#outrebanx
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don’t feel
JJ Maybank x female reader
Masterlist
-- // part two // part three // part four
Summary: soulmate au with JJ where they can feel each other’s pain when in close proximity, but with both of them feeling a lot of pain, that connection seems to go almost unnoticed
Word count: 2.2k
Warnings: angsty, abuse, mentions of abuse and injuries, swearing (i think thats it?)
——- I am in no way romanticising abuse if you have any issues with my writing pls message me
A/N: I decided to make this into a mini series as this was already getting pretty wordy and so this is basically the intro?? (not much JJ in it yet) Hope you enjoy and there’s probably some grammar errors so ignore them pls
(gif by @siriusscratch )
The kook life wasn’t all luxury all the time - your family had never been one of the richest and you didn’t exactly have the best home life either. Your parents had basically hated each other for as long as you could remember, always in some sort of argument or another, screaming across the house and shouting at all hours of the day and night.
This was something you had learnt to deal with though, what you still weren’t used to was them being violent - it had started off as a vase or plate thrown across the room around a year ago, but this had soon become fists being thrown instead, not only at each other, but they had turned on you and your younger sister as well.
Normally your escape was going to school, just being away from that toxic atmosphere did you a world of good, and after school you would take Grace, your younger sister, out for ice cream or to the beach. Anything to stay out of the house for a little bit longer.
Unfortunately, the school year was now over and the summer holidays had begun and even if the summer season was your favourite, you had been hating every second of it so far.
You had managed to stay in your bedroom for most of today, but were now beginning to get hungry so you knew you’d soon have to venture downstairs and hope that your parents were in an alright mood.
Your sister heard you begin to move down the stairs, popping her head out of her room she said, “Hey Y/N,”
“Hi Grace, you good?”
“Yeah I’m fine, are you getting some food?”
“I’m going to try to yes, I’m assuming you want some of the spoils?” You raised your eyebrow at her in question.
“Yes please,” she looked towards the floor, “I’m sorry I don’t want to go down there tonight, they were arguing when I got in from Carley’s and-“
You cut her off, stepping toward her and putting a strand of hair behind her ears, “hey don’t be sorry, you know I don’t want to risk you getting hurt, I’ll get you some water as well, okay?”
“Thank you, and Y/N, I don’t want you to get hurt either.”
You stepped away, ready to go back downstairs, “I know but I’m the older one and I will always protect you bub.”
With that you took a deep breath in, and walked down the stairs to the kitchen. Luckily it was empty, so you quickly grabbed some bread and began making some sandwiches for you and your sister. Sandwiches were about as complex as you got when it came to making food but it would do.
You were about to head upstairs when your dad walked in, “Why haven’t I seen you all day?”
“Uh I’ve been busy,” you picked up the plates and tried to move past him, only for him to block your path, “excuse me please.”
“Your mother and I want to see you around the house more, you’re either out or in your room, is spending time with us so bad?”
“I don’t spend time with you because I’m busy Dad, don’t get offended.” As soon as the words were out of your mouth you regretted them, your dad’s face morphed into one of anger.
Before you could even react he brought his fist into your stomach, causing you to double over in pain, dropping the plates you were holding in the process.
“Now look what you’ve done!” He shouted at you, waving his hands at the mess on the floor.
Not wanting to upset him anymore you quickly grab a dustpan and brush and bent down to begin clearing it up when he delivers a vicious kick into your chest, you fall to the floor completely, struggling to breath. He kicks you again, this time the strength in his leg slams you into the cabinets behind you, you wince in pain, too winded to even breath properly, you refused to let the tears behind your eyes fall, from past experience you knew that crying in front of your dad was a bad idea as he viewed it as ’weak’ and it only made him angrier.
He stepped away, giving you room to stand back up, you tried not to grab your front in pain, even if it felt like your insides had been ripped apart and you knew the bruises were already forming and by this time tomorrow your stomach would be a pattern of purple and green bruises.
“I’m sorry honey, I don’t know what came over me.” He tried to reach out to you, but you only flinched away, not looking at him.
“I’ll tell you what, I’ll clean this up, you go and have a lie down and I’ll see you later.”
You just nodded, still not wanting to make eye contact with him, and shuffled past him, your body shaking more and more with each step, and once you’d reached the first step, the tears slowly began falling down your face.
Your sister was stood at the top of the stairs, a single tear mark on her cheek as she took in your state, she held out her hand for you, leading you towards your room where you sat on your bed, drained and in pain and not wanting to speak.
Your sister had come back into your room with some cream for your side, but you still didn’t move.
“Y/N,” she moved to grab your hand, “I’m so sorry, I should’ve gone down with you.”
This shook the vacant look out of your eyes, squeezing her hand you said, “Absolutely not, I meant what I said earlier and it is more painful seeing you in pain than what I’m experiencing now.”
You lifted your shirt, revealing the swollen marks that would soon become bruises. Grace’s breath hitched in her throat, “Oh God, this is worse than I thought it was, do you think anything is broken?”
“No, it’s just bruises and anyway he only kicked me a few times today and kind of apologised which is better than most of the time.”
Grace went to say something but you held up your hand to stop her, “I’m not excusing his behaviour don’t worry, I’m just saying it could have been worse.”
“But it shouldn’t have to happen at all!” She had finished applying the cream and began pacing, “I know it happens more to you because you protect me but it disgusts me and I hate how it effects you, you almost become a shell of who you whenever this happens. You’re the best person I know and our fucking parents are destroying you every day!”
“Not so loud Grace.” You try to calm her down, but it only seems to make her angrier, even though she was only thirteen, she had already grown up so much due to what you’d both endured, and it honestly broke your heart.
“I want us to leave this place Y/N.” She turned to you, angry tears now rolling down her face.
You held out your arms for her and she moved over to you, snuggling into your embrace, careful not to hurt you.
“I promise one day we will get out of here but right now we can’t and we’re just going to have to live with it for a little while.”
You could feel her nod against your chest, she moved out of the hug slightly so she could look at you, “Do you want me to stay in here tonight?”
“Maybe, I haven’t decided yet, but first,” you stood up, wincing slightly at the movement, “We still need food, so do you want to sneak out to The Wreck?”
“Only if you’re up for it.”
“Of course I am, any chance to eat those fries I’m taking to be honest.” You smiled at her and luckily she let out a huff of laughter, lightening the mood between you.
“Okay then, which escape are we doing? 1 or 2?” She asked, reaching for a jumper in your wardrobe. Throughout the years, you had both created different codes for around your parents or ways to get out of the house, and at this point it was almost perfected.
You hold you chin in contemplation, “I was thinking one.”
“Interesting,” she clapped her hands together and headed towards your door to go to her room, “Okay I’ll see you at the car in 5 minutes.”
You nodded at her, and turned to the mirror quickly wiping away the mascara stains around your eyes and pulled a jumper on before heading over to your window and pulling it open.
You and Grace both had ways to get out of your bedrooms from your windows - yours was a wooden trellis for the roses and plants to climb up the side of the house, which you had perfected moving up and down on; hers was a small terrace over the outdoor seating area that she could jump to and then jump to the floor on. You never went on each other’s way out as neither of you wanted to risk it not holding both weights and your parents catch you, as this would probably result in at least one of you being sent to the hospital.
You struggled a little today due to your new injuries but still managed and once you had finished climbing down, you wiped your hands on your jeans, and headed to your car on the drive where your sister was already leaning against the passenger door.
You sat behind the wheel, started the engine and slowly pulled out of the drive.
Neither you or your sister spoke for a few minutes, enjoying the fact that you were out of the house and on your way to one of your favourite places on the island. The Wreck was mainly a touron and pogue institution, but you had always enjoyed going there, especially because you and Kiara got along well enough that it wasn’t the normal Kook vs Pogue fight whenever you went.
Grace reached to turn down the radio before looking at you, “Y/N.”
You glanced at her and raised your eyebrows, “Grace.”
“Do you know your soulmate yet?”
You cleared your throat, this topic always made you uncomfortable as the idea there was someone who, if they were near enough to you, could feel the pain you were in, not only made you sad but also anxious because by the time they work out who you are, they could resent you for the pain you had caused them even though it wasn’t your fault.
“No, I’m yet to see someone near me double over in pain when Mum or Dad have used me as a punching bag that day, so I’m starting to think they might not be on this fucking island.” `You didn’t mean for it to come out as bitchy as that and probably should have apologised but it was how you felt.
Your sister had pity in her eyes but didn’t say anything, instead just hummed to the song coming through the car speakers.
