#jiara prompts

[jiaraforeverr]

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Jiara Fluff Alphabet Headcanons

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(Disclaimer: most of these I came up with on my own, but I did get inspiration from other blogs that I saw doing similar lists in different fandoms!)

Affection (How do they show affection?)

Babies (Do they want kids? If yes, when do they start having babies?)

Cuddles (Do they cuddle? How do they cuddle?)

Dancing (Do they like to dance?)

Endure (What is something the other does that they hate and have to endure?)

First time (How/where did their first time happen? What was it like?)

Gifts (Do they like to give each other gifts? What types of gifts do they give to one another?)

Heatwave (How do they stay cool during heat waves?)

Injuries (How do they react when the other gets injured?)

Jealousy (Do they get jealous often? How do they show jealousy?)

Kisses (What are the ways they kiss? What’s they’re favorite type of kisses?)

Love language (What are each of their love languages?)

Mornings (What do mornings with the two of them look like?)

Nicknames (What are they’re favorite nicknames for each other?

Openness (How open are they with one another?)

Pogues (How do the Pogues react to them? How do they act around the Pogues?)

Quirk (What is a quirk that they love about one another?)

Romance (How romantic are they? What are some romantic things they do together?)

Special (What do they do to make each other feel special? What is something special between just the two of them?)

Tattoos (Do they get tattoos together? Are they matching?)

Upset (How do they react when the other is upset?)

Vacation (Where do they go on vacation? What is their favorite vacation activity?)

Wedding (Do they get married? If so, what does their wedding look like?)

X-Ray (How well are they able to read one another?)

Yearn (What do they do when they miss each other?)

Zzz (How do they sleep? What are their sleep habits?)

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[kiekiecarrera]

#jiaraweek2023

day 5: your shipping story → losing my mind in 14 episodes

#obx #obxedit #outerbanksedit #obxhub #outer banks #jiara #jiaraedit #usermagda #userlinnea #jackpearcsn #tuserbea #userrobin #userbbelcher #usergif #dailynetflix #userserin #reina makes stuff #obx* #jiaraweek2023 #not even sure this is what this prompt means but we move

[missmouse43]

Here's a little Jiara drabble I came up with after playing around with a random word prompt generator. Enjoy!

Word prompt: Obedient

❗️Smut ahead❗️

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“Ah, ah, ah. No touching.”

The scolding comes with an impish grin and a light swat at the hand JJ had instinctively reached out to tangle into a mass of dark curls. Not to pull, never to force, but to hold back out of consideration—wayward strands getting in the way tucked affectionately behind an ear.

JJ’s hand flexes, checking himself, then curls into a tight fist and joins the other pressed firmly against the outer part of his thigh. A low whine vibrates from his throat, involuntary and strained. Not a protest, no. He accepted the terms of their agreement, thrilled by the shift in dynamics.

He was disciplined. Obedient. Just the way Kiara liked him.

Kneeling between his legs on the hardwood floor, the girl nods approvingly, honey-streaked mane falling loose over her shoulders as she descends on him again. Soft pink lips, plush and spit-slick vacuum sealed around his cock. Seductive mocha eyes holding his gaze steadfast and hungry, commanding his full attention.

Up, down, up, down, up, down.

JJ couldn’t look away.

She pulls off of him once again with a slow, indulgent drag, her tongue flat and wide against the popped vein throbbing on the underside, taking her time to tease the slit with several kitten licks just to watch her boyfriend’s eyelids flutter and his head tip back into the cushions. A strangled groan of satisfaction pulled from parted lips.

She wraps her hand around him as she speaks, long, delicate fingers pumping silky skin, just as capable as curling into a fist to throw a pretty decent right hook as they were at turning JJ into a bumbling pile of mush right there on the old pull-out couch.

“Are you going to keep being a good boy for me?”

“Jesus, Kie. You’re driving me crazy.”

“Good,” Kiara giggled, pearly white teeth flashing up at him in amusement. Her smile dazzling, dizzying. And then she’s swallowing him whole and JJ’s seeing stars for an entirely different reason.

#I'm really trying to get better at writing short drabbles like this so I might be open to accepting prompts at some point in the future? 😬 #I guess we'll see lol #my fic #jiara #jiara drabble #jiara smut #jj maybank smut #kiara carrera smut #pushing that top!kie agenda #jj maybank x kiara carrera #obx fic #obx smut

[princessmaybank]

IS THERE ANY POSSIBLE WAY YOU COULD MAKE ME A JIARA ONE??? 🌷 I KNOW YOU SAID YOU DON'T LIKE THEM AS A COUPLE AND YOU DON'T HAVE TO I WAS JUST WONDERING??? ILYSSSSSM CONGRATS ON 1K!

Only because you asked so nicely! 🤣 Of course, I'll make whatever you guys want this is a celebration!!! This is for you guys! Thank you so much! I hope you like it!

