No you are not, you are literally unreal.”

You giggle at her, directing a ‘shush’ her way, making her roll her eyes.

“Will you, Kiara Carrera, make me the happiest girl alive, and be my girlfriend?”

Kiara puts her finger on her chin, pretending to think about it, you pinch the exposed skin of her stomach.

“Ah! Okay! Yes, yes I’ll be your girlfriend you loser!”

You get up and hug her tightly, wrapping your arms around her midsection.

She giggles into the crevice on your neck and holds you tightly.

You hear cheers and howls from the Twinkie, but you can’t take your eyes off Kiara.

You squeeze her waist one last time, and send her back to the van, not without her giving you a kiss on the cheek.

You go inside and see your aunt, smirking at you from the living room couch. You roll your eyes and begin to go to your room.

“You better tell me all about her!”

“I will!”

It’s 7:43 in the morning, you’re staring at your converses solemnly.

All of the pogues are in front of you, accompanied by your aunt.

“Are you sure you have everything, Cherry?”

You groan, “Yes, I’ve already told you a million times.” The girls snicker at you, especially Kiara.

“Not sure what you’re laughing at, Miss Thing.” You quirk a brow at your girlfriend. God, it felt so good to finally be able to call her your girlfriend.

She scrunches her face at you at first, but then her smirk drops into a deep frown. She steps forward into your embrace.

“You can totally jus’like…Stay. You don’t have to go home.”

You smile softly against her head, leaving a small peck behind. “I’m sorry my Curly Girl, but I have to

go home. I have to go to college and all that.”

John B pulls Kiara off of you, earning several shouts from the rest of the group.

“Oh shut up, I’m not gonna let Kie hog her before she’s gone for a year.”

He hugs you tightly, it makes your eyes water. He pulls back and notices your pout. “I’m gonna miss you guys so much..”

The pogues, alongside your aunt, gather around you, squeezing you tightly, whispering promises of ‘We’re gonna call and text all the time!’ and ‘We’re gonna miss you so much, it’s never gonna be the same without you’.

“Does anyone know what time it is?” You sniffle.

Kiara immediately whips out her phone, showing the time. It read 7:48.

“Okay so what if it’s not coming, does that mean you can stay forever?” JJ asks, reminding you of a child on Christmas morning.

You look over and see the ferry slowly coming towards the dock.

“It’s here JJ..”

“I know..” JJ pouts.

Cleo shouts abruptly, “Wait!”

She picks up the bag off the dock, nearly forgetting it.

“All of us put something of ours in it, so you can remember us!” She smiles warmly at you.

Your cheeks hurt from smiling, especially when Sarah swats your hand when you go to look inside the bag.

“You can’t look now, silly! You’re supposed to wait until you miss us.”

“Oh my god whateverrr.” You trailed off with a laugh.

The ferry officially stopped moving, signaling that it’s your time to go.

You look at the ship, and look back at Kiara.

You grab her face with both of your hands, stroking gently while she bats her eyelashes at you.

“You’re the reason why I had the best summer of my life. I love you Kiara.”

“I love you more ___.” Kiara croaks.

You grab her left hand, slipping off one of your rings, and putting it on her finger, you kiss it softly.

She pulls you into a passionate kiss, holding your head in place, like she’s not ready for you to go yet.

You pull back slightly, making sure you're leveled with her ear.

“Cherry and coconut.”

Kiara pushes your face back so she can look at you properly, “Huh..?”

You wait a second, watching intently as it slowly dawns on her.

You leave a kiss on her nose, and begin to walk towards the end of the dock.

Kiara faintly hears shouts of “We love you!”, her hearing’s fuzzy, and all she can focus on is you.

Cherry and coconut.

The recipe to the smoothie of love.

[nemesyaaa]

here's a list of obx au's that i think of often and that I hope can help with writer's block bc i will never write them :)))

rafe cameron : lawyer!rafe, sadistict!gladiator!rafe, joker!rafe, momma’s boy!rafe, grim reaper!rafe, blade runner!rafe, sniper!mask!rafe, blue beard!rafe, older!creepy!taxi driver!rafe, purge!leader!rafe,...

jj maybanks : graffiti artist!jj, stuntman!jj, urbex!youtuber!jj, pervy!video club x!coworker!jj, bad!teacher!jj, theatre!student!jj, pickpocket!jj, butler!jj, con artist!jj, depressed!rich!drug addict!jj, creepy! obssessed!fan!jj...

pope heyward : scientist!pope, zookeeper!pope, video game!store!manager!pope, doctor!pope, dark!plastic surgeon!pope, strict!class president!pope, marine scientist!pope, nerdy!detective!pope, mathlete!pope, aerospace!engineer!pope, geek!hacker!pope, pervy!computer scientist!pope, cult!scientist!leader!pope…

john b : pool!lifeguard!john b, music store!manager!john b, firefighter!john b, old!guitarist!john b, gravedigger!john b, dog sitter!john b, sadistic!dom!john b, drug sitter!john b, con artist!john b, animal rescue!john b, banker!john b....

reader: muse!reader, dentist!reader, circus performer!reader, academic!weapon!reader, goofy!loser!reader, art!student!reader, brothel!reader, fashion designer!reader, nurse!reader, pet store!reader, famous podcast!reader, fortune!teller!reader, swan!reader, veterinarian!reader, vigilante!reader, wedding!planner!reader, stand up comic!reader, sailor!reader, cosplayer!reader, sex shop worker!reader, hairstylist!reader, pin up galore!reader, activist!reader….

fantasy female!reader :succubus!reader, wish!granting!genie!reader, tiny!fairy!princess!reader, whimsigoth!witch!reader, egyptian!goddess!reader, cursed!angel!reader…

done ! you can use freely, i don't care about credits but i would like to read and support your work, so tag me anywhere, or tell me<3333 hope it helps 😁

[pulchraa]

seasons change

parings; ex! rafe x pregnant! pouge! reader

summary; you and rafe had a falling out after he ghosted you and in turn... you come across something that'll change your life.

warnings; mentions of pregnancy.

a/n; hihi, soooo. this is something ive been thinking about for a while. i kinda just wanted to put it out. it might be bad, i might take it down. who knows? anyway, enjoy !

word count; 0.18k

what? no, i’ll just take another one. it has to be a false positive-

“hey, y/n. you okay?” 

i look up from my spot where im sitting on the cool grass. i zoned out. everything suddenly becomes too real.

the sun beaming down one me, the sound of cicadas and different insects chirping in the sweltering heat. “no, yeah. im fine.” 

i bring my hand up to block the sun from my eyes. kiara nods, jutting out her bottom lip in the process.

“okay. uh, me and the rest of the group are gonna head for a surf. wanna come?”

i think for a moment. “uh, yeah. ill go.”

kiara nods and sticks out her hands to help me up, wiggling her fingers. i grab them and pull myself up. wiping my shorts as i watch jj, john b, and sarah file out of the house.

they grab their boards and pack the twinkie. i head inside to change into my bathing suit and grab some spare clothes. 

as i walk through the house, it feels different. or maybe… i feel different.

i'll be fine.

i continuously reassure myself and return to the twinkie with my stuff. “okay, we can head out.” i shuffle into the van, closing the door behind me.

as the car drives off, everyone is chatting, laughing, and smiling.

but i have this crippling feeling of dread. the memories of last night return. something abnormal. i know it, but everyone else is kept in the dark.

[brizzlovesyou]

a touch that was my birthright became foreign by PennedByLynn

It’s how Kiara knows, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that happy endings are not to be trusted. The gold of the Royal Merchant or El Dorado was never going to solve all their problems. Life as a Kook is not inherently better than life as a Pogue, no matter how many people tried to tell her it was. Makeovers and role reversals are not the end of the story; they’re an ominous beginning. That’s why when JJ tells her what he’s learned, when the broken confession tears from his throat, she knows exactly what he’s wrestling with. Knows he held his head higher before it was threatened with a Kook crown. Anyone else would cheer for this kind of fairy tale plot twist. They’d celebrate fortunes restored, a pauper turned prince, a royal long thought dead returning to glory. But something haunts the Genrette house, be it an actual curse or just centuries of greed and corruption. And JJ’s always preferred the devil he knows. -- Or, Kiara's never liked fairy tales. While JJ wrestles with an identity crisis, Kiara tries to show him there's nobody better equipped to weather the storm with him.

keep reading here

(screencaps provided by the incredible @kiekiecarrera)

[maybanksbabe]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

Below the cut you'll find 12 prompts for Kinktober! Please heed the warnings attached to each individual post and please don't forget to leave some feedback! Help me fill in the 12 prompts with who YOU want to see written!