You stayed like that, listening to the music and not uttering any other words until you pulled up to the small car park outside the Wreck.
“Right, let’s go and get some food.” You said, opening the door to your car and heading into the restaurant.
Kie smiled at you in greeting before leading you and Grace over to a table at the back, away from most people.
You hit your hip on the table next to yours by accident, causing pain to flare up over your body, making the injuries you already had somehow feel even worse.
Grace had heard your intake of breath, and as you both sat down she looked at you, “Are you okay?”
“Yes I’m fine don’t worry, just being my clumsy self.”
She nodded and looked down at the menu in front of her, you didn’t need to look, you ordered the exact same thing every time, so instead you looked at the people who were sat in the restaurant.
It was past the peak dinnertime service so only a few tourons were in here, and there was Kiara’s little pogue group sat on a table in the opposite corner, all talking in hushed whispers. As you looked at them your head began to pound, like you’d been hit with a baseball bat repeatedly, you couldn’t help but grimace slightly.
You must have hit your head earlier when your dad sent you flying into the cabinets, and this was just a delayed reaction. You kept reassuring yourself this, especially when the blond boy, who you knew was called JJ, turned around, making eye contact with you through his swollen and bruised eyes. He raised his eyebrows quizzically, holding his side slightly, as if in pain.
It was all just a coincidence you thought, you dad had hurt you more than you realised earlier, and you hadn’t taken any painkillers.
You looked down at your menu, trying to escape the gaze of the blond boy, who you could feel was still looking at you.
Yeah it was just a coincidence.
Part two
Tags: @jiaraendgame ( @teamnick i said i’d tag you in my next series hope you dont mind)
#jj maybank x reader#jj maybank x y/n#jj maybank#jj maybank imagine#rudy pankow#pope heyward#kiara carrera#john b routledge#outer banks imagine#outer banks fanfiction#outer banks#outerbanks fic#obx#obx fic#outrebanx#jj maybank angst#jj x reader#outrebanx - don't feel
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cast your moots as fruits
Oooh okay
You as Oranges
@angellissy as Pears
@pit-zuh as Strawberries
@drewsephsmiles as Grapes
@pankowrudeth as Pineapple
@ad-infinitums as Bananas
@bricksatanakinswindow as Plums
@futuretaxcheat as Blueberries
I just did a few basic fruits cause otherwise this would be so long lmao
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hope you have a good trip!! where you going ? also (silk) what outfit makes you feel confident?
thank you babes! i’m going to utah!
What outfit makes you feel confident?
lucky for you i actually have a pic of this outfit lol i usually don’t like wearing sleeveless/short outfits but this fit in particular perfectly complimented both my skin tone and didn’t make me look boxy (??) since i’m pretty skinny a lot of the time outfits like this would make me look like a square. but this romper in particular didn’t do that which is why i felt confident af in this outfit!
✨send me random asks while i’m road trippin’✨
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Pass the happy! 🌻🌈 When you receive this, list 5 things that make you happy and send this to the last ten people in the notifications.
asdkdjsk this made me 🥺🥺
my nephew aka the light of my life, theatre, my family, working, concerts ((:
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Outer banks fic recs🤍
JJ Maybank
Leave the light on by @milazka
Are you bored yet? @maysbanks
Dance partners by @poguesofthebau
Impressed yet by @milaonthemoon
Unsend & Send it by @skiesofthesketchy
Scared to love by @maddiwrites
My girl by @pougesmaybanks
Turning page by @cherryobx
Just you by @bricksatlandyswindow
Post it’s by @tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar
Do you trust me by @damndunner
Caught by @outerbankspreferences
Just a little by @demxters
Pogue on pogue by @skiller0dani
Not so sneaky by @rudethstyles
Bad day by @mydogisveryadorbs
Slow dancing in the dark by @thatsme-johnbookerroutledge
No regrets by @baby-bearie
Birthday girl by @peach-vuitton
Everywhere by @storiesbymads
10 things i hate about you by @mrsmaybankhere
Ratatouille by @sunsetholland
Be like that by @love-chx
Series
The romantic tirades of indie routeledge by @cognacdelights
Don’t mess with the troublemakers by @mayraki
School is in session by @makebank
Dirty little secret by @lunarliza
Breach by @outrbanks
The summer playlist by @pogueszn
Rafe Cameron
Dangerous by @spilledtee
Blankets by @taylathornton
Body count by @cobaincreates
Loving by @twinklelilstarkey
Simp by @socialwriter
365 days by @poge-life
Pink panties by @countryclubstarkey
On the course by @heybarzy
Ignore me / Forgive me by @babytkachuks
Incompatible by @rekrappeter
Do something about it by @annab-nana
Series
Coho Rafe by @sunnypogue
Holiday in the sun by @collecting-stories
Blueberry pancakes by @butgilinsky
Lost Time by @moldisgoodforyou
Mistake by @tweedlydumbtweedlydoo 
Pope Heyward
Lost & found by @taylathornton
The treehouse by @butgilinsky
Pope’s secret by @ptersparkers
Time bomb by @sortagaysortahigh
Truths by @outrebanx
Book lovers by @topsytervy
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here is my promised 500 celebration. this is in no way near everything but just things i’ve personally read. happy reading!
* clearly i have read way too much jj and topper so feel free to send in suggestions for other characters. i will update as i read more
one shots:
- phone sex by @popcsheyward
- everywhere by @storiesbymads
- beautiful mess by @midnightmagicmusings
- need a hand? by @poguelifesurfshop
- smartass by @sortagaysortahigh
- manipulating bitch by @mayraki
- mark by @obxlife
- tattoos by @obxmxybxnk
- the art of comfort by @heypope
- 24 hours by @obxmxybxnk
- what does jj stand for? by @maybanktho
- does your pretty face see what he’s worth by @thirstystarkey
- teach me by @rudysrings
- swim school by @midnightmagicmusings
- kiss the girl by @jjsmaybcnk
- the morning after by @jensensfanfic
- pizza girl by @kookkyra
- you forgot about me by @obxmxybxnk
- newton’s law of beer bong by @obx-snippets
- a little reminder by @imagines-r-s
- the right path by @mayraki
- brat by @popcsheyward
- straight simpin by @maybanksbaby
- now we’re sinking by @maybankiara
- lucky by @popcsheyward
- seeking comfort by @poguelifesurfshop
- friends don’t by @collecting-stories
- rooftop by @mdlyncline
- all these years by @softstarkey
- i’ll be there by @oopmyheartwent-obx
- best friend’s brother by @ptersparkers
- meeting the fam by @oopmyheartwent-obx
- introverted by @thatshithurted8
- unsend by @skiesofthesketchy
- body language by @skiesofthesketchy
- the long & winding country roads by @void-maybank
- the soulmate switch by @goldenhanna
- salad days & a shark tooth necklace by @girlsru1eboysdroo1
- stood up by @mydogisveryadorbs
- august by @rekrappeter
- love sick by @ad-infinitums
series:
- don’t forget where you belong by @harrysbbby
- collateral by @hellimagines
- feel something by @diverdcwn
- illicit affairs by @rekrappeter
- unplanned by @obxmxybxnk
- glass heart by @mrsmaybankhere
- far from home by @mdlyncline
- a mermaid tale by @mayraki
- grease by @shawnssongs
- hero/heroine by @bricksatanakinswindow
- tidal waves by @spilledtee
- dying for your kiss by @spilledtee
- hook ups by @popcsheyward
- art to my soulmate by @rretrophilee
- no i don’t by @heyhey-heyward
- hate can sound like love by @thirstystarkey
- the list by @poguelifesurfshop
- rules of benefit by @harrysbbby
- jj maybank must die by @lunarliza
- fake boyfriend by @lunarliza
- the bet @tcmholland
