okay iâve had to move to a new account because apparently iâm shadowbanned or some shit on this one and i canât reply or message anyone from here and basically donât get any tags or notifications so iâm now over at k-maybank
letâs try the scottish club chat over there @pakfiction @ghostiewriter đ¤
i donât have it? đ literally nothing works for me properly on this account for some reason - i canât reply to anything, most of my asks donât send, i donât receive half of the asks people send me and i donât get any notifications when iâm tagged??
i donât have it? đ literally nothing works for me properly on this account for some reason - i canât reply to anything, most of my asks donât send, i donât receive half of the asks people send me and i donât get any notifications when iâm tagged??
girllll iâve got the worldâs worst head cold ever đ˘ iâve honestly felt like iâm dying since friday and iâve done lateral flows everyday which are negative (thankfully and miraculously since i work in a school of all places) but they sent me home today to have a PCR done so i need to stay off tomorrow til i get my result
aw my gal i feel for you đ honestly on friday night i got this insane headache out of nowhere, my literal eye balls were aching, my face felt like it was physically bruised, my throat was like sandpaper and i was all congested and it lasted all day saturday and most of sunday too.. i felt slightly better this morning so i went to work (i didnât have a temperature or cough or anything) but they sent me home early for a PCR. i still donât have any actual COVID symptoms so fingers crossed itâs negative đ¤
Youâve literally just listed my symptoms. I can still smell and taste so Iâm taking that as a small win... Iâve just lay on the couch and cried at David Attenborough docs and written down 4k+ words in a feverish haze for my new fic. So thatâll be interesting to read back on đ
All the fingers and toes crossed for a negative result, Iâm so OVER the self isolation. Hope you keep feeling better!
girllll iâve got the worldâs worst head cold ever đ˘ iâve honestly felt like iâm dying since friday and iâve done lateral flows everyday which are negative (thankfully and miraculously since i work in a school of all places) but they sent me home today to have a PCR done so i need to stay off tomorrow til i get my result
aw my gal i feel for you đ honestly on friday night i got this insane headache out of nowhere, my literal eye balls were aching, my face felt like it was physically bruised, my throat was like sandpaper and i was all congested and it lasted all day saturday and most of sunday too.. i felt slightly better this morning so i went to work (i didnât have a temperature or cough or anything) but they sent me home early for a PCR. i still donât have any actual COVID symptoms so fingers crossed itâs negative đ¤
girllll iâve got the worldâs worst head cold ever đ˘ iâve honestly felt like iâm dying since friday and iâve done lateral flows everyday which are negative (thankfully and miraculously since i work in a school of all places) but they sent me home today to have a PCR done so i need to stay off tomorrow til i get my result
It was another night and another kegger at the boneyard, probably the last one for the summer, to be honest. The days were growing shorter now and the heat from the afternoon sun didnât linger in the air as much as it used to. But there were still barely dressed bodies littering the beach, empty beer cans stacked on top of slabs of driftwood and there was still a bonfire, roaring hot in the same scorched pit of sand.Â
The only difference was, JJ was sober.
It went fairly unnoticed by his friends, every time John B offered him another beer, he simply raised the can he was still nursing from when he arrived, his friend none the wiser to the fact it was the same one from two hours ago. He played dumb when a kook asked him for some weed, told him he didnât have any and merely shrugged his shoulders when Pope raised his eyebrows at him. But the two boys brushed it off and didn't ask questions. Everyone was either too busy or too drunk to notice.
âMaybank.â Everyone except Sarah, of course.
JJ side eyed the other blonde, holding his still almost full beer protectively to his chest, âCameron,â he greeted.Â
She dropped herself down onto the sand next to him, pushing her foot into his boot and offered him a rather expensive bottle of 1857 rosĂŠ. Sarah watched him with a glint in her eyes.Â
JJ twisted his lips as he looked at it, shook his head and took a sip from his lukewarm beer. He scrunched his nose at it.
âIs there a reason weâre not indulging tonight?â Sarah asked, a grin threatening to pull at her lips. She said it in a way that told JJ she already knew the answer and it made him huff out a sigh.
âJust not feeling like it, princess, that okay?â He watched her sink half the bottle in one gulp and he eyed her a little impressively, âbesides, someoneâs gotta make sure you donât end up with another concussion.â
Sarah rolled her eyes, âgod youâre worse than John B.â
JJ smirked, âdoubt that.â
âNothing to do with Kie then, no?â The girl asked, watching him as he turned to her sharply, his face set in a defensive scowl.