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

𝐢. 𝐏𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 - College!Rafe x F!Reader

𝐢𝐢. 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞 - Rafe Cameron x F!Reader x Topper Thornton

𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 - sub!Rafe Cameron x F!Reader

𝐢𝐯. 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐠𝐞 - sub!JJ Maybank x Sugar Mommy!Reader

𝐯. 𝐃𝐫𝐲 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 - Sarah Cameron x F!Reader

𝐯𝐢. 𝐃𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 - JJ Maybank x Reader x John B Routledge

𝐯𝐢𝐢. 𝐎𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 (𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝/𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐥/𝐞𝐭𝐜) - Rafe Cameron x Preacher's Daughter!Reader

𝐯𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 - JJ Maybank x Innocent!F!Reader

𝐢𝐱. 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐱 - JJ Maybank x Fem!Routledge!Reader

𝐱. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 - Sarah Cameron x F!Reader

𝐱𝐢. 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 - JJ Maybank x F!Reader

𝐱𝐢𝐢. 𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 / 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 - sub!Sarah Cameron x F!reader

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𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄: CNC, Somnophilia, watersports/anything involving bodily fluids, anything involving feet, age play (DD/LG or MD/LB). Most other stuff is grey matter, please send an ask beforehand to check if you're not sure!

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© 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

[yuna542]

[6.]

~Pogues to the Rescue~

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader/Oc

Genre: Fluff, Enemies to Lovers, Smut, Angst, Drama, Action

Warnings: Jellyfish-stings, Swearing, Alcohol and drugs

Taglist: Open

Word count: 2,8K

Summary: The Kook princess is back after a year and reignites the war between Pogues and Kooks on Kildare. But she quickly realizes that after this year, nothing is the same as before. Deception, secrets from the past, and dangerous conspiracies sweep across Kildare, leaving her no choice but to work with the Pogues and her personal nemesis to find the truth and maybe even $8 million. A dangerous treasure hunt begins that turns her world upside down.

Note: Hope you like this part. Let’s say I’m pretty devastated and sad about S4…

Soundtrack:

⏯️Play: Ain’t It Fun by Paramore

“Where you're from

You might be the one who's running things

Where you can ring anybody's bell and get what you want

See it's easy to ignore trouble

When you're living in a bubble”

"Put me down!" escaped me irritably as I drummed my palm on his frighteningly firm chest as soon as we reached the stairs.

I could feel his warm skin close against mine and it was messing with my head.

He just snorted and actually let go of me.

"Wait here! And be quiet!"

Already he had disappeared into the house. I settled down on the step, sighing, since I had no choice anyway.

Only a few moments later he came back with a red plastic box with a white cross on it.

He placed it on the cheap plastic table that looked like it had been stolen from a kiosk where they sold those disgusting fries.

When I looked at it closer, I noticed that it probably was.

"Shit," I heard Maybank mutter, and he closed the box again.

"What?"

I looked over my shoulder questioningly, careful not to turn my upper body.

"It's empty. My dad must have used it all up."

He put his hands on his hips and seemed to be trying to figure out what to do with me now.

"Well, we can definitely go ahead and disinfect the wounds."

Suspiciously, I watched him disappear back into the house and return with a large bottle containing a transparent liquid.

Half of the bottle was already empty.

He sat down next to me on the step and unscrewed the cap.

"What's this?"

I grabbed his hand before he could pour the contents onto my leg.

"Vodka. Alcohol."

He looked at me as if I didn't know what that meant.

"I know what vodka is, dickhead, but is this really a good idea?"

I knew alcohol was used to disinfect, but that's about all I knew about medical treatments.

JJ just shrugged.

"It got 70%. You won't find anything better."

"Yeah, I bet."

JJ gave me an annoyed look, but I just raised my eyebrows provocatively. There probably wasn't even a pharmacy here.

After a moment's hesitation, I finally gave in. What could go wrong?

I could not use an inflammation or infection now.

So I let go of his hand and he began to pour the liquid over my leg.

Immediately a burning sensation shot through my leg, making me gasp loudly.

Several curses escaped me as I waited for the probing pain to subside.

"Now the back," JJ said, and I wanted to punch him in the face.

"On three. One. Two..."

I couldn't even take a breath, when he already had poured the alcohol over the wound on my side as well. The pain was even worse there, and because of the shock I couldn't prepare myself internally.

Reflexively, I grabbed his arm and clawed into it so as not to cry out.

Although I dug my nails into his skin, he didn't make a face, but reached for my hand to squeeze it.

When the pain finally subsided, I pulled my hand away and glared angrily at him.

"Asshole!", I hissed and braced myself to get up from the stairs.

"You're welcome," he replied, setting the vodka down on the table.

"This really should be looked at. I can drive you home so that-"

"No!", I interrupted him harshly, fixing him with my gaze.

There was no way I could go home like this. Rick would just ask a lot of questions and if he found out I was surfing, that I was on the Cut and if he saw JJ to top it all, I'd be screwed....

I'd rather not imagine his reaction.

Astonished, the blond tilted his head and crossed his arms.

Fortunately, he didn't ask any more questions, since he didn't seem to care either.

"Then I'll take you with the others. John B has a first aid kit in the Twinkie and Pope knows what to do. I was on my way there anyway."

Vehemently, I shook my head.

„No, absolutely not!"

At that very moment I staggered and would have fallen forward if he hadn't grabbed me by the wrist.

"You have no choice, though," he murmured, holding my wrist tightly. As he did so, his gaze wandered aimlessly through my face and I noticed the dark green circles at the corner of the endless blue of his eyes.

They were really intense and reminded me of the cloudless sky over Kildare.

Everything in me resisted going to the other Pogues.

For one thing, I was embarrassed to ask for help, and for another, I couldn't let myself be seen there.

If anyone found out about this, I would also be screwed. At JJ's look, however, I realized that I really had no choice.

He clearly seemed to enjoy every second of my sorrow.

I needed help and this was my only option.

He realized that I was admitting defeat and at that, the corners of his mouth lifted a bit. It wasn't until he took a few steps back that I noticed how close he had just been to me.

"We're going on my motorcycle."

He tried to support me, but I fought off his hand. I could still walk myself, even if it was hard.

I didn't want him to think I was weak or needed his help.

So he went ahead and grabbed the keys and I tried to follow him.

"Do you think your friends are really going to help me?", I called out as I tried to catch up to him with a limp.

He glanced over his shoulder at me and tossed the key from his left hand to his right.

"They're going to help you! We're not self-serving kook assholes, after all."

I wanted to hurl a counter at him, but I couldn't think of anything to say. His words hit me because it was true. Hardly anyone from Figure Eight would have even been interested in what had happened to me.

Arriving at the motorcycle, he got on and put the key in the ignition.

The engine howled and rattled away contentedly.

JJ offered me his hand, which I accepted this time, to get on.

His fingers closed tightly around mine and when I was finally seated, he wrapped my hands around his body.

"Hold on tight, princess!"

Then he was already driving off and I actually had to clutch him to keep from falling off.

The wind went through my hair and made it dance around my head.

It wasn't until we turned onto the road after the wooded area that I realized I had been clinging to him tensely the whole time.

Gradually I let go and got used to the ride.

I felt his skin under my fingers and the muscles of his stomach under his unbuttoned shirt.

Directly my fingertips tingled and I fought the urge to run over the contour of his abs while my upper body was pressed tightly against his.

I couldn't focus on my surroundings and had lost my bearings after only a few minutes. Instead, I paid attention only to the amazingly toned body and broad shoulders in front of me.