#outer banks #jj maybank #rudy pankow smut #rudy pankow x reader #obx x reader #obx fic #outer banks smut #jj maybank smut #jj maybank imagine #smut prompts #send anons #send asks #jiara #jiara fanfic #jiara obx #kiara carrera #kie obx

[misssophiachase]

hii, how are u? I love your jiara fanfics, i was think if you can maybe write a jiara story based in "Friends” by Chase Atlantic

Hello!!! Thank you so much, nonnie. You are too kind : ) Great song choice and as an Australian (like the band) I approve. As usual, it got longer than expected but hope you like what I did with the song. It's on AO3 HERE

Tell Me We Weren’t Just Friends

Kiara Carrera is Prima Ballerina for the New York City Ballet and JJ Maybank is the World Middleweight Boxing Champion. From the outside, they seem to have nothing in common but they share a past not many know about.

“And what the hell were we? Tell me weren’t just friends.”

Lincoln Centre, New York City 

Applause is nothing new to her, so much so that it barely registers. There’s a sea of people upstanding and flowers falling on the stage in a myriad of colours and blooms as she takes her final bow. The curtain closes and the cast scatters, their excited chatter intermingling with that of the audience.

As soon as she’s backstage and the performance is all but forgotten, Kiara is on autopilot thanking her many well-wishers,  autographing programs, and posing for their photos. This isn’t her first opening night and it won’t be her last so she knows exactly how to act given what’s expected of New York Ballet’s star Principal Dancer. 

“OMG, Kie! There’s the hottest guy in your dressing room.” She squeals, her large framed glasses almost falling off her face from the excitement. 

She hands her bouquet of long-stemmed, red roses to her overly enthusiastic assistant Louise, or Wheezie to her friends, hoping to distract her from sharing any more details in public.   

Now this she isn’t expecting nor is the crowd of people who’ve just overheard her exuberant assistant talking about a strange man in her dressing room. She politely grasps her arm and pulls her away. The last thing Kiara needs is for Page Six to report that she has a mystery man. 

“Wheezie,” she hisses, trying to keep her voice down. “Maybe try to be more discreet next time. Also, since when are we letting no named men into my dressing room without vetting them or their intentions first?”

“He’s hot, sorry I think I was flustered or distracted or both.”

“So you’ve said,” she reiterates, catching a flash of blonde hair out of the corner of her eye. Of course, it’s him muscling his way backstage and jumping the queue.  

“But I don’t think I know anyone hot,” she says, loud enough for the guy in question to hear as she rounds the corner. Serves him right for gatecrashing her opening night. 

“Ouch,” he whistles, leaning lazily against her dressing room doorway. “That hurt, Kiki.”

“It didn’t, you big baby,” she grins, pulling him in for an impromptu hug.  Given he makes his living from boxing she doesn’t buy that for a minute. “And what have I told you about calling me that?”

She pulls away from him, reluctantly. Once she feels him for the first time in a while it’s always hard to let go. 

He feels good. Too good. 

It feels right. Too right. 

“You called me ugly so it serves you right.” 

Kiara feels like they’ve picked up right where they left off in London fifteen months earlier, or was it six months ago in Prague? Whenever it was, nothing ever seems to change between them. 

“Do you want me to call security?” Wheezie asks, her brown eyes bouncing back and forth as they argue like she’s watching a tennis match. 

“Not yet,” Kiara teases. “Can you check my car is booked for the morning, cancel my 11am appointment and confirm lunch with Jake at Pastis at 1pm. Thanks, Wheezie.” 

She shuts the door behind her leaving them alone. From past experience that’s not entirely safe given their tendency to lose all sense of decorum and control. 

“I got you these.” He produces a bunch of flowers from behind his back. “Had I known about the floral tribute in your dressing room I might not have bothered.” He gestures to the exorbitant amount of blooms on her dressing table and surrounds. 

It’s not unusual to have that many flowers for opening night but Kiara barely gives them a second glance, her attention soley focused on the ones in his outstretched arms. 

“My favourite,” she murmurs, taking the pink peonies in his grasp and grazing his calloused fingers in the process. She shivers, remembering just how soothing they are.

He’s changed since they saw each other last. The customary dark jeans and leather jacket coupled with his brooding demeanour are the same. His blue eyes are intense, his messy, blonde locks slightly subdued tonight but still curling over his ears teasingly.

It’s his expression that’s different, mature and hardened, the scars she used to trace with her fingers more pronounced with time.

“By the way, who is this Jake and do I need to kill him?” He asks, making himself comfortable on her dressing room couch.

Of course he doesn’t let that go unnoticed. They’ve definitely picked up right where they left things. 

“It’s just lunch, calm down, Rocky,” she jokes, knowing how much he hates her calling him that. “So, you come to my neighbourhood and I don’t even get a call?” 

“You can talk. Anyway, I thought it would be more fun if I surprised you like one of those secret reviewers sitting in the audience all the while critiquing your performance.”