- fuck a cheater by @overly-b
- the romantic tirades of indie routledge by @void-maybank
- don’t feel by @outrebanx
- ready to run by @thatbloodymuggle
- study sessions by @ptersparkers and @storiesbymads
- obx assasins by @pit-zuh
- how to get the girl by @ad-infinitums and @socialwriter
- fine line by @kookkyra
- don’t mess with the troublemakers by @mayraki
- i knew you were trouble by @kookkyra
- threat of joy by @futuretaxcheat
- game of survival by @mermaidssonshipss and @void-maybank
one shots:
- first times a charm by @sortagaysortahigh
- would you let me call you dude? by @sortagaysortahigh
- sleep beside me by @rafecameron
- silent auction by @writingwithciara
- yoga by @https-luna
- golf glove by @storiesbymads
- on top by @anonymous0writer
- something more by @stargazingstarkey
- a new start by @shawnssongs
- lazy day by @jjmaybanksblog
- call me by @storiesbymads
- give you anything by @diverdcwn
- that kiss by @strkydrw
- new thing by @prkerspogue
- between you and i by @rafecameron
- rushed by @softstarkey
- honest man by @butgilinsky
- miss new york by @https-luna
- locker room by @countryclubstarkey
- gently rough by @spilledtee
- something different by @jjpogue
series:
- the night we said hello by @bricksatanakinswindow (kinda others too)
- white boys series by @sortagaysortahigh
- who do you love series by @rafecameron
one shots:
- watch by @roxa-sos (also topper)
- partners in crime or lovers? by @thirstystarkey
- holy touch by @storiesbymads
- slow down by @starlightstarkey
- an introduction by @calumbroutledge
- my sunshine by @https-luna
- stuck in the middle by @https-luna
- it won’t be like this for long by @https-luna
- and just like that, you left me begging on my knees by @bricksatanakinswindow
- super rich kids by @harrysbbby
- the devil and his maybes by @spilledtee
- the other girl by @anonymous0writer
- handprints by @sortagaysortahigh
- favorite t-shirt by @softstarkey
- garden furniture by @rafecameron
- hotbox by @ptersparkers
- super spies by @rafecameron
series:
- how to be a heart breaker series by @diverdcwn and @rekrappeter
- the edge of tonight by @bricksatanakinswindow
- feelings by @bricksatanakinswindow
- pope’s secret by @ptersparkers
- still not sorry by @diverdcwn
- caregiver by @diverdcwn
- teaching kiara how to braid by @harrysbbby
- dress code by @jiaraendgame
- just friends by @poguelifesurfshop
- double the j by @spilledtee (also jj)
- primal by @spilledtee
- hold me by @obxsummer
one shots:
- fake it til you make it by @tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar
- hells kitchen angel by @mermaidssonshipss
series:
- young and beautiful by @poguesrforlife
- depth over distance by @nakedmossy
others:
- pogue v. kook by @ptersparkers
- kelce: night swim by @butgilinsky
- the maybanks by @ptersparkers
#fic rec list#jj maybank#topper thornton#john b routledge#pope heyward#kiara carrera#rafe cameron#rudy pankow#outerbanks fanfic#outerbanks fic#obx netflix#jj maybank fic#topper thornton fic#john b routledge fic#pope heyward fic#kiara carrera fic#rafe cameron fic#rudy pankow fic
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outer banks
↳ ❤︎ series ☾ one shots ☀︎︎ ongoing
↳ my memory is really bad so these are just the ones that popped in my head or I have read multiple times :) I will update this list every time I read something new I think belonges on this list. there are so many more talented writers on tumblr than on this list and everybody has incredible work!!!
↳ I have to say that I really started as a jj/rudy simp, so a lot of work is fanfic for him, but I’m reading more and more for other characters/actors, so I’ll keep adding those :)
↳ also these are my favourite works of the authors, but you can binge their whole masterlist, because they are all masterpieces x
↳ you can always leave recommendations in my asks, it can be your own work too ;)
↳ I already reached the mention limit so I’m gonna make a part two 🙈
jj maybank
hook ups by @popcsheyward ❤︎ ☀︎︎
soul surfer by @favefandomimagines ❤︎
salt by @jjaybank ❤︎ ☀︎︎
work friends by @kikifromtheblock ❤︎
study sessions by @ptersparkers ❤︎
girl with no heartbeat by @thegreatestofheck ❤︎ ☀︎︎
the romantic tirades of indie routledge by @cognacdelights ❤︎ ☀︎︎
history by @tweedlydumbtweedlydoo ❤︎ ☀︎︎
don’t feel by @outrebanx ❤︎ ☀︎︎
take my hand by @jj-may-spank ❤︎ ☀︎︎
when there was me and you by @crxstalreeds ❤︎ ☀︎︎
troublemakers by @mayraki ❤︎
jj maybank must die by @lunarliza ❤︎
feel something by @babytkachuks ❤︎
the perfect girlfriend by @sarahcxmeron ❤︎ ☀︎︎
illicit affairs by @rekrappeter ❤︎ ☀︎︎
hero/heroine by @bricksatlandyswindow ❤︎
unsend and body language by @skiesofthesketchy ☾
innocent by @outerbankswriting ☾
leave a light on by @/milamaybank ☾
like a virgin and ratatouille by @chrlsgillespie ☾
go to town and if you don’t I will by @loveylangdon ☾
coming attraction by @pitaparka ☾
shut up by @maybank-starkey-obx ☾
rafe cameron
snowed in by @vinceduhn ❤︎
how to be a heartbreaker by @babytkachuks and @rekrappeter ❤︎
camping concupisence by @rafej-cambanks ☾
pope heyward
sunkissed by @crxstalreeds ❤︎ ☀︎︎
butterflies and bad lies @outerbankslut ❤︎ ☀︎︎
love and war by @bricksatlandyswindow ❤︎ ☀︎︎
the summer playlist by @pogueszn ❤︎ ☀︎︎
john b routledge
the night it happened by @obxwhore ❤︎ ☀︎︎
pretending by @anonymous0writer ❤︎
kiara carrera, I can’t seem to find who wrote these, so if you do, please let me know x
the truth of it all ☾
teaching how to braid ☾
affectionate ☾
sarah cameron
seven scenes from the same summer by @collecting-stories ❤︎ ☀︎︎
topper thorten
I don’t date white boys by @sortagaysortahigh ❤︎
multiple characters
complicated by @rafej-cambanks ❤︎ | jj and rafe
the best boys by @thedemonsimpofcamphalfblood ❤︎ ☀︎ | topper, rafe and kelce
how to get the girl by @crxstalreeds and @socialwriter ❤︎ ☀︎︎ | john b and jj
little village by @thegreatestofheck ❤︎ ☀︎︎ | the pogues
ivy by @sarahcxmeron ❤︎ ☀︎︎ | rafe and pope
a friend in need is a friend indeed by @pitaparka ☾ | jj and john b
rudy pankow
depth over distance by @nakedmossy ❤︎ ☀︎︎
shape of my heart by @ilovefandoms102 ❤︎
one day by @devil-in-those-eyes ❤︎ ☀︎︎
drew starkey
phone swap by @maybankiara ❤︎ ☀︎︎
#if you want to be removed or I said something wrong you can always send me a message and I’ll make it so that it works for you x#fic rec lists#outer banks#obx#fic rec#I haven’t really had time to read the last two months but in a week I have more time so I’ll read your recommendations#:))#my links don’t work atm so I’ll add those later
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Lex’s “I’ve Got A Big Fat Lesbian Crush On You” Rec List
“dO yOu LiStEn To GiRl In ReD?”
I’m ordering these based on their authors, i added everyone that was sent to my inbox/messages. if I missed anyone I’ll be making a part two eventually.
All Smut will be marked: ❂
@ptersparkers
Sarah Cameron
That’s my girlfriend
Her brother’s girlfriend
Truth or dare
Lifeguard
Choose
@thegreatestofheck
Kiara Carrera
Nothing more
She
For forever
Sarah Cameron
Girl crush
@hermayone
Kiara Carrera
Girlfriend ❂
Sweet ❂
@thevortexclubposse
SarahKie
Bonds of friendship ❂
@milaonthemoon
Sarah Cameron
Sarah Cameron likes you
@spilledtee
Sarah Cameron
Taste ❂
@maybankiara
SarahKie
I didn’t understand but I was terrified of love
Follow me until the end
Kiara Carrera
Heart caught in your eyes
It’s like a story of love
@sacredto
Sarah Cameron
One thousand miles
Night drive
Kiara Carrera
Childish and cliche ways never work (or so she thought).
Signs of healthy bonds
@o-b-x
Kiara Carrera
Girls night in
@ad-infinitums
Kiara Carrera
Dancing in the moonlight
Sarah Cameron
Three times
Always been just friends
Always
Drunk
@kiarascarreras
Kiara Carrera
Every song reminds me of you
Dating Kie would include...
Sarah Cameron
Dating Sarah would include...