When had this happened? Just a few years ago, JJ had been just a lanky little daredevil.

The smells of conifers, fresh grass, and salt water mingled into a distinctive nuance known only from the Outer Banks.

Slowly, I began to enjoy the time on the bike and forget about the pain. All too soon, the ride ended at a driveway.

The first thing I noticed as soon as we dismounted was the huge tree with countless branches that had a hammock hanging from it.

I had never seen such a special tree. Like a monster, its branches reached for the sky, trying to grab the clouds.

Or I had simply never paid such attention to trees before.

Behind it, John B's house came into view. Like JJ's fishing shack, it was run down, but still in reasonably good shape.

It even looked quite cozy, if not very luxurious.

As we climbed over the much-too-tall lawn and shrubs, I propped myself against JJ's shoulder.

It was uncomfortable, but my leg was already shaking with exertion.

On the patio sat the rest of the Pogues.

I could make out a large campfire area and the Pogues' old boat.

The property had to be really huge.

Besides, it was really beautifully situated.

Further ahead, the shore began and a long boardwalk led out to a small pavilion out on the water.

Ward Cameron would buy it in a heartbeat and put one of his mansions on it.

"There you are at last! What took you so long?", John B's loud voice rang out from the deck and already his head appeared from behind the sofa back.

"What the hell!" he snapped as his gaze fell on me.

Now Kiara and Pope also looked up. While Pope looked surprised and confused, Kiara looked at my face in disgust.

"What is she doing here?"

Kiara was sitting on an armchair with her ukulele on her lap. Pope sat across from her, tinkering with a fishing line. John B had been lying upside down on the sofa and was now completely perplexed.

"She's hurt. I had no choice but to take her. JB, you still have the first aid kit and that ointment, don't you?" explained JJ, helping me up the stairs.

John B frowned and I was eyed suspiciously by everyone, as if I could detonate a bomb at any time. After what they had done to the Camerons today, that concern was justified.

Kiara put her ukulele aside and straightened up.

With one look at my wounds, she immediately realized.

"Every child knows that this time of year the waters are teeming with Portuguese galleys!"

Kiara seemed upset, yet she stood up and looked at my reddened skin. By now, some numbness was spreading, but the pain did not subside.

"I'm really sorry that I don't have the know-how of a simple fisherman," I hissed, annoyed, and propped myself up against the wobbly railing.

Kiara now looked at Pope, who was also slowly approaching, almost frightened, and eyeing me.

"A simple fisherman wouldn't be so stupid, anyway," now came snidely from JJ, who rummaged in his pants pocket.

I glared at him angrily.

"JJ, what did you do?" asked Pope directly, and I realized that the alcohol had indeed probably not been a good idea.

The blond was now sitting on the sofa where John B had just been sitting. The other Pogue was standing behind Pope with his arms crossed, trying not to get in the way of the two.

"I disinfected the wounds," JJ muttered, putting a joint in his mouth. So that's what he'd gotten at his place.

A moment later, the click of his lighter sounded and he lit it.

"Just like a doctor. I saw it in the movie Pope made us watch!"

"Oh please don't!" it escaped Kiara.

"What? We only had vodka there, so I improvised."

Pope buried his face in his hands as Kiara was about to push JJ off the couch.

"Vodka? Are you out of your mind? You might as well have peed on it! Idiot," Kiara hissed, turning to the other two boys.

"Hey, at least I kind of helped. Could have left her there."

He clasped his hands behind his head and seemed pleased with himself as he blew smoke into the air.

Kiara just groaned in annoyance and pointed at Pope.

"You get the ointment and bandages, please! John B, get ice cubes in a cloth and JJ get a bottle of salt water!"

She threw an empty plastic bottle, harder than would have been necessary against his chest and when the boys disappeared without protest, I had to admit that I admired Kiara for her assertiveness.

I guess she was a kook deep inside after all.

"Come on! Sit down!" she urged me, so I did as she said, since she obviously had common knowledge about jellyfish stings.

Tentatively, I settled down on the sofa and watched as she sat down next to me.

"I don't see any more nettles.... That's good."

"Oh yeah?", I returned sarcastically, whereupon I got a threatening look.

"Don't think I'm helping you because I want to. I just want you to leave as soon as possible."

"Believe me, that's my fondest wish too."

At that moment, JJ came back and threw the water bottle to Kiara. Skillfully, she caught it and unscrewed the lid.

Without a word of warning, she poured the water down my side and then over my calf.

Instantly it burned again and I tried to breathe away the pain.

"You can thank JJ for that. Vodka... Really."

She still couldn't seem to believe that JJ had done that.

In fact, the stinging was starting to subside.

Now the other two returned as well.

Kiara handed me the cloth with the ice, which I eyed in disgust. It looked as if it had last been washed a decade ago.

"Press this on the wounds and the pain should go away completely!"

Tentatively, I did as she said and sure enough, the cold on my skin was liberating. First I pressed the ice underneath to my shoulder blade until the stinging disappeared and only the numbness remained.

Then I put my leg up and placed the cloth on my calf.

In the meantime, Kiara unwrapped the bandage stuff and took the ointment.

"This stuff will make the wounds heal quickly and not leave any scars," Pope explained calmly, leaning against the wall of the house next to John B.

„It's from my mom. Her ointments work like magic..."

„Great", I mumbled sarcastically. Pope immediately looked down on the floor, remembering who I was.

Kiara was now sitting behind me and I winced when I felt her cool fingers on my skin. She carefully probed the skin on my back and I felt like I was on display.

"Watch it," was the only thing she said before she pulled the strap of my bikini open with a flick of her wrist.

Panicked, I held the fabric pressed against my body before it would have fallen off.

Pope swallowed in a panic and turned to face the wall, John B had eyes as big as plates and it took endless seconds before he cleared his throat and averted his eyes as well.

JJ, on the other hand, was looking at me with that amused grin that made me go furious.

Along the way, Kiara spread the ointment on my back.

"The bikini was in the way. I'll bandage this now so the ointment can soak in," she muttered, taking the bandage off the table.

JJ made no effort to avert his eyes and seemed to be enjoying the show. He took a drag on the joint and looked challengingly into my eyes.

"That's very true, Kie! You should really get rid of the bikini completely," he said provocatively and obviously stared at my breasts, hoping to see something more.

Immediately, heat shot up my cheeks. John B cleared his throat loudly again and disappeared into the house with Pope.

It felt like an escape.

"Shut up! If you're not going to make yourself useful, get out of here and start a fire!", Kiara beat me to it and threw the empty water bottle at him again, which he caught this time.

He stood bolt upright and saluted.

"At your command, Captain!" he shouted and winked at me.

By now a huge knot had formed in my stomach, which wouldn't let me throw anything at him in return.

Already he was skipping down the stairs and sauntering down to the fireplace with the joint between his lips.

"He's always like that. Don't worry about it. Every girl he sees, he hits on. You're nothing special."

Kiara fastened the bandage around my body and tied my bikini back on. Even though her voice sounded cool, she no longer seemed so dismissive.

"I noticed that already. Thank you"

Then she began to tend to my leg.

"You really don't seem to like each other?" she said, smirking.

Directly, I shook my head.

"No... He's so incredibly rude and annoying."

"Yes that's true," she agreed, fastening the bandage.

"But still, he brought you here."

I didn't know the answer to that. After all, he just wanted to get rid of me again quickly, right?

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© Yuna542 — 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝.

[unhingedkiara96]

Argenti x Reader

Warning: suggestive content

Argenti, the type of guy to seem absolutely unphased by the concept of sex.

Argenti, who will act the same around and with everyone. Until suddenly, out of nowhere, he does start acting differently. But only when you are involved.

Argenti, who will fight anyone who dares entertain the mere notion that he might have impure thoughts about you.

Because who in their right mind would imagine you in such... a state? Certainly not Argenti.

Argenti, who demands a duel to the offender in order to keep your honour intact. Even though you never asked him to do so at any point.