“So, what did you think?” She asks, holding her breath and not even realising she’s doing it. When it comes to what people think there’s only one person that matters. She busies herself on purpose, stepping behind the dressing screen to change out of her costume. 

“I give Giselle a very solid nine point nine nine out of ten,” he offers, thoughtfully. “Points off because there was no dancing mouse.”

“Who needs the New York Times review tomorrow morning when I have that?” She laughs. “You know, I can’t dance the Nutcracker all year round.”

“If I had my way it’d be Christmas all year round then.”

“Oh okay, who are you and what have you done with the real JJ Maybank? You know, blonde and broody.” 

“It must be seeing you again, Kie.” 

She can’t miss the wistfulness in his tone almost like he’s thinking back to another time. Another place. Another them. 

“Liar,” she shoots back from across the screen, attempting to break the tension. “But I’m impressed how well your ballet knowledge is coming along. What would your boxing friends think?”

She can’t see him but the ensuing silence is overwhelming.  It’s a reminder of the past neither can seem to escape.  

Kiara grabs the floral robe from the nearby hanger, wrapping it around her naked body. She pulls her hair free from the tight bun, her chestnut waves falling loose around her shoulders. 

As she steps out from the screen he’s watching her intently. Gone is the pretence, the need for small talk.

They hold a conversation with their eyes - your place or mine?

Given the hunger in his, the way she licks her lips, his need to devour her, and her need to let him means it doesn’t matter.

As long as it’s soon.

She’s pinned beneath him, naked and ready, their clothes scattered around the room long forgotten. Foreplay is only an easy warm-up for two such elite athletes, it isn’t unusual for them to play through the night until dawn.

Until every last shred of pleasure is exhausted until every last ragged breath is taken.

This is how things always are between them.

No talking, no feeling.

Just being.

It’s only as the sun is rising in brilliant streaks of pink and orange through the crack in the blinds as they lay in bed, limbs intertwined while wrapped in the crisp, white, hotel sheets she hears it.

It’s hushed and low, a growl that reverberates in her ear as he runs his fingers through her hair.

“Tell me we weren’t just friends.”

Kildare Boxing Gym, The Outer Banks (7 years ago)

“You’ve got absolutely no shot with her,” John B laughed, landing a punch on his chest. 

They were sparring in the boxing ring and as usual he was talking absolute shit. Being the far superior boxer, JJ knew he was just trying to get to him so he could score at least one win. JJ unleashed a surprise uppercut and sent John B stumbling into the corner of the ring. 

“What was that you were saying, Bree?” 

“Maybe you can kick my ass but there is no way Kiara Carrera would ever look twice at someone like you. She’s more ballet recitals and country clubs and you’re…well you.”

JJ knew full well he wasn’t her type, hell he probably wasn’t anyone’s type. He lived in a run down excuse for a house, ditched school, and spent more time boxing at this old gym than anything else. At first, it was just to get away from his dad after one of his abusive, drunken spells but it soon became not only a way to distract himself but to learn how to fight back. 

The local ballet school was only a few doors up from the gym on Main Street and that’s where he’d seen her for the very first time. Beautiful, poised and determined, as he’d find out later when she turned him down for a date or three. She was always surrounded by her ballet friends and given the way they looked at him, JJ knew what they thought. He wasn’t and never would be good enough for their friend.  

“I know you’re upset I beat you again but no need to be bitter,” he joked, giving him one last push before taking off his gloves. “And please take a shower for all our sakes.”

He could still hear John B’s wheezing laughter as he left the gym, his bag slung over his shoulder. He knew his dad would be passed out this time of the morning so he could take a shower then decide whether he was going to school today or not. 

There was an old foot bridge on the way to his house. JJ used it because it was a quick shortcut and usually empty because it was barely used. Until today. 

Kiara was sitting on the bridge, her long legs hanging over. She wore a pair of ripped cutoffs and a simple white t-shirt with her long hair piled onto her head in a messy bun.  She was holding onto what looked like long pink ribbons from her ballet shoes and dangling them over the water precariously. 

“Don’t do it,” he joked. “They’ve got too much to live for.”

She looked over, clearly not expecting to find him of all people there. JJ could tell she’d been crying from the redness around her eyes, although to him she still looked beautiful. He was half expecting her to run away given the number of times she’d turned him down for a date but she just turned back and fixed her gaze on her pointe shoes.

“I don’t really care if they drown right about now,” she murmured. 

“Then what would you use to dance?” He asked, sitting next to her. 

“I’ve decided I don’t really have what it takes to dance.”

“You’ve decided?”

