#kiara carrera x fem reader

[dramagodesss]

lotus

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You’re not supposed to be the one Kiara falls for.

She tells herself this the first night you show up at the Chateau, tracking sand through the kitchen and grinning like you’ve been here forever. She tells herself again the first time you both fall asleep on the couch, shoulders touching, her fingers twitching toward yours and pulling back like it burned.

And she tells herself for real the night Pope calls you "a good addition to the group" and she pretends that doesn't make her stomach twist.

You aren’t supposed to be her person. You’re not part of the plan.

But then summer drags on like honey, slow and sticky. And somehow you’re always there. Fixing her surfboard. Sharing fries in the back of the Wreck. Sitting next to her during storms like you don’t even notice she’s shaking a little.

She doesn’t remember the moment it shifted. Just that it did.

Maybe it was the day you helped her clean out that abandoned shack by the marsh, and she caught you gently moving a dead dragonfly so it wouldn’t get crushed under your boot.

“Kindness matters. Even when no one is watching. Even when something is already gone.” you said with a shrug.

She looked away like it wasn’t the most beautiful thing she’d heard in months.

The lotus flowers happen after that.

You’re sitting on the hood of your truck, parked half off the road near the dunes, passing a joint back and forth, sharing quiet like it’s something sacred. She reaches into her bag and hands you something wrapped in crumpled napkins.

“Here,” she says, eyes not quite meeting yours.

You unwrap it. A few small lotus blooms — delicate, imperfect, stolen from the pond near her mom’s yoga retreat.

“For me?” you ask, teasing.

“For you,” she says, dead serious.

You blink.

“They’re, uh, symbolic or whatever,” she adds quickly, looking away. “Growth. Awakening. People only give them to people who actually mean something. I don’t know why I did it. I just—felt like you should have them.”

You sit in that silence, her confession dangling in the air between you like a challenge.

And then you say, “I’m not gonna waste your time, Kiara.”

She finally looks at you.

You’re closer than either of you realized. Her breath catches. Your fingers brush.

“I think…” she starts, then laughs under her breath. “I feel like you are the one”

You smile. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You kiss her — soft and slow, like you’ve both been waiting to exhale. She tastes like salt and smoke and something warmer underneath.

And in that moment, you know: you were never just part of the group.

You were always hers.

a/n: CATALANIZING MY READERS AS I SHOULDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD 👏👏👏👏👏👏

[thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles]

One Drunken Kiss

best friend!Kiara Carrera x fem!reader x boyfriend!JJ Maybank

Warnings: swearing, Y/n is the bad guy at one point, cheating, talking about cheating, angsttttt, a couple arguments, excuse any errors I'm sick

WC: 1k

“I mean, c’mon, Kie, you can’t possibly think that Beyonce’s better than Zendaya? They’re from completely different backgrounds--”

“That’s not what I said! I said that I like Beyonce’s music better--”

“Which is stupid as hell--”

“Lemonade is way better than whatever Zendaya wrote for that bullshit Euphoria show--”

“And I’m telling you to listen to Zendaya, the album!”

Everything goes black for Kie as Sarah continues to argue her case, her smile evident in her voice.

“Guess who!” A low voice says in Kie’s ear, and she shivers.

“Sounds like JJ, but his hands aren’t this soft.”

“Excuse you--” JJ protests from somewhere on Kie’s left.

“They’re not, Jayj, and you know it. It’s Y/n, obviously. I mean, JJ, you smell like gasoline and weed. Y/n smells like coconut and salt water. And weed, a little bit.”

The hands come off her eyes and Kie blinks against the sunlight that glows across the marsh.

Y/n slides into her peripheral vision, stealing whatever beauty Kie had seen in the marsh as her eyes glow in the reflected light. 

“God, I’ll never get used to how pretty this is,” She sighs, a small smile gracing her lips.

“And I’ll never get used to how pretty you look when you’re out here,” JJ said, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. “This doesn’t even compare to you, babe,” He pressed a teasing kiss to the junction of her neck and shoulder. 

Y/n, usually into JJ’s cheesy lines, squirmed away putting a hand on his chest and creating space between them.

Then she leaned in and whispered something, to which he frowned.

“Jesus. They’re fighting again,” Sarah mumbles. “They really just need to give it up.”

“They’re fighting?” Kie asks. “Again?”

“Yeah. Happens all the time. She used to be super into JJ’s clinginess, but I think she’s worried about hurting the rest of the group if they break up.”

“Since when are they having issues?”

“Since JJ got into that stupid fight with Rafe, you know, when they sunk Top’s boat.”

“Oh my God, really? That long?”

“I know. She only told me about it a couple days ago. She hates that he always starts fights with the kooks and shit, you know? Between you and me,” Sarah looked back at Kie. “I think she likes someone else. But you can’t tell you hadn’t noticed that his hundred-watt smile is down to seventy-five watts recently, Kie.”

“I mean… I guess I noticed,” Kie shrugged.

“Don’t you like JJ?” Kie wrinkled her nose and tried her best to play it off as yes, I do, but don’t tell anyone!

“What? No, I mean, he’s Y/n's boyfriend, and I’m not gonna… you know.”

Sarah grinned. “Yeah, I know. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”

---

Later that night, after smoking beers and drinking weed, Kie lay curled up on the couch, nearly asleep when the floorboard creaked.

Kie turned over and registered a hooded figure before she screamed.

“No, no, Kie, shh! It’s me, Y/n's!” She clicked on the light, and it was, in fact, Y/n, with a blanket engulfing her from head to toe.

“Jesus Christ, Y/n, you scared me!”

“Really? I couldn’t tell from your scream.”

Kie rolled her eyes.

“Right, sorry. Um, can I sleep out here? Just, like, in the chair?”

Kie scrunched her nose. “Sure? I mean, you’re just as entitled to this space as I am.”

“Right, yeah. Just checkin’.”

After a few moments of uncomfortable settling and silence, Kie looked at Y/n, whose neck was bent at a strange angle as she attempted to sleep upright.

“You can sleep over here, you know.”

“No, it’s okay--”

“Seriously, get your ass over here and tell me why you didn’t want to share with JJ.”

“Okay, fine,” Y/n moved from the chair to the pull-out and Kie faced her.

“So…?”

“It’s nothing, really.”

“Bullshit.”

“Whatever! I just… I don’t want to hurt him, Kie. I love him, you know I do, but I’m scared.”

“Scared you’ll break his heart?”

“Something like that. I was worried I’d sound conceited.”

Kie grinned in the dark. “He’s a big boy, Y/n. If you’re in a relationship you don’t want to be in, then leave it.”

Y/n nodded. “You’re right.”

“I know, dumbass.”

They lay there, eyes locked on the others as their soft breathing filled the room.

The AC kicked on, blowing a piece of Kiara’s hair into her eyes. Y/n reached out and brushed it away, her fingers trailing down Kie’s cheekbone and across her jaw.

Kie swallowed hard as Y/n's fingertips slipped around the back of her neck, causing Kie’s entire body to erupt in goosebumps.

Kie could feel Y/n's warm breath against her lips seconds before they were pressed against hers, soft and sweet.

The kiss was over at soon as it began, and then the bed springs protested as Y/n got up, footsteps echoing does the hallway. Kie could barely hear the door click as she touched her lips.

--- “I’m saying that I’m not just going to stand by while you cheat on me--”

“I’m not fucking cheating on you!”

