#ch: kiara carrera

[asoulofstaars]

in which julia makes gifs for her friends ☆ﾟ ↳ aftersun by @orpheusturn

Whatever Ivy and JJ Maybank share between them in risky places and tangled sheets should feel like punishment. Their secret glances should leave her guilt ridden, breathless to the point of dry heaving — enough to make her choke on the shame.

Instead, it feels like love.

Not quite? But so close to it.

[spookyrps]

kie + the party fit in 3.07

[abushelandablog]

The song literally being called cheated hearts when kie betrays rafe i feel sane and normal (complete opposite)

[houseofwisteria]

❝ i was kind to you because you looked like you needed a friend. ❞ ( sarah / kie! <333 )

" is that right ? Well I don't I'm fine on my own but I'm not gonna lie it was kind of cool meeting someone who isn't all stuck up like the rest of the kooks and you're actually kind of fun Sarah Cameron. Who'd have thought? " She jokes. " Give me your number ? We should hang out more. You're exactly the kind of chaotic I need right now. "

[feathersontheclyde]

her shoulders lift in a shrug and it’s the only thing she gives in response to the sorry. neither jj or kie meant to hurt her,sure, but she still was hurt. it’s heartbreak, it’s feeling replaceable, feeling not good enough, or like she was a seat warmer until the two go their heads out of their asses. it was a yucky feelings and juniper was working her way through it. she knows jj had loved her at some point and kie wasn’t out to hurt her. but her brain and heart didn’t want to work together right now.

“i want to say yes but i don’t think that’s fair. and to be completely honest, would probably completely drive us all apart. so….maybe just ease me into it?. i don’t want to stop you and j from being a couple but for the moment, when im around at least, maybe keep the pda down? don’t bring it up if we run into each other or hangout or talk one on one.”

Some days she feels so bad about the things she said it made her want to hide. When they laugh or enjoy themselves too much it's like her mind reminds me, you're only happy because someone else is sad.

Still she's relieved when June didn't tell her to go away or take herself out of the equation totally. " That sounds fair. " She says feeling a little more hopefully. " I can definitely do that. I mean it's the least I can do. "

She breathes. " I know I've said it like 50 times already but I really am sorry. So now what ? Do you have any plans today ? " Baby steps. She just wants to know what's going on with her since she's been so closed off.

[nikosasaki]

ok now that i'm looking in depth at this benny types of love post,,,benny and veronica friendship??? do my eyes deceive me??? pls give details pls and thanks!!!

oh yes aaaabsolutely, Benny and Ronnie bestie moments are my favorites. Veronica is basically the first Northsider Benny befriends because he immediately can tell she's exactly the type of rich bitch he can sit and gossip with, which is just what he needs at that moment. the two of them really take to each other like duck to water, and it really changes a lot of Ronnie's perspective on the Southsiders.

of course, that's when she meets Mack and starts having complicated feelings for them, which really only bring Benny and Veronica closer together.

the two of them loooove to judge other people together but they also have a real skill for bringing each other back down to earth, mostly when it comes to their respective love triangles.

[obxpogue4l]

mainlander

when kiara’s cousin gets sent to the obx from the mainland when her parents get arrested, she fits right in. meanwhile as the sad truth about her situation comes to light jj realizes he might have more in common with her than he thinks..

comfort & angst are my fav so. also i’ve never written on here before but i loveee reading fanfic and thought writing it would be fun! enjoy!

warnings: angst, mentions of arrest/ bad home life, not proofread lol, me not knowing how this works

ch.1

“she’s my cousin. she’s gonna be staying at my house for a while.” kiara announces to the rest of the pogues as they make their way into the wreck in hopes of finding some food. little did the friends know that y/n, the girl that kiara was talking about had already arrived and was eating at the wreck after a long day of traveling to the obx.

“hey kie.. long time no see yea?” says the girl in the restaurant as she stands up from her table where she is eating with a slight chuckle and smile.

