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  • surf-trip
    19.10.2021 - 1 hour ago

    Full of stuff to do for college BUT my jiara week fic is done just need a little editing

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  • pakdirectory
    19.10.2021 - 3 hours ago

    MEET ME AT OUR SPOT (THEY CAN’T FIND US THERE)

    Fandom: Outer Banks

    Pairing: JJ x Kie / Jiara

    Summary: JJ and Kie can’t sleep at night. So they drive around the Outer Banks in the dark, stay up until the skies turn pink and look at each other in a way that they’re not used to.

    This is what they did when the island wasn’t looking.

    INTRO

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  • pakfiction
    19.10.2021 - 6 hours ago
    #jiara #meet me at our spot #ask
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  • onlyhereforangst
    19.10.2021 - 7 hours ago

    since I’m likely scratching the fic I started, maybe I can get a third or fourth set done. but for the life of me I can’t remember if someone’s already done a jiara x renegade set yet…help pls

    #jiara#jiara week #seriously if this has been done PLEASE link it or dm me #i don’t wanna repeat someone else’s work
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  • alphinias
    19.10.2021 - 7 hours ago

    Just three fics down now it’s panic hour ladies

    #Jiara week #also our fic tag hit 500!!!
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  • brizzlovesyou
    19.10.2021 - 7 hours ago

    Reeeeallyyyyy cursing the fact that the two Jiara Week prompts I found inspiration for are the FIRST TWO DAYS 😫🤦🏽‍♀️ it’s going to be a hustle to finish these in time fam

    #they’re short one-shots too because that’s just my writing style I guess #THEORETICALLY I should be able to do it but #god I hate deadlines lmao #oh well. I’ll get my shit out of the way and then just get to read everyone else’s awesome work #jiara week
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  • pakfiction
    19.10.2021 - 8 hours ago

    MEET ME AT OUR SPOT (THEY CAN’T FIND US THERE)

    Intro.

    “Caught a vibe

    Baby, are you coming for the ride?

    I just wanna look into your eyes,

    I just wanna stay for the night, night, night

    When we take a drive,

    Maybe we can hit the 405

    Hypnotized by the lights

    Man, this must be the life.”

    -Meet Me At Our Spot by THE ANXIETY, Willow & Tyler Cole

    When Kiara’s phone lit up with a text message at two thirty six in the morning, it didn’t even have words attached to it. There was just a little car emoji and the sight of it made her breathe out a sigh, her body unfurling itself from where she was tucked tightly in her bed.

    When she slipped out of her sheets, she was already dressed. Denim shorts and a too big sweater protected her from what little chill the air would bring during a night in May, and she shoved her feet into a pair of chucks that sat deliberately by her bed for this very reason.

    She didn’t need to turn on any lights to find her way to her window, fingers delicately unlatching the locks. She’d done this before. So Kie shoved her cell into her back pocket, tugged a hair tie from her wrist and bundled her curls into a haphazard bun and stepped out onto her garage roof.

    The dark sky gave her stars and the moon and she could hear the ocean behind her, the rumble of an old engine sitting out on her street, it’s headlights off and god, it whispered to her. Told her to hurry, to come quick, it’ll all be okay soon.

    It made her heart jump, made her bones settle back into her body like they belonged there again and she breathed in the salt air, still heavy with early summer heat. She slid down the drainpipe and when her feet hit the driveway, she didn’t look back at the house that felt a little more like a prison each day.

    ‘Cause the five bedroom colonial with its wrap-around porch felt like iron chains and it pressed down on her when she tried to sleep. And she couldn’t, she fucking couldn’t. She found herself dozing off through the last of her senior year classes, her eyes heavy during small journeys in the car but Jesus Christ, she couldn’t sleep at night, couldn’t sleep in her bed, couldn’t sleep in the dark.

    It had been almost eight months since they’d returned from whatever tiny island they’d found themselves stuck on and it hurt Kie’s heart when she realised that that wasn’t the worst part of the experience. ‘Cause when she lay in bed at night, the darkness around her turned into the ocean and waves that weren’t there tried to swallow her, pull her into her mattress and no matter how hard her parents tried to calm her tears, to give her pills and hot tea - there was only one person that seemed to make it better.

    “JJ,” Kie whispered through the glass of the Twinkie’s window, tapped it with one knuckle and felt something that felt like relief flood her when the blonde boy looked up from his phone and grinned.

    He unlocked the doors, leant over the console and pushed the passenger side open for her and he was sure that no matter how many times they did this, this thing, their thing, he’d never get tired of seeing her standing there, waiting for him.

    The girl climbed into the cab of the van, bringing in the smell of peach body wash and lavender pillow spray, a weak attempt to relax that Kie tried each night. Underneath it the boy could smell the suncream he watched her rub into her skin on the beach that afternoon, the faint smell of weed and bonfire smoke that still clung to her sweater.

    He felt a little more alive then, looking at Kiara, her big brown eyes watching him with something that looked like relief and excitement and sheer fucking joy.

    JJ wasn’t sure when Kiara had become his favourite person, but after spending weeks with her in the dark, hidden under the blankets of stars the night gave them, he was almost certain he was her favourite person too.