“I know you kissed someone else!”

“One drunken kiss--”

“Is still a goddamn kiss, Y/n!”

“Jesus, J, are you really that insecure?”

“Are you fucking joking? I’m not insecure, you just admitted to kissing someone who wasn’t me!”

“I just told you it was an accident, J--”

“You don’t just accidentally kiss your best friend, Y/n!”

“You’re talking about Kie?”

“Of course I’m talking about Kie. You went out, kissed her, and came slithering back like nothing happened.”

“She doesn’t mean anything to me, JJ, not in a romantic sense. You’re the only one for me, I promise.” Her hands slid up his biceps and wound around his neck.

“Yeah? Well, you’re not the one for me. I’m done,” JJ took her wrists, unwound her arms, and pushed her back, turning away. “I… I really loved you, you know? And you treated me, and everything I ever gave you, like shit. And don’t pretend you didn’t. You’re not the victim here.”

[mayanneaa]

hits different - ᴊᴊ ᴍᴀʏʙᴀɴᴋ.

PAIRING : jj maybank x ex!reader

SUMMARY : jj broke up with you two months ago, but this one party makes him truly realize what he’s done.

WARNING(S) : swearing, jealous and super drunk jj, a little angst, fluff, minimal use of y/n (like once), might have some grammar errors, english is not my first language

A/N : first fic on here heheh obv inspired by 'hits different' by taylor swift. i recommend listening to it while reading :) dividers by @roseraris !! not proofread dont kill me

WC : 1.7k

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After a fourth beer, the party got too loud and the lights too bright. Normally, in a moment like this, he would run to you, wrap his arms around you, and inhale your sweet, calming scent. Just as he’s about to do it, the realization hits him like one of the waves nearby.

You aren’t together anymore.

He sharply inhales and looks around. His vision is softly spinning, but it’s no problem for him. JJ spots you in a second. With another boy.

You two are just talking. You don’t even know this guy, he came up to you to ask about something so random it got lost in your chat long ago. You give him one of those kind smiles, and JJ feels his fists clench. “Fuck.”

The music changes. As if he wasn’t already miserable, the speakers let out the first notes of your song. The one he first kissed you to. The one you two always played, alone at the chateau dancing on the back porch.

The memories flood his mind, and he can’t take it anymore. Jj feels his heartbeat loud in his ears, and he wants to leave. To go to any of the pogues, or, even better, drive away in the Twinkie. But his eyes cannot move from your face, and his legs just don’t work.

It baffles him. Not once in his life, he couldn’t move on. But this time, with you, it's different. It hits different.

You finally catch him. The guy is still talking to you, but your attention is on the other side of the beach. Before you can interrupt, you see John B. coming up to JJ. He tells him something, grabs his arm, and leads his best friend somewhere. You feel your heart sink. “Are you okay?” you hear the guy ask, making you turn your head.

“I’m so sorry, I have to go,” you quickly say, leaving him alone. You have to find JJ.

“Dude, stop this shit right now,” John B.’s holding the steering wheel, making his way to the Chateau. JJ's taken the passenger seat, shoulders slumped, and he runs his hand through the blonde strands.

"Yeah, easy for you to talk." he snarls, "You and Sarah are all happy together, you don't know how it's like-"

"I don't know because I don't just randomly break up with my girl over a bad day I had." John B. cuts him off and lets out a deep sigh. "JJ, you should talk to her. Everyone's done. You are constantly miserable."

JJ doesn't say anything. The words hit him like a slap, unnecessarily hurtful. Outside the window he sees the familiar place - they are at the Chateau.

"Get some rest, okay?" John B opens the door and helps JJ get in the house. "Call me in case something happens."

The blonde nods his head and plops on the couch, legs stretched out. Minutes pass, and he finds himself whispering your name, over and over again, as if he's scared he'll forget it.

His mind still replays that cold May night.

You two agreed to meet at the dock. The wind softly overflowed your face as you were waiting for him. When he finally came, you felt something was wrong. His usual smile was gone, and he didn't even look at you. You hugged yourself in your hoodie, "JJ? Is everything alright?"

He let out a shaky breath, leaning over the railings. "I think we should break up."

You blinked in surprise, your heart feeling heavy. "What?"

Your voice sounded smaller than you intended. You reached out for his hand, your own shaking.

"It will be better for both of us." JJ dismissively said, swallowing hard. A shiver ran down his body, and his throat tightened, but he brushed it off.

You felt so much hitting you. Tears burned under your eyelids, and anger started to bubble up. Did you do something? Or maybe he just decided you weren't good enough for him anymore?

"No," you whispered at first, but your voice was growing louder, "You don't get to just... just decide on my behalf!"

The moonlight fell on his face, and you tried to find any answers in his eyes. He stiffened, shaking his head before he repeated, "It will be better if we end it now."

You opened your mouth, but not a word came out. The tears threatening to fall finally flooded your face, a quiet scoff escaping your lips. "I can't believe this. This is how much it meant for you?"

You were met with silence. The atmosphere on the dock could be cut with a knife, and you couldn't just stand here. Before you registered it, your legs led you down, far from your boy- well... ex-boyfriend. JJ's eyes followed your every step. He wanted to run after you, to wrap you in his arms and never let you go. But he didn't.

It wasn't just a one-day whim he had. It stuck with him ever since you two decided to make it official. It grew with every late night you spent not on something you like, but on cleaning him up after another fight. You didn’t say anything—but he knew. He knew that sooner or later, it will be too much. He will be too much to handle.

The sweetest girl walking on the earth, a literal angel and him. A failure, a Pogue whose fate it was to end up just like his father—always drunk, always angry.

His heart ached at this thought. You had so many opportunities, and if you decided to let it go because of him, he would never forgive himself.

Breaking up before he got even more attached was for the better. It had to be. Right?

JJ doesn’t know how long he’s been lying like this. His breathing is now steady and slow, and he has to remind himself to breath in again.

He closes his eyes, but can’t escape you. The memories come fast—not giving him much time for defense.

Your face. Always in the sun, glowing as if you were a goddess. The lips glossed from the cherries you’ve been eating. Your eyes, the creases forming in the corners almost constantly from smiling.

Your touch. All these quick brushes, the way you traced your soft fingertips over his forearm every time you sat nearby. The long, tight hugs during which JJ’s hands wrapped your waist, him hungrily inhaling your perfume.

His breath hitches. Is it truly the best this way?

Before he can answer, the quiet crack of a key opens the door. He darts up and immediately regrets it, as the whole room starts spinning.

“JJ?” he hears a soft whisper, and his heart skips a beat.

The warm lights of the Chateau reveal your face. He feels the heat rising to his cheeks, “What are you doing here?”

His voice is quiet, almost as if he’s scared you’ll disappear. You step closer, with a cautiousness that kills something inside him. He avoids your gaze, staring at the suddenly interesting floor.

“You’re not doing great, huh?” you say, but there’s no mockery or anger in your voice. There’s just… worry.

JJ turns around on his heels and sits down on couch, fearing that if he stands for a minute longer, he might just fall. He runs a hand through his hair, a habit that intensified over the two months.

“Stop it, Y/N.” he finally replies looking at you for the first time. The light reflects of his watery eyes, and his voice breaks when he continues, “Go back to the party and your new stupid little boyfriend.”

Your eyes widen. “Are you fussing over me talking to a guy after you broke up with me?”