“y/n! oh my god hi! i didn’t know you would already be here?!” kiara says excitedly rushing to you and throwing her arms around you. you both giggle and give each other a squeeze before backing away. you notice her friends that had come in with her were now standing directly behind her. “guys, this is y/n” kiara begins. “kiara’s cousin. who will be staying at her house for a while” you say jokingly giving her a glance as you refer to what you overheard her say earlier before turning to the boys with a smile. she laughs before continuing, “right yes, and these are my friends jj, john b., and pope.” “hello! howdy!” the boys pipe up. “just friends?” jj jokes, receiving a look from kiara & the other boys. “you’ll learn quickly it’s better to ignore him. it’s nice to meet you.” says pope politely. “hi nice to meet you guys too.” you smile shyly. you all stand there for a second and then hear a voice coming from behind you.

“kiara honey sit and eat with y/n i’ll bring more out for you boys too.” mrs. carrera walks in from the kitchen. “thank you! i was just about to ask.” kie says sitting down and motioning for the boys to join. you all begin eating and it feels like how you left off with kiara. she asks you the basics of what you’ve been up to, how school has been etc. you answer politely only covering surface level stuff while she and her friends listened closely but you were more interested in hearing about her and her friends. they all had crazy stories to tell. after what you had come from, you did not expect that moving in with your rich cousin and her “strict parents” as kie would put it, would start off in a night of laughter. you were skeptical about just how at home you were going to feel here but at this very moment you felt like everything might be ok.

the next day:

you woke up to the smell of breakfast being made in the downstairs kitchen of the home you would be staying in for the foreseeable future. one nice thing about staying with the Carrera’s is that you wouldn’t go hungry you thought to yourself. you rolled over in bed to check your phone and finally decided to get up. you pulled yourself together and put a shirt on over the sports bra and shorts your slept in and made your way downstairs. “good morning y/n, i hope you’re hungry! i made breakfast before i have to head to the wreck for lunch rush.” you hear mrs. carerra say as she wipes her hands on a towel after setting a pan of food on the counter. you smiled politely and took a seat at the counter, “oh thank you, it looks and smells amazing.” “see someone appreciates our cooking!” mr. carrera says from his position at the stove, hinting at kiara who you saw make her way down the stairs & start looking in the pantry for some cereal. you grab a piece of bacon and smile at their comments. “anyway.. what do you wanna do today?” kiara ignores them and walks to sit down by you. you shrug and mumble an “mmhmm” while chewing on your bacon because truly you had no idea what there even was to do here. “well we could go to the beach that’s always fun, have you ever been surfing?? or we could hit up the boys, see what they’re doing today. hmm.. what else?” “it all sounds fun i have never been surfing though” you admit. “perfect i’ll hit up the guys, you can use one of my boards and i’ll teach you!” oh yay. embarrassment in front of your coolest cousin and her cute friends on your second day here. “that sounds.. eventful..” you say and kiara notices your unenthusiastic tone and slightly worried face. “ohh come on it’ll be fun!” she says pulling you up to go get ready. “bye mom bye dad!” “kie- kiara you be careful!” mrs. carrera sighs as you both head upstairs.

[nellcrain]

Kiara Carrera | 1.01 Pilot

[saltwaterwheezie]

grabs the mic: hm hm, this thing on? okay.... Hayley Kiyoko's Curious is a Sarah/Kie anthem

[asoulofstaars]

in which julia makes gifs for her friends ☆ﾟ ↳ tidal by @faevaientine

Here’s the crux of it. Girls like Moe don’t know what to do with life when they finally get it. Mac was never going to be enough for her but she’s just loathe to realize it. Because it means admitting why she could never love Mac the way he deserves. It’s something she can’t even admit to herself.

Instead she buried it. Down, down, down.

And then, when her best friend John B sends them on a wild goose chase across Kildare to find the Royal Merchant gold the summer after his Dad vanishes, Moe thinks she might just be forced to dig her buried feelings for JJ up with it.