Argenti, who clearly dotes on you more and more and cannot, for the love of Idrila, acknowledge it, no matter how many people tell him that he does.

Argenti, in utter denial of the fact that yes, his own thoughts are betraying him, no matter how hard he tries not to think about you - in fact, it gets even worse when he does try.

Argenti, waking up in a sweat in the middle of the night, wishing he was still asleep, because then...

He would still be in your arms.

He would still be holding you.

He would still be one with you.

Argenti, furious against himself, and never, ever blaming you for his... predicament.

Argenti, who loses it one day, when you tell him the three most beautiful words he has ever heard.

Argenti, who makes love with you both softly and passionately.

Argenti, who feels such relief since he can touch you in the most intimate ways.

Argenti, who makes you bloom like a rose between his fingers.

Argenti, who makes you feel beautiful.

[eshayteaparty]

Better Again

JJ x Reader (Outer Banks)

Word count: 6.5k

TW: for anorexia, swearing, mentions of abuse, depression, self harm, body-shaming, pet names, desc of reader being overweight, desc of reader being underweight, bed-rotting. Angst. Mentions of fem!reader

Summary: Your weight stops you from loving JJ. Bad eating and exercising habits you tried to hide catch his attention. He tries to tackle them alone, but once they blossom into something bigger, he needs you to try. There's some obstacles in your way.

First fic and it's pretty heavy so it might not be the best gng :) P4L

Life in North Carolina was a dream.

It wasn’t that way because of what you had, necessarily- it was who you had by your side. A loyal group, four whole friends, who were there for you tenfold.

Even if problems were smothered by fear, they were never left untouched. The pogues always did at least the bare minimum in offering support if the insecurity or mistreatment was something you were reluctant to open up about. They’d be there on the outside, waiting patiently to be let in…or for their chance to hold you up under your arms when you crashed out.

Some things, however, were just too embarrassing to talk about. You’d rather tackle them in private, on your own. Away from prying eyes.

Even if the fight was impossible.

Every single day, without fail, you would exercise. You couldn’t even call it that, really- it was just jerking your body around in constant, relentless movements you had heard could tone your body and help you to lose weight. You would always call off plans at night, saying you were too busy, and had always denied the pogues coming into your home if you felt you hadn’t done enough activity that day.

Your body was a mess. You’d spend ages picking at the fat on your lower stomach in the mirror and analysing your frame to the max. No matter what you did, or how little you ate, or how much you moved…you were big. A big girl.

The pogues didn’t seem to think that way about themselves, and rightfully so. They were all so effortlessly beautiful, and ate with confidence you felt would always be out of your reach. Even though you, too, were a pogue, on the outskirts of society and barely scraping by on occasional lucky breaks finding treasure and odd jobs, you couldn’t bring yourself to eat. It was a privilege whenever you were offered nice food, and you decided not to take it.

Nobody mentioned it at mealtimes. The atmosphere was meant to be happy when they ate together, after all. Moments eating food were warm, fleeting moments, with positive connotations. It’s not that they didn’t care. Maybe they assumed you’d already eaten. Even if your favourite foods were placed in front of you.

Above all, you felt silly. Your issue felt so insignificant, so nothing compared to what the others went through. Kiara was kicked out constantly, JJ met up with them day and night with fresh bruises and marks up and down his body- John B had no parents at all. You, having trouble with eating, were unimportant. You didn’t deserve to be the priority, so you never would be.

It had been a long day of exploring and sailing around The Cut, and everybody was hungry. The plan was to visit Kiara’s parent’s restaurant and beg them for food until they broke. JJ’s idea, as it usually was.

JJ kept himself fit and strong. He stayed active all day, and ate just as much. If you had ever struggled while eating, he’d simply ask you if you were ‘gon’ finish that, mama?’. What he ate probably still wasn’t enough to keep him running- he wasn’t well off, after all- but there was always a smile on his face, colour in his cheeks and volume in his hair. Meat on his pearly bones.

Weight wasn’t even close to being a topic often brought up in the pogue squad, but JJ partook in it occasionally with you. He’d pick you up in his hugs, do his best to imitate a skeleton when you sat down or sighed, and squeeze your shoulders or hips from behind just to hear you shriek. It wasn’t out of malice, of course, he’d rather Ward came back to life for the fourth time than body-shame you. It still irked you a little, though. How he managed to hold you, and see you like that, when you were a fat person. 

You were a fat person. There was one in your reflection every day, and walking around with the pogues until the sun went down. There was no timeline or another life where you weren’t ginormous, and chairs didn’t creak under your weight, and your thighs didn’t chafe when you wore shorts in the summer. 

That is what stopped you from getting closer to JJ Maybank. 

“I always forget how magical this place is.”

JJ lets the words come out in a satisfied gasp as he drops the water glass away from his mouth. He points finger guns at Kiara’s dad as he walks through the restaurant- much to the old man’s dismay. John B stifles laughter as JJ kicks back in the booth and rubs stomach impatiently. “I’ve got a hankerin’, Carrera sir, for your famous fries! Unwrecked!” 

You sit in-between Kiara and JJ on the left side of the comfy leather booth, just so they won’t spend the whole time bickering. You’re grateful that every time your group comes here, they just order a load of fries for the table. There’s no such thing as portions when your family does nothing but share.

“You’re so…polite, JJ,” says Kiara, sarcasm weaving skillfully into her words as she gives him the look, “I’m starstruck by your manners every time I do this for us.”

You laugh as convincingly as you can, but grease and salt is a fiend that fills all five of your senses and ends up turning you numb. You bring your hand to your chest as Kiara’s mum brings over two baskets of loaded fries and the pogues all cheer. JJ slaps you on the back, not bothering to be cautious. “Look at this feast!” He raises a fry, bumping Pope with his arm as it's on its way up. “Let tonight foreshadow the kook-est of all futures!” 

“Had no idea you knew such big words.” Pope mutters this through a satisfied smile and takes a fry for himself as politely as he does just about everything. “Thank you, Mr. Carrera. I’ll pay you back in a few days, at least.”

You stare down at the food in front of you, feeling familiar cotton block your ears and give you shaky hands. A pit forms in your stomach. Yes, you’re so, so hungry, but…you haven’t done enough. You don’t deserve this. To eat.

Somebody clicks their fingers in front of your face, and you look up to JJ’s blue-green eyes staring back into yours. He smiles crookedly. 

“Does it look that good?”

You look from JJ to the fries, then back again. “Sorry?” 

He sniggers. “Cmon, it looks like you’re in a trance, ma. Don’t make me ‘here comes the aeroplane’ you. Dig in.”

Fingers grip the soft skin of your thighs under the table, digging into those instead. You flinch, and come to find they’re your own.

Say something.

“I…I can’t.” Your voice comes out croaky and unconfident, and you mentally berate yourself. “I mean- I mean I shouldn’t. I already ate…heaps. You guys have been at the beach all day.”

Kiara’s pulled from her idle chat with John B, and she looks at you too. “Like you weren’t there too? I distinctly remember Jayj…teaching you how to surf again, or…”

“Or,” JJ runs a hand up your back, your fat back, making you jump. The whole booth shakes. “She’s not even here. She’s a memory and I was surfin’ with the boogeyman.”

He grabs a hold of your shoulder and squeezes as gently as he always does, but tonight it’s too much. 

Your hands push up from the booth and you squeeze past Kiara, no doubt disturbing her with your wide frame on the way out. It feels like you can’t find your footing, even on solid ground. “I-I’m jus’ gonna go home,” you croak, sniffing back your emotions. 

The pogues all stare at you from the booth. You’re clutching a chair by the bar in your oversized t-shirt, looking near tears. Nobody wants you to go. 

JJ makes a move towards you and you smile at them all as best as you can. You’re busy tonight, anyway. 

“I’m okay.” You say, tucking back your hair behind your ears. “I’ve got stuff to do tonight, honest. Cleaning my place ‘n all, it’s a dump.” 

They’re all obviously suspicious, but their stares turn into cheeky looks, like they’re getting you to admit something.