JJ shakes his head, looking at the floor again, “Doesn’t matter. Not anymore, I guess. You really should go—”

“Why did you end this?”

The question feels like an arrow through his heart. You’re standing with your hands crossed, not planning on going anywhere. “Why, J? We were happy. Did I do something…?”

“It wasn’t you.” In the response, he hears a snort.

Your gaze is heavy, with your eyebrows arched up. “Classic. Then what was it, JJ?” The tone of your voice is pushing, and you don’t even try to control it, “What happened that you decided to just leave me?”

“I was scared!” he snaps before he can think of anything better to say. “How do you imagine it? You… you can’t suffer with me forever. It’ll break you one day and—”

“JJ.”

The way you say his name pulls him out of the spiral. It slips off your tongue smoothly, just like it used to. You grip his arm, and JJ forgets what he was even talking about.

“You don’t get to make this decision without talking to me. Did you ever asked me how I feel about this?”

A blush creeps up on his cheeks, and whether you want it or not, the corners of your lips rise.

He tries to make any sense, the tears dangerously close to falling. “I mean— You deserve someone better. Someone who will keep you safe and… I’m not that person. And I don’t think I’ll ever be.”

You sigh. “Maybe. But I don’t want anyone better, baby. I want you. That’s my decision.”

With these words, with what you called him, his walls crash. You pull him closer, your bodies touching and he can’t take it anymore. JJ lets out a muffled sob into the crook of your neck, gripping you like he’s never letting you go.

Your fingers find their way up to his hair, running through the golden strands as he’s shaking.

“I’m sorry.” he whispers, his voice barely audible. “I’m so sorry. So sorry—”

“Shhh,” You draw small circles on his back, and his breath slows down after some time. “We will talk about it tomorrow, ’kay? You’re super drunk right now.”

“Promise you won’t leave.” JJ sniffles, the tip of his nose pink. You giggle, but he pulls away to look at you, a serious expression on his face. “I’m not joking! Promise me you’ll still be here in the morning. Please.”

You gently squeeze his shaking hand and can’t help but smile. “I promise.”

[slutstarkey]

| just between us ᥫ᭡

rafe cameron x maybank!twin sister reader

a/n: the bday part is loosely based on what we know about s5 so far :D

warnings: plotted murder

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏~♡

it had been two months since your brother was murdered. murdered in cold blood by his own father, your father. you’ll never get over it and you’d never forget the image of kiara lying over his lifeless, cold body.

his death had come as a shock to you all. he was the glue of the group and he would’ve done anything for you guys. jj was more than a friend. he was everything you could’ve ever asked for in a brother.

you could never seem to shake the feeling of losing him, though. it drove you crazy that he wasn’t here. he was supposed to be here in the outer banks with his best friends living life to the fullest. you put on a good persona. kiara might’ve even been handling this better than you ever could.

you came home to the outer banks to nothing. kiara’s parents opened up their home to the pogues. you never really thought that would ever happen but here you were, living a little bit of the kook life. it was nice, you had to admit.

but no matter how nice things got, you wanted revenge and you knew the perfect person to help you. rafe cameron. rafe had a soft spot for you, for reasons you’d never understand but it worked to your advantage.

you two had been having secret meetings for weeks now, plotting your next move. it was scary and you certainly didn’t like this side of yourself but it was for jj. you’d do anything for him, even if it meant murder.

today was sarah’s birthday. john b had taken her out on the boat so you, kiara, pope, and cleo, could decorate the house and surprise her.

you hung up the final decoration and stood back to admire it. “it’s perfect.” you say, pope and cleo agree.

kiara was in the kitchen mixing up a cake. it was messy but it was the thought that counts. it was a small, red velvet cake covered in pink frosting.

finally, kiara finishes the cake when john b calls, saying he can’t keep sarah entertained any longer. you giggle as you hang up the phone.

minutes go by and footsteps are approaching the front door, “shh, get down!” cleo whisper-yells, motioning us to get in our places.

soon the door opens and in walks sarah and john b, “surprise!” you all shouted, jumping up. sarah gasps, almost falling backwards into john b, “you guys!” she gushes admiring the pink balloons and party decorations.

you rush to give her a big hug, the others following suit. you pull away from the hug, now turning it into a side hug, “happy birthday!” i say, squeezing her hip.

you guide her to the dining table to see her cake. sarah smiles, “made by yours truly!” kiara says, doing a little twirl.

this is the happiest you’ve been in awhile. you finally felt at peace again with the world. and although jj wasn’t here, you knew deep down he was watching with a smile and he was proud of the progress you all have made.

“let’s sing!” john b hollers, pulling out a chair for sarah. she sits down and you pull out your phone to begin recording the birthday girl.

your recording got cut off by a phone call. a phone call from rafe, that is. you quickly slid your phone in your back pocket, in hopes pope and cleo, who were standing beside you, wouldn’t see.

the song finished and you all clapped and cheered for sarah as she blew out her candles. kiara began cutting the cake with john b helping plate the slices.

“guys, i’ll be right back.” you excused yourself outside to return the call. you stood on the porch, phone to your ear and hand on your hip, waiting for rafe to pick up. the phone keeps ringing, “c’mon rafe.” i mumble, and on the final ring he picks up.

“hey, sweetheart.” he says, smirk plastered across his face. “hi.” i say back. “you got plans tonight?” he asks, his voice loud through the phone. “well, it’s your sisters birthday so i’m with her.” you say, teasingly because you knew he forgot. “shit.” he sighs, dragging the i. you chuckle, “what did you want?” you ask. “jus’ wanted to see if you wanted to come over tonight. got us a new bottle of whiskey.” he says and you can hear the shyness is his voice. “yeah, i’ll be over,” you say, just loud enough for rafe to hear, “i’ll see ya then.” i finish and rafe hums in agreement.

you hung up the phone and stood there thinking to yourself. was this wrong? you and rafe had a strange connection that neither of you could quite make out. but whatever this connection was, you didn’t mind it. you felt safe around him, in a sense. after ward passed, rafe changed. rafe took on this new persona of what a man really was.

no one knew about these late night meetings or downed bottles of whiskey and you both would rather keep it that way. the pogues would lose their minds if they knew about this.

you walked back into the house, phone hidden in your pocket. smiling as you enter the dining room, kiara says, “saved you a slice!” motioning to the plate and the seat beside her. you sit beside her and dig in.

a few hours had passed now and you were all sat on the porch with beers in your hands, sarah with a water. you talked and laughed for hours and it felt nice. although, it felt strange to not have jj there cracking jokes every second. but you knew he would’ve loved this, celebrating a special day with his friends.

it was getting late and you just wanted to go see rafe. you shifted in your seat, faking a yawn.

“i’m pretty tired, i think i’m gonna head to bed.” you lie, standing up from the patio chair. “g’night.” they all sleepily mumbled.