âWhat? No, wh-â
Sarah grinned, shrugging as she tried to sound casual. She nodded her head towards the other girl, talking to John B with hands that were empty of a cup, eyes that still looked too sharp. âKieâs not been drinking either,â Sarah said as a way of explanation.Â
She took another generous swig of her wine, flashed her teeth at the boy in a way that was more bite than smile and then let her mouth open in a dramatic gasp, âthatâs like, so weird, huh?â
âIâm gonna have to have a word with your boyfriend,â he shot at her, trying to hide an amused smile, âcause the girl truly didnât miss a fucking thing, âtell him he needs to have a chat with you about boundaries.â
âSnitch,â she snarked back, but her voice was full of affection and she bumped her shoulder against his own. Sarah followed JJâs gaze out across the sand, watched how it settled on Kiara and how a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips soon after.
She poked a finger into the dimple that appeared on his cheek, took absolutely no offence when he batted her away with an impatient hand. JJ looked at her, watched her smile and nod her head across the beach.
âGo talk to her.â
So he twisted his beer into the sand, decided not to argue with the girl anymore and stood up. He ignored her âwhoopâ of celebration, slapped her hands away with flushed cheeks when she swatted at his ass and told him âgo get your girlâ, âcause Jesus Christ, drunk Sarah had absolutely no boundaries.Â
He passed John B on his way across the sand, letting his fist bump against the boyâs in greeting.Â
âSarah harassing you again?â John B asked with a grin, waving to his girlfriend over JJâs shoulder.
âYou could say that,â the blonde boy responded but there was no heat behind his words and when he turned to flip off the girl, his eyes were fond. Sarah raised her almost empty bottle in return.
âPlease tell me youâve helped her finish that wine,â John B winced, looking at JJ hopefully. He swore when the other boy shook his head proudly.
âYour girlâs a damn fish, JB,â he smirked, âhonestly, Iâm impressed every time.â
John B just sighed, started walking towards where Sarah was now lying back on the embankment, pointing at the stars, âyouâve got it easy on the babysitting duties tonight,â he called back to JJ, âPopeâs chatting to a girl from the mainland and Kie is like, weirdly sober.â
JJ just nodded and shoved his hands into his pockets. He tried really hard to not care that his heart jumped at those words, that something inside him stopped and restarted, flipping his stomach in a way that made him feel like heâd had a few shots of vodka.Â
He thought back to last weekend. How heâd woken up on the Sunday to a house that was quieter than the night before. His head had pounded and the boy had stretched out on the bed that had somehow become his, kicked at the twisted sheets around his bare legs.Â
JJ had glanced at the alarm clock that was definitely from the eighties, squinted at the numbers that told him it was just past eleven and looked out the window. Heâd seen Kie in the hammock, the late morning sun bathing her in light and her long curls were still mussed from sleep. She had been wearing his sweatshirt, the grey one. The one heâd thrown at her the night before, a game glinting in his eyes and red wine coating his tongue.
âWhy donât you ask me again when weâre both sober?â Heâd recalled.
Fuck.
The boy grabbed at his red cap, swiped a hand through his hair and huffed out a breath. He was stressed . He was nervous? He spotted Kiara through the crowd, sitting high up on a piece of rock that jutted out from the land, just before the shoreline. Her long legs were swinging freely and bare, another damn dress skimming at her thighs. She spotted him and he watched her lips curl around a smile, beckon him over to her with one finger.Â
JJ swore quietly at the way his stomach dipped and he swallowed hard, jamming his cap on his head as he walked across the beach. He was nervous.Â
He didnât even have to say anything when he reached her, she just grinned at him and said goodbye to the guy sheâd been talking to, someone JJ didnât recognise from the island. He tried not to smirk when the stranger glared at him, stalking away with a beer in his hand.
JJ smiled when Kie reached both hands out to him, her spot on the rock face putting her head and shoulders above him. So he held onto her, told himself to stop being a fucking idiot when his breath hitched at the way her fingers curled around his own. She hopped down onto the sand beside him and in an act of bravery, possibly stupidity he thought, he didnât let her right hand go.