“Is that why I can’t ever come over?” That was JJ. The question makes your smile a bit tighter and your clothes, too, in turn. You can feel them suffocating you endlessly. 

“You can’t ever come over cuz I’m a weed-free zone, Jitterbug.” 

JJ relaxes back into his seat and winks at you. “Have a good one, baby. That place better be squeaky clean for t’night.”

Kiara elbows him harshly in the side and waves you off as you go. “Later!”

You begin the trip home with your phone light turned on. Luckily the darkness of winter hasn’t yet swallowed up the orange sky and taken away the last silver linings of light. Even though it’s dangerous for you to be alone outside in later hours, you’ve got a few conditions in your favour at the very least.

Obviously as a pogue, you didn’t live in a sparkling mansion. You didn’t even live in a sparkling house. What you had was more like a bungalow- one story, small space, one bedroom- but as you lived on your own, it was just right. 

You were happy to be by yourself. Nobody could stop you when you exercised, or didn’t eat for hours, or passed out from overexertion. It was your own hideout. Since you’d been picking up odd jobs here and there as young as twelve years old, you’d saved up enough to move out of your deadbeat parent’s house and go full swamp-scum pogue. That was what you had wanted anyway, to connect with your friends and avoid your folks as much as possible. There had been no such thing as ‘easy’ from the minute you popped out.

The pogues never bother to lock the door of The Chateau in case anybody and everybody needs to crash there for the night, or a few days, or even for the rest of their life. You honour this rule too by always keeping your house unarmed. You walk through the front door after the trek home you’d just been on and shut it behind you. Home, sweet home. 

An empty spot waits for you on the floor of your room. You could first…go over what you had today.

For breakfast: An apple and two bits of toast. That was already too much. 

Your snack: Packet of seaweed. Salty, refined- a bad, bad habit. 

You hadn’t had any lunch. You’d had another apple, a bowl of cereal, and skipped dinner. 

Too many calories, too many carbs, too much gluten. You could burn it all off if you worked hard enough, and eat less the next day.

You strip off your shirt to save yourself the annoyance of washing all the sweat out later and turn on the same old disc in the radio you always use. It’s nonsensical pop. Just what you need to tune out.

The music consumes you as you let yourself fall into the same repetitive actions from every night before. In and out, losing your breath over something you’re gaslighting yourself into thinking will work. In and out. Burn, crash, but it’s a good kind of hurt. The hurt that says you’re making progress. The hurt that says, ‘you will be skinnier’. Eat less tomorrow, work harder today. Every day. 

Thoughts leak into your head through a faucet you’ve even considered turning off via lobotomy sometimes. A cesspool of more hurtful but effective ideas is yours to swim in, to inhale, to feel all over. Vomit. Laxatives. Ozempic. No, that would mean something really was wrong. That was too risky. Too confirming.

That really said you had an illness. All you were doing was exercise and…dieting. 

That was okay.

You had been keeping up that aching burn in your stomach for probably around thirty minutes, with your ears getting sweaty from your hair hanging down beside them in stringy tendrils, when there’s a jaunty knock on your bedroom door. 

“You busy, mama?”

JJ wasn’t just what he presented himself to be on the surface. Inside, you knew he was perceptive to how you felt and what made you tick. He knew when you were sad, when you were put off, or about to lose your shit. Even if you never let him in the way you let him talk to you and offered him advice, he could read you- whether you liked it or not.

Tonight, as soon as you’d left, you had an inkling that you’d shown too much emotion about the food. You had..panicked. Normally, nonchalance about your disordered thinking came easy to you, and therefore masking, but it was the pressure and the smells and the gentle touches of his hands on your big, fatty shoulders and up the sweaty rolls of your back…it was all too much. 

He’d noticed. Everybody had, but him especially so. The stress on your face, the messing with your hair and the reluctance you had had to speak or banter were all tell-tale signs of turmoil you wouldn’t tell anybody about. The pogues were a family, he supposed, after all. All families had secrets. Despite that, he wanted to be let in. To know you. 

Hearing him knock makes your stomach drop. You’re sweaty, red in the cheeks and your hair is a mess, You’re done for. Your voice becomes a rasp as you yell out, 

“In a second!”, and rush up to your dresser to pause the music that had blared in your ears and distracted you from wanting to stop just a moment ago. The door handle bends- he’s not waiting.

“JJ!” Your voice gets shrill and tight, like a balloon under pressure. “I said in a second!”

“If you’re doin’ something private, you know I’m always up to assist!” He says through the opening door. His tone is joking and friendly. It always is when it comes to you. He’s tried to be gentle before, but it never got through to you. You’d felt like he was babying you, or something.

He strolls into the room as you have your back to him, standing over a basket of your washing. Okay, this was fine. The flush would just be…embarrassment. The sweating because it was summer. He’d have no idea.

“It’s pretty humid in here, for our luck this season.” JJ walks around to you, his hands in the pockets of his board shorts. You straighten up and he smiles at you, but it turns down once he’s looked you over for a second. 

“..Woah. you’re not sick, are you?”

You swallow. “No. You embarrassed me, Jayj, I was like- like changing when you knocked. And you never wait.”

He looks you up and down and you realise from the look in his eyes and the slight frown on his face that oh shit, he does not believe you. 

His hand, familiar, raises towards your face, and you flinch. You aren’t sure what you’re expecting. It comes up to your forehead and you can feel the coolness of his rings whilst your eyes are shut. 

“You feel ill.” He says slowly. His eyes bug a bit and he steps back, his boots making new scuff marks on your carpet. “Don’t tell me that’s the start o’ monkeypox'. I’ll set this place on fire.” 

Happy to have a way out, you allow yourself to laugh a little. “It’s not monkeypox, Jay. That’s not here yet.”

“What happens when we go find El Dorado, though? All those foreign places..brewin’ with the stuff.” 

He sits down on your bed and you don’t do the same, which was probably a mistake. You can still feel his eyes on you as he gets comfortable and you follow through with sorting your washing.

“Y’got sweat all up your back, miss.” 

“I do?”

“Yeah. Did you really skip the fries cuz you were full? Or did you get sick from something else?”

You start to feel genuinely sick now.

You thread your hands through your wispy hair, looking at the floor as you turn around to face him again. “Uh…yeah, I was…full.”

JJ stops looking at you, and starts to stare at you instead. 

Sweaty back, sweaty face, red cheeks, and your muscles and hands are even shaking a little. Unless you’re going into cardiac arrest, this is way more than a sudden new illness you’ve contracted. Above all, you look upset. Like he’s about to foil your plans or figure something out about you that you wanted to hide. 

“Hey…baby.”

He stands up. You stand back.

“I noticed…you’re a little on the skinnier side.”

No, no, no. this wasn’t meant to happen. 

“I just…I know I dig atcha’ for it, but it- like- it freaks me out a bit sometimes. You never take your shirt off when we’re in the water, or even just sailing, you never ever eat the grub Kiara’s family cooks up for us, which is free, by the way, so not takin’ advantage of that is a tad insane-”

“Stop it.” 

You barely recognise your own voice, but at least it’s saying what you wanted to. JJ looks taken aback. 

“I’m fine, JJ. I’m not skinny. You’re being ridiculous.”

His eyes bug all over again. “What do you mean?? Look at you, baby! I could shot-put you a hundy’ yards, no sweat!” 

“You’re lying!” You start to yell at him. Your sweat has dried uncomfortably against your skin and made your t-shirt stick to you even more than your fat abomination of a belly does every day, all day, without mercy. Nothing fits you right, nothing looks right on you, you’re ugly and fat and piglike and he’s a liar, he’s such a liar. “Look at me, clearly! I’m not skinny at all!”

JJ doesn’t understand what you’re saying, and it’s written all over his face. What were you even talking about? 

You were skinny. The entire group knew you were skinny. You had hollow cheeks that made you look sad even when you were happy, you had ribs that looked like bookshelves storing organs growing colder the longer you restricted yourself and you had such small wrists that JJ had once laughed that a prison break would be a breeze for you- they’d never be handcuffs in existence small enough for your tiny hands. 