“Well, my dance teacher yelled at me in front of the class for having poor posture and lack of core strength. And it’s not the first time either, it’s becoming the norm lately. Then of course I had to go and fall on my butt after attempting a Fouetté today just to prove her right. My mother is going to have a field day with this, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“I hate it when I fall after doing a froufrou,” he said, hoping to cheer her up. JJ didn’t like seeing her sad.  Then she laughed and it sounded so melodic and carefree. Nothing like the uptight front he’d witnessed before.  JJ didn’t realise how much he needed to hear that. 

“But I do know a bit about core strength.”

“Oh really?” 

“If you don’t have core strength you can’t do a lot of things well, including box,” he explained.  “Seems like boxing and ballet might have something in common after all. Maybe I could help you with some strength training drills.” 

“If that’s a line...”

“I think after being rejected three times already I’ve learned my lesson.”

“It’s not you,” she murmured. “Although, you chose a bad time to ask me out. My friends can be...”

“Scary,” he interrupted. He wanted to say snobs but thought better of it. 

“And rude,” she agreed. “And my mother doesn’t let me date because I have to focus on my ballet and my father doesn’t let me date because he doesn’t like teenage boys or their untoward intentions much. So, you see my dilemma.” 

“Sounds hectic.”

“You have no idea.” 

“But if I’m helping with your ballet it has to be a good thing,” he offered. “And, of course, no one needs to know. It could be our little secret.” 

JJ didn’t want that, not one bit. But if being near Kiara Carrera meant secrecy he’d take what he could get. 

“Well, if you’re going to help me out,” she began. “Maybe I can teach you something too?”

“I don’t think wearing a tutu is going to help my performance in the ring much,” he joked. 

“Joke all you like but did you know that Mohammed Ali and Sugar Ray Robinson reportedly took dancing classes?”

“Now you’re just messing with me, Carrera.”

“Ballet can help with flexibility, being lighter on your feet and it has proven to improve footwork.”

“Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee,” he said, quoting Mohammed Ali. “Now, it’s all starting to make sense.”

“We’ll make a butterfly of you yet, Maybank.” 

“So, let me get this straight, you’re going to teach me to dance?” JJ was so glad John B wasn’t around to hear this particular conversation. 

“Not exactly but if we’re going to do this then it’s all or nothing.” 

JJ wasn’t stupid, of course he was going to do, I mean anything to be closer to Kiara but he never imagined just how much he’d get out of it. 

They trained together whenever they could get away from their ‘real’ lives. It was a small town so finding somewhere to train had been difficult until JJ stumbled upon an old abandoned warehouse near the highway.

He brought his punching bag, gloves and pads and Kiara turned a wooden beam in the warehouse into a makeshift barre.  They were both driven in their chosen fields and trained hard but found some off-time to talk about their lives and what they wanted them to look like one day.  Her dancing the Nutcracker at Lincoln Centre and him becoming US Boxing Champion. 

Then one day Kiara auditioned and was accepted into the American Ballet Academy in New York. JJ was happy for her, he still remembered just how excited she was when she told him. He’d never forget the hug they shared, long, tight and full of emotion. When they finally separated he didn’t want to let go and something in her eyes told him she felt the same way. 

Was it gratitude, was it love or was it something else? They were friends but were they really just friends? He wanted to ask but it was too late and she was gone. 

Staples Centre, Los Angeles (2 years ago)

Kiara knew this was why she never went to boxing matches. It was bad enough watching a real fight let alone a fake one for entertainment. All she could hear was the thousands of fans, mainly angry men, shouting for their chosen fighter. 

Kiara would only do this for one person and he was standing in the ring. Even with the padding and headgear she could still see that unruly, blonde hair peeking out. But it was his body she couldn’t stop looking at. He was always toned but he’d put on a significant amount of muscle and you couldn’t miss just how good it looked on him.

The crowd was on their feet now, JJ ducking and weaving at first but finding his balance and counter punching. She was both nervous and excited, especially seeing his quick footwork thanks, surely in part, to their training.

He won in twelve gruelling rounds, and although she kept her hands over her face for the majority of the match, she was so happy when they lifted his arm up in victory. JJ Maybank was now the US Boxing Middleweight Champion.  

During the ceremony and presentation of his belt, JJ seemed exhausted but equally elated. She couldn’t help but think back to the days when they’d talk about their futures and now JJ was living his. 

She watched him proudly show his belt to the crowd and then it happened. He saw her. His blue eyes locked onto hers, a surprised grin tugging at the edges of his mouth. It was if no time had passed at all between them. Then the moment was over as he left the ring. It was probably only one second but it felt like much longer. 

15 minutes later

“So, did you summon me here to share some of your prize money?” She asked, walking into the large but empty locker room. 

Kiara had intended to go to his match but that was it. They hadn’t seen each other in five years and she wasn’t even sure what he’d think. All Kiara knew was that she wanted to be there when his future dreams became a reality because he’d helped and been there for her all those years ago in the Outer Banks. 

Also, she hadn’t stopped thinking about him so there was that too. 