“happy birthday, sarah.” i whisper, bending down to wrap the girl in a hug.

with that, you walk inside and into the bedroom kiaras parents so kindly offered you. you slid your sandals on and made your way back downstairs to sneak out the back door. you stopped at the bottom of the steps, looking out at the pogues on the porch. you felt a twinge of regret in the pit of your stomach but you left anyway.

you walked out the back door, tote bag on your shoulder. you made your way down the dimly lit streets to tannyhill. the walk wasn’t long as kiara and sarah grew up just blocks from each other. it was peaceful. walking along the water, seeing all the boats scattered about.

you arrived at tannyhill and went in the way you always do. the back door, because no one, and you mean absolutely no one could know about this. you go upstairs and through the master bedroom, onto the balcony where and you rafe typically met up.

you open the door and rafe turns his head to you, “hey.” he smirks. he begins pouring you a glass of the new whiskey bottle he just bought earlier that day. “hi.” you greet, setting your bag down on the ground next to the couch.

rafe pats the seat next to him in which you gladly take. taking the glass in hand, you take a sip. “mhm,” you hum at the taste, “s’ good.” you wipe a small drop of it off your bottom lip. rafe nods in agreement.

silence overcame the two of you but it was comfortable. you looked out at the water and the palms trees swaying peacefully in the windy night, the moon and stars being the only source of light.

finally, rafe speaks, “i did it.” he says. you shoot your gaze towards rafe, “what?” you question, eyebrows furrowed, because that statement could’ve meant anything when it came to rafe. “i killed him.” he whispers and turns to look you in the eyes.

this is what you two had been planning all along but hearing those words from rafes mouth almost seemed foreign. you don’t know why you were shocked when this was what you wanted.

“are you serious?” you set the glass down, now sitting more upright. rafe chuckles, not an ounce of remorse in his blood, “as serious as it gets, sweetheart.” he knew that nickname won you over everytime he used it.

you stood up, your head starting to feel hazy. you walk over to the balcony railing and lean against it. rafe follows you, placing his hand on the small of your back, “hey, hey, this is what you wanted, right? he asks, reassuringly. you turn to face him, rafe’s hand now sliding to your hip. “yeah, i mean, it is,” you shrug, “just thought we were doing it together.” you say, looking deep into his eyes. rafe stands still, confused.

“i just, i can’t lose you, rafe.” you feel tears forming in your eyes, threatening to spill. his facial expression softened. he knew you already lost the one person in your life you could go to about anything and you didn’t want him to be the next.

rafe was your comfort person in the sense that you could tell him your deepest and darkest thoughts or secrets and you’d never feel judged because nine times out of ten, he had already done worse.

you had never let your guard down like that in front of rafe. you never let him know just how much you actually cared for him so you standing here in front of him, tears staining your cheeks, came as a shock to him.

rafe finally realized what was happening and wrapped you up in his arms. you fell right into his chest, your tears now staining his shirt. his chin was rest upon your head, thumb caressing your shoulder.

“i’m not going anywhere.” he whispers, sending chills down your spine. you felt the built up tension slowly go away and you melted into him.

a loud clap of thunder echoed through the air causing you to jump. rafes grip on your waist tightens. this feeling you felt form in the pit of your stomach was new and unfamiliar. he looked more handsome then ever with the way the moonlight was reflecting off his skin and the way his polo shirt hugged his biceps just right.

you two stood there, fixated on one another, faces inches apart. you were so close that you could feel each others breath against your skin.

without anymore hesitation, you closed the space between you. it felt magical and warm. it was the kind of kiss that made time stop. nothing moved but the two of you. you kissed him like you’d never get another chance to. rafe’s hand made its way to your neck, thumb caressing your collarbone. you sigh against his lips and pull away, breathless. he longs for more, following your lips, placing one more peck to them. you smile.

“rafe,” you place your hands upon his chest, “yeah?” he smirks, squeezing your hips and pulling you flush against him. “kiss me again.” you look at him through your eyelashes. he leans down, pressing his lips against yours. your lips moved in synchronicity as he kissed you like you’d always hoped he would. your hands roamed all over each others bodies, taking in every inch of each other. rafe groans into the kiss, pulling you closer as if that was even possible.

pulling away for air, forehead rested against his, “i love you.” you breath out, bottom lips touching. rafe plants another kiss to your lips, you hum against his lips, “i love you, too.” he says, thumb caressing your cheek.

you melted under his touch, leaning into his palm. he places a kiss on your forehead, pulling you into a hug, chin rested upon your head.

you wrapped your arms tightly around him, sighing contently.

all the times you felt guilty and selfish for spending late nights with rafe, suddenly you didn’t feel too bad about it all. this what you needed. standing here, wrapped in his arms was a sign that there’s always light at the end of the tunnel. he was your person.

“you know we have to keep this between us, right?” you say, looking up at him.

“just between us.”

[hissweetest]

boyfriend!john b is a biter!!! doesn’t matter if it’s during a make out or if you guys are just sitting in each others company. he will bite!!

you two were in the chateau on the couch. everyone seemed to be away today, but out of danger. so perfect opportunity to make out, right?

your hands connected at the back of his head while his hands cupped your cheeks. he was laying on top of you, slowly trailing his kisses away from your mouth and onto your neck. you closed your eyes and leaned your head back, fingers running through his hair.

you were lost in the utter bliss of the feeling. you didn’t know making out could actually feel good until you did it with john b. your thoughts were quickly drawn from your mind when you felt a slightly painful pinch followed by a wet kiss. you tilted your head back up and pushed his head up to meet your gaze.

“did you— did you just bite me?” your words came out through giggles. he didn’t answer for a moment, he kissed your jaw and hummed.

“maybe”

his tone was smug and it only made you wanna laugh more. you couldn’t tell if what he just did was cute or if you were just in the heat of the moment.

no, it was definitely cute. attractive, even. sloppy kisses began to pepper your skin again, the occasional pinch of his teeth and the soothe of his tongue after.

you were so obsessed with him it was insane. it kinda made you wanna bite him back.

[melodymissworld]

K4L / RAFE C. 18+

Summary: like Kiara’s devotion to the environment or whatever the fuck she does, Rafe was down to earth for your body no matter how insecure you felt about your weight.

Tags: body insecurity, intense anxiety, judgment, pathetic!Rafe — (brief segment of oral sex, overstimulation, and praise).

Polished, shiny, and fuckin’ new; that’s all the attributes that he hated in the girls that were picking on you.

The feud began on a regular Tuesday night. You and Rafe were currently attending a frat party that was hosted by his friend, Topper. You withheld a certain distaste for the Kook, because you thought he was an S-tier asshole towards Sarah. True looks won’t show unless he’s hidden behind the shadows.

You were originally sitting next to Rafe on a brown leather couch. Surrounded by a group of Kooks, there were a plethora of drugs and alcohol to go around. You stared at the reflected cocaine that wasn’t-so neatly smeared on the coffee table. By the time you lifted your red solo cup to your lips, nothing poured into your mouth.

“Oh,” you blinked and retracted your cup from your face. You glimpsed inside of the cup, and there wasn’t a single droplet of liquid in sight. It was empty.

Rafe hears your mutter and turned his head around. The once-arrogant expression on his face left and is replaced with quiet concern. He leans over to your side. “You okay, babe?” His tone was hush.

“Yeah... I’m okay. I think I’m gonna get another drink,” you insinuated.

His hand reaches over to curl your hair behind your ear. “Do you want me to get it for you…?” His eyes flickered over your face. You shook his head from his offer. “Mm-mm. I’m fine, thank you.”

Satisfied with your answer, he hums. “Mhm? Yeah? Alright.” Rafe tucked his head down to pepper a few kisses on your neck, sending mild shivers down your spine.

In the kitchen, it didn’t have to take a genius to figure out that someone was eyeing you. And not in a friendly manner.

