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KIARA CARRERA — spring prompts 🕊️

A/N: oh kie…the frustration (which toned down after the first episode of S3 lol) and love I have for you. Now that I’ve completely finished the season…there’s definitely a contrast to her character this time around. I’m only here to give kie a fem love interest. Not your vibe and aren’t really interested? Please exit stage left now.

Synopsis: Kiara surprisingly gets insight on another kook, specifically the high-maintenance diva, Henrietta “Nettie” Beaulieu once they cross paths again over a series of unfortunate events.

Warnings: spoilers from the end of season three!

Using this prompt list here and numbers 49.) barbecue parties in the garden + 36.) rain in bright sunshine

GIFS BELONG TO: @esterexpositio + @henryburrell !!!

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“You’re staring.” Sarah whispered to Kiara on her way by with a plate full of platanos and pieces of hog that Cleo, Pope, and even Nettie managed to trap for dinner hours ago.

Kiara blinked rapidly and scowled over her shoulder at the blonde who smirked at her, walking backwards before taking a seat against a tree near John b.

“No, I’m not.” Kiara glowered.

John B finally looked up from his plate, butting in, “no, you’re not what?”

“Drooling over Nettie.” Sarah told the long haired teen with a bump to his shoulder, making Kiara widened her eyes and shush Sarah who shrugged her shoulders innocently.

It was a John B’s turn to smile now, “oh, yeah. You’ve totally been doing that since I got comfortable over here and this is my second plate.”

Greedy bastard.

Greedy bastard.

Greedy bastard.

“Um, the fact that you two are watching my moves today is completely creepy, I just thought you should know.” Kiara got to her feet, dusting off her Jean shorts.

She was on guarding the relic and gold duty while everyone else had their dinner.

Sarah laughed a bit, “it’s kinda what we have to do for each other since we chose to live out in the forest again and in a foreign country. You’re welcome, Kie.”

A wink was sent to the Olive-skinned girl, which irritated her more than ever.

This was somewhat true, after both John B and Sarah lost their fathers and after finally finding the lifelong treasure Big John searched for, they decided collectively to stay in South America for a little longer. They’ve done it before living on an isolated island for at least a month so what would it hurt doing it again? There were a few out of the group who contemplated about returning back to the Outerbanks right away: Pope considered heading back for school purposes but second-guessed not wanting to leave the pogues behind, Nettie hated the wilderness with a passion—the only time she was solid with being outdoors used to be for tennis and now it seemed like it shifted to gardening…mainly she thought about leaving because she didn’t have all of her skincare products with her, and Sarah struggled with the idea of telling Rafe that their father was gone for good this time.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” John B added, “I was wondering when you would come to terms with your crush.”

“Excuse me?!” Kiara hissed, stalking over to John B that he immediately sat up straight, “I do not have a crush on—on Nettie!”

Sarah frowned, leaning towards John B as she whispered, “I think she’s still in denial about it.”

“Seems that way, yeah.”

Kiara growled, ready to beat the two with a stick, “you two don’t know what you’re talking about, so shut up!”

“Like I said there’s nothing to be embarrassed about…I think you two would balance each other out with your hippy fiery socialist ways and Nettie’s… strong fashion sense?” John B struggled with his words that Sarah had to elbow him, quite hard.

Kiara was crossing her arms now with a scowl still written on her features. Was this the best John B could do to convince her when it seemed like he still didn’t know who Nettie even was?

“Is that the best you’ve got because that was a garbage take.” Kiara uttered.

Sarah swallowed her food, “what John B means to say is that you two could be the perfect match!”

“But why?” Kiara pressed, “last I knew there was something going on with her and Addy?”

John B awaited Sarah’s response since he didn’t know who that is either.

Sarah shook her head, “oh no that’s over. Addy’s dating some girl that’s on her cheerleading team. That’s been a thing since Nettie’s mother shipped her off to one of those programs your parents sent you off to— which was highly abusive, I hear, in Atlanta. she’s been single as far as I know. Also we just see something that you’re either oblivious to or playing stupid about.”

That made Kiara look over her shoulder at the pony-tail wearing girl. She was sitting across the makeshift barbecue pit which was covered in large leaves and surrounded by some wildflowers—probably picked by Nettie herself, providing an additional pretty view, on a stump next to JJ, surprisingly, laughing at something he was animatedly talking about. It was nice to hear some laughter around here, with Nettie’s sounding just like bells and hope.

Kiara would have never thought Nettie was in a place worse than Kitty Hawk. Especially when it comes to those that don’t deserve it. Did Nettie deserve it? Kiara and Nettie had almost a non-existent relationship? Well not really, back when Kiara, Sarah, and Nettie all went to the same school they only shared a class together freshman year. The first half of Kiara’s freshman year was something she wanted to burn from her memory but kept buried in the back of her mind instead.

She’s only known a few things about the girl in the short time that they interacted. Such as: Nettie was originally from Atlanta with a controlling mother apparently, Kiara knew her father was a firefighter but it seemed like he wasn’t around most of the time, and that she lived here in the kook area with her Olympian grandmother who actually lived across the street from the Carrera’s. Nettie’s been over Kiara’s house once or twice since Kiara’s father, Michael Carrera, thought the two would get along.

Yet it seemed like the more Nettie analyzed Kiara’s bedroom, it felt like judgment but Kiara misunderstood her direct tone—to a certain extent. Kiara always suspected that Nettie was more than just best-friends with the star of the cheerleading team and Nettie never brought her up once when she came over to Kiara’s house.

There was always more than what meets the eye, that’s for sure.

“And how do you know all of this?” Kiara asked, arms still folded, eyes burning on the back of Nettie’s frame.

Sarah awkwardly cleared her throat, “uh some girls told me at this party I went to…it doesn’t matter! The point is, she isn’t just some kook and there could be more between you two if you just try.”

Did Kiara want to try?

She could admit that she did judge her just as much as Nettie judged her. Yet she ended up here with the rest of them for a reason and she was there with JJ to break her out of Kitty Hawk so…where did that leave the two of them?

Soon she found herself heading over to Nettie as Pope and JJ tended to putting the smoke out from the leaves. Off to the side, Nettie and Cleo seemed to be holding a conversation to themselves now, while staring out into the open greenery of the forest.

The two shared two bottom halves of a broken water bottle, leaving Kiara to only hear the end of their conversation.

“Yeah, I don’t know sis. Just goin’ with the flow ya know?” Cleo replied before she perked up at Kiara making her way over, “what’s goin’ on, kie?”

Nettie glanced over at Kiara, before she brought her broken plastic water bottle to her lips but said nothing.

“Not much,” Kiara swung her hands in front of her as she faced the two girls, “you two holding out on the hooch?”

Cleo chuckled with a shake of her head, “what?! Nah! You’ve got to know the little bit we had was devoured by the boys days ago! Nettie here found us something else for the mean time.”

Nettie deeply inhaled as Cleo nudged her. A smile stretched over her moisturized lips as she held out the rest of the bottle to the brown haired girl, “here. I’ve made it myself with some leaves I’ve found scouting the other day. I’m sure it has some health benefits or whatever but mainly it tastes sweet, almost like fruit and it’s refreshing.”

Cautiously Kiara gripped the plastic, her fingertips brushing against Nettie’s as she sniffed at it. The smell was faint, herbal and did have a citrus hint to it which was interesting considering that it was filled with water and mashed up leaves?

Silently she wished that she wasn’t drinking out of plastic right now but giving their circumstances, she had to swallow that pride down along with the liquid. Everything Nettie described was true, it was earthy but slightly tart when it hit your tongue before it smoothed over with a sweetness as it glided down your throat.

“Wow,” Kiara found herself coughing a little bit off-guard, “it almost like a seltzer.”

“Riight,” Cleo nodded her head in approval, “its fire.”

Kiara popped her tongue with a nod of her head, “it’s alright even if there maybe chemicals mixed in with those leaves.”

“Oh here we go.” Cleo kissed her teeth, scratching at her hair as she looked away, already sensing what was about to come.

Nettie argued, “yeah it’s not the wreck’s supposed filtered water but it’s the next best thing.”

“What do you mean ‘supposed?’”

“What I just said,” Nettie stated, “I never knew filtered water tasted like well-water and here you are complaining about my beverage of choice.” She plucked the plastic back from Kiara’s hands.

Kiara frowned, glancing over at Cleo who raised her hands in surrender, unsure why this beef was occurring in the first place.

“Okay just because I have a opinion on something doesn’t mean you get to attack my family’s business.”

“It’s called making a comparison,” Nettie fully turned to Kiara, “dont get upset when I’m just providing a rebuttal for your opinion. You know it’s actually nice to see you back up the only two kooks who you might actually like, although they threw you away the second you didn’t live by their rules.”

Cleo began, “Whoa let’s not—

Humorlessly Kiara chewed down on her bottom lip in frustration before she spit out, “yeah well you’d know all about that wouldn’t you? At least my parents actually want me around. Shouldn’t you be mad at your meemaw or is she just the same as my parents?”

Realization crossed over Nettie’s eyes that Kiara knew why she “disappeared” for a year. It wasn’t much of a secret but everyone in town speculated their own rumors about why she left the Outerbanks. However none of those rumors were true and she wasn’t sure how much Kiara knew of her story at that hellhole but it didn’t matter.

She struck a nerve just as Nettie got underneath Kiara’s skin.

Nettie chucked the bottle to the left of her, getting into Kiara’s face as she glared right into her face. All Kiara could do was smirk as Nettie tried her best to be threatening, which Kiara heard she could be but nobody had the right to shit on her parents but her.

“Move,” Nettie yelled.

Kiara ran her tongue over the front row of her teeth, “sure…only if you make me.”

Nettie’s nostrils were flaring at this point and with a rough shoulder check to Kiara’s, she stalked off, leaving the rest of the pogues highly confused.

“Hey,” Sarah walked to Nettie who held up her hand to silence the girl who told Sarah that she’s, “nothing but a gossiping bitch,” on her way out.

“The hell was that, Kie?” JJ asked from behind.

Kiara threw up her hands, “I’m just using my own words against her’s. It’s not my fault she couldn’t take it.”

“Yeah I don’t think throwing each other’s pain in each other’s faces was the way to go about it, girl.” Cleo huffed with a shake of her head.

Kiara pointed at herself, “why am I being lectured to when she’s the one who started with me?”

“You didn’t have to throw the whole chemical line in, just be appreciative is all you could do.” JJ told Kiara who scrunched up her nose.

Kiara flatly said, “I didn’t mean anything by it. It was just a thought…that happened to escape through my lips!”

“You’re not thinking clearly, Kie.” Pope added, still crouching by some rocks.

Kiara honestly felt like she was being attacked right now for just being herself and she didn’t need anyone to be on her side. It wasn’t supposed to be about sides with this group but Nettie was the new-new face to the family so why was it feeling more difficult to welcome her in?

“I don’t need you guys ganging up on me,” Kiara yelled, “if I would have known this is what staying in Venezuela would be like, I would have gone back home already.”

The friends went quiet at that, not wanting the bad to outweigh the good in this adventure but they were also her friends and knew how to call each other out on their shit.

“It’s not our intentions to make you feel like that and you know that Kie. We also know you’re headstrong, but you just need to see Nettie’s perspective. This isn’t her element and maybe the tea was her way of trying to I don’t know, bond with you?” John B was attempting to be the voice of reason, which was really shocking honestly.

Kiara groaned with her head thrown back, “fine! Whatever, I’ll go see if I can find her and have a proper conversation without you guys being all up in our business.”

“Whew! Thatta girl!” JJ clapped it up just for Kiara to send him a middle finger.

As the girl vanished from their view, they all turned back to each other with curious glances.

“Are we going to go ease drop?” John B asked, itching to follow.

Sarah held him back, “No, not yet. Let them argue it out first.”

Pope stared off in thought, “…do you guys think sending Kie after Nettie was the best idea?”

“Guess we’ll find out if the screams turn into pleas.” Cleo muttered, looping her arm with Pope’s as she sat on the rock behind him.

Kiara knew she had to be walking for at least ten minutes before she found Nettie by the river. It was much cooler here compared to the mugginess up on the hill and Kiara just knew she would find Nettie here. It was the one place where she could wash her clothes and skin in peace so it only made sense.

“Henrietta,” Kiara exhaled as she caught her breath, “you walk pretty fast for someone who hates the outdoors.”

Nettie rolled her eyes, turning back to press her chin into her arms, “leave me alone, Kiara Carrera.”

Kiara sighed as she fanned at the sweat on her neck before she stepped over the rocks and pebbles to stand beside her, “no, I don’t think I will. Not until we come to some sort of understanding, where we can be in the same space without being at each others throats.”

“You’re the one who has a problem with me.”

“What?”

“I knew you didn’t like me from the moment I asked if I could sit next to you back in biology class.”

Kiara frowned, “I don’t…remember that?”

“Yup! you ended up saving that space for Sarah while I had to squeeze in at a table between two other classmates.” Nettie rolled the tension off her shoulders, “it wasn’t a big deal but I just wanted to ask you a question since the classmates I was stuck sitting next to didn’t know shit.”

Like Kiara said, everything about that preppy school, she pushed to the back of her brain. She hated that she couldn’t remember this happening and how dismissive she must have made Nettie feel. Sarah and Kiara were still good friends before their fall out but Kiara felt like she wouldn’t have been rude about declining someone a seat.

Not purposely at least.

“Well…what was the question?”

“I don’t remember.” Nettie found herself saying as she trailed off in thought, “Probably something stupid.”

Kiara felt her nose wrinkling a bit in amusement, “Like us debating over plastic, water, and leaves when we don’t know what we’re gonna do about the treasure.”

“Hey, you started it with the chemicals and I’m all for keeping harmful chemicals out of the body but it’s pretty damn hard with us living like it’s the pre-historic times.” Nettie snickered, resting her cheek on her arm.

Kiara shoved her hands into her back pockets, “I’ll admit, I let it slip and I didn’t mean to insult you when I know what our current situation is.”

“Is this an apology?” Nettie felt her eyes forming into slits.

Kiara twisted her lips around, “…you said my parents threw me away like I’m nothing.”

“And you also said my parents didn’t want me, which is just as hurtful because you don’t know much about me…and I don’t know much about you. I don’t know why…when JJ almost hit me with that dreadful looking brown van after I overheard what your parents did…I felt like I needed to help you. I don’t even know you that well but I understood.” Nettie was staring out into the cool river again.

Kiara didn’t know how this made her feel, hearing Nettie admit this to her but surely she felt something…knowing that she cared about her well-being just a bit.

Henrietta is a gorgeous girl to Kiara with many layers to her. She sat there in what was uncomfortable silence because the two girls weren’t sure how they meshed together. She was the confident girl with a athletic legacy to follow who walked the halls with a bounce in her step. However there was also this girl who could spew venom so recklessly, yet felt the need to help break Kiara out of a place that could potentially ruin her life.

Did Nettie not want that for Kiara too?

Kiara swallowed the lump in her throat as her eyes trailed over Nettie’s bronzed toned arms, spotting the external wound right above the crease of her armpit.

“Did they do that to you? At the camp-program or whatever—in Atlanta?” Kiara slowly sat beside Nettie, stumbling over her words while getting a better look at it.