[watney]

sometimes i forget kiara isn’t canonically a lesbian gjsjgkdk like sometimes i see people ship her w men and start angrily preparing to call out some lesbian erasure before i realize

[houseofwisteria]

“Relax. I’m trying to help.”  ( sarah / kiara! )

" I know! I know. Sorry... I'm uh I'm okay. I'll be okay. I mean if he really doesn't like me like that then so what right? I shouldn't let it bug me or anything I mean whatever, right? " Her eyes get water but she's fighting it so damn hard right now. she is not going to cry over some dumb boy even if it wasn't just some dumb boy who meant nothing.

[feathersontheclyde]

she has to physically stop herself from rolling her eyes at the jayj nickname. when did they start doing that? “kie…i know you mean well i do. i’m just not there yet. it’s weird okay? knowing while i was dating jj that you two were…i don’t know flirting? talking about being together? that when i was falling asleep next to him, he was thinking of you? it’s not exactly something easy to just forget and move on from. kind of still wrapping my head around the fact that the guy i thought i’d spend my life with decided i wasn’t the one he wanted.”

its different than all the other times. none of the situations with kie involved someone else. it was always just complicated feelings. no one was actively dating anyone. yet junie and jj had been dating and for a while too. not just some fling that they decided to end.

“believe me, i’d love for things to go back to normal between us all. but everything just feels weird. not just with you two but with pope and jb too. feels like there is this weird line that no one is sure how or if they can cross. at the end of the day, i just want j to be happy. if that’s with you, that’s fine. as long as he’s happy.” she shrugs but she wants kie to understand that she’s trying hard to not have ill will towards either of them. she pushed jj to pursue kie. saw how they looked at each other. who was she too hold someone back from what they wanted just cause her heart was invested?

There is so much to digest here. She can absolutely feel Juniper's resentment toward her. How it feels like their relationship never stood a chance because he was too distracted. She didn't really know what to say, everything felt like an excuse, so she focused on the first part.

" I know it doesn't matter now after everything? But we never flirted like that. I can't speak to how he felt only what he told me and he did love you. He still does. We both knew there a line and never crossed it I want you to know that. I only ever brought up the us once and it was when I was at a low point seeing you two together and I'm sorry I couldn't keep it to myself then. "

She sighs. " And I get what you mean about it being weird. I'm not expecting us to be besties and tell each other all our deepest darkest secrets or anything. I actually like you Juniper. I think you're cool and boys aside I always did. "

[nikosasaki]

quite literally i will take whatever kind of skipper crossover i can get like our babies should be friends !!!!

YES PLS

I think Cher's whole vibe would fit really well with Skip and they'd be super good friends. Cher would sit at the counter of Skip's diner and sort-of accidentally telling Skip the Pogues' entire history. it's really not her intention but Skip would just be like "what is their damage," about JJ and John B and Cher would go "well..." and she ends up giving him a verbal history lesson on everything that ever happened to the Pogues until well past the diner closes. also Skip is Cher and Kie's biggest shipper hands down.

OH and Leah and Skip! they would be chaos besties absolutely. they're so similar in so many ways; ride or die for their friends, a tendency to accidentally roast people—random strangers would totally confuse them for siblings.

[theedorksinlove]

kiara is a lesbian ... thank you for coming to my ted talk <3

[domesticmail]

of kooks and pogues - ch. 1

word count: 2.5 k

pairing: slow burn jj x reader

warnings: cursing! maybe a lil bit of sad stuff? other than that we’re chillin

series summary: you and your dad have just moved to the outer banks after your mom’s death. you don’t know, really, what to make of this place.

chapter summary: the outer banks, paradise on earth. you’re ready to get away from old demons and start anew. mostly just an intro to your backstory and how you meet the pogues!

When your dad had come to you with a brochure and a suitcase, you hadn’t complained. You hadn’t even really reacted – just looked at him, then the brochure, and asked for an explanation. It felt like you already knew why he was doing this, it was something in the way he had hesitated in the doorway to your room, a moment of pause. He was unsure of how you’d feel about whatever this was. Unsure of whether or not you would be okay.