Sex w Sarah Cameron includes... ❂
@harrysbbby
Kiara Carrera
Teaching kiara how to braid
Ethereal environmentalist
Sarah Cameron
Kook princess or pogue at heart
Moving home and falling in love with Sarah
@gerberbabey
Kiara Carrera
Cocaine series
@bailspogue
Kiara Carrera
Tequila sunrise
Sarah Cameron
I met sarah in the bathroom
@goldenhanna
Kiara Carrera
Bags
@maybxnks
Kiara Carrera
Panicked
@socialwriter
Sarah and Kiara blurbs
Sarah Cameron
Don’t make me over
@outrebanx
Kiara Carrera
Breathe
Sarah Cameron
Ditched
@collecting-stories
Kiara Carrera
Wingman
Sunglasses
Ursa Major
Affectionate
Drunk
Playing pretend
Sarah Cameron
Lacrosse
Carrera
@bricksatanakinswindow
Kiara Carrera
Heather
Sarah Cameron
A new kind of love
@storiesbymads
Sarah Cameron
Est-ce que tu m’aimes?
Sharing a drink with Kie
@thistreasurehunter
SarahKie
It’s always the quiet ones ❂
@sortagaysortahigh (lol me, shameless self promo)
Kiara Carrera
Paper Cuts
Control ❂
Facades ❂
Dating Kie
Your Face Makes A Great Seat (w/Sarah) ❂
Sarah Cameron
Dressing Rooms ❂
Dominance ❂
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500 follower blurb night??? 🥺
if anyone needs me i’ll be quietly sobbing happy tears into my pillow
i just wanna thank y’all so much for willingly choosing to follow me and support me and, especially, befriend me?? i can’t believe there are 500 of you now, i just hit 400 at the beginning of august??
i have made the most amazing friends, found the most supportive people and i am incredibly grateful i decided to take the plunge and watch obx and dive back into writing again
the last celebration took a lot out of me, so i thought it would be fun to try a ✨blurb night✨ (realistically it’ll be a blurb couple of days assuming it doesn’t flop, my masters is finishing up this week with a mock three day designation exam)
rules: there are no rules, just kidding, just send me a prompt (specify which list and which #) from the following lists (or make up your own if u want) and an obx character
hug prompts
love prompts
angst prompts (you know me, i can’t resist angst)
dialogue prompts
tagging some sweet mutuals and lovely people who i legit cant believe follow me back so that this doesn’t flop (no pressure tho babes!!):
@ohfreyfrey @bricksatanakinswindow @jellyfishbeansontoast @rudyypankow @danicarosaline @notphilosopherstudentblog @anxietyandtacos @mermaidssonshipss @thevortexclubposse @comphersjost @infinitewalker @drewsephsmiles@rudysrings @softstarkey @https-luna @stargazingstarkey @previouslyforgotten @northcarolinanative @drewstarkey @kiarascarreras @girlsru1eboysdroo1 @moldisgoodforyou @heliopvth @jjmayybank @goldenhanna @downbytheouterbanks @gforgenevieve @tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar @livinglikepogues @scandalousfemale @uwubonebabie @yourlocalauthor @void-maybank @jjmbanks @starlightstarkey @outerbankslut @outrebanx @anonymous0writer @love-chx @outrbanks @wtfstarkey @drewswannabegirl @jiaraendgame @queenk00k @lokiqueenofasgard @lefthandwritings @ptersparkers @kikifromtheblock @poguesofthebau @overly-b @shawnssongs @jjmaybcnks @starkeymarkey @popcsheyward @heywards @ilovejjmaybank @jjtheangel @rudths @obx-saltlife @thatsme-johnbookerroutledge @poguestyleskye @midnightmagicmusings @thelocalpogue @sortagaysortahigh @rudys-pankow @socialwriter @sunflowerbecca @sunnypogue @sguymon21 @outerbongs (if i forgot anyone im sry i love you 🥺)
and tagging my everything taglist, i love and appreciate yall so much 🥺
@velyssaraptor @copper-boom @x-lulu @prejudic3
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Troubled Waters - Teaser
Rafe x Reader Series (+A centric amount of Pogue friendship)
Series Summary: It was their last summer together in the Outer Banks. Nothing was going to stop the rambunctious Pogues from living their best lives, spending their final days as the close-knit family that they created all those years ago. Soon they would go their separate ways off to new worlds away from the island and into their college years, but not before one final adventure. Just when you think life couldn’t get any better, a storm with brown hair and blue eyes shifts the balance into uncharted territory. All the while an old threat from the past comes prying its way back into your life. You can try to navigate the storm, but there will be troubled waters ahead.
A/N: Here is a teaser to my first ever series I will be posting on here! While we were talking one day, my absolute best friend in the entire world @john-benderr mentioned she had a concept idea and proceeded to be the most supportive badass bitch ever and requested me to write. With her and me collaborating and ironing out the details, we landed on this wild ride of a story I will be creating! So strap in, and I hope you all enjoy it! The teaser here is written in the third person, as that is my preferred writing POV. However, the series itself will be written in the classic reader POV. This is a Rafe x Reader fic, but the Pogues will be playing central roles as well! Also, I feel it’s fair to mention Rafe in this is just a typical asshole Kook. No hard drugs and no psychotic murderer traits, haha! I am so beyond excited and motivated for this series. I can not wait to share this with you all. I also made one of those Taglist forms, so if you are interested in this series or anything I create, please feel free to add yourself! On that note, I love you all, and I hope you are ready for this project. PS I know the series summary is not excellent, but I promise it will be fun! Get prepared for angst, fluff, adventures, chaos, and everything in between! Also this was my first time making a moodboard and I’m lowkey addicted.
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As the calm waves lap at her toes crashing and dispersing into the dock's wooden pillars, her mind wanders. Not even the cool night air and the starry sky could chase away the overwhelming sensations that swallow her heart and soul. This was supposed to be the best summer of her life, and now the memories hauntingly creep into her bones. They settled in and called her home quickly festering and growing more lethal by each passing thought. Waves of disbelief consume her entire being. How the fuck did this happen?
The temptation to slip down into the waves below antagonized her. Perhaps if she takes the plunge, Poseidon's icy grip would drag her down and swallow her up faster than the drowning in her head. None of this was supposed to happen.
She wasn’t supposed to become friends with, let alone fall for the Kook prince with the devilish grin and taunting blue eyes. But he showed her a side of him she never knew existed. A side that brought out something in her that she never expected to see or feel ever in her lifetime.
His voice was like a song in the breeze; it melodically flowed through the air that surrounded her. Captivating and full of unknown inflections tempting her like an unseen force. Everything about him was tantalizing, and what terrified her at first eventually grew to comfort her. A bond, a connection that felt so true it brought a sweetness to the salty sea that encompassed the island.
Their love was a balancing act, and she crossed the tightrope. One wrong move and she would plummet, and that is precisely what happened. Would the Pogues forgive her? Could she forgive herself? Or would her past finally wrap its hands around her throat, ending this game of uncertainty? So many regrets and questions swam through her head. She was drowning in her sea of thoughts.
The exhaustion was suffocating, it wrapped and tangled its tendrils around every fiber of her being. She knew it couldn’t last forever, that eventually, the waves would burst through to the shore destruction following its impact. She couldn’t help it though, much like the ocean, her decisions became dangerous. The calm waters had let her wade into its chilling serenity. The insatiable allure pulled her into depths unknown, but without hesitation, a shift in the weather and a hauntingly shadowed land beneath the surface had swiftly caught her in the undertow with no means of escape.
It consumed her so fast, and with another swift blow surely, her lungs would fill with water ending her story just as quickly as it started. As if on cue, another wave comes barreling toward her in the form of a familiar voice. The sound broke the silent air thrashing around her like a ricocheting bullet. The voice engulfed her once scattered thoughts, empty engagement taking over. She freezes in place, not daring to move a muscle for the fear had settled in. She was alone. No one was here to rescue her this time.
“Y/N?”
Her breath hitches in her throat, swallowing back the sharp gasp that teased to escape her trembling lips. There were only two ways these next moments could go, and by proper calculations, neither of them in the girl’s favor.
Throughout her summer, she was like a boat at sea. Fighting the tides unusual ebb and flow, adjusting the sails, and now bracing for collision as the vicious tides and directionless winds rip her from the helm. She swam in the depths of her head, searching for some sign of rescue, alas there was no lighthouse to guide her, it was up to her heart and her heart alone to be the compass to navigate her restless soul back home.
Caught in a hurricane, she closes her eyes preparing to face the eye of her storm.