You first poured alcohol into your cup. Not too much since you weren’t in the mood to getting wasted, but Rafe’s? Almost to the cup’s brim, specially branded. While you were minding your own business, Jessica eyed you, she leaned over to her friend and mutters, “It looks like Y/N blew up like a ballon over the summer.” The comment made both the girls giggle and if it wasn’t worse enough, you were standing right beside them. It wasn’t like they were trying to hide their revulsion against you, anyways.

Their words made your stomach clench.

You were a full-on, born and raised Kook. You’ve emotionally dealt with numerous situations related to your appearance - ranging from the academy to parties - you should’ve been lashing towards their belittlement by now. The behavior wasn’t cute, and yet was totally normalized by your community.

So why, when this time, it bothered you so much?

Your mind repeated their words over and over like a never-ending record player. Your consciousness prickled at the fact that your sweater felt too hot on your skin, or the throat tightening that restricts your air at its own will without your say. You could not ask or confront the girls as anxiety had molded your feet into heavy stone, and your other limbs were no different. There is no plea when your past rewinds itself in your heart, and you remember. You remember everything, down to the definitive speck, and for the first time in forever, you couldn’t breathe.

I don’t deserve Rafe. Why did he choose me? Tears blurred your vision from the haunting sentiment. To even think about him, holding another girl’s waist and gazing upon her face with adoring eyes — oh, it made your heart burn aflame. Like a river, the insecurities you thought you eradicated from whatever healing progress you went through was thrown out and is deemed as useless. Completely and utterly useless, and the unnecessary fear that ran deep throughout your bones had skinned your guarded confidence until your skeleton was bare for everyone’s eyes to witness.

You needed to leave. And by instinct, you were already leaving house with their malicious words ringing in your ears.

You weren’t answering his calls.

You were curled up in your bed with the same party clothes you wore from earlier, staring at nothing but your window. You felt like a dead fish waiting for something to disintegrate you into the sand. You didn’t feel well, and your phone continued to buzz on your bed sheets.

You knew that you should’ve picked up his calls, and yet, the guilt had settled on your chest.

By the time it strikes 15 minutes, the buzzing stopped.

Every sound bounced in between the silence. A small exhale retracted from your mouth, and you turned your head to bury your face into your pillows.

But as you were least expecting, there was a subtle sound of a car rearing into your house’s driveway. At first, you thought it was your parents coming home, but there was no possible way, because they were currently on their honeymoon vacation.

And then, the puzzle pieces clicked together.

“Are you stupid?” He angrily clenched his jaw tight.

“What?” You lifted your head up from surprise. In the five minutes of your conversation with Rafe, that was the last thing you expected him to say.

He frowns and processes a deep crease between his eyebrows. “Why, in any case, would you believe them?” His question exasperated true confusion. “You’re drilling their unreasonable words into your pretty little head, sweetheart.”

“I’m not dumb, it’s just…” your eyes flickered away for a semblance answer. You pursed your lips and sniffles, wiping your tears away from your cheeks. “…if I’m going to be honest, it’s tough when I can’t be the ideal girlfriend that everyone expects me to be. Sometimes, I just think ‘oh, I’m not skinny enough,’ or ‘that girl looks prettier than me, why can’t I be like her?’ When you see me and think I’m okay, I’m really, really not Rafe.” You could feel the tip of your nose growing warm and your bottom lip trembled. “I haven’t… felt like myself in awhile. My self-esteem feels so shit and I can’t—… I just can’t…” you softly shook your head and bowed your head down to hide your face. You were scared for his response. You were uncertain if he’ll scoff at your true admissions and dismiss your feelings, or—

“Hey- hey, hey, no. Look at me.” His fingers brushed underneath your chin and he gently made you look up, his worried eyes piercing down at your face. “I— Y/N. I don’t give a single fuck of what those bitches are sayin’ about you, or, or if they think you’re fat.” His hand motioned beside his head, a lingering habit he does when he’s trying to accumulate his words, and his eyes stuttered a blink. “You matter to me, alright? Not Jessica, not Brittney, but me,” he harshly emphasizes his words. “All me. Fuck of what they have to say; they can blab their mouths all they want, but every crevice of your skin, of you, haunts my head daily and— and there were so many nights where I couldn’t sleep because I craved for you, baby, nothing else.” He shakily exhales as he licked his dried lips, letting your face go to run his hands through his hair.

You were completely enamored from his sudden outburst and your jaw dropped, unable to formulate any coherent response. The anxiety that had once viciously clawed your chest is now gone and from hearing his reassurance, his words soothed the suffocating voices in your head.

“I- I…” your eyes flickered away as you tried to search for an answer. You were unable to when he lifts your hand to his cheek. “Please,” his whisper trailed in a breathless croak and he trails your fingers down his face, brushing your knuckles against his warm lips. “Please, please, please, just let me show how much you mean to me, baby. You drive me insane.” He lowly croaked.

His head didn’t let up. You were desperately gasping for air, and he continued.

“Y’so pretty for me, doll.” He moans a muffled mumble between your thighs and he couldn’t help but flutter an eye-roll back. You were so good, it was so much, and dug his blunt-nailed fingers further into your plush flesh as he ate you out.

Your dazed eyes took a glimpse at your clock for a moment, and it read 2:08AM.

He’s been eating you out for approximately an hour. Or two. Who knows.

All you understood that this was between you, him, and the door lock that glued your dignity all together.

“U-ugh—“ you stammered from your mouth. Everything was spinning in the room and your legs clenched tighter around his head, his buzzed hair brushing up on your skin. “R-Rafe, Rafe— I- I can’t—“ you blubbered a whine as your elbows scrambled to sit yourself upwards on the bed. His competitive nature was relentless and the translation was inscribed all over your body - ranging from dark, bitten teeth-marks underneath your breasts and thighs, to his fingertips digging moon-crescent marks on your hips.

“Cream all over my tongue, angel— there you go.” He groans from pure satisfaction and continuously tapped his tongue on your clit. If you couldn’t had enough, tears rolled down your cheeks and your throat pulses a whimper. You were the picture-perfect image he searched for, and you looked so pretty that it made his head hurt. He reaches a hand down to adjust his boxers, a small noise slipping through his throat as he furrowed his eyebrows, focused. “That’s it… mhm.” He desperately groveled for your dripping essence as you came on his tongue; he was consuming his meal like a starving man, and a certain oversensitivity struck your body at once. It left your thighs trembling and when you tried to pathetically shift your hips away from his face, he only followed and buries his muscle deeper into your swollen, wet folds. He wanted to memorize how you felt squirming underneath his touch, how much time he could use until your body gave up. Spit was drooling from his lips, nasty boy, but he doesn’t mind when he’s tasting you.

A/N: oh em gee, helloooo!!! You have no idea how excited I was to write this!! ヽ(≧∀≦)ﾉ I think I would’ve fleshed out more of the situational/physical world building in the story, but I was totally hypothesized by the emotional sentiments, so the story takes two heavy hits since this is barely edited and revised, lol.

I wanted to explore the less-intense side of Rafe and how important it is to acknowledge that our bodies aren’t only fragments in the human judgment, but also that we are complex; the human experience is incredibly fascinating, and I find that we aren’t supposed to stay stagnant in a world that is full of possibilities. I apologize if some of the parts were intense, as I’ve observed - especially in the modern reality - that high-class attributions tend to expect so much from women, although they receive so little towards the end.