As she went to leave her seat a tall, burly looking security guard stopped her and said that Mr Maybank had requested her presence. He looked too imposing to say no and, at the same time, her curiosity was piqued. 

What she wasn’t expecting was to see him very shirtless, at least his back was to her so Kiara had some time to compose herself. 

“Would you settle for a beer?” He asked, turning around and sending her his cutest crooked smile. Kiara was immediately transported back to another time. 

“I hope the girls you take out know what a cheap date you are, Maybank.”

“I’d have to go out on a date for that to happen,” he teased, his signature left dimple making an unexpected appearance. 

“Oh, so you weren’t dating Madison Bailey?”

“First, you show up to my fight and now you’re checking up on my love life?” He asked, cocking his left eyebrow curiously. 

“Seeing as you had your guard escort me backstage I don’t think you’re complaining,” she replied. 

“Not one little bit,” he agreed. “And to answer your question, she’s cute and we had some fun but I’m too busy with my fight schedule to actually date. How about you and that idiot actor Rudy Pankow?”

“Now, who’s checking up on whom?” 

“I might have seen some photos.”

“I never took you as the kind to read Page Six. To answer your question, it was very brief, you’re not the only one with a busy work schedule.”

“You killed it, the Nutcracker I mean,” he offered. 

“You saw me?” 

She inhaled sharply not expecting him to be there for her special moment a year earlier just as she was there for him tonight. 

“I did,” he nodded. “I even left you a little bunch of flowers.”

“You left the peonies?” 

She’d received a dressing room of flowers that opening night but it was the small but beautiful bunch of pink peonies that had caught her eye. They were also the only bouquet with no name on the card. All it said was “You did it.” 

“You did it,” he said, confirming what was in his note. 

“We both did,” she murmured. “I can’t believe I watched that macho display of violence before but I couldn’t not come.”

“Now, that sounds like a familiar experience,” he teased. “Minus the macho displays and more tutus. I did enjoy the toy soldiers though.”

“Of course you did,” she laughed. “So, how about that beer you owe me?”

“Alright, alright, talk about rushing a guy.”

“You might want to change, we can’t have you going outside like that and whipping the girls into a frenzy.”

“Like what?” He asked. “Oh, you mean this?” He touched his chest for added effect. “Am I distracting you, Kiki?” 

“If you mean by calling me that then yes.”

“Are you sure I’m not whipping you into a frenzy too?” 

“You wish,” she lied, hoping it sounded like she meant it. 

JJ moved closer and it was no coincidence that she suddenly couldn’t think about what she was going to say, let alone how she was actually going to communicate it. 

He smelled like a mixture of soap and aftershave and there was something else Kiara couldn’t quite pick but it was like being back home in the warehouse where they’d practice for hours. It was every word they’d spoken, every laugh they’d shared and every feeling between them yet to be declared. 

Kiara could feel his gaze on her, almost like he was reading her mind. Could he feel it too?  She looked up scared for what might happen but also excited. 

“I’ve missed you, Kie.” His voice breaks slightly, his gaze unflinching. “More than you know.”

“I’ve missed you too, J.” 

“Maybe that beer can wait?” He murmured. His question was so hushed that she could barely hear him but she did. 

“I think you’re right.” 

MGM Grand, The Strip, Las Vegas NV (11 months later)

He’s sore. Who is JJ kidding? He’s in excruciating pain.

The ice bath had done nothing to soothe the aches in his muscles. He hobbles towards the lounge area of the suite, the white towel tied low on his hips, the bowl of ice chips firmly in his grasp.

As he settles on the couch, JJ groans. He’s pleased at least that he won the fight, otherwise the pain would be so much worse.

The Strip is luminescent from his vantage point near the window. Tonight, it belongs to him. JJ Maybank is King of this town. He won the World Championship title tonight, something he’s worked for years to achieve, and it feels so good.

Adrenaline is the reason why he fights. It’s addictive. It’s all-consuming. There’s no other feeling like it, except one.

Her.

The way she laughs. The way she smiles, The way she cares. The way she feels beneath him, as he moves inside her. 

She is his heaven.

After she appeared at his US Championship fight in Los Angeles two years earlier, JJ hoped she might surprise him again in Vegas.  But given his fight is done, JJ knows it’s more wishful thinking than anything else. 

JJ hears a knock at the door, breaking him from his thoughts. He yells out, telling room service to let themselves inside as he’s too incapacitated to move. It isn’t room service though.

She looks even more beautiful, if that’s possible.

It’s been eleven months since their last meeting in New York and he doesn’t realise until then just how much he’s been craving her. She’s breathtaking.

Her red dress is short and fitted, showcasing those world famous legs and enhancing her radiant skin. Her hair is hanging loose in waves around her face, exactly as JJ likes it.

He notices her eyes flicker lower, almost as if she’s willing his towel to open. His arousal is immediate, so too the smirk he can feel forming at her blatant and reciprocal need for him.