Chapter One - The Pogue Promise (COMING SOON)
Tagging a few mutuals who hopefully don’t hate me and so this teaser doesn’t entirely flop: @john-benderr @sguymon21 @northcarolinanative @bricksatanakinswindow @ptersparkers @rudyypankow @void-maybank @mermaidssonshipss @outerbongs @hmspxgue @pit-zuh @starlightstarkey @drewswannabegirl @maybankiara @jjbanks @ad-infinitums @scandalousfemale @outrebanx @outerbankslut @diverdcwn @futuretaxcheat @tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar @drewsephsmiles @softstarkey @moldisgoodforyou @jellyfishbeansontoast @rudysbay @heliopvth @poguelive @rafecameron Apologies cause I know not everyone likes Rafe, but I honestly don’t remember who does and doesn’t. Just let me know and I can remove you from this post!
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don’t feel (3)
JJ Maybank x female reader
Masterlist
Part one // Part two // — // Part four
Summary: JJ comes to check on you after the disastrous kegger, finding you doing chores in the early hours of the morning
Word count: 1.9k (shorter than the others as its more of a filler chapter)
Warnings: abuse, mentions of abuse, blood, swearing, (nothing else?)
——- I am in no way romanticising abuse if you have any issues with my writing pls message me
A/N: this isnt my best i’m sorry but reading through it i wasn’t sure where to change it, and because its acting as more of a filler it’s not hugely important anyway - but next part should be all fluff i hope so i’m looking forward to writing it :)) // as always feedback is appreciated
“I can explain!” You exclaimed, hands out defensively as your parents stood up from your bed.
Both your mum and dad crossed their arms, the tapping of your mum’s foot being the only noice in the room for a few seconds, “Okay then young lady, explain.” Your mum said expectantly.
“I needed some fresh air, and I knew you were asleep downstairs mum,” you looked at the floor away from her piercing gaze, “so I didn’t want to wake you and left through my window I’m sorry.”
“You ‘went out for some air’ looking like that?” Your dad waved his hand at your outfit and ruined makeup, his eyebrows raised.
“I- um, was wearing this already and I was upset.” You knew your excuse was getting progressively worse, the lies you were telling getting harder and harder to believe, but you still wanted to try.
Without warning your mum’s hand connected with your face, “Don’t lie to us! We’re not stupid.”
You cupped your face in shock, trying to hold back the tears that were already threatening to spill out of your eyes. “I’m sorry, what can I do to make up for it?”
“Stop lying to us for one you little bitch.” Your dad spat at you, grabbing your wrist in an excruciatingly tight grip.
Your mum nodded her agreement, not even caring about the look of pain on your face as your dad began dragging you along towards the bathroom.
“Get cleaned up and then go and clean the pool.”
“But its the middle of the night-“
“You said you wanted some fresh air didn’t you? At leat you’re being helpful by doing this.” He shoved you into the bathroom, ignoring the way you tripped over your feet and fell, hitting the edge of the sink with your head on the way down.
The door slammed behind you, and just like that, the floodgates seemed to open for what felt like the fiftieth time that night. How do you have enough water left in your body for even more crying?
You lifted your hand up to where it had come into contact with the sink, pulling back when you felt a warm liquid, and even though your vision was blurry from the tears - it was obvious it was blood.
“Shit.” You reached for the sink, pulling yourself up from the floor so you could properly look into the mirror behind it.
Realising you had to fix this up before it got worse, you ran the tap, splashing some cold water on your face to get rid of some of the make up and combat the tears, and went into the cupboard searching for a clean piece of cloth to hold up against the wound.
Standing in front of the mirror, a small towel held up against the cut to stop the bleeding, you examined yourself and the only words that could describe you right now was ‘a fucking mess’.
After several minutes you removed the towel, happy to see that the bleeding had slowed almost completely, and so began clearing the rest of yourself up, starting with removing the make up stains across your whole face. Once you felt and looked less like someone who had been crying for the whole night, you quietly left the bathroom and changed into some leggings and an oversized sweatshirt. You didn’t want to go and do some chores at this time of night but you weren’t going to upset your parents again as they had almost gone easy on you tonight.
Heading downstairs you heard your parent’s bedroom door shut, one of them had probably been waiting to make sure you go outside.
You had never liked the shed where all the pool cleaning stuff was stored, it was something about the spiders that lived in there that had always freaked you out, scared one would fall on you if you moved something. Taking a few deep breaths to try and prepare yourself, you stepped into the small wooden building, sidestepping over a broken spade and grabbed the equipment you needed.
Your pool wasn’t huge like some on this street, but it was still big enough to be a pain in the ass to clean, you threw the equipment on the floor, grabbing a net to remove all the leaves and bugs that had fallen into the water and began the cleaning process.
It took about 10 minutes to remove all the debris, and as you turned your attention to brushing some dirt off the walls, you heard movement behind you. In most situations you would assume this was one of your parents, but for once without a doubt you knew it wasn’t them as you were facing the house and there had been no movement inside.
Your heart was racing, this was like some sort of crime show where you get murdered and left to bleed out in your pool - no you weren’t going to let your thoughts head down that road, it was probably a cat or something, yeah something harmless, you slowly began to convince yourself.
You began to turn around, the brush you were holding close to your chest ready for its debut as a weapon if needed, when your heart leapt out of your skin at the tall figure you were met with.
As you lifted the brush, ready to strike, you realised you knew the figure, his deep blue eyes staring at you, a small smirk playing at his lips.
“What the fuck!” You say, wary you can’t be any louder in case your parents hear, “Did you follow me home or something?”
He held up his hands in surrender, “I didn’t follow you home, but I might’ve asked someone where you lived.”
“That’s not any less creepy JJ if I’m being honest - why did you come to my house?”
“Well I was going to make sure you were okay and maybe play out a rom com situation where I talk to you at your window, but instead it seems to be one of the classic porn scenarios, not that I’m complaining.” He smirked at you.
You roll your eyes in disgust, “Get your head out the gutter. And as you can see I’m fine so please leave.”
“I hear you say fine, but it’s the early hours of the morning and you’re cleaning a pool, as well as some sort of head injury that I can feel by the way, so I’m going with you’re not fine.” He raises his eyebrows at you in question.
Fuck, you’d forgotten about that recent development, annoyed there was now someone you could never hide your pain from, for better or worse.
“I’m cleaning because after my disaster of a night, I couldn’t get to sleep so I thought this would help clear my mind, and its a small cut from where I fell in the bathroom and hit my head because I’m clumsy. That good enough for you?” You were almost proud of how easily you could lie to people, but in fairness you had fell in the bathroom so that one wasn’t exactly a lie, more of an omission of the whole truth.
JJ nodded to himself, “We’re gonna have to talk about it at some point.”
“Talk about what?” You asked, worried he might’ve not believed what you’d said and was making theories about your home life.
“The soulmate thing.”
“Oh,” you breathed out, “yeah probably, although there’s not much to say.”
He let out a small chuckle, “Well this is going to be harder than I thought, you’re not one for being emotional and open are you?”
“Not really no,” you couldn’t help but laugh a little at yourself, “but I understand we might need to get to know each other now.”
“Great.” He stepped towards you, smiling, “Should we start now?”
“We’ve already clarified I’m cleaning a pool, do you need your eyes checked or something?”
He raised his eyebrows at the way your words dripped with sarcasm, “I think my eyes are fine baby, I guess we’ll have to reschedule to tomorrow then.”
“I guess we do.” You respond, trying to ignore the way your stomach fluttered when he called you baby, especially because he was clearly trying to get a rise out of you.
“Alright, can you surf?”
“How will that help us to get to know each other?”
“You learn a lot surfing with someone, and it means we spend most of the day together - so can you surf?”
You consider telling him that you couldn’t, but you were actually pretty good and this could be an opportunity to show him up - and because he was your soulmate you really did want to get to know him, you were just too stubborn to admit it at the moment.
“Yeah I can blondie, hope you’re ready to be put to shame.” You laughed.
“Oh I cant wait,” he smiled at you, “I’ll meet you at the beach at ten?”
“Ten’s good for me, and hey maybe we’ll both actually sleep before then.”
“Alright,” he looked like he wanted to step closer to you but instead settled on a small wave, “I’ll see you then.”
He gave you one last smile before turning away and heading back out of your garden, and as you watched him leave and thought about your “date” tomorrow your heart quickened.
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As JJ walked away from you he smiled to himself, he had never met someone like you - anyone he’d ever been with he either hadn’t got to know or they didn’t excite him in the way he wanted. The only person he’d ever considered to date was Kie as she knew some of the darkest things about him and stayed around and she joked around with him nicely, but he realised pretty quickly that she was better to have as a friend.