Furthermore, this is for anyone in general, but it is worth to note that social media has worsened this conserved image of what younger girls should be, even when there is immense struggle to keep this ‘perfect idealization’ for strangers. To leave you with my rambling thoughts, I thank you so much for reading!!! I deeply appreciate the support you have given me to push myself forward in writing. Much love, xoxo💋💋

[maybejj]

Gossip Girl: Outer Banks Part (40)

✩ masterlist ✩

social media au, 18+ MDNI

warnings: swearing, mentions of guns, mentions of killing

summary: JJ hard launches your relationship on Instagram after 6 months of dating in secret, for good reason. Now the secret is out and all of Outer Banks knows, including Gossip Girl.

JJ x pogue!reader

Part (41)

Notes: i have nothing to say other than im nervous BECAUSE THE SECRET IS OUT. BYE IM LOGGING OFF BC IM SCARED LOL

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[storieswithvenus]

beach days // JJ Maybank x fem reader

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴

hi!!! i hope everyone is doing well. i’m so sorry for not posting in like ages lmao. writers block is actually kicking my ass for the last few weeks so i’ve literally just wrote this to try and get something out. if it’s bad, im sorry!!!

ALSO!!! thank you for 100 followers!!! your support is super appreciated and i love every single one of you!!!

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the sun was glowing over the kildare county. the last few days had been the hottest ones of the season so far, and from what weather predictions had been reporting, it was only meant to be getting hotter.

you, sarah and kiara were all laying on your towels, the sand being too hot to lay on like yous usually did. the three of you laying there with your bikinis on, sunglasses covering your eyes and soaking up the sun. you enjoyed this time with your girls, you got some peace and quiet from the complete chaos the boys brought.

“BABE! look at this really cool trick me and JB can do,” the sound of your boyfriends voice attracting your attention. sitting up, along with sarah to watch what your two boyfriends could possibly be doing.

“this really isn’t going to go well, is it?” sarah whispered over to you, both of you staring intently at the two boys trying to do a backflip trick. you look over to her slightly, giggling at what she said, “this definitely is not going to go well. either one or both of them gets hurt.” you reply, your voice full of love as you turn your head back to the two boys.

“20 bucks it’ll be JJ who gets hurt”, kiara speaks up from the other side of you, she sits up to watch the boys. you and sarah let out a quiet laugh at kiaras comment, watching as the two of them get into position to try the trick again.

the two boys were standing with their backs together, walking away from each other a few feet, just to start doing back flips towards each other. what they didn’t realise however, was the fact that they were backflipping right into each other. so when they both collided and flipped over each other, you weren’t surprised to hear a few groans and moans from the boys.

kiaras laugh pierced the air, you and sarah looking over to her just to see her wiping her eyes to remove the tears in her eyes, her chest heaving up and down as she tried to regain her breath as she continued laughing. you couldn’t help but look back over to the boys, who were still laying in the wet sand, groaning as the tide covered their bodies with salt water, and laugh. quiet frankly, nearly peeing yourself from how much you were laughing at the site. you and kiara laughing as pope and cleo ran over to the two and started helping them up.

“baby the fact you are laughing really doesn’t make me feel any better”, JJ collapses infront of you, laying his head on your lap and you catch your breath. looking down at the blue eyes staring up at you, “sorry jay, but you you two idiots should’ve known what was gonna happen”.

JJ flicks your thigh as a way of telling you off, still looking up at you, a massive smile on his face watching his girl laugh at something stupid he did. you looked like an angel to him, from where he was laying on your lap, you had the sun shining bright behind you, thus leaving a heavenly glow behind you.

“why are you staring at me, baby?” your voice grabs his attention again. “cause you’re so beautiful” you blush at his words, leaning down to give him a slight kiss.

“you guys make me sick,” kiara says watching the two of you, a sarcastic tone on her voice. you and JJ start to giggle looking back at each other.

your fingers run through your boyfriends hair, watching everyone talk and laugh with each other. your boyfriend laying on your lap sleeping, his chest rising and lowering as he takes a breath.

“i love you”, you looked down to your boyfriend, his eyes open slightly looking up at you. leaning down to kiss him again slightly,

“i love you too”

[maybanksangel]

heyy, could you do sm with reader who is addict to make up and she buys a new lip plumper and give rafe a kiss, how would he react to the burning feeling ?

you had been begging and begging rafe to go shopping with you today, he promised you after he got all of his work down he would take you out to go shopping.

“rafeyyyy — cmon I’m bored! you’ve been working alllll day” he hadn’t really been working all day, you just really wanted to get out of the house.

“oh yeah, let’s over exaggerate it, princess.” you could tell by his tone that he was getting annoyed, and the way his jaw clenched. you huffed and stomped away to lay in your queen sized bed, that he bought you.

you were spoiled, got everything you wanted — anything that you laid your eyes on was yours. so when rafe told you to be patient you had absolutely none of it.

instead of acting like a brat, you decided to be good for rafe and sit still like a good girl.

you must have been waiting for awhile because you had fallen asleep. only to be woken up with rafe carrying you to the car.

“said you wanted to go shopping, that’s exactly what we’re gonna do.” you got overly excited because you had been wanting a new lip plumper for awhile because you ran out of your favorite one.

when you arrived at the mall, he followed you to the makeup store, arms crossed.

“rafe look! it’s the one i ran out of — can i get it please?” you whined, but how could he say no to you? he nodded his head and just rolled his eyes.

when he takes his card out to pay for the product you wait patiently for him to give it back to you.

you leave the store, practically running to the car to flip down the mirror in the passenger seat and apply it.

it was exactly the same one you had ran out of. the sparkly, the shine it laid on your lips.

rafe just though you were a ray of sunshine, he loved buying you new things.

“thank you rafey — thank you so much!!!” you smile, leaning over the center console and kissing him right on his perky lips.

“sweetheart, why – why is it burning?” you giggle at his words, rolling your eyes and smiling.

“it’s lip plumper silly. it’s supposed to tingle on your lips!” he glares at you, finding it impossible for a lip gloss to do that to your lips.

“never kiss me again with that on your lips.” he starts to drive and shakes his head.

you pout, even though he was just playing.

˚˖𓍢ִ🛍️✧˚.💋୨୧ ⋅˚₊

[m4tthewmurd0ck]

i love you, i’m sorry

── hockey player!rafe x fem!singer!reader

an obx au. obviously will not follow the plot of the show. no use of y/n EXCEPT for readers spam ig username. i do use she / her. no descriptors other than reader being shorter than rafe, and therefore all guys in the story since i don’t think any of them are short kings shdhsjdjxjs. irl drew starkey is 6’2” so… yeah.

this is just the preview / table of contents!

when you and rafe first announced that you were together, no one was surprised. fans had been spotting the 2 of you on outings together for awhile before you ever became official on social media.

but with you being one of the biggest rising singers, and rafe being the first overall pick in the nhl draft, it wasn't long before you were spending less and less time together. eventually, photos were quietly deleted and plans were no longer made, but what shocked people the most was that there was never any breakup announcement.

over a year later, you’re getting ready to release your first full length album, and rafe is preparing for the next season to start. when old photos and memories resurface (and not all of them are good), fans realize that the 2 of you have been close for a lot longer than you’ve said. now, rumors are spreading about why you really broke up. and you and rafe are forced to look back on the relationship you both now seem determined to ignore.