Nettie followed Kiara’s gaze and went to cover the wound, “yes but I don’t want to talk about that—not here—not now.”

Kiara exhaled and dipped her head, fully aware that topic was a heavy one and Nettie did not want to share that experience just yet.

It was Kiara’s turn to understand, to realize that Nettie was giving only what she physically could, even if that means in portions for right now. 

“I’m sorry for getting off on the wrong foot with you, constantly.” Kiara said, looking into her dark eyes before quickly staring off into the distance, so it didn’t feel as if she was being weird in doing so.

She didn’t realize Nettie staring right back at her, wanting to hold her stare.

Nettie hummed, “and I’m sorry for always having my guard up…especially when it comes to you.”

With her hand resting on top of Kiara’s, Kiara felt her heart began to drum against her chest.

Oh what a feeling?

“Here’s to trying to be better…friends? Or just better towards each other?” Kiara tested but shamelessly stared down at their hands for what felt like awhile.

What a pretty picture, how her hand felt against her’s.

Her eyes flicked up to Nettie’s, watching as the fresh drizzle of rain flew down over the both of them. To the left of Kiara’s peripheral, she could feel the heat of the sun beginning to break through the cloudy skies and Nettie was now staring up at the once gloomy sky.

Kiara just wanted to kiss her.

And so she moved her hand from underneath Nettie’s soft one, trailing it up the side of her neck while Nettie looked down at the space where their hands once resided.

“…What’re you doing?” Nettie was quizzical, although it appeared there was amusement in her tone.

Kiara cleared her throat, “can I try something and can you promise that you won’t be disgusted by my actions?”

Nettie leaned towards Kiara as she pretended to think about it, “if you’re thinking about doing what I think you are…I hope you smell nice enough, especially with how long we’ve been out here.”

Kiara’s lips fell open into a gasp although her cheeks were tinted pink at her previous idea, “you bitch!”

A laugh erupted Nettie’s lips as she reached forward on Kiara’s sleeveless loose-fitting skirt, yanking her lips right to her’s. Instantly Kiara let out a sigh of relief against Nettie’s lips, using her hand to brace herself against Nettie’s thigh. Her heart may have climbed up into her ears with the way Nettie was kissing her, as if time was all they had.

She couldn’t find herself getting tired against her lips, with her lips following Nettie’s tempo. As Nettie was pulling away, she pecked Kiara’s lips a few more times before fully settling back, leaving Kiara to touch her fingertips against her own lips, eyes still closed.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Nettie rested her hand against Kiara’s hand that felt warm against her thigh, “and as usual, you took too long.”

“Wooow, I mean Huh?” Kiara finally opened her eyes.

Nettie laughed, “I liked you from the moment I saw the turtle tapestry in your bedroom.”

“I couldn’t tell,” Kiara widened her eyes with a nervous laugh, “it’s clear we have a lot to talk about then.”

“Yeah…maybe somewhere where my hair isn’t getting drenched?” Nettie folded her arms over her head like the Regina hall meme.

Kiara rested her hand on the small of Nettie’s back before gliding it up the back of her neck, “I’ll help you with it later but first…I’ll take another one please.”

“Another?” Nettie asked, turning her lips right to Kiara’s, locking them together once again.

Nettie moved to cup Kiara’s jaw with a laugh, “you’re cute Carrera. almost cute enough for me to forget about my frizzing hair but it’s not gonna work for me.”

Kiara watched in slight disappointment as Nettie hopped to her feet, wrapping her ponytail into a bun. Then she held her hands out to help Kiara to her feet, the two staring at each other in wonder.

“It was worth it.” She teased, licking her bottom lip with a squint against the sun, before nodding to the opposite direction, beginning to lead the way from the river.

Nettie shook her head as she stomped after the just a smidge shorter girl, “you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into when it comes to my pride and joy.”

“Oh, please. Don’t underestimate my magical hands,” Kiara declared before she paused and spun to peer over her shoulder, “that wasn’t a innuendo for anything!”

“Relax, before I have to calm you down with another kiss.” Nettie lightly threatened, making the tint in Kiara’s cheeks almost invisible as her brows raised in temptation.

Nettie laughed, reaching forward to turn Kiara back around by the shoulders as they trudged up the steep hill.

“Hey you guys!” Sarah greeted the two as they made their way back to the set-up.

John B immediately reached for Kiara, cradling her face much to her bewilderment, “oh, she’s good! No war marks on this one!”

“Get off!” Kiara playfully shoved the brunette away, who laughed.

John B then held out his hands for Nettie next as Kiara carried on but soon halted his movements as she told him, “Oh you do not want to do that when my skincare routines been out of whack for weeks now. Touch me with your filthy hands and you won’t see dawn.”

Letting out a low-whistle, John B stepped away while Nettie went to stand in the center of their temporary home.

“So everything went alright out there?” JJ asked, hands on his hips as everyone held their breath in anticipation.

Kiara looked over at Nettie as Pope tossed an arm over her shoulders, “I think we’re good for now, don’t you?”

“As long as you don’t disrespect my way of adjusting to this lifestyle any longer then yeah…I’ll give you your flowers.” Nettie was sharp with her words but the wink she sent Kiara’s way, was enough to let her know to play along.

“Well that was passive aggressive.” Sarah mumbled, tongue in her cheek.

Kiara glared at Nettie, “well how about I tell you where you can shove those flowers, huh?”

Cleo reached for Kiara to keep her from charging over to Nettie who laughed at her with a fan of her hand, “whoa! This hostility is really killing the vibe, eh? I thought you just said you two were good?”

“We’re works in progress but some more than others…” Nettie informed letting a few beats of silence go by before saying, “and my god you guys are so gullible!”

Kiara laughed in Cleo’s arms while the brown-skinned girl appeared just as confused as the rest.

Pope sighed and squinted against the drizzle of rain, “I was gonna say you two are going to give us some serious whiplash, especially since I saw you guys kissing down by the river.”

“WHAT?!” John B bounced on his toes in excitement.

Sarah’s joyful gaze immediately went to Kiara’s who quickly shifted her glaze to Pope with a shake of her head.

JJ laughed with a fist pump shooting into the air, “I knew it!”

“Jesus, Pope! How do you know that?” Kiara didn’t attempt to hide it.

Pope sheepishly rubbed at the back of his neck as Nettie gave the boy a side-eye underneath his arm, “I may have stumbled across you guys on my way to use the bathroom.”

“I can’t believe you’re also a nosy asshole, Pope!” Nettie pulled his arm from around her, while Pope chuckled and gave JJ a low-five.

“Welcome to the family, Nettie! This is what you get so you might as well get used to it!” Cleo hollered as everyone circled around to pull each other into a group-hug underneath the Venezuelan rain.

Nettie gagged as she was smushed together by everyone but can honestly say she’s never been so accepted by a solid group of people.

And when she looked over to meet Kiara’s adoring brown eyes, Nettie held on tight with a smile meant solely for her.

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Continue along with my spring anthology series here.

[ashes-writing]

outer banks ● one girl two guys pt 9 ● j.maybank + t.thornton

warning

asshole!jj, mentions of sexual encounters, swearing, angst -omg so much angst. lowkey hurt my own damn feelings here lads, love triangles but like.. not exactly? writer doesn't know how to write a full on triangle but she is tryinggg, complicated home lives (reader and topper have mommy issues, we all know jj has daddy issues ), jealousy, affection / filth / kissing ( body fluids dude ), use of petnames (cupcake + love or baby maaybe an occasional princess), violent confrontations (past and present), very small hints of the treasures that the show is centered around so au warning? yeah? yeah.

<- reader / you is a female with female working parts + clothing and appearance. you/reader also have a bit of personality and a past, nicknames or petnames. this is self indulgent and i have no shame.

word count

2445 exactly. for any missing context (unless you're a minor, ofc) part 8 <- click the bolded to be taken to it.

summary

after your night with Topper Thornton, things are starting to become a lot more clear. but how much more messy can/will it get before decisions are made and realizations reached?

taglist + shoutouts

taglist is here... if you'd like to be added to it, please let me know or click the bolded and add yourself. If you're not here for a whole complicated mess and i've tagged you, lmk.

@tbmunson bestie iloveyousofuckingmuch omg. this.. this would not have come together without us just discussing it a little while ago. I owe you my life, because you're my inspiration and you're amazing. hope you're prepared for the angst, oops rip.

@writingreadinglurkingandsmirking baaaabes. omg so like.. you may have been right in your comment on the previous part. i may or may not have chosen violence today? your comments have me living over here, they mean so much more to me than I can express properly and I've really really, really enjoyed reading every single one. you're the sweetest and honestly, i'm just thrilled you like this so much.

@valentineshiftz lol, the pregnancy scare won't happen... yet. but like.. your comments give me life, babes, i can't thank you enough holy shit, you don't know how much it means to me that you're caught up in this -messy as hell as it is, and you're reading it and i just am moved and thrilled that you like this so thank you, thank you sm.

@stilesstilinskisgf oh my god you are the sweetest i swear. your comments are so sweet and you're too good to me, i'm just so happy you seem to enjoy this and you've taken the time to read, ahhhh. thank you sm!

other links

masterlist ● jj's masterlist ● topper's masterlist ● about + rules

← what’d you do? Move him in, cupcake?

← his jeep has been there since Monday.

← you know he’s probably just using you. Why are you even going along with it?

← I’m sorry, okay? I’m really, really sorry.

← I miss you cupcake.

← Never thought I’d see the day you turned Kook.

You’re reading the texts that JJ sent and you roll your eyes, tossing the phone to your nightstand. Every part of you is tempted to just pick up the phone and have that one big fight. But if you even think about it, you chicken out. Because you can’t lose him, you’re not ready to give up completely. 

,, but you’re starting to fall in love with Topper. You really are your mother’s daughter, huh? Right down to being torn between a Kook and a Pogue..” the thought comes and it’s enough to make you scowl. You finish the cigarette you ducked out to smoke and you shove your phone  down into your pocket. Just as you go to reach for the handle on the door leading into the bar, you hear your name being called from the top of the alley.

“Why can’t you just leave it alone?” you wonder to yourself as you tense all over. Your stomach is churning. You don’t want to talk to JJ right now, you know if you do and he says the right combination of things, one thing or the other will happen. One, he’ll finally drive you right into exploding and saying things you can’t take back, which will wind up costing you your best friend and two.. If he’s here for another reason and he says just the right things in just the right way, there’s a chance you won’t be able to resist him and the last thing you want right now is to mess up whatever’s just happened between you and Topper Thornton.

“Go away, JJ.” you call out and it’s tired.

JJ walks down the alley and stops to lean against the wall beside you. “You don’t know how t’ text somebody back, cupcake?”

“That goes two ways, JJ.” you rub the bridge of your nose. Obviously, it’s the first scenario that’s about to happen and you’re not ready for it, you’re dying for a hole to open up in the pavement and pull you down, straight to hell.

“Are you fucking him, cupcake?”

“JJ, don’t.” you try to place a hand against his chest and shove him back as he steps up into you but he ignores it, stepping closer instead. “ Answer the question.”

You roll your eyes. Of course he’s not going to just let this drop and walk away. He’s JJ Maybank, he’s confrontational as the day is long. And you  really do not have the patience for it tonight, not when you’ve been getting groped by old money drunks all goddamn night because Topper had to be somewhere for his grandpa and he isn’t here to buffer like usual. And the second you catch yourself feeling bothered by it as if you rely solely on him for your own safety, you're beyond frustrated with yourself because it's a very slippery slope, depending on other people is. And it's something you're fighting like hell not to do.

You swallow hard. “You don’t want me to do that, JJ.”

“Oh, I want you to, cupcake. I asked, didn’t I?”

“Why the hell do you care? Are you not fucking her right now? Why aren’t you with her anyway, JJ? She’s your girlfriend..” you go quieter, “Not me. I.. I tried to show you how I felt. You didn’t want that. You don’t get to do this now.”

“You’re my girl. You’ve always been my girl. Answer the question.”

“Okay, fine. We’ve been fucking nonstop. We’ve fucked on my bed, in his Jeep, on my mom’s kitchen counter, behind this bar.. Is that enough, JJ or do you want details? Do I need to paint you a clearer picture?” and maybe it’s a lie, you’ve only hooked up twice so far, but.. You’re too angry now to be bothered with trivial shit like the truth. You’re not thinking about what you say or how you say it, otherwise, you would’ve told a white lie to placate him in the first place. 

JJ’s jaw flutters and he’s stunned silent. He looks really hurt and your heart is breaking because you’re the one who’s just hurt him. But then that hurt look is gone and it’s replaced by cold indifference. He rubs his chin. “I think I got it. So what? You’re just gonna let him use you and laugh about it with all his fuckin’ country club friends, cupcake? Is that what you want for yourself?” he’s pacing, tugging at his hair, he’s so frustrated he’s turning red all over. “I wanted it to be me and you, cupcake.”

“And yet, when I tell you how I really feel, your response is to ditch me. Leave me out of fucking everything. Make me think you fucking died? Make it make sense, JJ. Because it doesn’t. You can’t have us both, y’know..” you go quiet. “I’m goin’ inside. Some of us have to worry about an actual roof over our head and not when the next big adventure is coming. Just leave.. Please?”

“I’m not goin’ anywhere.” JJ’s standing full height, his back against the  door and his arms crossed over his chest. He’s staring down at you intently as everything falls to pieces and goes to shit all around him. You try to step around him, he blocks you from that way. You finally get so fed up that you throw your hands up in disgust. “What do you want, JJ? I told you what you asked for. If you don’t want the answer, maybe don’t ask the question.”

“I want you. I want everything t’ go back to the way it was.” and he’s quiet. You can look at him and tell this is killing him, you have tears stinging at your own eyes right now. But you start to think about the way he’s always played hot and cold, because now that you haven’t been spending every single second with him you’ve had your eyes open to a lot of things you had the blinders on about before and that in itself… was painful to realize.

“I don’t, though? Do you even care what I want JJ? Have you ever? Because I couldn’t keep being your little cupcake, alright? Watching you with everybody else but me. I got sick of it. I don’t want to go back to that and I’m not going to.”

“You don’t.. You can’t mean that. Cupcake, it wasn’t like that.” JJ is desperate for you to understand. To connect with you again.

He just wants you to feel what he’s feeling whenever he thinks about you, he wants you to understand exactly why he can’t just say it or act on it like you can..

But as he’s trying to put it to words, nothing else will come. “I was scared!” he throws up his hands. “I was scared that I’d let it happen, I’d let us happen and then it’d fuck up somehow.” his voice drops and he takes a few shaky breaths. Steps closer to you, effectively keeping you from going back inside the bar as he stares down at you. “He’s filling your head full of shit. And he’s using you. You’re smarter than this, cupcake. Think about it.. When do any of them really give a shit about any of us?” he can look at you and tell you’re not understanding it.

He laughs bitterly, “You’re always saying you don’t want to be your mom. This shit.. This is how it started with her, cupcake.” he swallows hard. Watches the way your eyes flash in anger when his words sink in. You step away and you’re glaring at him, seething. Almost shaking because you’re that angry. That hurt by the things he’s just said to you.