    She looked at him like he was gonna save her from everything she was scared of and god, he wanted to try, he really did. ‘Cause she was pulling him out of his own black hole each night, giving him a reason to wipe away the tears and blood that came from going home and she gave him a reason to wait for her underneath her bedroom window like the fucking Prince Charming he knew he wasn’t.

    The police found his dad three months after they had all returned to the Outer Banks, a five week long manhunt that had spanned across Yucatan and the surrounding areas of the Mexican gulf.

    Luke Maybank was brought back to the island in handcuffs, had grinned at his son when they pulled him out the back of a van and into Kildare police station. He’d spent another four months in a cell, had been let out for good behaviour because the American justice system was completely fucked and he was trapped in their home with a tag around his ankle, punishing JJ for breathing whenever the younger boy was brave enough to go home.

    When he did return, he didn’t stay long. Tried to hide the vodka and the pills that were scattered around the old shack, picked up the broken photo frames that held the only photos of his mom. He took the black eyes and bruises his father gave them, hid them under long sleeved sweaters and baseball caps before sneaking out into the night when Luke finally passed out.

    By the time he reached Figure Eight and he watched Kie climb out of her bedroom window to meet him, his cuts and sore bones didn’t hurt as much as they did before.

    He didn’t ask her where she wanted to go, they never really discussed it. Kie would just tumble into the Twinkie, desperate to see blue eyes and blonde hair and she’d sink into the seat with how the sight made her feel. JJ would hand her the aux cord and drive off into the night, not turning on the headlights until they were out of her street and out of sight of her parents bedroom window.

    At first, Kiara thought the rumble of the Twinkie’s engine and the feeling of JJ near would soothe her into sleep, lull her tired body into relaxing but she always felt more awake than ever. There was a peace that came from sitting inside the van with him, a familiarity that knocked the breath from her and it made something under her skin itch.

    It made her fingers flex and her lips part and every now and then, she’d look over to the boy’s hands that were wrapped around the steering wheel and wonder what they’d feel like on her.

    ‘Cause it was dark on the island and the flash of streetlights through the windows only highlighted the line of muscles along JJ’s arms and sometimes she swore he looked at her with the same longing she felt.

    So they’d travel across the island at night, drive until the early morning light turned the clouds on the horizon pink, and the ocean they sometimes sat by turned gold. They roamed across Kildare, travelled across the Outer Banks by night like runaways that didn’t have anywhere to go.

    Sometimes they didn’t talk, didn’t need to, but god, those nights brought JJ and Kie closer than they had ever been. They knew what the other looked like under neon diner lights, how much joy crossed their faces when they swam under a sunrise, and knew how the other felt when they held them when they cried.

    They forgot about their parents, about threats and bruises and blood on the kitchen floor. They kept it a secret from their friends, and could get away with looking at each other the way they did without having to explain to anyone. JJ and Kie climbed into the Twinkie and drove off, leaving their worries and sleepless nights in their bedrooms.

    And this is what they did when the island wasn’t looking.

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  • ghostiewriter
    19.10.2021 - 9 hours ago
    #ask#jiara #I feel so exposed
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  • jiaraisinthegoodplace
    19.10.2021 - 9 hours ago

    Just had a headcanon of JJ and Kiara giving their cat catnip while they’re high so he doesn’t feel left out...

    (Headcanon may or may not be inspired by my own life... mixed results btw because she was off the walls and I just wanted to cuddle and watch a movie...)

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  • ghostiewriter
    19.10.2021 - 9 hours ago

    Jiara Week is making me lose my sanity🤡I’ve started becoming optimistic, I offered @ssardothien a hug and now I’ve reached the level of procrastination of working out??

    Some send help pls

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  • pakfiction
    19.10.2021 - 12 hours ago

    OKAY. So.

    I have three fics coming out over the course of jiara week but I’ve been working on something else in the meantime. I wasn’t going to post it until November at the earliest, but it’s really bugging me. ‘Cause honestly, I don’t know if I hate it with a burning passion or if I’m going to become so attached to it I’ll love it more than anything I’ve ever written.

    A fine line.

    I’m planning on posting the intro to it later and I would really, really appreciate feedback and thoughts on it, cause I truly am still unsure on where it’s going and if it’s got good bones.

    So look out for that later please and thank you 🖤

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  • drewstarkee
    19.10.2021 - 12 hours ago

    JIARA WEEK FIC 1 IS COMPLETE

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  • pakfiction
    19.10.2021 - 12 hours ago
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  • ghostiewriter
    19.10.2021 - 12 hours ago

    I feel like this is a good representation to where we are at in the Scot Chat🤡so far every night we have divulged into chaos and hysterics…jiara week really bringing out the best in us🌚

    @k-maybank @pakfiction

    #ghostie rambles #the scottish club #jiara week chaos
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  • ghostiewriter
    19.10.2021 - 13 hours ago
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  • ghostiewriter
    19.10.2021 - 22 hours ago

    To anyone who reads this bodyguard au and sees the fucking chaotic pairing, I apologise in advanced :)

    #ghostie rambles#jiara#jiara week#outer banks#look #Kie can’t just be with Rafe in every fic #gotta switch it up a bit💀 #bodyguard au
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