“You won.” It’s more a statement than a question. He nods.

He notices a flash of concern cross her face and before he knows it, she’s seated next to him. Her perfectly manicured hands find the bowl and she’s running the ice over the bruise on his left cheek bone.

He winces, it’s cold and sudden, although her touch is warm and gentle.

“Hold still, you big baby.” She grins at him now, her eyes lighting up mischievously. It’s not the first time she’s called him that and JJ knows it won’t be the last. 

“You didn’t want to watch an overly macho display of violence?” He asks, using her words. 

He wants to know everything. Why she wasn’t at the fight, why she’s here now, what she wants, what she feels. But he’s holding back, something he seems to do every time they’re together. 

“I couldn’t watch,” she shares. “I can’t stand to see you hurt, it’s too hard…” 

She’s struggling to find her words and he desperately wants to help her. So he asks what he’s been too afraid to ask. 

“What do you want, Kie?” She pauses, her hand coming to a stop, her face now downcast almost like she’s trying to compose her thoughts.

“I didn’t respond to your question in New York and that wasn’t fair.”

Her eyes flicker back to his, he can tell she’s nervous by the way she bites her lower lip. JJ doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything so adorable.

“Maybe it wasn’t fair of me to ask?” He manages to bite out but regrets it as soon as it’s said. JJ oozes smug arrogance to most but with Kiara he’s filled with deep, paralysing uncertainty and doubt.

She takes his hands in hers, squeezing them affectionately. JJ can barely breathe nor contain his reaction at her small but incredibly meaningful gesture.

“We weren’t just friends.” He releases the breath he was holding. She’s said everything he’d ever wanted. Well, maybe not everything. 

“You love me?”

“I love you, JJ Maybank,” she smiles, her eyes filling with unshed tears. JJ does the same because he feels the same way. “I’ve loved you ever since you asked me on a date and I was too stupid to say yes.”

“There was always something in the way.”

“My friends, your friends, our differences, my parents, my career, my…”

“Stubborness?” 

“Here I am spilling my heart out to you and you’re teasing me, Maybank,” she huffs. “I know I took my sweet time but there’s no need to punish me for it.”

“I love you too, Kiara Carrera.” JJ pulls her closer, his nose grazing hers affectionately. “And as soon as I can move without crying out in pain, I’m going to show you just how much. That’s a promise.” 

“We’ve got all the time in the world,” she murmurs, leaning in for a kiss. 

#jiara fanfic #jiara #outer banks #thanks for the prompt anon #hope you like it #we weren't just friends #my writing #kiara carrera x jj maybank #chase atlantic

[jiaraweek]

Can someone write a fic where someone is racist to kie and she tries to deal with it whilst avoiding jj Knowing he’ll flip

protective prompt

#jiara #jiaraweek23 #prompts

[whitetrashjj]

12 for the prompt thing 🤣

When she pulls up the the chateau at close to midnight after a closing shift at the Wreck it doesn’t surprise her to see the boys crowded around the fire. The music blasting and beer cans scattered around them.

There a chorus of cheers let out as she arrives and JJ is jumping up from his chair and tripping over her feet to get to her.

Oh. They are drunk drunk. Kie thinks as her boyfriend scoops her into his arms and smacks a sloppy kiss to her lips.

“Wow. You guys are wasted.” She laughs at the boys as JJ pulls away, she keeps an arm wrapped around him - worried he’ll topple over with the way he’s swaying.

“Drunk? No way.” JJ gasps in protest. “I’ve never even- I don’t drink. I’m- I’m pregnant.” He slurs out.

Kie’s eyes widen and she feigns the excitement of talking to a small child.

“Oh my god. Really?”

JJ nods matter of factly.

“You’re gonna be a father, Kiara.”

In front of them Pope gasps.

“You guys had sex?”

Kie affectionately shakes her head at the idiots boys - who truly, she loves with her whole heart.

“Okay, mamma. Time for bed.”

She grabs JJ’s hand and starts leading him toward the house.

“Are we going to go make a baby?”

“You bet.” Kie humours him.

“Oh twins!” John B delights from behind them.

Kie stops and turns to the remaining boys.

“You guys too. Bed.”

John B puts his hand on his heart and speaks so earnestly.

“Kie, I’m very flattered. But I’m a married man. And, you guys are my best friends, I would hate for it to be awkward in the morning.”

“Oh. My. God.” Kie deadpans. “You know what. You can stay here.” She playfully rolls her eyes and sets back off to the house, JJ in tow.

She manages to get him changed into something for bed. (Getting him out of his clothes was simple enough, into new ones proved challenging.) And he settles enough to peacefully lay in bed while she has a shower and then eventually joins him.

Sliding into the bed, JJ, who she thought had already drifted off to sleep, pulls her close and plants a lazy kiss to her shoulder.

“I can’t wait to have a baby with you.” He mumbles to her.