The explanation consisted of everything unsaid that had been hanging in the air for the past few weeks, the unspoken elephant in the room. Not that you’d been avoiding it, per se – you two just hadn’t been ready to talk about any of it yet. (You were sure that if your father were a little less caring, he would’ve never talked about it. Or, at least, not unless he was on his deathbed. And even then, only maybe. Feelings had never been his strong suit.) He needed some time away, he said quietly, taking his trademark place on the corner of your unmade bed. He needed to be somewhere where your mother wasn’t in everything.

It didn’t upset you to hear it – in fact, you’d been considering the same thing. 

Walking into the kitchen every morning was a chore, feeling like you were just on the edge of some hidden emotion, something threatening to break every part of you if there was a single unexpected change. The dishes piled up in the sink; you took over the chore of washing them, always expecting to hear the sound of her heels on the tiled floor, asking why you two couldn’t seem to keep the house clean. Dinner was no longer a family event; neither of you could stand sitting down at the dinner table knowing that her chair would remain empty. It was no longer a home, no longer the place where you grew up – now it was just the place you happened to have a room in.

He laid the brochure gently in front of you as you tucked your knees under your chin, wrapping your arms around your bent legs. I found a place we could go, he said. A new start. Somewhere we could live without feeling like we’re going to break every time we walk through the front door. An island off the coast of North Carolina.

“North Carolina’s a really long way from here,” you said after a moment’s silence, watching him carefully. He was a little more fragile after she’d gone, a little less strong. Before, he’d been the strongest man you’d known – a firefighter who was approaching fifty but still kicking – but now you saw him becoming more and more human. It’s what losing someone you love does to you.

He nodded. “I’m not going to force you to go.” There it was. The part of him that you knew best, the generous, loving part. He was never one to push you too far past your comfort zone. He reached across the bed to pat your knee with a smile. “You know you can tell me if you’re not ready.”

“No, no, it’s not that,” you assured him. “I’m just going to be sad to go. This is…all we have left of her.”

“I know. It’s not easy for me either, trust me.”

A pause. You took a deep breath.

“We should go.”

He raised an eyebrow. “If you’re sure, bee.”

You wrinkled your nose at the childhood nickname, smiling weakly. “I am.”

Your dad shrugged and grinned, standing up. He ruffled your hair with one hand before backing out of your room. “Alright. Get packing then, kiddo. We’re out of here in two days.” 

So there you are, two days later, sprawled on the driveway of your new home, paint on your favorite jeans, wishing you’d put more thought into packing instead of just throwing everything haphazardly into your suitcase.

“Hey, bee, everything going smoothly?” Your dad yells from inside. Thank fuck, you think to yourself. He didn’t see you just trip over an invisible object, the contents of your suitcase spilling out onto the road leading up to your house as you not-so-gloriously go face first into the dirt. A case of paint that has begun leaking ends up all over the right side of your jeans as you sit up, coughing.

“Yeah. Yup. Everything’s good. Just chilling,” you say by way of response, picking up your stuff as quickly as possible and just shoving it into the now-open suitcase, face burning. Of course you have to embarrass yourself within the first three minutes of being here. Because the universe hates you.

Your dad’s standing in the front doorway, smiling. “I see you couldn’t keep yourself from the driveway. I like it too, bee, but could you try to keep it in your pants until we’re at least moved in all the way?”

You shoot him a helpless look. “Can you come help me instead of being a smartass?”

“Good daughters don’t call their father a smartass,” he retorts.

“I was raised by you and mom,” you snort. “If you wanted me to be a good daughter, you should’ve sent me to boarding school or something. Or gotten a nanny.”

“Your mom would’ve loved that,” he laughs, then turns around and disappears inside the house.