He’d only ever seen you a few times, and in the past week or so at that, but he was loving every minute he spent with you - your fiery attitude and sarcasm seemed to compliment his personality pretty well. And god when you laughed, he felt like there was nothing bad in the world and he wanted to do everything in his power to make you laugh, hopefully brightening your day and definitely making his day better.
There was one thing that he was worried about though, which was you seemed to be injured as often as he was, and you definitely weren’t going to be open about in the same way he hated talking about his dad. What if your family life wasn’t great either? If that was the case, it’d be hard for either of you to heal in the way you wanted with reminders of other people hurting someone you loved.
Loved. He couldn’t believe he was already thinking about that when he barely knew you and was terrified of love and the thought that people wouldn’t love him back. But he’d be an idiot if he let this opportunity pass him by self sabotaging the relationship.
So, with a slight spring in his step at the thought of your date tomorrow, he walked to the chateau, keeping the image of you laughing at the front of his mind.
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🍁numbers 14, 61, 98
14. If you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? Why?
Probably somewhere in australia even though the spiders there are horrendous I’ve always wanted to move there it seems so nice and I mean I watched h20 so like you bet imma go to mako island and become a mermaid
61. Have you ever peed in the woods?
Nope almost did on dofe but we found a pub so I didn’t have to lmao
98. Favourite month?
Probably October or December cause I love when it gets dark early and obvs Christmas and loads of peoples birthdays (and snow once in a blue moon)
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(tattoos) do you have/want and tattoos and piercings?
piercings: i have normal lobe ear piercings but i also want helix piercings! kinda want a septum piercing too, but i’m a lil scardy cat lol
tattoos: i don’t have any tattoos but i would love to get a small one somewhere on my ribs and maybe another on my back near my shoulder!
✨ send me random asks while i’m road trippin’✨
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☀️ pls - where's your roadtrip to?
i’m going to tennessee (((: yeehaw babey
you remind me of driving out to a field to watch the sunset and look at the stars, listening to song and feeling seen, the color indigo, listening to the rain fall, chocolate chip pancakes on a sunday morning, soothing back rubs followed by a forehead kiss, and just the feeling of serenity when going for a night drive with your favorite music playing
road trip with me!
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200 followers 🥺
I don't know what I did to deserve any of you but I thank you all for putting up with my shitposts and my writing that's pretty dodgy sometimes but I post it anyway. I love this hell hole of an app, and this fandom. The amount of support I've been given and the friends I've made, fuck I love you all. You're the most amazing people I know.
Moving on from the soppy stuff, let's celebrate!
Drew Starkey's playlist celebration
Thank you to @diverdcwn for helping me with a theme
You don't have to send in the song artist I just wrote them in incase anyone wants them I don't know. I'll also be finishing the blurbs but I hit 200 whilst doing them hahaha
War of my life (John mayer) - the regular games, fmk, most likely to, cast your moots, the jazz
Sober (childish gambino) - ships, I'll try my best
Shut-in tourist (band of horses) - random advice I have
Shame (the avett brothers) - vibe check
Oxford Town (Bob dylan) - first impressions
Cherry (ratatat) - send me your tumblr crushes!
Drive (the cars) - moodboards! I'll make you a moodboard of what you remind me of, or anything you want me to make you one of
Tagging some friends
@diverdcwn @https-luna @starlightstarkey @midnightmagicmusings @spideymyluv @royalmerchant @sortagaysortahigh @uwubonebabie @gforgenevieve @rae131415 @ilovejjmaybank @sguymon21 @outerbankslut @bricksatanakinswindow @jiaraendgame @anxietyandtacos @outrebanx I'm sorry if I missed you I'm blanking right now
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Simple Melancholy pt. 2 ❣ Kelce ❣
for my full masterlist and the first part, click here! If you want to be added to the taglist for this fic or any of my other works, just let me know!
word count - 4.4k
warnings - Brief mentions of past abuse, underage drinking, swearing
synopsis - Jemma “Little J” Maybank finds herself a little over her head when she accidentally falls for a boy from Figure Eight. Between her overly protective brother and Kelce’s incredibly rude friends, neither of them are sure how they’re going to make it, but they’re determined to.
tagging - @diverrdown, @yourlocalauthor, @outrebanx, @starkeystyles, @simonsbluee, @parkerpetertingle,
a/n - I’m sorry it took me so long to update this, but I hope you enjoy this part! I love you all. Stay safe, stay healthy, and stay the grooviest.
The water beat against Jemma, her surfboard flying over her head. She tried to push herself to the surface, but another wave crashed into her before she could. The force of the water pushed her into the hard sand, but the pain didn’t register. All Jemma could think about was getting a breath of air.
It wasn’t until the waves pushed her onto the shore that she could finally breathe. Coughing up water and gasping for air, Jemma crawled away from the water.
“That was a nasty wipeout, Little J!” John B said, laughing as he and the others ran over to her.
“Jemma, are you okay?” JJ asked. He dropped to the sand and put a hand on her back as he brushed wet and matted hair out of her face. Nodding, Jemma coughed again. “Come on.”
JJ ducked under her arm and helped her to her feet, moving her farther away from the water. John B, Kie, and Pope followed, dropping their surfboards into the sand. JJ lowered his sister back onto the ground as she continued to suck in deep breaths.
“That...was...sick,” she said, gasping with each word. And then she smiled up at her brother. He shook his head, wrapped his arm around her neck, and tugged her in for a side hug.
“It was pretty cool,” JJ said with a grin. “That’s going in the pogue hall of fails, Little J.”
“Anyone get a picture?” She teased. Kie and Pope, who were still standing with worried looks on their faces, glanced between each other. John B walked over to the cooler they had brought for surfing day and pulled out a beer bottle. When he came back, he handed it off to Jemma and JJ didn’t even protest.
Once she could breathe steadily enough, Jemma popped open the beer and took a short drink. John B sat down beside her with a beer of his own. He grinned at Jemma and JJ narrowed his eyes slowly.
“Don’t be looking at my sister like that,” JJ said. Jemma and John B looked at him with raised eyebrows.
“Get your head out of your ass, bubba,” John B said, taking another sip. JJ looked like he was about to beat his friend into the sand, but Jemma reached out and put a hand over her brother’s.
“Would you chill?” She asked him, a twinge of irritation in her voice. JJ huffed and dropped his hands into the sand. Jemma shook her head and took another swig of beer. She wouldn’t lie and say she would be mad if John B looked at her the way her brother always accused him of. She’d practically grown up with him, been there for him through some of his worst moments and he had been there for her in hers. Thinking about macking her brother’s best friend wasn’t the worst crime Jemma had ever committed. It was, however, the only crime that would probably get her killed.
In an attempt to shake the thoughts away, Jemma pushed herself onto her feet, teetering ever so slightly as she did so. She felt lightheaded, her vision going dark for a second.
“Where are you going?” Kie asked, putting a hand out to steady her friend.
“Gotta go get my board,” Jemma replied.
“I’ll come.” John B started to push himself upward, but not before JJ tackled him back to the sand.
“No way in hell!” His words seemed harsh, but there was a laugh in his voice. Jemma scoffed and rolled her eyes as the boys rolled around, kicking up sand.
“Dude!” Kie protested, trying to jump out of the way of their flailing legs.
“I’ll come with you,” Pope said but Jemma shook her head.
“I don’t need an escort,” she told him with a laugh.
“I’ll come anyway.”
Jemma shrugged and took another sip of beer. If she had felt more attached to her personal items, Jemma might have been upset that her board wasn’t currently on her person. But she had gotten used to disappointment. Losing it would just be losing another thing. From her experience, nothing stayed long, why would a surfboard?
But, losing it would be a potential reason for her dad to get angry. Jemma’s first reaction to her dad being angry with her for losing her board was fear, but the second was bitterness. Let him hate her, let him hit her, let him throw everything he had at her. She could take it.
“Are you even looking?” Pope asked as Jemma stared existentially out into the ocean.
“Huh?” She turned to look at him and he raised his eyebrows. “Right.”
Taking a long drink of beer, she narrowed her eyes and scanned the surface of the water. Waves still crashed against the shore, but there was no sign of her sunset orange board.
“JJ said you got a tutoring gig,” Pope said, shoving his hands into his pockets. Jemma felt herself grimace.
“Yup.” She took a drink.
“Didn’t go well?”
“No, it went perfectly fine. Guy’s a dickhead though.”
“I’m sorry, Little J.”