He’s drunk and half asleep but kie can’t help the way the word make her heart jump. The idea of them starting a family together, that future for them. God she wants that.

“A baby would be the worst thing for us right now, Jay.”

He hums as he buries his face into her neck.

“But one day, right?”

“Yeah.” Kie whispers into the darkness, stroking his hair. “One day.”

#this was just stupid #put a lil cuteness in the end there #jiara #lara answers #lara writes #prompts

[jojameswinter]

Your snippets look so so so good. Please can we get the one bed sneak peek

I adore you, anon! ❤️ I've been kinda losing steam after I finished two works, but I was feeling more inspired today and wrote quite a bit! It was so lovely to receive this message! 🥹

Here's the one bed excerpt:

The levity starts to fade, even as he tries futilely to grasp on to it. It would be a lot easier to keep things light, to keep their past buried where it belongs. But when he reaches for a joke, he doesn’t find it, still clinging tight to the grudge holding, shitty part of himself instead.  “Okay? Kiara, do you even remember what happened?” It’s embarrassing that he brought it up, but fuck it, he might go months, even years before he sees her again, that’s how this shit always seems to go.  He thinks maybe she actually doesn’t remember. That while he’d stood there, glaring at her over those bonfire flames, no match for the wildfire of fury inside of him, she’d probably already forgotten. That they’d shared something, maybe everything, under the blanket of midnight. At that, she whips around to face him. And even though he clearly pissed her off, he’s a little satisfied to see she’s still in there, more Kiara Carrera than ever. “What do you think I am?” she demands. “Of course I fuckin’ remember.”  “Then you remember how shitty you were.”

#jiara #ask #my asks #lovely anon #diana answers #one bed prompt #jiara fic #jiarafic #jiara fanfic #jj maybank #kiara carrera

[alphinias]

which prompts are you going to do first???

#in all honesty I’m trying to work on monkshood and wolfsbane chapter 4 right now #I might sit down and try to puzzle out my prompts a little tonight #ask #jiara #oh now she wants the bingo

[maybankiara]

me? writing jiara fanfiction in the year of our lord 2022? more likely than you think!

#and it's angst angst angst babey! #yes it's the jiara bingo #and i've somehow turned every prompt very sad and angsty #it's all very good prompts and i just need to. write them #d.writes #d.tag #i'm sorry if they (never) come out months from now

[jiaraforeverr]

first time and jealousy please🫶🏼

First time (How/where did their first time happen? What was it like?)

Because there is just so much history between them, there’s definitely a lot of build up to this moment

JJ, who is usually so confident and experienced when it comes to girls, is suddenly so nervous because he almost feels like all those other girls were just practice runs for the real thing, and Kie is the real thing

I don't think they wait very long after getting together to have sex for the first time, mostly because they are very physical people and really want to show affection for one another in a intimate way

I don’t care what anyone says, Kiee never actually went all the way with Pope, and that her first actual time is with JJ, which he is very aware of and is just the most gentle and careful king with her until she finally has to remind him that she’s not going to break

It’s not planned or anything, more like they suddenly realize they’ve been left alone at the Chateau together one night, and there’s always been something or someone that has caused them to stop, but tonight there are no interruptions or distractions

And they’re both nervous and giggly and honestly just in awe of one another that it doesn’t even matter if it’s not the best sex techincally, it’s just so good because they’re finally together

Also I have this weird headcanon I will never give up that afterwards, they’re just laying there all cuddled together and Kie just blurts out “you know I thought it was gonna be super weird to see you naked, but it wasn’t!” and JJ’s just kinda like huh?

Jealousy (Do they get jealous often? How do they show jealousy?)

Right before they get together and at the beginning of their relationship they definitely get pretty jealous

Poor Kie is absolutely fuming when she has to watch him flirt with girls at parties all the time but has to pretend like it doesn’t bother her

Even after they get together it doesn’t stop girls from approaching him, and Kie makes it VERY obvious how she feels about that- JJ learns pretty quickly that he has to shut them down immediately 

JJ is not immune to jealousy either- Kie is obviously gorgeous and draws the attention of many people while she’s living her best life not realizing just how magnetizing she can be

He’s a little more straightforward with his jealousy, putting an arm around her and intensely glaring at whoever seems interested, or dropping as many blatant statements about how they’re dating into conversation

It took them both so many tries to finally get it right and finally find one another, that it’s not surprising that at first they are a bit possessive. But that all quickly wears off when they start to realize that they are on the same page about having everything they need already in each other and that no one else could ever compare 

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#jiara #jj x kiara #jj maybank #kiara carrera #jiara alphabet headcanons #jiara prompts #jiara headcanons

[ghostiewriter]

So tell us more about the jiara bingo cards! Is it like multiple prompts for one shots or??

It’s 25 randomised prompts on one card! So I believe the general consensus is one box=one fic👀you can go out of your way to make them series if you want, but for the sake of my sanity I’ll probably stick to one shots!!