The pogues were all at least somewhat underprivileged, and it came in different forms. They all assumed you just didn’t have food at home, or were too busy working to even spend the money you made. Because of this, they all did their best to take you out to eat, or catch fish for you, or steal a slice or two of bread from a house they were investigating to fix you up a makeshift sandwich. You always refused. It didn’t seem like it had been out of courtesy anymore.

You were sleepy and irritable and sometimes slow on adventures because of your condition. Your blood ran like toothpaste. JJ could never see your veins. Did you have issues drinking water too? He didn’t know. He realised he had had no idea what your problems truly were, until tonight. 

Tonight, he’d caught you in an act that had spoiled your life for months. You’d forgotten when you’d even started ‘working out’ all alone. He hated himself for not seeing the signs, but at least now, while you stood in front of him, in deep denial and misery and self hatred, he was here to save you. He’d turned down your street and he’d park in your head and tackle your struggles like they were his own. 

He’d figured it all out from looking at you once. 

Just how pathetic were you?

“I’m not skinny, JJ,” you know you’re going to lose, so you’re falling apart, standing in front of your full-body mirror going, “you’re crazy. J-just look at me, honestly. Maybe c-compared to Nikocado I am.”

JJ’s head starts to constantly shake. “No, ma, just look in the mirror for a sec. Look, I can feel every single damn rib!” 

You smack his hands away. “I’m literally gaining weight!”

He starts to laugh, incredulously, because he just can’t believe you. “You’ve been losing weight every day. I can see it, cuz I look atcha’ every day, baby. Us pogues are terrified you’ll straight pass out in the water one day and we won’t be there to save you.”

Tears well in your dull eyes. He can’t even remember the last time they had even a little light in them. 

“Wh…do you do this every night?”

Shit.

“What?”

“Get all sweaty? I know you’re working out. That’s a labour sheen if I’ve ever seen one. Looks like you lifted fifty tons just now.”

He quiets his voice as you start to shrink in on yourself. He feels guilty for accusing you of that, but it worries him. He’s shooted his shot a few times in the past year and tried to see you after dark, but you always turn him down. Tell him, ‘we can hang out in the morning’. It’s all making sense.

He facepalms, laughing humorlessly. “Holy shit, baby. You realise this is like…a massive problem, don’t you?”

“What is??” You don’t want him to say it. You can taste your tears on your cheeks as they roll down, and worry about your sodium intake as a bitter joke.

“You- you’re starving yourself. How did I not see it?? God, and- and you were exercising just now, I know it. What’s wrong with you??”

“Nothing!” You say shrilly. “Is it not fine for me to exercise?? You can’t dictate what I do!-”

“You’ll fuckin’ die if you keep this up!” He yells at you. It hurts. It hurts more than hunger ever has, or the workout burn, or the one time you did end up making yourself throw up after you felt you’d had too much to eat one day. “You’ll die, baby!” He clutches your shoulders and feeling the bones there makes him feel sick. Soon enough, his own eyes are tearing up. “Why’re you doing this? You’re tiny. You make Bella Hadid jealous. Actually, it- it’s just as abusive as that!”

“I’m not.” You’re sobbing instead of talking. He holds you hostage in front of the mirror and even looks like he’s about to pull your shirt up and make you stare. You shake your head hopelessly as you’re met with the sight of your rolls of fat, all your chins, all the features you have that have haunted you for years. 

And yet…he keeps telling you you’re wrong. Can’t he see them too?

“I’m fat, JJ! I’m a f-fucking fatass! I don’t need to eat more!”

“No, no, baby, no. Look at yourself, cmon..what’re you seeing that I’m not…?”

You grab at the skin around your middle as you fall apart. The skin- globs of clay and meat and horror contaminating your waist and making you undesirable to all. “Look at me!!”

JJ watches you grasp at nothing. He even puts his hand there, on your belly, and he feels your hip bone harshly bump the inside of his wrist. He shakes his head again.

“There- there’s nothing there, mama. You’re nowhere near fat. I’m scared for you, you- you’re not at all. You’re light as a f-fuckin’ feather.”

“I’m fat.” The words come out of your mouth like a useless mantra. “I’m big, JJ, you’re just being nice, my- my clothes don’t fit, my face is greasy a-and big..”

“Darling…” he trails off, because he feels so hopeless. “Don’t say that. I t-think- I think you’re dysmorphic, or something…you’re on the verge of your death.”

Even though he’s telling you all of this, you just don’t believe it. You never believed when they were concerned for you, either, because you never ever saw why. You were…big. Right? A big…girl.

“This is called…an ed, or something.” He mutters by your ear, feeling a little ill in the stomach. What does that mean for you? Does it even mean something? “God, you- this is crazy, baby. I wish I had more bank, I swear I- I’d get you fixed so quick..”

“I don’t n-need to be fixed.” 

“Yes, you do. You’re..you’re anorexic. I think that’s what the word is.”

“I’m not.” The words are coming out of you like you’re a robot, and it makes him desperate. He turns you towards him and guides your chin towards him so you have to meet his eyes, no matter how you feel about it.

“You’re being silly, y/n. I-I know you’re still in there, c…c'mon. You’re unwell. Don’t you- don’t you feel unwell?” His voice breaks a bit, as he’s worried your bones will be doing in no time. “H..hungry?”

You know you’re not fine. You know what you’re doing to yourself is wrong, but…the results were meant to make it right. It’s not two wrongs, it’s just one, fueled by..a good idea. But it’s not working. 

“..n..no.” 

“Liar.” He wraps you up in a tight hug, bringing one hand to wrap around your lower back and the over to blanket your shoulders. You wouldn’t have to reciprocate for him to be holding you both tight enough to support a bungee jump. Your ribs are definitely poking him, but he doesn’t make a sound. That breaks you in turn. Hesitantly, you cuddle him right back, feeling so confused about why he cares so much. 

You were supposed to receive this love when you got slim. When your body was pretty enough for him to love it as much as he does your nature. 

In JJ’s head, however, he had loved both features the same this whole time.

“You’re a little liar, baby.” He buries his face in the crook of your neck, breathing you in. listening to your own breathing, just so he knows you’re still alive. You’re both lucky you’re still alive.

“You’re hungry, and a liar. And I- I’m gon’ getcha well. Promise.” 

Mealtimes were never the same after that night. 

Right off the bat, JJ had told you he wouldn’t take you to hospital if you promised to try, for him- neither of you could afford the proper therapy anyway. Instead, he would be with you for most of the day, and at all meals, no matter their size. It got irritating, always being made to finish your food and having your bedroom walked into every night without fail, but…nothing bad really came of it, at least at first.

A few weeks in, you started to pull back. Your head would relentlessly tell you you were fat, or unwanted, and if you got well, you’d be even bigger than you were before. He wouldn’t even want to look at you. On the off chance you were ever alone, you would cry. You would hold your hands to your blotchy face and cry your energy away. Adventures were skipped because of your mental state.

JJ was the most worried he had ever been for you. He couldn’t relate to your struggles- you’re grateful he didn’t- but even if you had a full belly you just looked so…sad. You never smiled when you ate, though you were around folks with ‘next-level jesting abilities’. Colour came back into your cheeks, but not your eyes. You were just depressed.

He’d taken all the mirrors out of your bathroom so you could shower. He’d taken even the tiny scales out of your kitchen so you wouldn’t get a fright and fully spiral. You were teetering on a dangerous edge, and he was trying desperately to reel you in before you drowned or slipped sideways into a whole new pool of disorder. 

You’d spend all day inside. When he didn’t have food for himself or you that day, he’d sit with you and keep you company to make sure you didn’t exercise and hurt yourself. He’d also taken everything sharp he could find out of your house. Just in case.

You gained weight. You couldn’t really feel the difference, but it didn’t hurt as much to lie down and you didn’t feel like you’d fall to bits if you took a tumble. Your insides got warmer and your temperature climbed, which was good, but you never showed mental improvement. You had genuinely thought what you were doing was okay, as long as it was making you skinnier. He didn’t know how to cheer you up anymore, or convince you of how beautiful you were. 

But there was no way in hell he wasn’t going to try.