“Don’t sweat it.” Jemma smiled behind a sip. “At least I’m making money.”
Jemma wasn’t sure why she was so quick to call Kelce a dickhead. He really hadn’t been that terrible any of the times she had come over. After their first mini fight, it seemed like everything became less tense. She helped him write his essays and study for his tests and he didn’t complain nearly as much as JJ did. He tried to ask her questions about her personal life, but she avoided them at all costs. There was no reason for him to get to know her. They weren’t friends. They were supposed to hate each other.
But Jemma couldn’t help but feel like he tried so hard to get to know her because he wanted a real connection with someone that wasn’t just it in for his money. Then again, maybe she was just projecting. Truth be told, he was actually really sweet. And funny. And adorable. And-
“There!” Pope put one hand on her shoulder and pointed with his other.
“Where?”
“There, dumbass!”
Then she saw it, floating by itself just beyond the crashing waves. A smile spread across Jemma’s face. She shoved her beer bottle into Pope’s hands and started for the water.
“Little J, wait!” His attempts to hold her back failed, but his shouting got JJ’s attention.
Jemma dove underneath the first wave she came in contact with. All of her senses came to life. When she was away from the water, it always felt like there was a part of her that was dead, or at least not alive. Even when the ocean tried its hardest to kill her, she always found herself yearning to be right back in it to feel that last bit of life she so deeply desired.
Which was why, even though she had yet to completely catch her breath after her beat down, she didn’t hesitate to dive in headfirst.
“Jemma!” She heard JJ yell over the thundering waves, but she wouldn’t listen. Even after her feet could no longer touch the ground below, Jemma didn’t slow. She maneuvered through the waves until she reached her board.
“Reunited,” she whispered, breathless, a gleeful smile on her face. Before she clambered on top of it, she pressed a kiss against the deck. She rode the waves back to shore, her smile never once fading. But JJ was fired up all over again which was almost enough to put her back in a sour mood as she ran over with the surfboard under her arm.
“You almost died and you just run back into the water like a maniac?” He asked. Jemma shrugged.
“Had to get my board.”
“I could have gotten it for you.”
“I don’t need you to do everything for me. I’m not a baby, J.”
“I know you’re not, but-”
“But nothing.” Jemma tried to keep her smile. “Can I have my beer back?”
Pope, not wanting to get between Jemma and JJ, handed the beer back to her before running back to stand next to Kie. She was waiting patiently to deescalate any situation that arose, John B laughing silently to himself to the side. Not breaking eye contact with her brother, Jemma took a long drink of her beer. He narrowed his eyes but said nothing. The wind blew and a sudden, sharp pain made Jemma gasp.
Looking down, she saw a sand rash marred the skin around her hip bone. JJ’s eyes followed hers and he rolled his eyes.
“That’s what you get for being a dumbass,” he said, but then he stepped forward and took the beer can from her. “We should get this cleaned out.”
“It’s a burn, not a bullet hole,” Jemma said with a roll of her eyes.
“It looks pretty bad, Little J,” John B said, walking over to her and JJ. She looked up at met his concerned look. “We should get you home
“Okay,” she said, her voice cracking.
“Okay,” JJ mocked her voice. Jemma slapped her hand against his shoulder. “Ow! What the hell!”
“You’re a douche,” Jemma snapped. JJ sneered.
“Well, you’re stuck with me.”
“I’ll help you to the car,” John B interrupted.
“No!” Jemma and JJ both shouted at the same time.
“I can walk perfectly fine,” Jemma tried to say in a calmer voice, offering John B an apologetic smile.
“You’re not touching my sister with a ten foot pole,” JJ warned, pointing a finger at his best friend.
“Would you knock it off?” Jemma shoved her brother back. JJ was about to retaliate when Pope and Kie stepped in.
“Alright, you two,” Kie said, putting her hands on Jemma’s shoulders and pulling her backward. It wasn’t a rare occurrence for Jemma and JJ to fight, in fact, it happened almost every time they hung out with the Pogues. It was just life with the Maybank twins.
By the time John B’s van rattled to a stop at the Chateau, the argument between Jemma and JJ was completely forgotten. They were chatting back and forth about whatever dumb movie they had stolen from the abandoned Blockbuster even as the entire group clambered out of the car.
“I gotta go get this cleaned up,” Jemma said, covering her sand rash to keep the wind off of it. She wasn’t a pussy, but sand rashes hurt like a bitch.
“You got to tutor today?” JJ asked as she headed off toward the house.
“Yup. In about an hour.”
“Your nails aren’t done.”
Jemma felt herself smile. Ever since their stupid argument about nail polish, JJ had knicked a few bottles from the Kook cougars he worked for to give to her. It was an olive branch gesture, one that made Jemma smile just thinking about.
“Don’t have time for it today,” she told him. JJ shrugged his shoulders, trying to seem like he didn’t care. “But I’ll paint them tonight when I get back, yeah? That blue color was really nice.”
He perked his head up and a hint of a smile crossed his face. The others weren’t entirely sure what was going on, but they knew it to be a Maybank Moment. These moments usually followed a fight, so they weren’t really surprised.
Trotting up the porch steps and into the house, Jemma couldn’t help her smile. There was a small part of her that was giddy. Even though it was only her fifth time going over to Kelce’s to help him study, she found herself looking forward to it. Maybe it was because she could almost convince herself that she was living like Kook for three hours. Maybe it was because when Kelce looked at her, he didn’t see the damaged goods from the cut that she saw in the mirror.
After cleaning her sand rash, Jemma threw on a new outfit, something a little nicer than before that covered up the beating her body took from the ocean. Saying a quick goodbye to her friends, she took off toward Figure Eight.
She wasn’t even the least bit nervous knocking on Kelce’s door that night. It was later than she usually went over, but he had texted her the day before asking to change the times a bit. Jemma was more than happy to comply. It just meant that she could spend the rest of the day with her friends.
When he opened the front door, he was smiling. God, she loved his smile.
“Hi,” he said, leaning his hand against the door. Jemma couldn’t help the stupid grin on her face.
“Hi.”
He just watched her for a moment as she tapped her fingers against the back of her hand. Then he suddenly cleared his throat and opened the door even more.
“Come in.”
Jemma stepped inside, immediately kicking off her shoes and setting her bag on the counter.
“So, what are we studying to-”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
A shout from another room in the house startled Jemma. She jumped, turning her concerned gaze toward Kelce, who grimaced.
“A few of the boys are over,” he explained slowly, tucking his hands into his pockets. Jemma raised her eyebrows as her pulse started to slow back down to normal.
“Is this why you pushed the time back?”
Kelce stepped toward her in a hurried attempt to cover for himself.
“You’ve been helping me out so much I just wanted to give you a break in return for all your help,” he said. Jemma almost laughed.
“Kelce, your parents literally pay me to be here. I don’t need you to do anything else for me,” she told him. For a brief second, there was almost something like hurt behind his eyes, as if wondering whether or not she would still come if the money stopped flowing into her bank account.
“I just want you to meet my friends.”
“I know your friends. We don’t get along.”
“It’s just a few guys. They’ll be cool, I swear!”
Jemma eyed him carefully, but she heard the desperation behind his words. She wasn’t sure what came over her that made her finally nod her head with a sigh. It didn’t matter which of Kelce’s friends were over, there was no way this was going to end well.
He gestured toward the living room and Jemma let him lead her there.
“Fuck you!” the same voice from before screamed. Jemma saw the TV and the game that was on before she saw who was watching. Clearly, the game was not going in their favor. But then she saw Rafe Cameron and Topper Thornton sitting on Kelce’s couch. Fear immediately rose in her stomach at the sight of them, her eyes going wide.
“Shit, shit, shit!” She seethed, moving out of the doorway and behind a wall. With a scowl on his face, Kelce followed after her.
“Jemma, what-”
“You didn’t say your friends were Topper and Rafe,” she whispered, her chest heaving.
“I said a few guys.” Jemma shut her eyes and leaned her head back against the wall. “What’s going on?”
Jemma tried to steady her breathing before answering. She popped one eye open only to see Kelce watching her with a worried look on his face. She let out a deep sigh and pulled him farther away from the living room.
“You have to swear to never repeat to anyone what I’m about to tell you,” she said, her voice low. Kelce nodded his head.
“What happens in the house stays in the house,” he said, repeating one of Jemma’s rules. Jemma swallowed a hard lump in her throat, cringing as she tried to build up the courage to say what she was about to say.
“Okay.” She put her shaking hands up and took a deep breath in through her nose. “Don’t be mad at me.”