He raised one eyebrow, looked down at her with a hint of nervousness sparking in his eyes. âWanna take a walk?â
The boy grinned when she did, tugging at his hand instead of answering and pulling him out of the light that the bonfire gave. She led him off into the darkness, where the ocean soaked the sand and the only way they saw their footprints was from the glow that the moon gave them. Kie didnât let go of him.Â
They ended up walking back towards the chateau, finding the path out of instinct. They spoke softly as they walked along the edge of the beach, like being alone together was a secret and every laugh was hushed, like the night was theirs and theirs alone.Â
It felt dangerous, the way Kie intertwined her fingers with JJâs, how big his palm felt around her own. It felt deadly, the heat that she felt radiating from his body, the way his arm brushed against her own, how he was so close to her. He lifted a stray curl away from her face when they stopped by the roadside, she held her breath when he looked at her the way sheâd seen other boys look at her. Like he wanted to kiss her.
Except, this was JJ and his eyes flashed bright and blue when she felt a blush rise to her cheeks. JJ had dimples on his own when he smiled, had blonde hair that was always messy underneath his hats, full of sea salt and sunshine. He showed off too much bare, bronzed skin with sleeveless shirts, had cuts on his knuckles and fuck, JJ Maybank was really, really pretty.Â
Kiara stepped back from JJ and tried to tell herself her heart wasnât hammering, pulled at the boyâs hand and bit down on her lip when he followed willingly, close at her heels and god, she could feel his eyes on her. She was so aware of the way the fabric of her dress skimmed at the tops of her thighs, knew his eyes were roaming over her there and when she glanced back over her shoulder, she was proven right.
Normally she would tut at him, slap at his shoulder or lecture him on the importance of not objectifying the female body. But she was sober and she was shocked at how she loved the way his eyes were burning into her, loved the way the smooth silk of her dress licked at her skin and how his gaze followed the hem of it as it danced higher and higher when she walked.
So Kie swung her hips a little more, tightened her grip on his hand and watched him bite at his bottom lip. âCause they were both fucking sober and had no beer bottle to hide their feelings in, no joint to pass between them in order to keep their mouths busy from doing something else .
JJ didnât know where the night was gonna go, where this girl in a pretty dress was leading him to. He couldnât help but watch the way Kie moved in front of him, hips swaying and her dress dancing over her legs. He loved the way she was looking at him, over her shoulder with knowing eyes. Shy glances from under her lashes that reminded him of her sitting on the pullout in his clothes telling him how pretty she thought he was.
The girl tightened her hand around his and the night seemed to grow warmer around him.
Kie knew they were nearing the chateau when the night turned from black to aquamarine, candy floss pink and bright purple - the lights that JJ had strung around the old shack making it glow like a neon wonderland in the middle of the marsh.Â
They were still holding hands.Â
Kie turned from where she was still walking in front of him and JJ followed the way her body twisted with appreciative eyes that Kie didnât seem to mind as much as she used to. The girl looked him up and down in a way that was so blatant, it made JJ flush hot, his breathing deep and slow.
Oh shit.
Kie walked past the chateau porch, didnât even look behind her when she made her way to the grove of trees where the hammock hung. She knew he was following her. So she wasnât surprised when she turned to face him, letting her back fall against the rough bark of a tree trunk, JJ already close to her.Â
The lights above washed them in blues and purples, pink shadows glowing at their feet from a pile of lights JJ had thrown in a nearby bush. Kie watched the way the boyâs normally blue eyes were turned violet under the neon lights, hot and watching her.Â
The night felt electric.Â
She let her head fall back against the tree, bit at her bottom lip and looked up at him, âdâyou remember what you asked me last week?â
JJ took a step towards her, watched fuchsia and lavender lights blink over Kieâs long legs and it took him a second or two to tear his gaze away and let his eyes meet her own. He nodded slowly, watched Kieâs eyes dip to look at his mouth.
âI uh,â he swallowed hard, â I asked you if you ever thought about kissing me.â
JJ took another step towards Kiara, letting out a hitched breath when she moved her feet apart a little more, silently allowing him to get closer to her.Â
He eyed the tiny strap of her dress, too delicate and too tempting on her shoulder. He reached out to hook a finger around it, thought back to a few weekends before and how the girl couldn't stop touching him, how heâd waited the whole fucking week to hear the anwer to the question heâd whispered to her on John Bâs sofa.