TABLE OF CONTENTS —

ONE ──

other socials~

john b ── public ig: johnb // spam ig: johnbisnotme

jj ── public ig: jjmaybank // spam ig: ynfanclub

pope ── public ig: heywardpope // spam ig: notarealpope

kie ── public ig: kiecarrera // spam ig: lostmykies

sarah ── public ig: sarah.cam // spam ig: idkausername

topper ── public ig: topperthornton // spam ig: alwaysontop

kelce ── public ig: itsmekelce // spam ig: notkelce

would like to dedicate this to @kissylec 💕 i know smau’s have been around for years BUT it’s specifically her story that made me want to get back into doing social media stories! go check her out and give her a follow if you haven’t already!!!

TAG LIST ── 14 out of 50 spots taken

@kissylec | @empath-bunny | @pillowprincess4him | @fieryghxul | @ursogorgeous13 | @maybankslover | @imtalkinnonsense | @jamesbeaufortismylife | @lili-swagalicious | @bookworm-ana | @yktayy9669 | @drewrry | @shininfate| @justdamnpeachy

if you’d like to be added, let me know!

[shiftermia]

— Swimming Realizations

jj maybank x reader

pouges x reader ( pre-season one )

where the Pogues just had a peaceful lake day and your boyfriend came to the realization that you’re it for him.

a/n: It’s been so long since I’ve written anything. But I went a different route and wrote a maybank blurb since us obx fans need a pick me up. And A told me that there’s no fluff, just smut of jj on this damn app. So you’re welcome.

“Oh my god, JJ, be careful!” You exasperatedly shouted to your idiot of a boyfriend, watching as he balanced himself on one leg on a wooden beam of the dock of the chateau.

“He’s fine,” John B argued with a grin, gesturing to him.

“He’s one hundred percent going to fall,” Pope immediately disagreed with a dry nod.

Kiara, from beside you looked up at the blonde, squinting from the setting sun, “I hope you fall backward!”

The four of you were in the lake behind the Chateau, simply hanging out, having some beers that Kiara stole from The Wreck. It was relatively peaceful until JJ came bounding from the kitchen with a sandwich in hand and declared himself a ‘Multitalented King.’

JJ scoffed, mouth full of bread. “You guys have no faith in me. I’m like—” he fought to balance himself, making you watch carefully. “The most balanced guy ever.”

John B chuckled, brushing his wet hair off his forehead and shooting a weary glance at you. It was a well-known fact amongst, well, everyone, that you were very protective of the blonde. And also someone to stand on edge— all the time.

You couldn’t help but be easily stressed by something so mediocre as JJ balancing himself over water. But what if he fell backward and hurt himself? What if he fell wrong and hit his head on the dock? If no one else would worry, you would. Let’s say it was your official job.

“Did you not fall out of a moving van two days ago?” Pope remarked, skin glowing as he swam to lay on his back.

“Okay, that was like— a complete accident.” JJ poorly excused, eating the last of his sandwich. His blue eyes were squinting down at you all, water dripping off his lean frame. “Kie pushed me.”

“Wha—” Kiara’s mouth dropped open and she looked at you. “That wasn’t me! It was probably John B and his iron foot!”

John B’s grin dropped, “You serious?”

“J, you were hanging out of the van,” You interrupted their blaming fest. “Now, get down, I’m not gonna help you if you get hurt.”

He laughed, a warm, heart-full sound that made you want to hear it again. “As if you wouldn’t be the one to fish me out of water.” He switched legs, stretching his arms out to balance himself.

You rolled your eyes, suppressing your own smile. “Okay, fine. Stay up there, I don’t care.”

“Oh, you don’t care?” He raised his brows before doing a front flip into the water, making you exclaim and outstretch your arms.

The pouges laughed at you, making fun of how you acted like you could catch him as JJ resurfaced, shaking his head in your direction like a dog.

You sighed, shaking your head and swimming over to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as one of his clasped your waist, the other holding you both afloat. “You make my heartbeat rise way too much.”

“You make something else rise,” he bluntly commented.

The pouges groaned, “C’mon, man seriously?”

“I don’t need to hear about that.”

“Disgusting.”

Meanwhile, you smiled wildly and avoided all eye contact. “Shut up.”

He ignored everyone, who honestly should’ve been used to it by now, and pressed a wet kiss against your jaw. “Pretty baby.”

John B splashed water at him, igniting a splash war for a little too long for your and Kiara’s liking before everyone had settled down, simply floating as the sun disappeared and the moon rose into the sky.

Until Pope cursed, “Shit, I gotta go home.” He swam to the ladder, ignoring everyone’s groans of displeasure. “My pops is gonna kill me, I got curfew!”

“Ugh, that reminds me,” Kiara rolled her eyes, heading to the ladder. “My parents are making me help out at the restaurant tomorrow.”

John B closed his eyes, floating starfish in the water. “Well, see you guys tomorrow, I guess.”

You tilted your head, feeling JJ hold you bridal style in the water. “Um, hello? You have to drive them?”

From where you were, you could see his face drop and could visibly see him about to consider a swim further down the lake before he loudly groaned. “You guys are the worst.”

“You drove ‘em here, B.” JJ retorted, chuckling at his best friend.

Though, John B ignored him. “How is it that the rich one doesn’t have a car and me, the poor one does?”

Kiara curled her lips, blinking down at him. “Um, because my parents don’t trust me and you guys are bad influences.”

“You’re the one stealing beer from their cooler,” you retorted back with a chuckle, earning a quick obscene gesture from the girl.

The trio waved to you both, John B shooting a quick wink to JJ that none of you noticed before it was just the two of you.

You let out a content sigh and detached yourself from JJ. Quickly, you dunked yourself in the water, but when you resurfaced he was gone too.

You looked around confusedly, sniffling from the warm water. Not a second later, though, hands grappled at your legs and settled them on a pair of shoulders.

You giggled as JJ lifted himself out of the water with a gasp and you helped move his wet hair from his forehead as he wiped his eyes.

“What’re you doing?” You giggled softly, leaning down to try to meet his eyes.

“Nothin’,” he shrugged, tilting his head back on your thigh to look up at you. “Swimming.”

“Well, I can see that,” you bounced your brows, grabbing his hands that were on your legs and holding them up.

He began spinning around in the water and you let out a small squeal before he abruptly threw you off his shoulders and into the water.

JJ laughed, sniffling and watching you sputter out of the now lit-up water from the makeshift dock lights.

You splashed water at him, “you dick!”

He covered himself but didn’t throw any water at you like you expected him to. Instead, he let out a deep breath, staring at you, eyes so dilated that you could barely see the blue you adored so much. And if you hadn’t spent the entire day with him, you would’ve thought he was high.

“What?” You asked breathlessly, bobbing in the water in front of him.

JJ shook his head, he never was good with words. Just something so minuscule as this, messing around and laughing with each other… it was so natural— domestic.

He’s never felt anything like this. He blinked adoringly at you, “I just—” he cut himself off with another shake of his head. Breathing heavily, he could feel it deep in his chest. In his soul.

You swam a little closer to him, feeling him grasp your waist and pull you closer.

JJ looked into your eyes and grinned— softly, lovingly, intensely— it made your heart stutter and had you feeling awfully shy.

“What?” You asked again, quietly.

His fingers trailed upward, innocently gliding over your body until they pushed your wet hair back and cupped your cheeks. He then leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead— as if to steady himself, before he pecked your cheek, jaw, and the corner of your lip before he littered kisses over your face.