Once you’ve picked up your things and made sure that nothing is still laying on the dirt for your neighbors to see, you head inside. You and your dad split up the rooms easily – master bedroom for him, second largest for you, and the extra room for your art – and start moving in, making the house your own. It’s not hard. You both have a love for knickknacks, photos, books, and your dad’s got a thing for action figures from when he was a teen, so the shelves fill up fast. The same happens with the walls – you set about putting the family photos up, pictures of the three of you at the beach, at the history museum, on Christmas. Your dad opts for putting art up – not art bought from some sort of art gallery, but your paintings, the ones you used to do of the flowers in your mom’s garden back home. Pretty soon it’s almost like you’ve lived here forever – almost.

Tired from the unpacking, you both take a seat on the new couch.

“So,” your dad starts. “Thought about making any friends yet?”

You laugh. “We’ve been here for five hours, and we spent that time moving in. The only thing I’m thinking about is taking a shower and sleeping for a week.”

He shrugs. “Look, I’m just saying, bee. I don’t want you to think you have to spend all of your time taking care of your old man.” He waves a hand at you when you try to interrupt. “No, no, I’m serious. At least try to have some fun.”

“Oh, wow. You’re turning into one of those parents in Disney movies.”

“Woah, woah. No. I’m tougher than any of them. And I have sense!”

You laugh, getting up from the table and kissing his forehead. “I believe you.”

“You’d better.” He grins. “Why don’t you go drive around a bit? Go into town, meet some people. Get to know – I don’t know, what do people say now? Get to know the vibe.”

“Wow. Astounding effort, really. That deserves an award.” You grab your keys off the kitchen counter. “Okay, I’ll go, then. Gonna go make some friends. Party really hard. You know me.”

“Your mother would be furious that we raised a party girl.”

“I can almost feel her spinning in her grave. I love you!” The last sentence is yelled through the front door as you bound down the wooden steps from your porch to the dirt road that leads to your house. Within seconds, you’re in the driver’s seat of your car, an old Jeep, and driving around.

The island is different than what you’d expected. There’s a beautiful side filled with massive houses and meticulous lawns, and for a minute you think about your mom – she’d have wanted to move there, with the minimalism and the haunting cleanliness of everything. The side you live on now is different, it’s run-down, old, and a little dirty. Even the people are different. You know the huge houses are filled with stereotypical American Families, Mom, Dad, Son, Daughter, and maybe even a dog named something cliché - Buddy or Spot.

After a little driving around, you find the place you know is going to become your safe haven. A little shop that’s only about a five-minute drive from the house is filled secondhand items, from t-shirts from the seventies to paintbrushes that are stained blue or purple or red. You spend nearly an hour there, filling up an eco-friendly bag (how does a thrift store afford eco-friendly bags, you wonder, but it’s only a passing thought) with as many art supplies as you can find. Checking out takes a little while because you keep accidentally distracting the cashier by talking about your new move. Eventually you manage to pay for all your items.

You leave the store with a grin, messing around with the items in your bag, trying to find the paintbrush you bought specifically because it reminded you of your mom, when suddenly you’re sent sprawling again.

Two times in one day, you think to yourself, the side of your face burning against concrete. Once again, all your stuff is out on the sidewalk, scattered around you. It feels like you’ve been slammed into by something two times your size, and sure enough, when you sit up, you notice that there’s a guy quickly getting up next to you.

He’s got a little less than shoulder-length blond hair, and a cut on his bottom lip, split apart by what you can only assume was him barreling into you full-speed. Is that really what happened, you don’t know, and right now you don’t care, because dear god, he’s not bad looking. Not at all. He’s actually quite good looking, and the grin he’s giving you as he gets up and offers you a hand is making your knees weak. 

You take his hand and stand up. As you regain your balance, you notice there are four people talking to you, all of them at the same time. Two are guys – one has that messy, just-woke-up look, and the other looks like what you imagine being stress would look like if it were a person. They’re with two girls, both of whom are so pretty that at first you’re not sure they’re actually real.