JJ let his knuckle brush across the skin under the little strap, fixed his gaze on it, eyes greedy.
âHave you?â he whispered to her, the only other sounds in the night came from cicadas and something splashing far away in the marshes. The boy flicked his eyes to her, bit away the smirk that was tugging at his lips. âHave you thought about it before?â
Kiara burned under his touch, her fingers twisting at the hem of her dress, impatient and wanting. She felt the night air at her thighs, felt the breeze touch at the skin there and she thought about JJâs hands instead.
She nodded.
The boy gave the strap a little tug, experimental and curious. He brought his free hand to press against the tree behind her, caged her between it and his body in a way that made Kie suck in a quiet breath. He spoke to her lips when he asked:
âStill thinking about it?â
His boots nudged the side of her chucks when he moved into her a little, the rough denim of his jeans grazing at her calves, her thighs. JJ let go of her dress strap and Kie didnât know if she was relieved or devastated. She watched a small smile appear on his lips, dimples following and she felt buzzed despite only drinking a goddamn lemonade, glaring at anyone who dared to ask why.
Kie nodded again, licked her lips before speaking, âYeah, I am.â
Her curls were lit up with blue and pink, purple flashes blinking over her features and JJ kept thinking back to those other nights at the boneyard and how they always ended up with them back at the chateau, touching too much. More than they were ever able to handle.Â
Youâre so pretty, youâre so pretty, youâre so pretty.Â
His heart was thundering, rattling at his bones and making him feel too hot. Kieâs words were swimming his head and shit, it was fucking amazing. He only noticed her hand had curled into the front of his top when she tugged at him, pulling him even closer until his hand grabbed at her waist for balance, the other still bracing himself on the tree, holding himself off of her. They had centimetres of space between them but it felt like the whole goddamn island. The boy wanted to feel her pressed up against him, bare skin under his palms and he needed to put his lips on her, somewhere, anywhere.Â
They didnât have an audience this time, the chateau sitting empty behind them and the night quiet. There was no beer flooding his veins, no weed making his head hazy. Nothing but his own thoughts, clear and screaming at him, is this a bad idea?Â
But you see, JJ was stone cold sober and he knew the answer was no. Kiara was looking up at him from under her lashes, her small hand warm and soft and sneaking into the space where heâd slashed his T-shirt sleeves off. Her palm found his sides, fingertips running over his rib cage and made his lips part in a sigh.Â
This was the best fucking idea theyâd ever had.Â
âCan I kiss you?â JJ whispered, his nose brushing against the girls. He didnât know when theyâd moved even closer, didnât know if sheâd pulled him to her. Her hand was still clutching at his shirt, the other on his waist and the boy felt a little desperate. Kiara smelled like peaches and lemonade, sun cream and sea salt from earlier in the day.Â
Kiara was nodding when she grasped at his face, fingers splayed across his jawline and her stomach doing backflips at how fucking close he was. She felt a little bit of stubble under her fingers, loved the way her hand rasped against it when she pulled at him to bring him down to her.Â
Was this okay? Should they be doing this?Â
His lips caught her own hesitantly, soft and barley touching. JJ felt Kieâs bottom lip slip from between his, sighed into her at the taste of grapefruit lip balm.Â
Yes, she thought, yes, yes, yes.Â
The boy pulled away slightly, breath already ragged from just a small touch of her lips. He was wrecked.Â
âThis is okay,â she whispered against his lips, eyes still closed and her hands grabbing at his waist until her knuckles turned white. Kie was reeling from the feel of his lips on hers, âthis is okay, right?â
His forehead bumped against hers and JJ smiled, thoughts settled on the way her lips were parted and still grazing against his. He felt drugged. He nodded, shy, greedy and unsure if she wanted more like he did.Â
So he tilted his head down to Kieâs again, didnât hear her protest at all when his lip brushed her top lip first, grazing against her bottom before pressing into her. He kissed her slowly, letting the girl get used to the taste of him, mint and lemonade together. He swallowed the moan she kissed into him, sighed heavily back when her hands travelled back up to his face, grabbing at his cheeks before raking into the hair at the back of his neck.Â
She felt the boy cup at her jaw, his hand overwhelming big against her cheek and he used his thumb to pull at her bottom lip a little, a hint, a question, a silent plea. His tongue darted out when she opened her mouth for him, groaned and grabbed at him when it swiped over her own.Â
Jesus fucking christ.Â
Their slow kiss turned frantic, the shyness they felt slipping away and thundering hearts replaced the feeling of butterflies in stomachs, an aching need building there instead. JJ bit at the girls lip, bold and brazen at the high her kiss gave him, an overwhelming feeling of fucking euphoria taking over him.Â
He huffed out a laugh against her lips, pulled away to press a kiss to her once, twice, soft and a little teasing.