“He’s done nothing to me but treat me like a person. With thoughts and feelings? Not a possession.” you go quiet. Shoving at JJ when he steps up to you. “I’m not like her. I’m not. Didn’t you think I was scared? Did you not stop to think about that at all? But I took a risk.” you rub your forehead as you make yourself look up at him and shake your head. “I shouldn’t have. None of this would’ve ever happened. And so what if he’s gonna use me, JJ? So fucking what?”

“You don’t remember how he treated Sarah? She left cos he got too possessive.” JJ’s gazing down at you in concern.

“She left because she wanted somebody else at the time and we both know it, JJ. Don’t you dare start the bullshit. She left Topper because John B caught her attention. When she finds somebody else that catches her attention, she’ll probably leave John too.”

“Why are you defendin him? Don’t you remember the way he beat up Pope?”

“Oh, I do. But I’m not actually a Pogue, right? I mean.. You’ve always been so against me doing anything you guys do, no matter how much I wanted to help because you’re all my friends. You didn’t want me getting involved you don’t even like it when I hang out with all three of you together, I can just tell... So maybe I’m just standing back and looking at how damn stupid the whole  feud is to begin with.”

“Stupid, huh?” JJ rubs his chin and shakes his head. His stomach is churning even more now and there’s this bitterness creeping in. Because you would never have done all this before. You would’ve taken up for your side of the island. He’s so jealous of Topper right now because it’s starting to sink in. He’s going to lose you and he’s going to lose you to Topper Thornton, of all people, for good.

“I said what I said, JJ.” you sigh. Rub your forehead and take a few shaky breaths. “We’re done here. Go find your girlfriend, JJ. Go find the girl you chose. Be happy. Let me go.”

And you feel like you’ll throw up but you step past him and place your hand on the door in front of you.

“I love you. I always have.”

“No, JJ. No you don’t. You never did. I know that now.” 

Once you’re inside the bar again and out of sight, JJ breaks down completely. Picks up a garbage can and throws it and then he takes a swing at the wall. After he’s sat there about five minutes replaying everything back in his mind, he gets up and he leaves.

–

Last call is over and you are exhausted. Totally drained. Emotionally and physically. You make your way out of the bar and you start what you think will be your walk home only to have your shoulder tapped just as you make it past The Wreck.

You whirl around, glaring because you half expect it to be JJ. Or Kiara. Or even Sarah Cameron, surprisingly, she’s the only one who hasn’t bothered saying a damn thing about any of this to you yet. When you see Topper standing there, your glare softens and you go into his arms, melting against him. “I wanna go home.”

“Everything okay, love?” he’s got his hands on your hips and he’s gazing at you in concern. You bite your lip and shrug. “No worse than usual.”

“Was it JJ again?”

You swallow hard. He knows just by looking at you that yes, it was JJ again. And he clenches his fist. “I’m gonna kick his fucking head in.”

“Just leave him alone. I.. I think maybe he gets it this time. He kept pushing me so I told him.. About us?” and you’re scared to death saying it because you know that Topper could easily laugh. He could easily tell you that this is just sex, that he doesn’t care. He could easily prove every single thing JJ has been saying for weeks now correct.

So you’re so sure he’s going to do that, when he doesn’t, it catches you by total surprise. “How’d he take it?” Topper asks. Cringing a little because he kind of knows how the guy feels right now, the shoe was on the other foot not so long ago, with Sarah and John B.

“Pretty sure I heard him hit the door out behind the bar after I went inside.” you shrug. You’re just numb. Still processing the fight, total honesty. “We’re not coming back from this.” and you’re starting to tear up at the thought because now it’s finally hitting you. This isn’t just a fight. This is most likely the end. “He was my best friend.”

Topper pulls you against him, wrapping his arms around. “Shh. It’s okay.”

You’re sobbing harder and somewhere in the midst of it all, you start to ramble about exactly what JJ has been saying about him for weeks now and he pulls away to look down at you.

“Do you think that’s all this is?” Topper questions.

“Topper.. I don’t know.” you drop your shoulders, stare down at your ratty Converse. “Why would you wanna be with me?” it’s a simple question.

Topper takes a deep breath.

“I’m not using you. I’m not. And I don’t care how many times I have t’ say it, I’ll say it until you believe it.” he drags a thumb through inky mascara tear trails on your cheek and leans into you all over again. You breathe him in and start to relax a little. He feels you relax in his arms and chuckles quietly. “C’mon. Let’s get you back to your place, okay?”

You nod. Let him slip an arm around you and start to lead you over to his Jeep. Everything’s still raw, fresh in your mind and you’re reeling. One part of you knows you can trust Topper. But there’s that lingering fear that JJ’s right and he’s bored, using you because he wants to get over or get back at Sarah.

You shove the intrusive thought out. 

Because you’ve already got enough in your mind tonight. And you’d rather not be alone. When you’re with Topper, you’re not hurting, you’re not distracted by overthinking. And maybe, for now, that’s the way you need to leave it.

No labels. No bullshit. Just let go and lean into whatever comes next.

,,  he picked you. JJ didn’t. Just focus on that.” the thought comes and you let it linger.

[honeybear-yammy]

Little Things

Warnings: cursing, smut, tit play, nipple play, nipple piercings

Pairings: Kiara Carrera x Female Pogue Reader

Summary: In which Kiara is finally able to "admire" Y/N's new piercings after they have had time to heal.

Kinktober Day 14 - Piercings

© Honeybear-Yammy, please do not steal, translate, copy, or transfer my work.

"Are they healed yet?" Kiara asked with a whine. You had got your nipples pierced a few weeks ago and Kie was just dying to get her hands on your tits so she could see them finally. They of course needed time to heal though so, she had to wait for some time. You laughed and shook your head when you saw how desperate she was for just your tits.

"Come on, please tell me. Are they healed yet?" She asked impatiently. "Okay, alright, fine. I'll tell you." You said with a laugh. "Yes, they are healed now." You said. When you said that you saw Kiara's eyes light up. "Would you like to see them?" You asked with a devilish smirk. "Please?" Kie asked. You smirked and then slowly took your tight cropped tank top off before taking off your bikini top off, revealing your pierced tits to your girlfriend.

The brunette girl stood there in awe. She looked like a kid in a candy store. You smirked when you saw her reaction to your piercings. "Well? Do you like them?" You asked with a smirk. "Like them?" Kiara said with a smile. "Fuck.. I love them." She said. "Mm.. I'm glad you like them." You said with a grin. "Of course I do." Kiara grinned as well before leaning in to kiss your lips softly.

You kissed back lovingly and the two of you made out for a few minutes before Kiara pulled away from your lips. She kissed down your jawline, down your neck, trailing wet kisses down your body until she reached your breasts. She looked up at you with a smile before leaning over to your left breast and gently flicking her tongue over the pierced bud.

You gasped softly and whimpered as she did so. She smirked before switching to your right nipple and doing the same to it before drawing your pierced nipple into her warm mouth. You bit your lip, biting back a moan as Kiara gently sucked on your hardened bud. You put your hands through her long, brown curls as she continued to suck on your right bud. She pulled back before biting her lip, a smile spreading across her gorgeous face.

"Well, we can't let the other one feel left out now can we?" She said with a smirk as she leaned down and drew your left nipple into her mouth. You let your head fall back as she did so. Your fingers tangled in her hair as she continued to suck on your hardened nipple. She finally stopped before trailing kisses up your body and back up to your mouth before kissing you.

"Mm.. I love you." You said with a smile. "I love you too, babe." Kie said with a smile before kissing you lovingly again.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

[babeydollx]

Room For One More? (2/?)

Warnings: cursing, slight shower sex, threesome, sex toys

Pairings: Sarah Cameron x Female Reader x Kiara Carrera

Summary: continuation of part 1 lmao.

Requested: very highly requested lmao.

Word Count: 600+

a/n: here is part 2 finally lmao.

© Maybanks-Luver, please do not steal or translate my work

"Last night was amazing, wasn't it?" Sarah asked.

"Fuck yes." You said.

"Best fuck I had in so long." Kiara said. The three of you were laying in Sarah's bed together when you noticed that Sarah got an idea. You could tell it was a naughty one from the look on her face.

"Y'know, we really should get washed up after last night." Sarah said with a smirk.

"Yeah, we really should." Kiara said.

"Should we all go together?" Sarah asked with a smirk.

"Fuck yes." You said as you bit your lip. The three of you giggled and you all went into the bathroom. Sarah got the shower started up as you and Kiara stripped out of your pjs which were really just baggy sweatshirts.

Sarah then stripped out of her own top and once the water was at the perfect temperature, the three of you got into the shower together. The second you got into the shower, Sarah's lips were on yours. The two of you made out passionately until Kiara gently pulled you away from Sarah and planted a passionate and heated kiss on your lips.

As you and Kiara were making out, her hands slid up your wet body, moving up to your breasts. Once her soft hands reached your tits, she grabbed them and squeezed them gently making you whimper into her mouth.

You then felt Sarah come up behind you. Then, with zero warning, she smacked your ass making you jump in Kiara's arms. Sarah just smirked. 

"Fuck I want to taste you." Sarah said as she gently pulled you away from Kiara. Sarah made you sit down on the bench in the shower and then spread your legs widely. Sarah squatted down and then before you knew it, Sarah was eating you out.

You gasped and carefully rested your head back on the marble shower wall. As Sarah was eating you out, Kiara came over to the two of you and went over to Sarah. Sarah stopped eating you out for a moment and knew what Kiara wanted to do.

"Maybe we should finish this in the bedroom?" Sarah asked with a smirk. You and Kiara both nodded quickly. The three of you actually decided to wash up and hurried into the bedroom. The three of you barely dried off since you all were too excited.

Sarah quickly pushed you down on the bed and spread your legs again before diving back into your soaking pussy. You gasped and moaned out, putting your hands through her hair. As Sarah ate you out, Kiara got behind Sarah and began to eat her pussy.

Sarah moaned out, the vibrations from her moan making you moan out. You rolled your hips against Sarah's face as she ate you out like a fucking starving girl. Kiara and Sarah stopped. You whined and looked at Sarah pleadingly. 

Sarah just smirked and got up and grabbed something out of her dresser and then came back. Your eyes then widened when you saw that she had a 10in dildo in her hands.

"What is that for?" You asked.

"For you, silly." Sarah said with a smirk.

"Yeah, Sarah and I were talking last night and we started talking about how fucking hot you'd look with a dildo shoved inside of you." Kiara said with a smirk.

"But that's not all we have for you." Sarah said with a smirk.

"We have so much in store for you, pretty girl." Kiara said with a smirk as she caressed your face. 

"So, do you want what we have planned?" Sarah asked.

"Fuck yes, please." You said desperately. 

"Oh sweetie, you're in for a fucking treat." Kiara said with a smirk.

a/n: I hope y'all enjoyed this fic!

[railingsofsorrow]

RAILINGSOFSORROW'S FIC RECS (0.2)

2nd part of the recommendation list from my fav fics! (i had to split in two because tumblr was being a nightmare) have it in mind that they can either be on tumblr or ao3.

the (+) means it has a smut masterlists: [0.1] [0.2]

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━━ OBX 

↬ little village by @thegreatestofheck (jj x routhledge!oc) 

best thing that's ever happened to me.

↬ whipped by @ptersparkers (jj x reader) 

↬ wake by @obxsummer (jj x reader) 

↬ aftermath by @maybaenk (jj x reader) 

↬ once a cheater... by @sl-ut (s.cameron x fem!kook!reader; t.thornton x platonic!reader) 

↬ lucky by @↑ (k.carrera x f!reader) 

↬ two of the same by @jjmaybud (k.carrera x f!reader) 

i, too, want to get married with kiara carrera.

↬ skin by @↑ (p.heyward x reader) 

↬ kie loves you... but you're not hers by @infictionalwonderland (k.carrera x f!reader; jj x f!reader)  

↬ angels like you by @cryonme (p.heyward x reader) 

↬ the 7 times he realises he loves you by @fandomtravels (I can't tag this acc :/ it's glitching) (r.cameron x reader) 

彡 

━━ MCU 

↬ one heart by @ichorai (tasm!single parent!p.parker x single parent! x reader) (major angst!) 

ok so I stumbled upon this while I was in class and I was bored so I thought let's give it a go until I get to go home. terrible idea because I was holding my cries, can you believe it? this fic stole my heart and it's so well-written, I don't think there's anything like it, it talks about loss and grieving in the most realistic way possible, I almost felt inserted into the story. plz go read it it will be so worth it.

↬ on thin ice by @leahsficemporium (peter parker x reader)

learning how to skate with peter &lt;3

↬ like slow-slipping redemption by artist_artists (ao3) (tasm!p.parker × male mj) 

I don't understand how this one doesn't have more recognition. I was craving for a bi!peter fic and I found it's the best piece of work I've read, it played with my emotions and left me of the edge of my seat. it's set on a post-no way home universe and it features tasm!peter x male mj. it's a happy ending!!! plus it's not long, only 3 chapters.

↬ getting old by @kiss-inthekitchen (husband!tasm!p.parker x reader)  

↬ peter parker can't flirt by @curseofaphrodite (tasm!p.parker x marauder!reader)

it's a crossover btw marauders era + the amazing spiderman universe.

彡

━━ TVD/T.O 

↬ apotheosis by atriums (klaus mikaelson x reader) 

it's finished and it has a sequel called alkaline.

↬ familia supra omnia by IAMiniquity (poly!mikaelsons x oc) (currently being updated) 

the best thing I've read in the originals universe, spent less than month reading it and I keep craving for more.

↬ treading on thin ice by @fitzs-trained-monkey (kol mikaelson x reader)

they write the best kol fics istg.  

↬ wasteland, baby! by trustsalvatore (kol mikaelson x oc) 

incomplete since 2020 :(((

彡

↬ coming home by @acourtofwhatthefuck (azriel x reader) (series)

━━ MISC 

↬ troublemaker by @itsapeterthing (druig x avenger!reader)  

I will tell you one thing: I wasn't into a court of thorns and roses until I stumbled upon this one. yk when the writing grips you and chains you in a way that you can't leave? that's what happened to me. I was so addicted I read this whole series in three days at most. then I proceeded to read all of their work, you should do the same, you won't regret it it's so good. 

↬ resident healer by @15-dogs (newt scamander x reader)  

↬ no one knows by @pillow-titties (billy russo x reader) +

↬ no one knows p.2 by @↑ + 

↬ by your side by @alaynes-writings (paul atreides x reader)  

↬ stormy nights by @marvelmusing (aleksander mozorova x reader)  

[newtsbloodygf]

Masterlist

Stray Kids:

Hwang Hyunjin masterlist

All skz members:

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[Other members coming soon...]

BTS:

Jungkook:

[coming soon...]

Suga:

[coming soon...]

Jimin:

[coming soon...]

Itzy:

Yeji:

[coming soon...]

Ryujin:

[coming soon]

Ryeji x reader:

[coming soon...]

Yuna:

[coming soon...]

Lia:

[coming soon...]

Chaeryeong:

[coming soon....]

[other groups coming soon...]

Outer Banks:

JJ Maybank:

[coming soon...]

Kiara Carrera:

[coming soon...]

Sarah Cameron:

[coming soon...]

Pope Heyward:

[coming soon...]

Rafe Cameron:

[coming soon...]

Cleo:

[coming soon....]

13 Reasons Why:

Justin Foley:

[coming soon...]