You giggled, eventually tucking your face to hide in his neck.

But he didn’t let you, pulling your head up to finally kiss your lips. It was soft at first, conveying what he wanted to say— I love you, I’ll never let you go, I love you, only you.

You felt your closed eyes tear up, he’s never kissed you like this.

Then it got a tad harder and he let out a breath, whether of relief or utter devotion, neither of you knew. But you rubbed your thumbs on his face, wrapping your legs around his waist.

You parted, mainly for air, and JJ tucked his face in your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you, somehow keeping you both afloat.

You tenderly ran your hands through his blonde strands, “J?”

He sharply inhaled, but didn’t reply. Instead, pressing more kisses on your neck and shoulder, fingers gripping you like you were about to leave, though you would never.

“Are you okay?” You mumbled, lifting his head to look into his eyes, tracing his features with your light touch.

For a long moment, he simply stared into yours, then clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “ ‘m gonna marry you.”

A wide smile stretched across your face and you let out an incredulous laugh. Not because his words were unfathomable, but because he said it like it was a fact. There was nothing you could do about it, he was going to spend the rest of his life with you.

You pressed your face against his, “Really?”

Honestly, the way you asked made his heart squeeze in his chest. So tenderly, so sweetly. JJ nodded, one hand coming to cup your cheek again. “Yeah, baby.”

You laughed again and pressed a hard kiss on his cheek and lips. “Well, I can’t wait.”

“Me neither.” He kissed your jaw once more and hugged you, the two of you floating in the warm water, orange and blue lighting up the sky and soft lighting in the water.

It was a promise. And he would hold himself to it.

[thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles]

New Kie fic in the next hour! It's... angsty.

[simpforboys]

Hiii I hope ur having a great day!!

I was hoping you write wlw if not then you can totally just ignore this<3

I can’t fine any good Kiara Carrera writing💔💔 I was wondering if you could do one, maybe where kie n reader have been together for a while, but they don’t tell the Pogues but one day the Pogues like catch them kissing or something!!❤️🫶🏼🙏🏽

Caught

kiara carrera x fem!reader

Warnings: kissing, fluff, swearing :)

divider by bernardsbendystraws

Yeah, no one knew you and your long-term girlfriend were together. To be fair, none of your mutual friends really knew you liked girls.

But on a random summer day, in the rare moment when you and Kiara are alone at the château, the pda was flying.

You laid on your back on John B's couch, your girlfriend on your stomach, her plump lips pressed sweetly against yours.

Your left hand was on her hip, the fabric of her denim shorts against your fingertips as your right was in her wavy hair, the locks filled with saltwater due to you both having a swim in the ocean that morning.

Her left hand kept her propped up, right hand on the back of your head as she slipped her tongue in your mouth, a small, genuine smile on her lips. She liked when you two didn't have to hide - not that you necessarily had to. You just weren't exactly open to having your idiot guy friends know.

You accepted her tongue happily, brushing your own against the pink muscle as you hummed against her, your finger looping through one of the belt loops on her shorts.

Just when she was about to start trailing kisses down your jaw and neck, the front door to the château swung open.

And incomes JJ, John B, Pope, Sarah, and Cleo, the five of them widening their eyes - clearly not expecting to walk in on two of their friends making out.

"Oh... shit." John B speaks up, clearly in shock.

You and Kiara pulled away, both your faces hot in embarrassment of getting caught kissing.

"When... how long has this been going on?" JJ asks in disbelief.

"Um... a couple months. Jesus - can you all stop looking at us like that?" Kie scoffs, her hand moving to your knee comfortingly.

"You like girls?" Pope accidentally blurts out, his eyes locked on your face, making your face even hotter.

"Clearly, she does," Cleo rolled her eyes at her man's dumb question.

"Why are you all so surprised?" You murmur out.

They all stared at you, but then they really thought it over. You've never specified any gender identity you like; you've "platonically" flirted with Kiara all the time. They just assumed it was your banter.

"Well, I'm happy for you two. Now, can we smoke?" Sarah changes the subject, seeing the look on your face and knowing you want the attention off of you and your girlfriend.

JJ specifically whooped, moving to pull out his bong and some weed as everyone moved to sit around the living room, the normal teasing and bantering continuing like nothing was new.

And it was nice, a small smile on your face as you looked at Kiara, her warm brown eyes already on yours. She leaned forward and gave you a small kiss, her hand squeezing your knee.

You always knew your friends wouldn't care about you two dating, but actually seeing it just made you feel better. And the majority of you felt finally free, that you can love on and cuddle your girlfriend around them now.

It was brief, before she's already shifting on the couch to sit next to you, your legs touching.

"Jayj, hand me that blunt," Kiara grins.

[hissweetest]

boyfriend!john b who you genuinely have to be cautious around when near water because he WILL push/throw you in

you guys are hanging out on the dock outside of the chateau. its the most stress free everyone has felt in a while. you were both standing, big mistake. you couldn’t even process what was happening before he was grabbing you while you were squealing and kicking your legs.

you came back above the water, jj, pope, and kiara all looking the other direction to hide their laughter. “john booker routledge!” you screamed, pushing wet hair out of your face. “what about my phone?!” you panicked for a moment before looking up at him. a stupid smile plastered on his face as he held your phone up. “there’s something.. wrong with you..” is all you said, he laughed and put his hand out to help you up onto the dock. you looked at jj and then at your phone, he quickly took it from john bs hand and you pulled him in the water.

you stayed above the water and covered your mouth, hiding your laughs. he came back to surface and shook his head, water droplets flying from his hair. “okay, i deserved that” he mumbled and splashed water in your face.

[dramagodesss]

ENCORE

PAIRING: bashful! reader x kiara carrera

SUMMARY: y/n cary is a shy, music-obsessed freshman at kildare college who’s spent her entire life playing backup in her own story — stuck under the spotlight-hogging shadow of her childhood best friend, nina fici. nina’s the classic pick-me: loud, cruel in a sugar-coated way, and always center stage... while cary just hums her melodies in the background, dreaming of making it in the music industry one day — as a singer, a writer, a producer… anything, really.

everything shifts at a delta psi kappa frat party — a chaotic moment, a little too much jungle juice, and one very unfortunate run-in with winslow (player! reader) . but that moment leads her straight into the orbit of kiara carrera — sharp-eyed, effortlessly cool, and way too pretty to be real.

as cary tries to figure out who she is outside of nina’s toxic grip, kiara becomes something unexpected: a comfort, a challenge, a spark. and maybe, just maybe... her first real chance at being heard.

it’s the soft girl’s encore — and she’s not playing background anymore.

SOCIALS :

instagram / twitter / kildare college

CHAPTERS:

one : i'm so sorry angel!

two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine / ten / eleven / twelve / thirteen / fourteen / fifteen / sixteen / seventeen / eighteen

kildare college universe | main masterlist

[maybejj]

Gossip Girl: Outer Banks Part (39)

✩ masterlist ✩

social media au, 18+ MDNI

warnings: swearing, mentions of killing

summary: JJ hard launches your relationship on Instagram after 6 months of dating in secret, for good reason. Now the secret is out and all of Outer Banks knows, including Gossip Girl.

JJ x pogue!reader

Part (40)

Notes: the note is what she showed everyone at the end btw! very excited to see what everyone thinks! we’re so close! please let me know your thoughts/theories/concerns! who did reader see? 👀

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