âThis means you still think Iâm pretty right?â
Kiara nipped at his waist, grinned when he pouted mockingly and grabbed the brim of his cap. She pulled it off of him, placed it on herself backwards and settled one foot behind her on the tree, knee bent and hitched up towards his hip. JJ took the hint, letting his hand curl around her thigh, swallowing tight at the way her dress slipped away from her skin. The material pooled at her inner thigh and he felt his lips part in a silent curse.
Kiara was smirking when he ripped his gaze back to her own, his favourite red hat settled over her wild curls, that fucking tiny strap falling down off her shoulder and her knee pressed high across his hip.Â
He wanted to press himself into her, feel the heat between her thighs and stay there all goddamn night.
âYou still think Iâm the prettiest girl on this island, Maybank?âÂ
Kie was cotton candy pink and blue lights licked at all the bare skin she had on show for him. JJ let his eyes rake over her, slow and deliberate, exhilarated at the feeling of no longer trying to hide it. His jaw clenched at the way her thigh tightened against his side and he blew out a long breath when he watched her curls tumble around her, his own fucking damn hat on her head.Â
He wanted to leave her in nothing but that cap, hair mussed and lips kiss bitten and red.Â
JJ moved back into her space, let his palm run hot and fast up her thigh, fingertips grazing and grabbing at the curve of her ass under her dress, just enough to touch delicate lace. He swore into the crook of her neck, placed a kiss there, nipped at her shoulder and tried to remember the last time he felt this wound up.
âYou,â he whispered, kissing her slow and lazily, âare the prettiest fucking girl Iâve ever seen.âÂ
He pressed himself into her, let the hard length of him twitch against her stomach and Kie let out a whimper. JJ didnât know what to do with himself. He felt a little wild, like he was about to get in trouble for the way his fingers were tucking themselves under the edge of Kiara Carerraâs goddamn underwear.Â
But she flung herself at him, kissing him fast and feverish and he groaned into her, grabbing at her until he was sure the one foot she did have on the ground left it, hitching her up against him and the tree. Kie hummed into him when one of his thighs pushed itself between her legs, letting her press herself against him until the girl whined.
âShit, Kie,â he gasped against her lips, letting her take the sound away with another kiss. But she was rocking herself against his thigh, denim clad and rough against her, only thin lace between them. JJ was gonna explode, his chest heaved and he could help but rip his lips away from her own greedy ones.
He looked down at their bodies, bathed in neon lights and god, he wanted to say a fucking prayer.Â
His hand looked too big, wrapped around Kieâs upper thigh. JJ had her held to him, her knee hitched high on his hip and his leg was bent a little, enough for the girl to gain purchase against him. Kie was grinding down a little, her movements a slightly unsure still, a little shy but Jesus Christ, it was enough for him to feel the heat of her through his jeans, enough for the flimsy material of her dress to slip up her legs and show the tiniest hint of black lace.Â
He was wrecked.Â
âLook at you,â he groaned, quiet and dirty, âhuh, Kie? You look so fucking pretty.â He used his free hand to curl at her chin, bringing her lips back to his and feeling her moan into him. Her hips twitched and he swore his eyes rolled back into his head.Â
âCourse youâd like to run your mouth,â Kie huffed, a smile on her lips that let the boy know she really didnât mind it one bit, âI shouldnât be surprised.â
âOh yeah?â JJ grinned, flashing his teeth at her, âyou should see what else I can do with it.â
He was pushed off of her in response, Kie finding her balance on the damp grass before she pressed a quick kiss to his lips, fast and dirty. She walked away from him, back across the garden and towards the chateau.Â
She got halfway there when she looked back at him, his goddamn hat still on her head.
âWhat?â Kie called, her fingers toying with the hem of her dress, lifting it slightly, ever so fucking slightly. She was sure the boy was panting. âYou not gonna come show me?âÂ