Sheri Holland:

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Zach Dempsey:

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Alex Standall:

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Jessica Davis:

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Hannah Baker:

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Jeff Atkins:

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Skye Miller:

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Clay Jensen x Skye Miller x Reader:

[coming soon...]

Clay Jensen x Hannah Baker:

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The Sandman:

Morpheus/Dream:

[coming soon...]

Johanna Constantine:

[coming soon...]

Death:

[coming soon...]

Calliope:

[coming soon...]

Rose Walker:

[coming soon...]

Alex Burgess:

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The Corinthian:

[coming soon...]

Morpheus x Calliope x Reader:

[coming soon...]

Marvel:

Wanda Maximoff:

[coming soon...]

Natasha Romanoff:

[coming soon...]

Loki Laufeyson:

[coming soon...]

Thor Odinson:

[coming soon...]

Peter Parker:

[coming soon...]

MJ/Mary Jane Watson:

[coming soon...]

MJ x Peter Parker x Reader:

[coming soon...]

Loki Laufeyson x Reader x Thor Odinson:

[coming soon...]

Ned x Peter Parker x MJ x Reader:

[coming soon...]

The End Of The F***ing World:

Alyssa Foley:

[coming soon..]

James:

[coming soon...]

James x Alyssa x Reader:

[coming soon...]

Hawkeye:

Kate Bishop:

[coming soon...]

Yelena Belova:

[coming soon...]

Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova:

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Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova x Reader:

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Maze Runner:

Newt:

[coming soon...]

Thomas:

[coming soon...]

Minho:

[coming soon...]

Teresa:

[coming soon...]

Brenda:

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Harriet:

[coming soon...]

Newt x Thomas:

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Teresa x Thomas:

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Newt x Reader x Thomas:

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Newt x Reader x Minho:

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The Divergent:

Four/Tobias Eaton:

[coming soon...]

Hunger Games:

Katniss Everdeen:

[coming soon...]

Finnick Odair:

[coming soon...]

Gale Hawthorne:

[coming soon...]

Katniss x Reader x Finnick:

[coming soon...]

[and more series+movies+characters to come...]

[nymphie-mama]

Characters I’ll write for:

- this applies for moodboards and one shots. please check my request rules. MY REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY: open.

- when requests are open, please send them as an ask/to my inbox. i probably will not see it otherwise.

OBX:

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

John B Routledge

Pope Heyward

Topper Thornton

Kiara Carrera (x f!reader)

Sarah Cameron (x f!reader)

MARAUDERS ERA HARRY POTTER:

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Lily Evans (x f!reader)

Mary Macdonald (x f!reader)

Marlene McKinnon (x f!reader)

Pandora Lestrange (x f!reader)

Dorcas Meadowes (x f!reader)

Evan Rosier

Barty Crouch Jr.

Alice Greengrass (x f!reader)

HARRY POTTER GOLDEN TRIO ERA:

Harry J Potter

Hermione Granger (x f!reader)

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Dean Thomas

Lorenzo Berkshire

Theodore Nott

Ginny Weasley (x f!reader)

Luna Lovegood (x f!reader)

Neville Longbottom

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE:

Peter Parker (any vers.)

Matt Murdock

Michelle Jones-Watson (x f!reader)

Kate Bishop (x f!reader)

Yelena Belova (x f!reader)

Stephen Strange

Tony Stark

Natasha Romanova (x f!reader)

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Shang Chi

THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY:

Jeremiah Fisher

Conrad Fisher

Steven Conklin

Belly Conklin (x f!reader)

Taylor Jewel (x f!reader)

Cam Cameron he fr doesn’t have a last name

[dvesinthewind]

Normal Girl | Kiara Carrera

summary: Struggling with a big part of your identity isn't easy. Luckily Pope is by your side while you figure things out, even if it takes more time than expected. 4 times you acknowledged your feelings for Kie, + the 1 time you admitted them. WC 4.9K

warnings: internalized homophobia, underage drinking, implied sex, things get slightly heated but no smut, fluff, language? maybe

pairing: kiara x f!reader

a/n: let's pretend pope isn't in love with kie because i love him and i refuse to break his heart. this fic comes close to home, i actually cried writing it LOL. in my opinion its my best work. feedback is appreciated, hope you enjoy <3 (there are no szn 3 spoilers included!!!)

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You were young when you first admitted, out loud, that you were definitely not straight. Although it was completely on accident, you were quickly washed over with a sense of relief when Pope was the victim of your confession, and not someone else. It was something that you held so deeply inside of you, that the confession itself felt like a breath of fresh air. You could finally breathe, the weight lifted off of your shoulders as it disappeared into the night. Pope, of course, showered you with support, embracing your body as tears suddenly poured from your eyes. It might've gotten rid of a large burden, but that didn't mean that it wasn't any less terrifying.

Many years of your life were a lie, and acceptance wasn't easy. It wasn't your friends that you were nervous about. It was yourself. The pogues were the most selfless people you ever met, but the very idea ate you up inside. You couldn't ignore the guilty feeling that settled into your stomach and crept up into your throat when your family asked if you had a boyfriend. Or the way your mind subconsciously drifted off to Kie, and how much she had grown over the years. How her brown curls seemingly soaked up the summer sun and glistened as it fell beneath the horizon. How could you ever be truly happy if you couldn't be happy with yourself?

1.

The beach during nighttime was an entirely different experience. The sun could no longer beat down on your skin, and there was no need for sunglasses to shade your eyes. The air was evidently cooler than during the early hours of the day, which left you clad in a favorite sweatshirt to keep yourself comfortable. If you were honest, you preferred it this way. It was a pleasant change from the constant heat and you were thankful for that.

You were also thankful for the change of scenery. As much as they denied it, boneyard parties allowed your friends to kick back and relax. As well as distract themselves from the constant chaos they seemingly put themselves through. You swore you had never seen John B so content.

Before you could recognize the smile that unknowingly etched itself upon your face, JJ had lazily thrown his arm around your shoulders. You quickly eyed Pope beside you, sending him a playful eyeroll as you turned over to the blonde. Typical JJ. "May I help you, Mr. Maybank?"

He smiled, shifting his head up to scan the beach. "No, but I'm here to help you." He pointed his finger at you, with eyebrows raised and you suddenly understood what he was implying. He brought his beer bottle up to his lips and shrugged off Pope's reaction.

"Oh, here we go again," Pope sighed, as his hands covered his eyes.

"What? Plenty of tourons for our dear Y/N."

It was apparent then, that as you scanned your surroundings you weren't looking for anyone but Kie. In the sea of heads none of them compared to the natural beauty that she held in her finger alone. But for once, JJ was right.

"I promise you I can fish my own tourons, JJ," you resorted to, eyes not leaving the growing crowd. It really wasn't a bad idea. If you had picked up anyone, surely you would never see them again. But for some odd reason you felt so guilty.

"What about," JJ started, dragging out his syllables while he dramatically surveyed the groups around you. "Him." The blonde's long pointer finger was directed at a tall brunette standing across the sand. He stood confidently, and extremely close to the sea water as it collapsed in and out onto the land. Unfortunately for you, it seemed he was already aware of your presence, eyes boring onto your own. It made you wonder how long he had ridiculously stared into your soul before you had the chance to notice. It was quite humorous if anything.

A laugh escaped from your lips, not giving you a chance to hold it back. "Absolutely not."

Pope shifted beside you, and you had almost forgotten he had known of your secret this entire time. You felt as if the uncomfortable shift was a signal, somehow subconsciously alerting you it may be time to tell someone else. There was no way JJ would judge you. If anything he would be ecstatic, finally having someone else to talk about girls with.

Instead, you wrapped your fingers around JJ's sun-kissed wrist and carefully turned it over to a pretty girl standing with who you assumed could only be her friends. "I think she would be a better candidate."

You watched as his features changed from bemusement to a soft smirk that stretched from ear to ear. His head quickly turn over to meet your amused glance, as if you would have disappeared from your seat if he wasn't fast enough. He only smiled, growing by the second, and you could feel Pope's warm hand ghosting over yours. A way to show he was proud, without verbally confessing so. If you were a sap, tears would surely be flowing from your eyes by now.

"You never told me," JJ stated, muffled, as he had since leaned you further into his muscular chest.

"I know, and I'm sorry. I'm telling you now though, that's what counts right?"

The blonde laughed, and you felt it rumble through his chest and vibrate onto your own body. There was nothing so great as the feeling of acceptance. "Wait, Pope knows too right?"

Pope playfully scoffs at his friends obliviousness. "Yes, I knew."

"Wait, so does-"

"No, just you and Pope. Although I'm sure Sarah and JB have their suspicions," you graciously cut him off, suddenly recoiling at the burst of this bubble the three of you had created. If more people knew, where would that leave you? How could you be yourself when such a large part of your identity would be common knowledge across the island? More importantly, why did it bother you so much?

Both boys seemed to have noticed the fall in your expression, as they both jumped to comfort you.

"I hope you know how much we all love you. I doubt very much that their idea of you would change," Pope said.

"For real, you're still the same person you were five minutes ago." The blonde shrugged his shoulders in a nonchalant manor. That alone was enough to ease some of the anxiously driven butterflies aggressively flapping around in your abdomen. It was sweet, and everything you needed to hear. Oh how foolish you had been to be cautious around your family. With so much love in their eyes you felt as though you were at home. They were all you ever needed.

"You guys are going soft on me," you tease.

Kiara was still a no-show. You wondered if she had been here the entire time, and you just missed her. But as the time grew on, and the alcohol settled into your veins, she was the only person you were truly looking for. Within the crowd of faces, most familiar, a pretty one stuck out the most to you. From where you were standing, her hair color was questionable, and due to the lack of lighting, there was no way to tell for sure. A smile had stretched on her lips, a pleasant one. Her teeth were perfectly shaped and blissfully white as they presented themselves to you. And you could only reciprocate the gesture.

She gracefully made her way before you, her frame only a couple inches shorter than your own. Her eyes were a deep hazel, like coffee mixed only with a few pours of milk. She was very pretty, you wouldn't deny that. Her features were something ethereal, unlike any other girl you had ever seen. Her name was forgotten shortly after she had graciously given it to you, because she wasn't Kiara. The guilt in your gut only grew more intense the more you compared her to your friend. The one who had seemingly found a seat next to Pope after all this time of her being absent.

You didn't miss the look she was giving you either. Not when she scanned the petite girl who was closely tucked into your chest. Not when you leaned down to hear her since she was so soft spoken, her warm breath fanning over your ear. And certainly not when she watched her tug you away from the boneyard, smaller hand interlocked with yours. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know Kiara wasn't happy.

You surely didn't forget about it. Not when your hands roamed softly up the unnamed girl's body and unclasped her lacy undergarments. Not when sweet nothings and desperate whimpers left her soft, plump lips. And not when she departed after placing a kiss upon your cheek, hips swaying as her figure grew smaller with distance.

Guilt had never become so familiar.

2.

The sun had only just risen, leaving an eerie glow to haze over the chateau and it's surrounding area. Amber oranges and crisp yellows pleasantly clouded the skies, slowly whisking away as the sun was given a chance to completely make an appearance. You weren't typically a morning person, but the sunrises in the Outer Banks were worth waking up for. Along with the fact you hadn't slept since the encounter. What the hell was wrong with you? It wasn't the first time you brought a girl home. It wasn't JJ or Pope who made you feel shameful either, it was the face Kiara had made that seemingly haunted your brain since you had left the beach altogether. Now as you sat comfortably in a beach chair in John B's backyard, Kiara was yet again all you could think about.

"You're here early." A raspy voice interrupted you from your current train of thought. Sarah stood lazily against the door frame, blanket wrapped around her torso like a cape. The blonde held eye contact before attempting to rub the sleep from her eyes, remaining unsuccessful. You were sure the eyebags under your own eyes were unattractive enough. If she noticed, she didn't say. Instead she sat down carefully beside you, brown eyes surveying the colorful horizon as it rapidly changed to baby blue. "Penny for your thoughts?"

You ignored her. "You're up early."

She hummed, untangling her locks while freeing them from the loose bun they were originally tied up in. "I was getting water, and then I saw you out here. Figured you could use some company."

"Thanks."

"You know you can always talk to me, right?"

You could guess what she was implying, but you also knew Sarah was one to be blunt. If you didn't bring it up, she certainly would. "Yes, I know that." Your e/c eyes remained straight ahead, in fear you might catch her sending you a pitiful glance. You loved Sarah, truly. But you didn't know what to say. Wishing you could say more led you almost feeling disappointed in yourself for not confiding in them. But you had felt enough guilt for a lifetime of emotions.

"Good, because I'm always here for you," she smiled, beautiful teeth shining during such an early morning. Sarah Cameron reminded you of summertime. She was graceful, with golden locks that bathed in the sun. Freckles danced along the prominent features of her youthful skin. She had always been a natural beauty, much like Kie. Not much was needed for her to look presentable.

"I wish I could say more," you admitted.

The blonde tilted her head, bemusement settling between her thick brows. "What do you mean?"

"I just- everyone's been so supportive and its like, I wish I had more to say. I wish I had told everyone sooner."

A soft hand cupped your naked knee, sudden warmth embracing it. "No one is mad at you. I completely understand why you didn't tell us. I'm the one that's sorry you felt like you couldn't have come to us sooner."

A comfortable silence engulfed the two of you. There wasn't many times you and Sarah spent alone, but it felt nice to finally do so. That is, until a tall brunette stumbled onto the deck and interrupted the peace.

"What're you guys doing out here?" John B's usual rasp was switched out for an appealing nasally sound, one you had heard numerous times.

"We were enjoying the silence," you teased.

"Room for two more?" Of course, JJ followed shortly behind his friend as he tugged a loose t-shirt over his head.

"So much for girl time," Sarah mumbled, low enough for mainly you to hear.

"We're all girls here," JJ replied with an awful, girlishly high voice that had everyone practically covering their eardrums.

"We should get Kie and Pope over here."

Kie. Naturally, you'd have to face her sooner or later. "Is uh, is she mad at me?"

John B and JJ exchanged a glance. "Kie?"

"Who else?" John B had always been an awful liar. JJ wasn't any better. You sighed, running your hand through your hair to get it off of your face. Humidity was rather annoying when someone was already feeling frustrated. "She looked really pissed at me last night."

"You know Kie, I'm sure it's nothing to worry about," the brunette resorted to, though the uncertainty in his words was impossible not to miss. You had every right to know if she was mad at you.

"Yeah, I'm sure you're right."

Only hours later you sat in the passenger seat of the Twinkie, trying desperately hard not to melt under Kiara's glare. Oh, she was definitely pissed at you. When she first arrived, it was hard to avoid. Her deep, chocolate eyes followed you around as if she was afraid she'd lose you. However, the glance they held was far too cruel to be innocent. It reminded you of a mother's glare. Perhaps after a child had lied about something, or broke a family heirloom. Disappointment. Was Kie disappointed you never told her you were into girls?

As the day dragged along, Kiara barely spoke a word to you. Her glares had been replaced with something more akin to distress, rather than anger. She never mumbled a snarky comment in reply to anything you said, and she made herself scarce. If anything, you really hadn't noticed her speak to anyone other than a few sentences.