#ask #jiara #jiara bingo #IM VERY EXCITED ABOUT CERTAIN PROMPTS

[brizzlovesyou]

Upset you never wrote a one bed fic

Bruh it’s a miracle I’m getting anything posted at all considering how busy I’ve been 😫

But don’t worry, there’s no shortage of INCREDIBLE one bed fics that were posted yesterday!!! I can’t believe how spoiled we are this week

#an embarrassment of riches in the Jiara week ao3 collection rn like I’m not kidding #also I swear I’m finally posting something tomorrow afshdjd #it’s not my fault all the prompts I was drawn to are in the back half of the week!!!! #ask #anonymous

[jiaraweek]

Hey!! So excited for the week. I was outlining a fic but realized I had no time at all to write..so thought I’d share the idea in case anyone else wants to use it! For AU (or based on a movie prompt): Titanic w jiara as Jack and rose

Lovely! Prompt/idea up for grabs. I’m sure everyone would love to read if you want to write a later date too!

#jiara #jiaraweek23 #prompts

[whitetrashjj]

Quit it or I'll bite (Jiara obvi 🤣)

The words in front of JJ start to blur and any desire he had to concentrate on his homework instantly dissipates. Letting out a sigh JJ rolls away from his textbook on to his back.

He looks up from his spot at the end of Kiara’s bed to watch her propped up against the headboard, book balancing on her lap, lips pulled between her teeth as she focuses on math equations.

Her socked feet rub together subconsciously and JJ is drawn to them, and then the endless expanse of bare skin all up her legs.

Lazily he extends out his arms and lightly traces his fingertips along her sock line, toying with her ankle bone, wandering up as much as he can reach.

Without even looking up, barely acknowledging him Kie kicks out her foot to push him off. His hand pulls back, only for a few seconds before it’s back again. Trying to pull her attention from boring books.

It works, Kie all but glares at him through her eyelashes.

“Stop doing that or I’ll bite.”

JJ grins. “How are you gonna bite from all the way up there?”

Her eyes narrow for a moment before thinking better of retorting and looking back down at her book.

He should leave it at that but JJ’s never been one for self control. Particaully when it comes to Kie.

No, instead he rolls back onto his front and slowly moves up the bed. He settles in front of her and his lips find the place his fingers had just been on her leg.

He presses a hard kiss. No response. He ghosts his lips slowly up her leg. She turns a page. He starts pressing soft kisses to her skin, working up and up her leg.

Finally she does something. She kicks out, throws he book to the side and pushed him away.

“JJ. I’m trying to concentrate.”

“Distracting you, am I?” He doesn’t give her a second to respond before he’s gripping her ankle and pulling her towards him.

She doesn’t put up much of a fight, lets him tug her over and goes even further to straddle him on the bed when he rolls to his back.

Kie glares down at him, her fingers tangling in her hair as push pulls it over one shoulder.

“Some of us actually want to graduate.”

His hands run up her thighs, finger tips dip under the hem of her shorts.

“Was that really what you were thinking when you invited me over to study?”

He grins up at her and she pushes her lips together, looking off to the side. He knows that look, he’s right and she doesn’t want to admit it.

Instead, she leans down and breathes in deeply as she connects their lips.

Their lips wander, as do hands. JJ rolls his hips up into her. Kie moans into his mouth. Her hand starts to slip in between them. Footsteps make their way up the stairs.

Shit.

Kie flings herself off him, noticing the same as him. She props herself against her pillow and pulls her book back into her lap.

It’s all JJ can do is to roll over to hide his semi.

Anna walks past the door and pauses with a smile.

“How’s it going?”

Kie looks back at her mother with an innocent smile.

“Good.”

Anna nods slowly and then shift her attention to JJ, all but eyeing him up and down.

“One foot..”

“On the ground at all times.” He finishes for her, sliding down slightly to the carpet.

She offers him a sweet smile, almost laugh but still eyes him susposouly, she’ll never quote trsut him, before moving on again.

JJ lulls his head to the side to look at Kie, already expecting her glare from almost getting them caught, instead he sees her staring hard at her book, biting the inside of her cheek trying not to laugh.

JJ leans over slightly and whispers, “I reckon I could do alot with one foot on the ground.”

Kie looks back at him, nudges his textbook with her foot.

“Finish the discussion questions and I’ll let you show me.”

#jiara #lara answers #lara writes #prompts #jiara fic

[goingfullpogue]

Jiara Week 2023, Day 3: Hammock

I chose to base this prompt off of a scene in the first chapter of my fic there’s nothing like this ❤️

JJ tries to hold onto consciousness for a bit longer, wanting to savor this moment. Kie laying there with him, her rank ass breath in his nose and her hair tickling his cheek.

#jiaraweek2023 #jiara #jiara fanart #my art #jj maybank #kiara carrera #jiaraweek23