He was there with you, one night, on your bed. Holding your hand, petting your thawing knuckles. It was dark and quiet in the room. JJ couldn’t remember the last time the lights had been on when he was around.

You’re laying beside him, your arms as far away from your stomach as humanly possible for you. You hated feeling your body. All the new skin there made you repulsed by yourself.

“..Y/n?”

Your eyes don’t open. “Mmm.”

“We..okay, listen, so we wanted to check out this shipwreck, tomorrow morning. Sarah Cameron’s comin’ along and okay, before you complain, I know she’s a Kook, but JB’s makin’ eyes at her and I wanna see some action.”

“I don’t mind.”

“I didn’t finish.” He looks at you, and lifts his hand under your chin to make you look at him again. “Wanna come?”

“I can’t swim.”

JJ sighs and looks up at the ceiling. “Yes, you can, mama. Y’just never take your shirt off. You’d look amazing in a bikini and I think you know it.”

Your eyes are too dry to shed more tears.

“No I wouldn’t. You waste so much time trying to make me feel better.”

It was the truth. As a result of your crashouts, JJ had been avoiding the group almost as much as you had to spend more time with you. In the earlier days, he’d tried to get you to tag along- he’d even got exasperated and picked you up once, which had made you upset. You were a welcome burden in his heart, but a heavy weight on his mind and shoulders. You never went anywhere but your bed, but he was always afraid your thoughts would get too much for you one day.

“...I don’t know what to do, Y/n.” He rubs a hand over his eyes. “I’m- I’m sorry, like, I really…I’m jazzed that you’re eating, baby, really, but..you won’t ever come outside. We can’t be the pogues without you and you’re not there.”

“I’m sorry, JJ.” You croak. “I’m sorry. I mean it. I just feel so…ugly. Every hour, every day. I can’t help it.”

“Yes, you can. I can. Honestly, you’re the most beautiful lady I’ve ever seen, and you’ve just never seen it.” 

“Saying that isn’t going to fix me. You don’t have to be the one to fix me.”

His expression crumples like wet paper as your eyes meet his saying that. He sniffs, “baby-”

“It’s not your job. I’m mentally fucked, do you understand? You’re my age, and about as qualified, which I’m n-not. It’s not on you to take care of me.”

You didn’t even notice you had started crying. Tears down your cheeks are a constant sensation at this point. Looking at him now, really looking at him, you can see he’s crying too. It feels horrible inside you, knowing that you did that, but his face still says he doesn’t blame you for a thing.

“I know I’m not a therapist, ma! I- I really- I just really need you to be better!” Cracks in his voice make your own skin feel like shattering porcelain. “I want you back!”

He holds you tight. Some nights he will, some nights he won’t. It depends on how you’re feeling about your body. You don’t feel good, however you know that he probably needs a hug just as much as you.

“I-It’s really hard-” you start to fully sob, losing your weak composure in his arms- “I w-want to get..b-better but you- you can’t cure u-ugly.”

“You are not ugly.” His voice is directly in your ear, making you scrunch your shoulder up. “Listen to me, right now. You. Are. Not. Ugly.” 

“Yes I am.”

“Come on, Y/n, we’ve been going over this for a month. Hell- you wouldn’t even know or not! Y’haven’t seen yourself for a month!” 

“Well you wouldn’t know what it’s like, JJ!” You yell at him- then immediately realise what you just let slip. His eyes widen a little and his eyebrows furrow as you start to go red from shame.

“...What?”

When you don’t say anything back, he simply runs his pinky across the delicate skin beneath your eye and looks down at the blankets between you two.

“...Day and night, Y/n, I’m struck dumb by how much I think you’re beautiful. It..it makes me feel weak. No matter how you’ve presented yourself to me, healthy body or skin and bones, I’ve never been able to let you go.”

You don’t want to hear him say all this, but he holds your hands and doesn’t let you pull away. 

“I mean it when I say you’re pretty as sin. In your best moments, and in your worst, I…I’ve wanted you.” He chuckles bitterly. “Call me a simp, or down bad, but I…I couldn’t live without you. Hearing you were sick made me possessive, and obsessed with you, but it- I don’t know how else to show you that I care. I’ve always cared about you, Y/n. I want you to be happy s-so bad. You don’t have to let me in if you d..don’t want to, but…I want to understand. Understand how you, a girl so ethereal, could ever want to starve or hate yourself.” 

If he had had more to say, you weren’t able to hear it, because you’d started kissing him as his voice grew smaller.

You had liked JJ from the very first time you two met and he had always felt out of your league. He was beautiful, bold and blonde, and there was no such thing as a world where you two could fall in love.

One of the main reasons you had such severe body issues was because of your fear of never being loved. Not just by a boyfriend, but by anybody. That threat had followed you around your whole life and manifested as an eating disorder.

If you were skinny, you would have it all. That’s what you had told yourself. Affection wouldn’t feel right if you weren’t slim, would it? Yet somehow, as JJ pets your hair and crosses his legs over yours in your small, dusty bedroom, you felt all the love you had ever wanted doubled in one kiss. Tasting him in your mouth is beer, mint, somehow, and above all, this boy feels like home. 

It was a naive thought to have, but in that moment, he was all you needed to get better. 

You pull apart.

“...JJ.” You dab your mouth on your shirt and he smiles at you. No matter what you say, he’ll accept you tenfold. This you’re certain of.

“I don’t- I don’t think we should…date. Yet. if you even wanted to.” You say softly. “Just..only because I’m not well and I don’t want those feelings to interfere with us. The bad feelings.”

“...Oh.”

He looks reluctant to agree to this condition, but he knows it would be better for the both of you. He bites his cheek, and nods. “Okay, baby. Don’t feel guilty. I got all the time in the world to wait.”

 The room goes quiet, but this time the silence is comfortable.

“But you know I uh…I’m into you. Right?” 

“I’m not so sure that’s true.”

“Well, it is.” He lies back down beside you and rests his head on your sagging pillows. “I don’t think I’d spend hours in your smelly shack if I wasn’t.”

“Nonsense, Jay.” You almost laugh. “I'm nowhere near in nice shape.”

“Because you’ve been here every day for the past four weeks.” The plan he’d had a few minutes ago enters his head again at just the right time. “Please, please come out with us. It’ll give you sun, some fun in the water, and you can…you can be with us pogues again.”

You feel a hand gently grasp your own. It’s twice the warmth of yours, and envelopes your fingers.

“Be with me again.” 

It’s both crazy and a little embarrassing how fast he got you out of the dumps. In one night, JJ Maybank had improved your body image and convinced you to come outside for the first time in ages. Like Jesus performing a miracle, he had saved you from a self-made tomb. 

He gave you your mirrors back so you could pretty yourself up a little, but he had stood with you the whole time and reassured you constantly about how your face looked. He wiped away the tear stains, the crust, smeared your chapped lips in healing balm, and sat you in the bath to give your hair a thorough wash. Those were the perks of knowing a boy who had one-hundred percent tolerance to dirt, you supposed.

When it had come time to pick out an outfit, he was right there again. You hadn’t worn a bikini in ages, but you had come to find he’d borrowed you a one piece from…some kook’s house. You weren’t sure, but were appreciative of the gesture so much that you started to cry again. He was right there to fix your makeup. 

Until JJ, you hadn’t known such care and domesticity. He himself called it the bare minimum. You’d promised to give him your very best self in turn, once you were well again, and in good time, you did. Your friendship, fueled by heart and sacrifice, blossomed into something unspokenly more. 

You wouldn’t put a label on it yet. JJ was okay with that, and so were you. It felt good to just sit and know somebody cared about you just as much as you did them. Boyfriends and girlfriends were overrated, anyway, and JJ proudly called himself your lover every day.

On the off-chance you had a slip up, he was right there with you if you needed him, but some days, you didn’t want him to see you ruin. He understood that. Not everything was up to him. His duty wasn’t to save you, it was to love you. You were glad he knew it.

Against all odds, you came to love yourself again. That meant you could love him back. 