Kiara and Pope had always been the ones you were closest to. Pope seemingly knew more about you than you did, and Kiara was your person. The one you would turn to late at night when things were much too hard to handle on your own. You would share drinks, and share clothes to the point where they didn't feel like just your own. Nothing was ever just yours when it came to her. Not the clothes that were neatly tucked away in the closet, or the band posters hung up on your white walls. Not the sweatshirts that smelled of a mixture between your perfume and her own-- a sweet, flowery scent that pleasantly filled your nasal passages. Nor the alcohol bottles tucked secretly underneath your bed that felt wrong to even touch when she wasn't with you. You and Kiara had never just acted like friends. Perhaps it would take all of this for you to finally realize that.

3.

Despite how lovely the beach was, you could never spend the rest of your life in the Outer Banks. Or at least, you couldn't imagine yourself doing so. It was funny how people who spend much of their life in a particular climate, want so desperately to move somewhere to experience the opposite. So much of the world was yet undiscovered, waiting for you to explore it. You remembered JJ telling you there was no room left to grow in a place you spent all of your time growing in. If you were honest, you never completely understood until now.

That didn't mean you couldn't enjoy the sound of waves crashing upon the shore in such a rhythm it was almost mesmerizing. It was something you had heard and seen countless times, but it never seemed to bore you.

"I thought I would find you here," someone spoke from behind you. That someone was Kiara. You could recognize that voice from miles away. You turned slowly from your seated position on the sand to see her, as she stood meekly a few feet back. Whatever she was here to confess must have been eating her up inside. You knew the feeling.

"Here I am," you smiled, and gestured next to you. The sand below you was so vast, but Kiara sat as close as she could without being physically on top of you. Not that you would've minded. This particular spot wasn't somewhere you normally came with company. It was somewhere secluded and peaceful, unlike the boneyard. Her presence was not considered a disruption, however. Anywhere you went, she was welcome to be.

"I wanna apologize for how I've been acting." Her brown eyes appeared so sincere. Her face had fallen into contentedness, but the furrowing of her brow told you all you needed to know. The distance wasn't only harming you. "I'm really sorry, I could've handled that a lot differently."

"I forgive you," you said. You weren't at all surprised at how fast the words left your mouth either. "But why were you so upset with me in the first place?"

Must've struck a nerve by how eagerly she had broke the existing eye contact. Her head dropped, eyes planted onto her crisscrossed lap before she sighed. "I guess I was upset that you never told me you were gay. As if you were afraid I wouldn't accept you."

Oh, how awfully you wanted to cup her well-rounded cheeks and swear that wasn't the issue. Instead, you remained content with the way her and your opposite knees occasionally brushed upon one another with no one making the effort to prevent it from happening again. It was the way her knee seemed to be the only source of warmth you felt, even under the security of your worn out jumper. "No, Kie, that's not why I never told you. Please don't think I don't feel like I can confide in you. I'd trust you with my life."

"Then why didn't you say anything?"

Because it would remind me that I'm in love with you, you thought. "Inner demons, I guess. I couldn't really expect people to support me when I couldn't support myself."

"Oh, Y/n/n, I never knew you felt that way." Kiara brought a hand up to brush over your cheekbone. It was so meticulous and gentle, you couldn't help but lean further into her touch. "I will always support you. You'll always have me."

You smiled, genuinely, admiring her features under the sunset. As the sun made it's final appearance and dipped below the horizon, it kissed the surface of Kiara's smooth skin. You studied the outline of her thick lashes while they delicately fluttered, and couldn't help but imagine how love-struck you must've appeared. "I love you, you know," you spoke carefully. And for the first time ever, it meant more than just as a friend.

4.

Things were back to normal. There wasn't any awkward tension between you and Kie, and if anything, you began to notice a small change. Typically, you had the tendency to overlook things. But over time, it seemed Kiara made the initiative to have a body part touching you at all times. When on the water, the brunette would lay her head into the crevice between your shoulder and neck. Her bikini, if had been touched by the water, would pressed coolly onto your side. A nice temperature change from the constant sun blaring down onto your scalp. Her long hair would tickle your skin but you would never complain about being so close. You knew what it looked like from the eyes of a stranger, and you couldn't bring yourself to care.

The looks shared between the rest of the group weren't anything envious or skeptical. In your own eyes, they appeared to be unsurprised of the sudden closeness between you and your girl bestfriend. Sarah's proud smirk seemed something more knowing, and you were sure the smile on yours was a dead giveaway. Naturally, part of you hoped Kiara didn't notice how they recognized it, or at least you hoped she wouldn't be upset about it. Nothing had been done, even if they didn't know that, the both of you sure did. It seemed, if Kiara was anywhere in distress about your friends foolishness, she made no effort to correct them. That was simply the best part about it.

As evening grew to night, you found yourself wandering to Kiara's house. Figure Eight was so beautiful to walk through, with the white picket fences and underground pools. You didn't belong, but that didn't matter.

Throughout your entire childhood, Kiara's parents were pretty fond of you. You mostly kept to yourself, and you were sure they were thankful there was a girl, other than their daughter, within the chaos of teenage boys. Being polite, and always pleasant, the Carrera's offered hospitality if needed. They welcomed you with open arms, not that you needed it, but nonetheless the gesture was heart warming. It was nice to feel accepted. And even if you were safe in your home in the Cut, the chateau and the Carrera's were yet another safe haven if deemed necessary. However, that didn't mean you weren't going to go through Kiara's window ninety percent of the time.

Tonight was no exception, you thought, as you latched your hands onto the window before softly tapping your knuckles on it. From where you were crouched, Kiara was laying on her stomach upon her pink comforter, legs swinging in the air as she indulged herself in a magazine. Deep in thought, her head turned up, surveyed her room, before her warm eyes landed on you. You smiled, cheekily as she attempted to open the window with stealth. This wouldn't be the first time you would've gotten caught for not using the front door. It was an awkward conversation you weren't willing to repeat. "What are you doing here?" She whisper-yelled, grabbing your arm to help lift you into her bedroom.

You scanned her face for any sign of hesitation, but none was found. She really didn't mind when you turned up out of nowhere, she was just a tease. "Brought some things, thought we could hangout," you shrugged, and tossed your backpack onto her bed. She didn't mistake the sound of bottles clinking as they nudged one another inside your bag, nor the knowing smirk that settled upon your face.

"You're awful."

"Yeah, but I don't think you mind." Kiara jumped onto the mattress with ease, patting the spot beside her. Immediately, you climbed onto the comforter and wiggled yourself into her side. Hip to hip, shoulder to shoulder, only then did you notice her pajamas. "Cute outfit."

Kiara sent you a glare. "Are you not aware of how late it is."

"No, not that. That's my sweatshirt is all." Kiara's eyes surveyed your face slowly, eyes flickering from your chin to your own eyes. It was almost as if she was expecting you to ask for her to take it off, but that was never your intention. "Looks better on you anyway." You looked away, feeling her eyes while they remained glued to the side of your head.

It wasn't often you were this bold. And if you were honest, you kind of weren't sure where it was coming from. Perhaps it was the past few weeks and the growing tension between the two of you-- that you knew could not be one sided. It felt almost too natural to feel the heat radiating off of her own body as it projected onto yours. The way her hips seemingly fit alongside yours like a puzzle piece, or how her head snugly fit into the crook of your neck like it was made for that purpose to begin with. There was no doubt in your mind that you weren't in love with Kiara. It was about time you became content with it.

1+

You found yourself at your spot again today. The need for peace only growing stronger before you sat down onto the sand and allowed your tensed shoulders to shrink down. The sky was painted over in shades of grey, indicating the storm that was yet to come. This only frustrated you further. As much as you loved to watch the rain pour from the sky, you didn't plan on getting soaked.

Before you could even get off of the beach, a fat rain drop smacked your temple and ran down the center of your face. Great. If you started sprinting now, you'd probably make it to John B's fully soaked from the storm, and left with no change of clothes. Figure 8 was too far from where you were standing, practically everything was. The whole idea of having a quiet place to run off to was the isolation. So, you threw up your backpack over your head and ran towards the boardwalk, slowing your steps as you inched towards The Wreck.

Your hope of finding Kiara working came into fruition. The brown haired girl was making her rounds along the tables as you walked in, the bell attached to the door chiming while you did so. Her hair was neatly tied up in a bun and secured with a decorative headband. Her waitress uniform was by far the cutest thing, but she never liked to hear you say that. You couldn't help the grin that formed onto your features as you watched her exchange pleasantries with customers. If only they knew what she was like once she was free of public eye.

Soon enough her gaze found you, standing at the hostess counter like a wet, stray dog coming out from the rain. Concern washed over her face, but was quickly overruled once she noticed you were smiling-- more than likely teasing her for her uniform. "God, you're soaked! Come on."

Her hand latched onto your wrist in a hurry, pulling you past the cooks and into a small room. Kiara closed the door behind her and dug through a locker. Searching for what, you weren't sure. Not until she pushed a grey t-shirt into your arms as well as a pair of black shorts--the same ones she was clad in. "Thanks," was all you could muster up.

"Well, you're absolutely drenched. It was the least I could do." The gesture was so kind, you could've gotten teary-eyed just thinking about it. She shifted her weight up against the wall while you changed, her brown eyes occasionally observing, but never in a way to make you uncomfortable. Once you were done, the mirror was the first thing you looked upon. "Aw, now we're twinning."

She laughed. "I'm not even kidding when I say that if you walked out there, my parents wouldn't even notice."

Comfortable silence embraced the two of you, but your mind was constantly running. It always was when she was around. Especially with the way she was looking at you now, her eyes just as fixated on you as yours were on her. You couldn't resist. Not anymore. "Kiara, I- I have something to tell you."

Unfortunately, the brunette didn't even allow you to finish. Her light hands engulfed your flushed cheeks instantly, and brought you into a feverous kiss. It was warm, inviting, and unlike anything you've ever felt. The butterflies in your stomach flapped so furiously, you felt you might faint or collapse. But not when you remembered her hands holding onto each side of your face. They might've been the only thing keeping your knees from bucking out underneath you. Your hands explored the curvature of her thin waist delicately, thumbs swirling small circles while you did so. As your lips molded together, it slowly became more needy. Her hand had found itself weaved into your hair, and your hands had quickly pushed her up against your torso firmly. It could've escalated, but an aggressive knock pounded onto the door.

"Kiara! I need help out here. Hurry please."

You were practically dazed, coming down from a high as you attempted to catch your breath. Kiara's chest rose and fell in somewhat of a pattern before she answered back to her coworker. You definitely couldn't ignore how red and bruised her lips had gotten, your saliva coating them like a fresh coat of lip gloss.

Her hands grabbed your forearms softly, squeezing once to capture your attention. "Can we continue this conversation later? I've really got to get back to work," she asked, eyes remaining hopeful as she gazed up at you.

"Of course."

Kiara placed a soft, gentle kiss onto your lips once more, the addictiveness of it too much for her to resist. You weren't complaining. She hurried off before she could even catch your reaction, almost positive if she had she wouldn't be able to leave the room.

As you sat down onto a small bench placed in the center of the employee room, you realized how quiet your mind had gotten. It was insane how far you had spiraled, and the only thing lingering was the buzzing feeling of her plump lips on yours. You were washed over with a feeling of content. All the running around was so worth it. No shame, and certainly no guilt, you were hopelessly in love with Kiara.

[collecting-stories]

Playing Pretend - Kiara Carrera

Request: Could you do 48 68 and 44 with Kie 

A/N: I’m gonna make this a two part fic

Outer Banks Masterlist

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You reminded yourself, for the umpteenth time in row, that you were doing this just to fuck with your aunt. Your super-conservative, card carrying republican, holier than thou, aunt who was finally getting married in her forties and had made the crucial mistake of giving you a plus one to her wedding. 

She told your parents that she was trying to be nice, because their weren’t a lot of other teenagers in your family, but you knew what she was actually trying to do. She had been hassling you about dating since you started high school, claiming that you needed to meet a nice boy, preferably from a church, who you could set a future with. Or, in layman’s terms, start having kids as soon as you graduate. 

So you used your plus one and asked the one person that would have your aunt going into cardiac arrest on her wedding day. It was, subsequently, the only person you could imagine wanting to take too. What better motivation was there for getting dressed up that knowing Kiara was going to see you looking this good. 

You’d asked her the day after you got the invitation in the mail. Months in advance. Just in case you would have to find a backup friend to go with you. JJ wouldn’t be nearly as effective though on the plus you didn’t have a raging crush on him. 

“All you have to do is just pretend to be my date.”

“And get all dressed up.” 

“Just wear your midsummers dress or something, it’ll be fine.”

It would’ve been fine except Kiara wasn’t trying to be fine. She wanted to look perfect. She knew this was all just a revenge plot to get back at your father’s sister for being the literal worst person but she also knew that she’d been crushing on you since she joined up with the pogues and there was no way she was going to let the opportunity to impress you slip away. 

She showed up to the wedding doing her best Rihanna, red silk dress with a slit that bordered on inappropriate. You looked sunny and ethereal waiting outside for her and she looked like literal fire and suddenly your mouth was dry watching her walk across the parking lot to you. 

“Hi,” she wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you close and kissing your cheek, “you look beautiful.”

“So do you. You look incredible.” 

Kiara smiled. She could do incredible. “So is it like, just your aunt?”

“It’s my dad’s whole family. Plus the guy she’s marrying, his whole family too, they’re all assholes.” You explained, walking inside with her. The resort they had booked up was small but it had an indoor and an outdoor pool. Kiara had left her bag in her car to grab after the ceremony and take up to your room cause she was staying over with you for the night. “Could you hold my hand?” You asked as you reached the doors to the lobby. 

“Of course, what is your pretend girlfriend for if not to hold your hand?” Kiara whispered, taking your hand in hers and squeezing gently. 

She let you lead her down the hall toward the courtyard where the wedding was set up, eyes drifting over you as you walked ahead of her. Kiara was the first to call one of the boys out when they stared but she was guilty of it now, watching you and thinking how incredibly difficult it was going to be to share a room with you tonight. 

It had been difficult enough saying yes to coming here for the weekend. Sure, she wanted to help you out, but getting to act like a couple only to have to go home and go back to just friends was killing her. 

“Okay, the wedding is through those doors,” you said, stopping at the glass doors that led out to the court yard and turning back to look at her. “I’m kinda nervous.” 

“Hey, there’s nothing to be nervous about, look, I’m right here and honestly this is such a power move I’m so proud of you.” 

“Thanks,” you laughed, squeezing her hand, “I’m really glad you’re here.” 

“Anytime you need a date I’m your girl.” Kiara kissed your cheek again. 

“Okay.” 

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The ceremony was an over the top display of their close-mindedness and you were acutely aware of the people who kept looking back at you and Kiara, whispering to each other. Even your aunt kept throwing glances your way, no doubt pissed that you had managed to both upstage her on her wedding day and flaunt your queerness all in the same breath. 

Kiara kept the act going through the ceremony. She leaned into you while she watched them, whispering about stuff in your ear, and giving you little kisses every time your aunt looked over. At one point she had pushed the hem of your dress up just enough to lay her hand on your bare thigh. Goosebumps broke out over your skin at her touch and you couldn’t help imagining the two of you actually here as a couple. 