“Why would I be mad?”
“Because I’m about to tell you something that might ruin your perception of me.”
“Nothing could do that.”
Jemma ignored the way her heart spiked. She heaved out a sigh, tapping her head against the wall again. There was no easy way to say what she was about to say.
“JJ and I got into an argument once a few months back. A bad one,” she started, peering back at the entrance to the living room as if waiting for someone to walk right through. “He wouldn’t let me run off with this touron I met at a party. I was angry as hell and horny as hell and drunk as hell, so I did something I knew would royally piss him off.”
Kelce scowled, still not really understanding. Jemma was hoping that she could get him to understand without spelling it out completely, but it didn’t appear to be working.
“I found the one guy I knew would make my brother the angriest and I…” She trialed off, gesturing with her hand until Kelce got the picture. She watched him press his lips into a fine line. “Not my proudest moment, but-”
“Who was the guy?” Kelce asked, his voice as quiet as hers was. Jemma swore quietly to herself. He was really going to make her say it, wasn’t he? She bounced a few times before blurting the name out as quickly as she could.
“Rafe.”
“Oh, my god, Jemma!”
“Shh!” She hissed desperately, pressing her hand to Kelce’s mouth and turning to make sure no one heard. “I told you not to be mad!”
Kelce swatted her hand off of his mouth.
“I’m not mad...I’m just….” Kelce put a hand on his head before dropping it back to his side. Jemma grimaced at the expression on his face. “You’re a fucking minor, Jemma. And he’s-”
“I know!” Jemma wrapped her arms around her stomach. “It was a mistake.”
“A one time mistake?”
Jemma set her jaw, starting to bounce again. She got bouncy when she was nervous.
“A multiple time mistake.”
“Oh, god.”
“So, now you know why I can’t go in there, right?” She was begging him to understand, to just let her walk away. She hadn’t seen, let alone spoken to, Rafe since their last hook up a month or so ago. She wasn’t really intended on tonight being that night. Kelce turned away from her, his hands on his hips. He was reacting almost as badly as she expected JJ too. She wasn’t sure why he was so upset by it. At least, she told herself she didn’t.
“I thought you hated him,” Kelce said, turning back to look at her. Jemma chewed on her lip, holding her arms tighter.
“I hate his guts, but….” She trailed off, letting out an embarrassed breath. Her words grew quieter. “I also have a bad habit of letting him rearrange my guts.”
Kelce scoffed and Jemma grimaced. That was the worst possible way she could have said it. It seemed like every time she opened her mouth, she was just making things worse. If only she could just dig a hole and bury herself deep inside. She would rather be literally anywhere other than where she was now.
“It’s not like I actually like him, or anything.” She was still trying to defend her actions for whatever reason. She just couldn’t bear to have Kelce thinking that she was easy like everyone else did. The thought forced tears into her eyes. “It was just-”
Kelce lifted his hand and Jemma swallowed her words. His eyes were closed, pinched shut. She waited for him to explode, to scream at her, call her a whore, maybe even shove her around. It was what she expected from men. She messed up and they came for her, tooth and nail.
But Kelce never even curled his hands into fists. He waited to talk until his breathing was steady, until the confusion and anger were gone from his face. Then he opened his eyes slowly to look at her.
Jemma hadn’t realized how tense she was, waiting for an attack, until Kelce lifted his hand to rest on her shoulder and she flinched. He pulled his hand back, a concerned look on his face as he leaned away from her.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, his eyebrows pinching together.
“I...I should go.” Jemma took a few steps to the side before starting for the front door.
“Jem...wait.” Kelce caught her by the wrist, his grip gentle. Still, she spun around ready for the attack that she still expected to come. Her eyes were wide, her breathing heavy. “You wanna get out of here? Go somewhere quieter?”
Jemma’s body relaxed out of surprise and she scowled.
“What?”
“I’m not mad at you, Jemma. You’re entitled to live your own life. I was just shocked is all.”
Jemma kept her scowl for a few more moments even as he dropped his hand from her wrist. She was trying to figure out what his angle was. There had to be a reason he was doing this, saying the things he was saying. There had to be a reason he was talking so softly, so gently.
Her dad used to do it a lot when she was younger. Pretend he wasn’t mad just so he could explode later. Get her crying in his arms before throwing her to the floor. Make her think she was safe and then….
She couldn’t help but wonder if Kelce was doing the same thing now. It took her a few pondering moments to decide that he wasn’t.
Stepping out of her defensive stance, she kept a small scowl on her face, just in case.
“Sure.”
At her acceptance of his offer, Kelce smiled. It wasn’t the same, wide smile as before, but he was happy to hear her response. He walked her back to the front door, sending one last look back toward his friends.
“Will they miss you?” Jemma asked as she stepped into Kelce’s car, her legs still shaking ever so slightly. Kelce shrugged and shut her door for her.
“Not likely.”
Jemma rolled down the window, hoping that the cool evening air would be enough to calm her nerves.
“So,” Kelce said, one hand resting lazily on the wheel and his other hanging out his open window. “Rafe.”
Jemma scoffed and rolled her eyes, a small, cringing smile on her lips.
“I ended it,” she said, refusing to look at him as she watched the rich people houses dash by in a blur. “It felt wrong, lying to my brother all the time.”
“I thought you did it to piss him off.”
“Yeah, I did, but I didn’t want to get Rafe murdered because I was being petty.”
To Jemma’s surprise, Kelce actually laughed. It was a nice sound, like the waves against the shore. No, something softer than that but just as powerful.
“And,” Jemma continued, though she didn’t know why. “It made me feel like...like the things people said about me were all true.”
“What things?”
It was Jemma’s turn to laugh, but hers was bitter, accompanied by a roll of her eyes.
“You know.” Kelce glanced over at her and gave his head a little shake. “That I’m easy. That I’ve got daddy issues and that means I’ll let anyone in my pants. That my dad….” She paused. “Whore, slut, homewrecker, the whole nine yards. You’re telling me that you’ve never heard anyone say that about me?”
Kelce shrugged his shoulders, but Jemma knew he was lying. She let out a heavy breath.
“Fine,” Kelce said. “I’ve heard it all. But I never believed it.”
Jemma raised her eyebrows, leaning back against her seat and looking at him as she propped a foot up onto the dashboard.
“Really?”
“Yeah.” Kelce fixed his eyes on the road. “Most decent guys don’t believe it when someone says stuff like that about a girl.”
“Most decent guys wouldn’t touch me with a ten foot pole.”
Jemma’s mind went back to the beach, to John B’s offer to help her, to JJ telling him off by saying the same thing. She scrunched up her nose and looked down at her hands. Never before had any of these words ever left her mouth before, to anyone, not even her closest friends, her family. How was it that Kelce had managed to pry it out of her after only knowing her for a few weeks?
“I haven’t seen my parents in two months,” Kelce said suddenly. He didn’t tear his gaze from the road even as Jemma looked up at him. “They’ve been contacting you from somewhere in Europe.”
“Kelce, you don’t have to-”
“No, you bore your soul to me. I just want you to know that you can trust me with these things.” He looked over at her finally. “So, I’m trusting you. My parents pay so little attention to me, the only reason they know that my grades were as low as they were was because I told them.”
Jemma felt her jaw tense, her throat starting to swell.
“I’m sorry.”
Comforting people wasn’t her strong suit.
“It’s been this way all my life.” He shrugged. “Do you trust me yet?”
Jemma felt a smile pull at the edges of her lips, but she tried to hold it back.
“We’re getting there.”
“Friends?”
Jemma narrowed her eyes, pulling at her lip with her teeth as she mulled the idea over.
“Friends have nicknames for each other,” she said finally, crossing her arms. “I’ll call you Kellie.”
Kelce laughed.
“No way in hell!”
“I thought you wanted to be friends.”
“I do!” Jemma cocked an eyebrow. “Fine. You can call me Kellie. As long as I can call you Jem.”
Jemma felt her heart freeze in her chest. The only person who ever called her Jem was her mom. Jemma swore to never let anyone else call her that in case her mom ever came back and laid claim on the name once again. But her mom was gone. She was gone and she wasn’t coming back. Jemma had to realize it eventually.
“Deal.” Jemma finally let herself smile. “So, Kellie, where are you taking me?”
He gave her a mischievous grin before settling his gaze back on the road.
“I guess you’re just going to have to wait and see, Jem.”
“It better be good.”
“Oh, trust me, I’m sure you’ll love it.”
Jemma’s smile grew wider.
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