Just as he had promised, he was there waiting on the other side like the light at the end of the tunnel. Lighting your days and your nights, while you were the sun, thriving in the day and going down in the evening. He wasn’t going anywhere.

No solar system is complete without the stars.

[inksoakedparchment]

Theodore Nott misunderstood Y/N’s words

pairing: theo x fem!reader (slytherin house)

genre: fluff

tw: my english

word cunt (ik it’s count): 1073

summary: theo found your notebook in the library after the study session and he read through it

a/n: this is my first one shot (and work) in english, so i’m sorry for the bad grammar<3 (maybe it’s gonna be good bc @sunkissedscribbles read it and corrected it)

After the study session with your friend group, - Theo, Mattheo, Enzo and Cassiopeia - you accidentally forget your notebook on the table as you hurriedly leave before the others. After that, Theo notices the little black book and decides to take it.

He quickly goes to his dorm, hops on his bed and starts to read your 'diary'. Because of some of your poems, one-line-long deep thoughts, tears start running down his cheeks. He doesn’t realize how those salty water drops are just coming and coming from his eyes. It only hits him after one falls on one of the pages.

He’s raising his eyebrows after he sees the lots of cat drawings in the notebook, and the short monologues based on how much you like cats and how bad you'd like to have one. Especially black cats. He immediately shuts the book and leaves it on his bed, running out of the castle.

He knows where the stray cats are 'living' so he sits down in the grass, with treats in his hand, waiting for the adorable creations to approach him. He’s drowning in his thoughts while feeding the baby and adult cats when a night-black cat snuggles against his leg. Theo’s eyes lighten up when he notices it and gently picks it up and when the cat looks in his eyes, he gasps. Gorgeous green eyes just like Y/N’s. He checks, and he thinks the cat is a girl. Keeping the cat in his hands, he stands up and walks back into the castle, straight to your dorm.

“Yeah? Come in!” you shout from your bed when you hear the knock on your door, then sit up with a book in your hands.

“Hey, it’s me” Theo smiles at you gently, after he closes the door behind him.

“What’s up, Theo?” you tilt your head with a confused expression, seeing his nervous look.

Theo starts biting his lip, then he takes out the cat under his robe, watching your reaction. Your eyes widen in shock while you jump up from the bed, and approach Theo and that little baby.

“It's a girl,” Theo says softly.

“Wh-What? How? From where?” you start to caress her. She purrs under your touch, wanting to climb over to your hands, and he lets the kittie to you.

“I know a place that’s full of stray cats,” he smiles with an amazed look.

You put - now - your baby on your bed and hug Theo tightly, holding into his robe, because he’s the one who can make you smile anytime, even when you’re at your worst. You start to sob and then burst out in a heavy cry.

“Y/N? Did I do something wrong?” he gently pushes you away and puts one hand on your cheek, wiping away your tears.

“No, of course not. It’s just.. no one did something this big to me, but.. how did you know? It’s my biggest dream,” you mutter the last line.

“I found your notebook and I swear I wanted to give it back, but something made me keep it and read it and-”

“What?!” you cut him off “You read my notebook which is actually my diary?” you step back from him.

“I swear i didn’t wanted to, Y/N, please..” his voice cracks.

“No, Theo! Those are my personal thoughts and feelings, you just read everything! You read me!” you say hysterically.

How could he do this to you? You thought he was your best boy friend, he was always by your side. He got your back when the others couldn’t do it. He saved you from many detentions and...

“Why did you bring her to me?” you ask quietly.

“Because-” the words stuck in Theo’s throat, as he is staring into your soul. His greyish-blue eyes are full of fear and guilt. “Because I love you Y/N” he looks away, fidgeting with his fingers.

“Wha-” you gasp and look at the kittie who’s watching you two maybe with curiosity in her eyes.

“I love you Y/N! I‘ve loved you since fourth year!” he bursts out when you’re still silent.

“Why? Why didn’t you say something?” you shake your head in disbelief.

“Would it have meant anything?” he swallows, looking into your eyes.

“You said you read my notebook, Theo! What the fuck are you thinking about my poems where I wrote about love? Didn’t you notice all of them about you?” your face becomes pale when you realize you have just admitted your feelings for him.

“They looked like they were all about Mattheo” he bites his lip nervously. “He loves to smoke, mostly when I light his cig./Why didn’t he notice that’s the only spark I can give him?” these two lines are burnt into his mind. You’re smiling now. He's noted two lines from your favourite poem. Fun fact; these lines are your favourites too.

“I always light your cig last. Because you always light mine with yours,” you sigh. “And I'm always next to you, Theo because I feel safe when you’re around, and when I’m with you it feels like home,” you step closer to him and take his hand, stroking it with your thumb.

“I never noticed it,” he says quietly, squeezing your hand a little.

“I love you too, Theo. And Apollonia means a lot to me,” you smile and kiss his cheek, right after that he blushes

“I love you, Y/N. I mean it. But who’s Apollonia?” he looks at you with a confused expression.

“The kittie” you roll your eyes with a smile.

Theo takes his chance and slides his hand on your cheek. He leans closer and when he gently presses his lips to yours, you immediately kiss him back. He brushes your lip with his tongue, begging for permission to meet your tongue for a sweet, slow dance, which you quickly give to him. In this kiss, you two are going through every sweet moment, every shared cig, the pain that you caused each other while staying silent about your feelings and the love that you two feel.

He leans his forehead to yours with a sweet smile.

“I’m only yours Cara Mia, and I’ll do everything I can to make you happy” he kisses your forehead.

You smile at him and gently pull him to your bed, where Apollonia is curled up, asleep. You two are just cuddling and talking about the signs that the other didn’t notice.

[murdockcastleslut]

lex's fall specials

these are the people i write for so just send one of the prompts and a character and i'll repsond!

pumpkin spice latte (with oatmilk) - 18+ only, send in your spicy thoughts about anyone and i'll add on.

apple cider donuts - send in a character and i'll tell you what i think they'd order from a cafe.

chai latte - i'll cast my mutuals as anything you send in.

maple apple turnovers - send in some fluffy thought about anyone and i'll add on.

pecan cold brew - send in a fall idea and a character and i will make you a smau based off it!

caramel apple pie - send in a character and i'll tell you their favorite fall time movie!

cinnamon latte - send in a character and i'll give you a headcannon! *if you want a nfsw head cannon pls specify and you must be 18+*

pumpkin spice bread - 18+ fuck, marry, kiss

tagging some mutuals i believe would be interested: @kimoralov3 @arkofblake @ivysprophecy @ellebellebarnes @clara-b0w

[lexi-howards]

i truly believe that kiara was supposed to be the one pregnant and not sarah (before the writers had to change the script because of #that man). it just would’ve made more sense because she, like her mother, would’ve gotten pregnant by a pogue, and it could’ve lead to some character development for kie and create a new storyline with her parents. it would’ve low-key been a full circle moment and a good plot point too.

[i-love-ptv]

Masterlist! ༺☆༻

(new masterlist, fully updated!)

Pure Fluff - 🫀

Fluff - 🤍

Mild - 🩶

Filth - 🖤

Angst - 🌪️

Felix Catton - Saltburn

• He Loves My Heart-Shaped Sunglasses 🤍🖤

• My Eyes Are Wide Like Cherry Pies 🤍🩶

• Pretty When You Cry 🤍🩶

• High By the Beach 🤍🩶

• Mini Blurb 🫀

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JJ Maybank - OBX

• I’m Crying While I’m Cummin’ 🤍🩶

• (Coco) Nuts For You 🤍

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Pope Heyward - OBX

• All Mine, All Mine 🤍🩶

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Rafe Cameron - OBX

• Please Don’t Think I’m Insecure 🌪️

• Stacy’s Mom Has Got It Goin On 🤍

• Busted and Blue 🤍🌪️

• Linger 🫀🌪️

• Playing Dangerous 🖤

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Sarah Cameron - OBX

• “Lana How I Hate Those Guys” 🌪️

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Kiara Carrera - OBX

• Melting 🤍

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Steve Harrington - Stranger Things

• You Know Me.. 🫀