“I cannot wait for this to be over,” you whispered, tilting your head back slightly to lean in close to Kiara. Your mouth almost brushed her ear and she bit her lip at the feeling of your breath on her skin and your lips just ghosting over her. It was a crime that she was feeling this turned on in public by a simple whisper. 

Unable to resist, Kiara tilted her head forward just enough to kiss your neck. You sat upright, turning to look at her in surprise. 

“Sorry, couldn’t stop myself.” She shrugged it off and you felt your face warm up at the way she smiled at you. 

“It’s good.” You replied, smiling at her before turning back to the ceremony.  

The soft touches continued but you thought maybe something had changed about them. The way Kiara tucked a loose piece of hair behind your ear or the way you wrapped your arms around her waist, when you both turned to watch them walk down the aisle. You rested your chin on her shoulder and kissed her cheek before you released her, staining her skin the same red as her dress because of your lipstick. 

“Sorry,” you apologized when you caught sight of it, “I smudged you.” 

“It’s okay, I’ll fix it when we go up to the room.” 

Before you could exit your row of seats your grandmother was there, being escorted out by an uncle she stopped right in front of you and Kiara, disapproving look exactly what you were hoping for all along. 

“You should be ashamed of yourself, this is your aunt’s wedding. It’s a family day not a place for you to flaunt yourself like you’re in a club. You look like a slut and so does your friend.” 

“Thank you.” Kiara cut in before you could say anything, grabbing your hand and speed walking both of you out the doors. 

“Oh my god, I am dead when we walk into that reception,” you laughed, following her out to her car to grab her bag. 

You were skipping cocktail hour and the ability for any of your other family members to say anything to you, heading upstairs instead for an hour to lay around and probably take a million selfies. 

Bag in hand, you both slipped into the elevator and hit the button for the second floor before anyone else could join you. You slumped against the wall and Kiara laughed, dropping her overnight to the floor for a brief second. But the second floor was only so far away and the doors opened before you knew it, ejecting you both into the hallway. 

“You really do look beautiful, don’t let your grandma or anyone else tell you otherwise.” Kiara said, stopping you in the hallway before you could walk down to your room. 

“Hey Kie,”

“Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?” You asked. You weren’t sure if she was feeling the same way that you were but you couldn’t deny that you had feelings for her any longer.  

“It’s just us,” Kiara said, testing the waters, “there’s no one to trick.”

“Yeah I know. Can I kiss you as my real date and not just my friend?”  

“Yeah,” Kiara nodded, her hands already grasping your face as she closed the space between the two of you. She figured the red dress had done exactly what she bought it for but you would’ve kissed her regardless and you knew that.  

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[maybankiara]

IT’S LIKE A STORY OF LOVE

pairing: Kiara Carrera x Reader

prompt: “Standing by the window, rain falling, I want to have you full in my embrace and tell you, even when I’m born again and love you, even then, will you be with me?” - 선물 Gift by KREAM (from my song prompt list)

summary: It takes you nearly ten years, but getting Kiara to love you back is worth it.

word count: 2.2k

additional: this is tooth-rotting fluff and nothing else. beware.

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written for @kiarasflowr

You don’t believe in soulmates. You grow up believing in love, though, in two people seeing each other valuable enough to adore and cherish for the rest of their lives. It’s naive, for the most part, and idealistic for the whole part.

  (Life isn’t that simple.)

  You learn that when you’re six, and you’re told that your best friend’s parents are getting a divorce. They’re two people you've looked at as an example of a good life, as what you thought of when you played marriage with your friends.

  Your parents had to explain to you that divorce is ‘when two people fall out of love.’ The idea of love not being permanent is something new and something terrifying, but it doesn’t really matter.

  Your parents are together. They tell you they still love each other, very much, and that means that you can still play pretend, only imagine you’re your parents, instead.

  (At the age of six is also when you meet a girl called Kiara, with curly hair and a nose for trouble. Next time you play pretend, she’s the one you marry. you’re kids – nobody thinks anything of it.)

  You grow out of the age of playing pretend and love stops being something you think about. Most of your days are spent with your friends, out in the woods or at the beach, and you get that fuzzy feeling when you’re around them.

  At ten, you think of love again. You’re older now and you realise that love is more than just when two people kiss – it’s when you laugh as you twirl your friends, or when you make up fake stories to creep each other out, or when Kiara comes over to help you with homework.

  It’s love, what you feel for the people in your life. You love your friends. You love Kiara. You love people because they’re important to you.

  ‘What do you think about love?’ you ask Kiara one day.

  The two of you are at a playground, sitting on a pair of swings and watching the sun set, counting down minutes until you have to part ways.

  ‘I love my parents,’ she tells you, ‘and I love my dog. I don’t know. What about you?’

  Even at ten, you try not to be hurt because she doesn’t say that she loves you, too. Maybe love is different for her.

  (Your heart feels a little sore and you feel heartbreak for the first time, even if you won’t admit it.)

  ‘I don’t know,’ you say, because i love everyone who is important to me and that includes you doesn’t seem like the right thing to say. ‘I love my parents.’

  When you come home, half an hour later, you can’t stop feeling weird. Your mum notices and asks, so you tell her.

  She hugs you, and you know that’s love.

  ‘She didn't mean that you don’t matter to her,’ she tells you. ‘The two of you don’t view love the same way, and that’s normal. You girls are just kids. You shouldn’t be thinking about complicated things such as love.’

  (You don’t think love is complicated. It’s simple -- if they make you feel like life without them without be the same, it’s love.)

  You don’t think of love after that, because your mum is right.

  Time goes by and people in your life change. You’re fourteen when you start high school and you don’t go to the same one as Kiara. You meet boys called JJ and John B and Pope, and they’re your best friends, now. You don’t even see Kiara anymore, except on Instagram and Snapchat.

  The loss of her isn’t as deep of a wound you expected it to be if it ever happened, and a life without her in it is not that different, or worse at all. You like your new friends. you like your school. You like the way things are. But you don’t think about love now that she’s gone, and even though the wound isn’t deep, it doesn’t heal.

  You’ll always love Kiara. She’ll always be a part of who you are. People drift away from one another but it doesn’t make a change in what they meant to you – it’s what your mother tells you once, too.

  For a year, you’re with boys who call themselves the Pogues, and you’re one of them.

  You learn how to kiss, and it’s messy and sloppy and there’s a lot more saliva than you thought there would be. Maybe you don’t know how to kiss, or maybe you don’t like the people you kiss.

  It doesn’t help that you’re fifteen now, and people are starting to talk about love again.

  JJ hits a blunt one day. ‘I don’t think I could ever love anyone apart from you guys.’

  Pope grabs the grass on the ground next to his leg and throws it at the boy. ‘Shut up. You don’t even know what love is.’

  ‘Don’t you love me, too, Pope?’

  ‘Of course I do. You’re my best friend, asshole. I’m just saying you’re going to find other people to love, too.’

  You think about the guys’ words. You agree with them both – they’re your best friends, and of course you love them. Of course that’s what love is, and nothing less.

  (It’s one of the first times in a while you think of Kiara on a swing all those years ago, and you think that maybe she didn’t love you, after all.)

  ‘Love,’ laughs John B, all the way from the hammock. ‘It’s a dumb word.’

  Ironically, or maybe just poetically, it’s John B who falls in love first.

  A girl called Sarah, his boss’s daughter, joins their circle a month into the summer after the freshman year ends. She’s from the rich part of the island, same as Kiara, and she’s got John B whipped around her finger.

  Turns out, she knows Kiara. In fact, she’s best friends with the girl. You wonder if you should tell her that you miss her – you wonder whether you do miss her.

  You’re okay, you think. You’ve got a different group of friends now. Some people might be better left in the past – who’s to say the two of you would even want to be friends? You’ve changed, and she must’ve, too.

  It hasn’t been three weeks into John B introducing Sarah to the group when he tells them, ‘I think I’m in love with her.’

  ‘How do you know?’ asks Pope.

  ‘I just do.’ John B shrugs, hands on the back of his head, a lazy smile on his lips, as if being in love were the easiest thing in the world. ‘I can’t imagine my life without her. She means everything to me.’

  JJ cracks a joke, and he and Pope spend the next twenty minutes giving him shit for letting Sarah turn him soft. You’re chipping in, every now and then, but you think about a girl with curly hair and a nose for trouble. You don’t say this to John B, but you know that there’s always a life after and before finding someone you love.

  (The great part comes in-between.)

  Coincidentally, Sarah’s birthday party is on a Saturday night at the end of July, and it’s big enough that she decides to invite all of the Pogues. You know Kiara is going to be there, so you decide to wing it. If you end up talking, great, but you have no expectations.

  ‘Looking good, Y/N,’ Pope comments. ‘Catching any fish tonight?’

  You think of the last time you caught some, and how it felt to have another person’s tongue in your mouth, so you shake your head no.

  ‘Fuck that.’

  But Pope leaves and he leaves you with your thoughts, which lead you to the girl you might meet again today. For whatever reason, you like that Pope noticed you put a good amount of effort in.

  When you see her for the first time, none of the Pogues are at your side and you’re talking to Sarah, instead, who’s introducing you to her friends. Kiara comes late, sporting a simple t-shirt and denim shorts, hair in a half-up-do.

  Her eyes glaze over you and her lips stretch into a wide smile. Before you know it, she’s screaming your name and pulling you into a hug.

  (She smells exactly the way you remember.)

  ‘I can’t believe you came!’ exclaims Kiara, pulling back. Her smile falters and she seems shy all of a sudden, pulling into herself. ‘Sorry. I know it’s been a while, and I probably shouldn’t have—’

  ‘No,’ you cut her off. ‘I’m really happy to see you, too.’

  The words bring life to her face again. Kiara pulls your hand as she drags you around the place, introducing you to the people she’s been hanging out with for the past year. You introduce her to the Pogues, too, and it’s almost a surprise to see that despite the fact that she’s changed a lot, it seems as if you’ve both changed in the same direction.

  She gets on with the Pogues better than any of you expected her to. She becomes a part of the group without a second thought, as if she’s always been a part of it.

  (Your mum was right. Your feelings for the Kiara you used to know never faded – they’re only merging with the new ones, for the Kiara you’re getting to know.)

  It isn’t long into the rekindled friendship that you begin to think about love again. It creeps on you like a ladybug, and it stays on you like a wish you’d make as a child.

  You glance at Kiara, catch her smiling at whatever Pope’s saying. You get that fuzzy feeling in your stomach again, except it’s different now.

  Now you know that you don’t need her in your life, but a life with her in it is the life you prefer living.

  She catches you looking. Her smile is yours now, and you give her one, too.

  (Love pops up in your mind again.)

  When it’s winter, and everyone is holed up in the Chateau, Kiara leans against you. You pull a blanket over the two of you and feel her feet close to you as her head rests on your shoulder.

  (do we keep finding each other time and time again? If i lost you, would i find you?)

  (yes. You know you would.)

  When you wake up on John B’s pullout couch, Kiara is still curled up into you. You wonder if that’s how all friends sleep.

  You don’t have an answer.

  By the time March comes around and nature begins to grow again, you’re in love with Kiara Carrera. It’s not something that happens, instead it’s something that grows within you, too. You wake up one morning and things make sense, when the night before they didn’t.

  It’s a rainy night. You go to Kiara’s as you were meant to, for a movie night, just the two of you.

  (It’s been happening for a while now. You have the taste in movies the others don’t share – or maybe it’s more than just that.)

  You see Kiara out of the window, curled up on her bed with her knees to her chest, texting with a smile on her face. Your phone chimes – you don’t need to check the sender.

  Her hair is in two braids this time, loose and carefree, just the way Kiara’s been for the past few months. Things are changing for the two of you, slowly, and you wonder if somewhere along the line, you became more than just friends without realising. It’s the little touches, the little cuddles, the secrets and confessions whispered in the dark – it’s all for just the two of you.

  She spots you out of the window and waves, getting to her feet with the brightest smile. You know you’ll get to be close to her on her bed, maybe even hold her, but you want to do it properly.

  You want to hold her without restrictions. Without having to hold back.

  (You want to hold her like you want to love her – for the whole world to see.)

  Later that night, she kisses you for the first time. It’s soft and gentle and full of feeling and caring, and it’s more lips than tongues. It’s daring and bold but it’s kind and curious, and you realise that you love kissing Kiara. It feels like kissing honey.

  You don’t talk about it, not really, but you do think about how right this feels. Your limbs entangled, your lips on each other’s, eager to explore but eager to wait, too.

  It feels as if you’ve got the whole time in the world.

  (More than that. You feel as if you’ve got the time before and the time after, as if you’d find each other and learn to love each other regardless of what happens.)

  Kiara’s lips on yours just make you believe that soulmates might be real, too.

  ★

tagging. @jjtheangel @teenwaywardasgardian @thelocalpogue @jjmaybanky @sacredto @chasefreakinstokes @drewstarkey @thatsme-johnbookerroutledge @outrbank @activist-af @drewstarkeyobx @ilovejjmaybank @jjmaybanksbaby @mahleeyuh @starkeymarkey @nicolewithasoul

[cloveroctobers]

Here you’ll find part ii. To my spring prompts. This will consist of all works written during the spring season of 2023 🦚🍃🪷

FEELS = Dante Torres > Series: Chicago PD + NBC

CHUCKY CHEESE = Barry > Series: OBX + NETFLIX

WORTH IT = Kiara Carrera > Series: OBX + NETFLIX

KEEP UP = Rio (platonic?!) x oc x Mick > Series: Good Girls + NBC

HOLD ME = Tommy Miller > Live Action Series : The Last of Us + HBO

ROSE COLORED LENS = Sarah Cameron > Series: OBX + NETFLIX

WATCH ME WORK = Carmy Berzatto > Series: THE BEAR + FX/HULU

BLACK MASCARA = Ezekiel “EZ” Reyes > Series: MAYANS MC + FX/HULU

BLOODWAR = Joel Miller > Series: The Last of Us (Live Action!) + HBO

SOUTHERN DELICACY = Rio x oc x Arman Morales > Series: Good Girls & The Cleaning Lady + NBC/FOX

DATING LAYLA = REQUESTED_ Layla Keating > Series: All American + The CW

TERMS & CONDITIONS = Angel Reyes x oc x Cane Tejada + FX/STARZ

PART iii.

[gerberbabey]

sad saturdays | kiara carrera

2nd part of cocaine. this goes out to that one anon. 

masterlist | cocaine series : 1 | 3 

summary: Kie spends her Saturday inside. 

warnings: more of that gay shit, im high so the writing is bad (well the writings always bad), angst, cursing, mentions of depression, more of me being collectively obsessed w both Euphoria and Outerbanks

♫ Sad Saturdays by JOBA ♫

Kie wondered if perhaps she should call 911. Her chest was hurting so much that she was so sure it was a heart attack. She’d even stayed up at 3 AM  googling everything she was feeling and what it could possibly mean but she only ended up self-diagnosing herself with cancer. It probably wasn’t cancer.

“Kie...sweetheart?” her mom stood at her doorway. 

Kie hummed from where she was buried under her covers. 

“Baby, do you need anything?” 

“Mmmno...”