“I am so sorry, are you okay?” One asks, dropping down to help pick up your stuff. The other shoots an exasperated look at the guy that made you fall.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you assure her, taking your things from her hands and putting them in your bag. “Just didn’t expect my face to meet the sidewalk today.”

Everyone smiles at that. She looks you up and down. “I haven’t seen you around here before. Are you on vacation?”

“No, I just moved here,” you answer, sticking out your hand. “Y/N L/N.”

She shakes it reluctantly, raising an eyebrow. “I didn’t really think anyone moved here anymore,” she laughs. “Sarah Cameron.”

Everyone else takes turn introducing themselves. The messy one is John B. – he and Sarah are a thing, you can tell immediately. The stress-personified one is Pope, and the pretty girl who looks exasperated is Kiara. The last to introduce himself is the one who accidentally hit you, and he grins and extends his hand to you.

“I’m JJ. Sorry for, uh, that whole thing.” He’s a little out of breath from the whole debacle, but his smile tells you he could do this all day.

“It’s fine, I should’ve seen it coming, really. Second time it’s happened today,” you shrug, shaking his hand.

Before JJ can respond, one of his friends – Kiara, Kiara, Kiara, you repeat in your head – swats his shoulder playfully. “Yeah, sorry, he doesn’t really pay attention to where he’s going.” Pope, John B., and Sarah all nod, grinning, like this is a universal truth.

“I think you got some paint on your jeans when you fell,” John B. points out, looking at the big splatter of yellow paint on your right pant leg.

“Oh, no,” you laugh. “No, that’s from earlier today. Everything in my suitcase fell out, and some of the paint went everywhere.”

“You’re a painter?” Pope asks.

“Um, not professionally, really.” You can feel your face turning pink. “I just do it as a hobby.”

“Hey, maybe John B. should hire you,” JJ suggests. “The Chateau could really use a touch-up.” John B. socks him in the shoulder.

The group is all really friendly – they’re the first people you’ve met, and you’re already attached to them. Surprise, surprise, Dad, you think. I might’ve actually found some friends. You exchange numbers and Snapchat users with everyone, and within minutes you have a message from every one of them. 

Your phone dings while Sarah is asking where on the island you’re moved in. “Sorry, hold on, it’s my dad.”

Hey bee, grab some popcorn for tonight? Got TG all loaded up.

TG – The Godfather. It’s your comfort movie – on the nights when you were having a hard time, Dad would put in on while you made popcorn, and you’d lose yourself in the world of Italian crime families for a little while. Of course he’d put it on the first night you’re moved in. He’s trying to help, trying to retain some sense of normalcy. Well, okay. Sounds good.

okay! You text back. “Um, I’ve gotta go. It was really nice to meet you guys.”

Everyone nods, and there’s a whole goodbye thing – Sarah hugs you, Kie does the same, John B. and Pope say it was nice to meet you, you should definitely come hang out with the group sometime, and JJ grins and apologizes again for hitting you and causing you to fall.

“Seriously, it’s fine,” you insist. “It was really nice meeting you guys!”

“Yeah, you too.” JJ nods, turns around – and then does another 180. “And hey, if you’re not doing anything tomorrow night…We’re having a kegger at the Boneyard. You should come.”

You’re not really a party person – the chaos of fifty drunk teenagers crammed together in close quarters is really overwhelming, you’ve discovered. Not to mention the fact that you almost always end up left behind, taking shelter from the noise and distraction in a bathroom or an empty bedroom (although usually bathrooms work better, bedrooms tend to be…occupied). At the end of the night you’re the one who laughs along but has nothing to add to the conversation, dropping your friends off at their homes and promptly getting to your own house as quickly as possible. The sooner you can get into your comfy clothes, fall asleep, and forget that night ever happened, the better.

But this is a new place, these are new people, and if you tell your dad that you turned down an invitation to a party, he might actually kill you.

So you tell JJ to send you the information.

The Outer Banks, you think to yourself on the way to your new home. Paradise on Earth.