Kie waited for her door to shut before she peaked over her shoulder to see if her mom had actually left. Seeing that the woman was gone, Kie sighed and turned over to lay on her back. She tried to think about the last time she felt this terrible. Physically she was probably fine, she’d felt worse before (the pain in her chest really wasn’t the worst of it). Emotionally and mentally? That one was kind of hard to pinpoint. 

Her generation was practically founded on not being the mentally strongest. As fucked up as that sounded, considering how depressing shit was because of the older generation, she thought she was pretty justified in her thinking. She didn’t want to think too hard about it. 

“Fuck....” she mumbled as she felt her lip quiver. 

Kie sucked in her cheeks and tried to blink away the tears gathering at her eyes. 

She’d been in bed for 3 days now. Meaning it’s been 3 days since she kissed you and ran. Kie instructed her mom that if anyone came around she didn’t want to see them. Kie’s mom was reluctant of course, she didn’t want her daughter isolating herself willingly when she knew that being alone was something she’d struggled with before. But she followed her daughter’s wishes. 

Even if that meant turning you away more than once in the past three days. __________________

“Sexuality is a spectrum. It’s not like anyone’s 100% straight or 100% gay.” 

Kie made a face as she laid her head against your shoulder. The two of you had started binge-watching Euphoria as soon as all the episodes had gotten released and it was now 3 am and the two of you were well into the show. 

“There are people who are definitely 100% gay,” Kie argued and you hummed in response, trying to pay attention to both her and the show, “One of my cousins is 100% gay. Women do not and could not ever do it for him.” 

You paused the show as you realized you couldn’t multitask in this situation. 

“I don’t think she even really realizes what she’s saying Kie,” you explained once you noticed how bothered Kie seemed to be by the line. Kie didn’t even really understand it herself but she was heated. Kie wasn’t really one for staying in and watching shows. If anything your entire friend group tended to not stay in and do stuff like that. You and the boys didn’t really have subscriptions to streaming services (sometimes you didn’t even have working cable to watch TV) yet you had seen the trailers for the show and had insisted that the two of you watch it. Kie couldn’t really say no to you. 

“I don’t know, for a show that’s representing so much, that seems really out of place. I don’t know what the writers were thinking.”

“I mean Maddy’s a character who’s just trying to calm her aggressive abusive boyfriend down. I don’t think she herself understands what “Sexuality is a spectrum’ means. I don’t think the writers are putting it off as anything bad.” 

Kie could feel herself calming down as you spoke to her. You had that weird effect on her. 

“Do you get what it means?” the question came out before she could even really think about it and Kie felt her chest tighten up in instant regret.

As open as the Pogues were with one another, it was just different when it came down to deep shit. JJ despised talking about his dad, Pope rarely opened up about his anxiety and the pressure he felt, the topic of Kie’s year at the Kook academy wasn’t even an option, John B denied any negativity on the topic of his father, and you avoided even saying the words “mom” or “dad” when it came to your own parents.

The topic of sexuality wasn’t exactly a common conversation topic. 

Kie wasn’t sure what she was afraid of. Would you connect the question back to her sexuality? Would that connection reveal her feelings for you? Would you scoff at the idea of believing Kie loved you?

She knew that she wasn’t afraid of any type of homophobia. Especially not from you. 

“Yeah I mean remember when Kat was explaining it to her. She said at the end of each spectrum is gay and straight. Maddy probably just understood wrong cus her boyfriend’s an asshole. But yeah like sexuality is a spectrum,” Kie blinked at that, “I mean like I’ve never dated a girl but I’m not on the 100% straight part of the spectrum. If being gay was a choice, I wouldn’t like men at all.”

Kie didn’t really accomplish much that night. You were still opposed to the idea of love. You still didn’t know about her feelings. Nothing had really changed. 

But that night, Kie felt happier than she had in a while. 

________

Kie recalled the episode of Euphoria where Rue had gone through a depressive episode and it led to a kidney infection. Kie was terrified of the idea as a whole and had forced herself to get up and use the bathroom. 

Pushing the bathroom door open she dragged her feet as she made her trek back to her room. It was at the most a few feet but damn did it make her tired. Her head felt heavy on her shoulders and her body ached. She wouldn’t be surprised if she’d somehow caught a fever in the midst of all of this. She’d forced her body through an entirely different routine for the past three days. 

“Jesus Kie.”

Kie jumped at that and nearly screamed at the sight of JJ. 

“Shit! JJ what the hell are you doing here?! You scared the fuck out of me!” 

“Sorry jeez,” JJ put his hands up in defense, “We were worried and your mom wasn’t letting anyone see you so I snuck in through your back door,” JJ’s casual way of speaking left Kie speechless.

“What the fuck JJ....Don’t you have like work? Or something better to do on a Saturday than break into my house?” 

“Well I have today off actually. John B and Pope are both working and (Y/N)’s sick too so I don’t-”

“Wait what?” Kie backtracked for a moment, “(Y/N)’s sick?” 

“Yeah I mean I don’t know-”

“How do you not know JJ!” 

“I just-I don’t know, (Y/N) just said she was sick, why are you yelling at me?!”

Kie pressed her hands to her face in frustration. Even when you weren’t around her you were still somehow affecting her emotionally. 

“JJ I really cannot have you here right now ok, I need you to go,” Kie motioned to her door but JJ wasn’t having it. Kie hadn’t spoken to any of them in the past 3 days and he knew it had something to do with you. You weren’t telling him anything either but he was more observant than you thought. You had fallen off the face of the earth at the exact same time as Kie and the only time you responded to any of his texts was when you were telling him you couldn’t hang out with the Pogues because you needed to check on Kie. 

“No ok I’m not dumb, did something happen between you and (Y/N)? Are you two fighting or something?”

“No JJ-”

“Then what? Did someone break the fucking girl code?”

“NO!”

“Did she hook up with a guy you called dibs on-”

“I KISSED HER!” 

Kie sucked in a breath as she and JJ looked at each other in the eye. The shock was clear on his expression.

“I kissed (Y/N)...because,” Kie’s shoulders shook, “Because I love her. But she-she won’t love me back.”

“What...you don’t know that Kie,” JJ tried to soothe as Kie began to sob, her hands shaking. 

“I do, ok, I do know. (Y/N) has been...hurt so much, and I wish I could help her fucking love again, as cheesy as that sounds, but she has been pretty straightforward about how she feels about crap like that.”

JJ clenched his jaw and fidgeted with his hands. He was completely out of his element in this type of situation. He wasn’t exactly the best example of anything that regarded relationships or even opening up about feelings and here was his best friend venting to him about his other best friend. If he was being completely honest he thought he was going to have this conversation with Pope about Kie, not Kie about you. 

“I love her JJ...” Kie sobbed and JJ licked his lips then his eyes and attention flickered off to the side at the sight of movement. 

Kie turned at that and back into her room and nearly into JJ at the sight of you standing in her doorway. 

You bit at your cheek as you looked at the two of them. 

“Hey Kie....” 

part 3? 

[honeybear-yammy]

Crush | Kiara Carrera

Warnings: cursing, drinking, mentions of lingerie, dirty truth or dare, love confessions

Pairings: Kiara Carrera x Female Reader

Summary: In which Kiara confesses her love for Y/N during a game of truth or dare.

© Honeybear-Yammy, please do not steal, translate, copy, or transfer my work.

You walked down onto the beach. You were suppose to meet your friends there today. JJ, John B, Kiara, Pope, and Sarah were already there. “Yo y/n! You’re finally here.” JJ went over and hugged you. JJ was one of your best friends, you don’t know what you would do without him. “Hey J.” You smiled. You walked over with JJ to the rest of the group. “Hey y/n!” Kiara smiled at you.

“Hi Kie.” You smiled back, her smile gave you butterflies. You’ve liked Kiara for the longest time now. You always have wanted to tell her but always get scared and back out. You’re not sure when to tell her or if you should ever tell her really. You were scared of getting hurt.. what if she didn’t like you back? What if it ruined your friendship? You pushed those negative thoughts out of your head and just decided that tonight you were going to have a fun time with your friends.

The sun was starting to go down since you all decided to hang out at the beach in the evening. JJ and John B got the beer out of John B’s van. John B handed a beer to everyone before him and JJ sat back down. “How about we play truth or dare.” Sarah suggested. “I- guys that’s kinda a kids game.” Pope said. “Not the way we play it.” JJ smirked. “I’m down.” You chuckled. “Same here.” Kiara said. “Alright.. let’s play. JJ truth or date?” Sarah asked.

“Dare obviously.” JJ said. “Okay. I dare you to… whisper someone in the group’s name in a seductive way.” Sarah chuckled. “Alright.. hey John B.” JJ smirked saying his name in a seductive way. Everyone laughed. “Okay.. y/n truth or dare?” JJ asked. “Uhm.. truth..” You said. “Aw come on y/n, why not dare? Live a little.” JJ said. “I- fine JJ.. dare.” You chuckled a little. “Sweet! Okay I dare you to.. share a spicy photo with the group.” JJ smirked. “I- do I have to?” You whined.

“Yeah that’s the whole point of the game.” Sarah chuckled. “ Fineee..” You grabbed your phone. “I- uhm.. I bought erm.. a lingerie set a few days ago so uhm.. I guess I will show that..” You stuttered a little pulling it up on your phone. You showed the photo of you in a pink lacey lingerie set. “Ouu.. that’s cute.” Sarah chuckled. You could see Kiara looking at it.. discreetly biting her lip softly.

“Okay… Kiara truth or dare?” You asked. “Truth.” Kiara said. “Are you attracted to anyone here in anyway, if so who?” You asked with a small smirk. “Uhm.. I am attracted to someone here..” Kiara said quietly and nodded slowly. “And who is it?” John B asked. Kiara messed with her bracelet for a moment figuring out the right words to say.

“It’s y/n.” Kiara said quietly. Sarah smiled and clapped a little. She knew that Kiara had a little crush on you and was happy that she finally spoke her feelings. JJ, John B, and Pope honestly looked a little shocked. “I- really?” You smiled a little. “Yeah..” Kiara chuckled quietly. “It’s ok if you don’t feel the same way thought I would understand.” Kiara said quietly. “I- Kie..” You stood up and walked over to her then gently pulled her onto her feet. “Yeah y/n..?” Kiara said. “I like you too..” You smiled.

“Really?!” Kiara asked smiling, a little excited. “Yes.” You giggled smiling back. Sarah clapped for the two of you. Kiara pulled you over into a kiss. The rest of your friend group clapped and cheered happily for you two. “So.. does this mean you would want to be my girlfriend?” Kiara asked smiling. “Of course Kie..” You smiled. Kiara smiled and the two of you kissed again.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

[babeydollx]

Little Things

Warnings: cursing, smut, tit play, nipple play, nipple piercings

Pairings: Kiara Carrera x Female Pogue Reader

Summary: In which Kiara is finally able to "admire" Y/N's new piercings after they have had time to heal.

Author's Note: this was from my Kinktober list from my other blog.

© Maybanks-Luver 2023, please do not steal, copy, repost, or translate my work.

"Are they healed yet?" Kiara asked with a whine. You had got your nipples pierced a few weeks ago and Kie was just dying to get her hands on your tits so she could see them finally. They of course needed time to heal though so, she had to wait for some time. You laughed and shook your head when you saw how desperate she was for just your tits.

"Come on, please tell me. Are they healed yet?" She asked impatiently. "Okay, alright, fine. I'll tell you." You said with a laugh. "Yes, they are healed now." You said. When you said that you saw Kiara's eyes light up. "Would you like to see them?" You asked with a devilish smirk. "Please?" Kie asked. You smirked and then slowly took your tight cropped tank top off before taking off your bikini top off, revealing your pierced tits to your girlfriend.

The brunette girl stood there in awe. She looked like a kid in a candy store. You smirked when you saw her reaction to your piercings. "Well? Do you like them?" You asked with a smirk. "Like them?" Kiara said with a smile. "Fuck.. I love them." She said. "Mm.. I'm glad you like them." You said with a grin. "Of course I do." Kiara grinned as well before leaning in to kiss your lips softly.

You kissed back lovingly and the two of you made out for a few minutes before Kiara pulled away from your lips. She kissed down your jawline, down your neck, trailing wet kisses down your body until she reached your breasts. She looked up at you with a smile before leaning over to your left breast and gently flicking her tongue over the pierced bud.

You gasped softly and whimpered as she did so. She smirked before switching to your right nipple and doing the same to it before drawing your pierced nipple into her warm mouth. You bit your lip, biting back a moan as Kiara gently sucked on your hardened bud. You put your hands through her long, brown curls as she continued to suck on your right bud. She pulled back before biting her lip, a smile spreading across her gorgeous face.

"Well, we can't let the other one feel left out now can we?" She said with a smirk as she leaned down and drew your left nipple into her mouth. You let your head fall back as she did so. Your fingers tangled in her hair as she continued to suck on your hardened nipple. She finally stopped before trailing kisses up your body and back up to your mouth before kissing you.

"Mm.. I love you." You said with a smile. "I love you too, babe." Kie said with a smile before kissing you lovingly again.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

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Wink Wink

Kiara Carrera x F!reader

A/N: this is short im sorry lol

John b didn't even have to tell the pogues they were at the wreck. Instead, they all jumped eagerly. As the boys went to the table they always sat to in the back, Y/N wondered into the kitchen to seek for kiara.

Spotting that head of brown wavy hair, Y/N walked faster than before. Kiara jumped as a cold hand slithered over the back of her neck.

"Heyyyy" Kiara giggled as she turned her back to the counter. The pair joined together. The 5 pouges now sat at the back of the shop talking about the fish JJ caught, Kiaras bed head this morning and whatever teenagers talk about. Kiara rose out of her seat causing everyone to look at her. "Can I get you guys anything else?" She asked looking at the mess on the wood table. After they all nodded no, Kiara slumped her shoulders and headed towards the kitchen (not before giving Y/N a wink)

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Control | Kiara Carrera

Welpt, here’s some kie smut/fluff based on this req! All i gotta say is I’m sorry for criticizing southern Christians (lmfao half of my family).

Warnings: unsupportive family, SMUT, drug use (mary-jane), oral (f giving/f receiving), dominant reader, fingering, slight dirty talk, squirting, praise kink, idk a couple other kinks i think, cussing, spelling and grammar errors, and some corny gay shit bc yk i love dat shit

Word Count: 3.6k

Fem!Reader x Kiara Carrera

The room was a mess, pillows were thrown on the floor, there was a pile of clothes stacking up from the both of you trying on different eighties inspired outfits, the remnants of a-horribly built-fort, a cloud of smoke in the air, and in the middle of it all was you and your best friend. Kiara Carrera. 

The two of you have been friends since the fourth grade, you two went through everything together, first fights, first periods, first kisses, except yours was a little different than hers. You’d told your mom the day it happened, you were so excited to have finally kissed your crush, you made the move and it worked for you. 

You were thirteen at the time. You ran through the front door of your house, looking around for your mother, finding her in the kitchen. The smile that spread across your face surprised her, you were overly excited about it and you knew you could tell her anything and you wanted to share the moment with her.

“Mom! Guess what! I took your advice” she smiled at you, drying off a pot she’d finished washing and raised a brow “that's great honey, the boy advice?” she sounded hopeful but your smile slightly dropped when she said the word ‘boy’. 

“Uh yeah! So I made the move! And I kissed her!” you bit your lip still smiling and stared at her. When she dropped the towel in her hands onto the counter your smile dropped, you furrowed your brows and started picking at your nails. She sighed, hands leaning on the counter and she looked at you-she looked disappointed-and it hurt.

“Honey, I think it’s best you not tell me anything else about the people you choose to involve yourself with. It goes against God. I can’t love you if you’re like that. So don’t tell me anything else” She held eye contact with you the entire time, her tone was flat and dismissive. Your lower lip trembled and the tears kept flowing down your face. 

You immediately ran upstairs and called Kie, telling her what your mother had said, telling her how much it hurt, how she said she wouldn’t love you if you were out and open. Your mother had always been a more conservative woman, being raised in the south she was very hell-bent on God’s will and the hypocrisy that most southern Christians held.

But you didn’t care, you were proud of who you were. So the two of you have always had a rocky relationship, but you had one of the best support systems: Kiara Carrera and The Pogues. People that accepted and loved you for being yourself. 

The two of you were somewhat high-not high enough to make any rash decisions-but high enough to feel relaxed and mellowed out. You looked up at the ceiling of your room and burst into a fit of giggles, she grabbed your arm and you looked at her, still laughing.

“Yessum?” “what’s funny” “Remember that time JJ tried to mack on that really hot redhead touron? But she was a total lesbian? And I definitely took her home with me?” the two of you burst out into laughter, remembering the look on JJ’s face when you grabbed the girls hand and she gladly followed you. You noticed Kie staring at you but you just smiled at her then looked back up at the ceiling. 

She thought you were the prettiest person on the planet-hell the Gods probably crafted you themselves. She would always stare at you, but she knew you brushed it off, she had tried her entire life to push the fact that she was ‘strictly dickly’-going as far as to say that on more than one occasion when people would ask if she was your girlfriend, or your date to an event. Having no idea how her parents would take the idea, but she knew for a fact that she had a thing for you.

She remembered all of the times you called her crying because of what your parents said to you. She remembered holding you and telling you it was going to be okay and that she’d always be there for you. Kissing the top of your head and letting you sob in her arms. Hell she remembered all of the times she was jealous of your hookups or your exes, hearing you talk about all of the dates you’d taken them on, and how you were planning on making things official-usually you never did though.

She’d been in love with you since the two of you were in the sixth grade, when she asked her mom what it felt like to love someone, after that she realized she was in love with you and over the years her feelings never changed, she just chose to ignore them. Sure she’d been with guys-hell she liked guys, but she knew she liked girls too-she was just afraid to talk about it. 

But then there was you, the one that was open and honest about liking girls, the one that embraced everything about herself and she loved it about you. You were hot headed sometimes, then you were caring and compassionate, you were emotional and wore your heart on your sleeve but you weren't afraid of a fight-physically or verbally. There was so much about you that she loved. 

“Okay babydoll why are you staring and zoning out again? What's wrong” you rolled over, laying on your side, and looked at her. You had to admit you had a thing for your best friend, but with her awkward strictly dickly comments over the years you knew she wasn’t one to dip her toe into the pond. She was beautiful, and she had a killer personality, anyone would be lucky to end up with Kie. Sometimes you’d wished you were that person, but you were realistic, and you needed her as a friend-you’d been through everything together.

“It’s nothing y/n” you furrowed your brows and scoffed at her “Stop lying to me, obviously something is on your mind” she sighed, and looked at you. You swore for a second she was looking at your lips, but you weren’t entirely positive. So you waited.

“When you came out, were you scared?” you nodded your head at her “I was scared, but I knew I had people who were gonna care about me anyways, and honestly I’m still not one hundred percent out, can’t really handle the whole family rejection thing, why?” she bit her bottom lip, she looked confused, you tried holding eye contact with her, but this time, she held her gaze on your lips.

Usually that was your signal, to make the move, but you were hesitating, what if it’s not what she wanted? What if she’s not into you like you’re into her. The what ifs always clouded your head when you had genuine feelings for someone, but in this moment, you knew it was now or never. 

So you felt yourself leaning closer to her-then above her-and closed the gap, connecting your lips. At first she didn’t kiss you back, then it felt like she melted into it. The kiss was anything but short and sweet, it was full of frustration and passion, her hand found the side of your face, and you placed one of yours on her waist, deepening the kiss. You asked for entrance and she granted it, you fought for dominance in the kiss and eventually won, your teeth clashing a few times, and light moans leaving both of your mouths. 

When you pulled away you made sure to bite her lower lip, raising a brow. “Testing the waters huh Carrera?” she bit her lip, slightly out of breath, her eyes were tracing your face and she was a little red. “Yea, something like that”

When you sat up slightly she was caught off guard, watching you put your hair in a bun, you smirked at her then leaned back down, kissing down her neck this time. Taking your time, licking her skin and nipping at it. You made sure to leave marks and put more effort into the spots that brought moans out of her.

This was something you were kind of used to, the straight girls wanting to dip their toes in the water, figuring out what they liked and didn’t like. Except something about the way that she gripped your shoulder and the back of your neck felt different, she sounded needy but she felt different. Maybe it’s because of the emotions attached to this for you-but something about them-felt reciprocated. You brushed off the thoughts and continued leaving marks on her skin.

You unbuttoned her shirt, reaching around to unclasp the straps to the grey bra she wore. She sat up slightly taking everything off, then tugged on your shirt, so you quickly discarded it, throwing it across the room somewhere. Going back to kissing her skin, one hand on her left breast, lightly massaging it, bringing out another moan from her. Your mouth working it’s way to her other breast, leaving marks on it, then focusing on her nipple, lightly licking it and bringing it into your mouth. You felt her back arch and listened to the light moans leaving her mouth making you smirk. 

Her hands were pushing you down so you looked up at her. “Baby tell me what you want” your hands were already unbuttoning her shorts, and one of them traced small patterns at the waistband of her panties.

She was frustrated, and she wanted-no-need you. “Anything please y/n” you gave her a slight laugh, leaning above her again, one of your hands held your weight, while the other was slowly slipping into her panties. “I need specifics sweetheart” 

“I need you to touch me, your fingers, your mouth-anything, and shit I need to touch you” you raised your brows at the last part, it caught her off guard-most of the straight girls you’d been with didn’t want to reciprocate-that’s when you realized, she wasn’t straight, but she was scared of admitting it. 

“I’ll take my time with you, and I’ll show you the ropes” with that your hand was in her panties, your middle finger immediately found her bundle of nerves, making her moan, her back arching off the floor, her eyes slowly closing while you rubbed circles into her clit. “You’re soaked baby” you leaned down, kissing her neck again, moving your finger to tease her entrance.

“Please” with that you slipped two fingers into her, slightly catching her off guard, making her moan your name. Then you placed your thumb on her clit, rubbing slight circles while you angled your fingers upward, making sure to hit that one specific spot every time. You could feel her clenching around you, and you kissed her-she was hardly kissing you back-you were swallowing her moans, working her through her release. 

When you took your fingers out of her shorts she looked at you, watching you put them in your mouth, sucking off her juices and moaning. “You taste amazing” with that you pulled her shorts and panties off, positioning yourself between her legs, wrapping an arm around her thigh and licked a line up her cunt. “Don’t tease me please, fuck please don’t, y/n” you laughed at her begging you, you had to admit it turned you on, and it was probably on your-long-list of kinks.

You found yourself sucking on her clit, then flicking it up and down with your tongue, watching her squirm. You lightly ground your teeth around it, which got one of the most explicit moans you’ve ever heard out of her. You dropped her leg and grabbed her neck with your hand, giving it a firm grasp, then slipped two fingers into her again. “You’re so wet, come on baby, you wanna cum huh?” 

One of her hands gripped your forearm, the other found its way to your hair, pushing your bun back and grasping your hair at the roots, making you moan into her. “Please y/n-shit-oh fuck-yes-yes I wanna cum-yes” her grip got tighter and you felt the familiar clench around your fingers, so you went back to focusing on her clit, pushing her to her orgasm, and pushing her after, lapping everything up, pushing her into another orgasm, then trying to do it over and over again until she pushed you back.

“You need a break?” she laughed at the concern in your voice “nah I wanna be in charge” with that she sat up and pushed you back, making the both of you giggle while she worked at your shorts, not wasting a second to get them off. 

“Here’s a tip baby, start slow, then pick up the pace, it’s different than being with a guy, guys are easy-and here, you’ll need this” you handed her a hair tie and watched her tie her hair up, straddling you making the both of you laugh. “Is this really necessary” “Hate to break it to you baby, but this isn’t like the pornos you’ve watched and hair as long as yours gets in the way when you’re the top” She blushed and furrowed her brows looking at you.

“On top?” you laughed “no, the top. I don’t know if the straights refer to is as that, but you’re the top when you’re kinda like the dominant one-giving instead of receiving, personally I’m a switch, so I bottom sometimes-only on special occasions-I can give you the whole gay dictionary on a different day, right now we have other things to focus on” she smiled at you, biting her lip and rolling her eyes. 

“So is this a special occasion then?” you shrugged and winked “I dunno is it” with that she leaned down, kissing you, this time the kiss was slower and softer, she was gentle and she wasn’t rushing things. She tasted like mint and it made you smile into the kiss. Then you felt her hands wandering, going towards your breasts but hesitating, so you grabbed her hand and guided them. 

When she started kissing your neck and leaving marks you moaned “Kie, I like teeth” she smirked and you felt her start to nibble at her neck, then she bit into your shoulder and it brought a louder moan out of you-you were thankful your parents were gone for the week. 

She ended up at your breasts, paying extra attention to your nipples, making you grip her shoulders. “Yeah baby, just like that, fuck you’re so good at that” you knew she’d leave marks, usually you wouldn’t let the girls you slept with leave marks on your body-they symbolized that you were someone’s-and as hypocritical as it was to leave marks on other girls and not want them on yourself-it’s how you were. You’d always been guarded, sex was just sex, nothing more. But with Kie, your walls were falling down.

She went lower and lower, leaving kisses down your abdomen, listening to your heavy breathing, then you felt a finger on your clit, making you moan. “A little more pressure-fuck-just like that baby, fuck Kiara” she smirked looking up at you, hearing you moan her name gave her butterflies, watching your back arch, hearing your moans, watching your head roll back-all because of her. 

When you felt her fingers shift and her insert a finger into you-then another, you shifted your hips “fuck-curl your fingers up a little more-shit-yea right there-oh god” she was concentrated, biting her lip, she was determined to make you cum. Your breath picked up and you looked up at her with hooded eyes, biting your lip. You were so close, and she was starting to figure it out when she felt you clench around her. 

“Please-don’t stop baby-fuck it feels so good, shit I need more” she blushed, biting her lip and inserting a third finger, keeping the pace up and pushing you over the edge. You gripped her forearm and the rug under you “Kiara-baby oh god” she made you squirt and was a blushing mess.

When you felt her fingers move you sat up, leaning on your elbows, and looked at her, she looked nervous about going down on you, so you laughed at her. “What?” you smiled “I can tell you’re nervous about eating my pussy-” “that’s so vulgar!” “-and you making me squirt wasn’t vulgar?” 

The two of you started laughing at each other, then you shoved her back a little bit. “Don’t worry champ, you don’t need to do that today, and dont blush” she scoffed “you just don’t want me to be in charge” you scoffed at her bold statement “y’know for your first time with a girl you sure are talking a lot of shit, I don’t have an issue with power here baby, you know why?” you were smirking at her now, moving so you were sitting up, leaning closer to her. “Why?”

You grabbed her neck and brought her closer to you, choking her again, hearing the moan leave her mouth. You whispered into her ear “because I know how to take control” you bit the bottom of her earlobe slightly then moved back, moving your arm, standing up and pulling her with you. You pulled her into your bed and turned to look at her.

“So what was all of that about? You into girls now?” she blushed looking at you, then looking up at the ceiling. You weren’t into pillow talk-but she was your best friend and you knew something was wrong. Plus you had feelings for her, but you promised yourself to repress them a long time ago. 

“I’ve been into girls-well a specific girl for a while-” you nodded and cut her off, part of you was jealous of whoever this girl was, but you knew you’d rather have her as your best friend-and a friend with benefits-instead of spilling your heart out to her “-so you wanted some practice beforehand? I can show you a lot more” your hand started wandering back between her legs, your fingers found her clit and you started rubbing circles into it. 

“Fuck-no-that’s not what I wanted-shit” she was moaning and you smirked “oh then what was it that you wanted? To see if everything they say about me is true?” you started to speed your fingers up, knowing she was already sensitive, but you liked watching her squirm and moan, her legs starting to shake. You had a bit of a reputation amongst the girls in the obx, you’d been with kooks and pogues, you liked having sex, and lucky for you-a lot of girls liked to test the waters, you’d turned a few out-but it wasn’t something you were proud of. You didn’t like to go after straight girls, it kind of just happened that way sometimes.

“No-shit that’s not it either-oh my god” she bit her lip, and you brought your mouth to her nipple, licking it and grazing your teeth against it again, your fingers felt her wetness and you smirked. The room was full of her breathy moans and the sound of her wetness against your fingers. “C’mon baby, I want you to cum, can you do that for me?” her back arched off of your bed 

You stopped licking her nipple to move your head towards her ear, biting the lobe again and whispering “You like it when I play with your pussy hmm?” the moan she let out made you blush slightly “answer me baby” she nodded her head so your fingers moved even faster, applying more pressure to her overstimulated clit. “Yes-fuck yes-oh my god I’m gonna-fuck” you were bringing her to the edge, feeling her go past it. 

“Fuck-I love you” her words caught you of guard, your motions slowed down and you stopped, sitting up to look at her with wide eyes. Your immediate thoughts were that this was a joke, maybe it was the pleasure, or the weed-no it couldn't have been the weed-the two of you weren't that high. Your heart was racing and you were just staring at her, biting your lip.

“I guess the cats out of the bag, huh” your eyes widened and you were speechless, waiting for her to keep talking. “I’ve uhm-I’ve had a thing for you for a long time-but I just-I guess I was scared? I didn’t know what people would think, and I dunno, I’ve always kind of cared about what some people think.” you sighed and nodded your head “And then after hearing about what happened with your mom-and even now-it scares me because I wanna be who I wanna be, but I don’t want them to look at me like I’m different” you laid beside her, pulling her into your chest. 

“It’s okay to be scared-and for the record, your feelings are reciprocated-i love you too, I’ve loved you for a long time Kie, but I know what you mean, and if you don’t wanna come out, i’m not mad at you baby. It’s hard, and it takes a lot of guts.” she sighed, tracing shapes into your arm. The two of you laid in a comfortable silence, you kissed her neck lightly-lovingly. 

“And for the record, the way that girls describe you? Yeah you go above and beyond” you laughed at her and rolled your eyes “well if you want, we could be-y’know-exclusive” 

“Like a couple-but I don’t want you to be with me if people don’t know about me” she rolled over looking at you, and you placed a hand on the side of her face. “Like i said, I’m not mad that you aren’t out, and i don’t give a shit about people knowing or not, If i say i'm off the market, I’m off the market. They don’t need to know who.” she smiled at you, and you gave her a soft kiss.

“So are you like-my girlfriend?”

“Baby I’m your wife”