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fandomxpreferences · 1 year

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Two Lines, Two Idiots Chapter One: Knock, Knock. You Knocked Me Up

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Pairing: Twin Brother JJ! x Maybank! Reader, rafe Cameron! x maybank!reader (all over 18)

TW:unplanned pregnancy, angst, violence, drugs, I think thats it

Summary: You should have listened better in health class.

Word Count:1.4k

A/N: New series alert! Love that for me

There are a lot of worst-case scenarios that you're prepared for. It comes with the territory of being a Maybank. You tend to overthink and plan for things to go sideways. But this? This is nowhere close to being on that list.

Not only are you staring down at two pink lines, but the father is quite possibly the last person on the planet you thought you would do this with. Perhaps he should be the first person you think about, but the only man on your mind is JJ.

He's going to be livid; it's bad enough his twin sister is knocked up. Who you got knocked up by is flat-out traitorous. He doesn't even know you've been seeing somebody, which is hurtful in its own right.

You excused your secret by convincing yourself there's nothing to tell; it's nothing serious. A friends with benefits situation, nothing more. At least it was.

Now, you don't know what it's going to be. You know for certain he's not ready to have a kid, and most definitely not with you.

You toss the test in the trash and wipe your eyes, deciding it's best to keep this to yourself until you know what you want to do. You aren't sure how far along you are, but if you had to guess you'd say about eight weeks.

Usually, you're careful, but one night in the Twinkie you threw caution to the wind, and now you're paying the price.

You rejoin JJ, Sarah, and Kie by the hot tub, scrunching up your nose at the pungent scent of marijuana. You figure you probably shouldn't be around it anymore, but you can't really come out and say that. Instead, you try to keep your distance and breathe in as much fresh air as possible.

Pope and John B are off doing something for Heyward and you're glad. JJ knows you well, but being your brother clouds his sight sometimes. John B on the other hand is your best friend and would know something is up immediately.

You politely refuse when your brother tries to hand you the joint and he frowns.

"Since when do you refuse getting high?"

You momentarily panic before smoothing out your features and recovering.

"Just don't feel well."

It's a lame excuse and JJ rolls his eyes.

"Well, weed will help. Here."

He pushes it toward you again and you lurch back, nearly tumbling off the edge of the tub in the process.

"What are you pregnant or something? Just take a hit so he'll leave you alone."

Kie laughs as she says it, but falls silent when she notices the way your eyes widen slightly. So much for keeping it a secret.

Sarah seems to notice as well, shock covering her features as her eyes dart to your stomach.

"Wait.."

Your mouth gapes as you try to come up with a lie, but your mind goes blank and you know there's no way out of this.

Based on JJ's lack of reaction, you know he wasn't listening and you silently plead with the girls not to push it. They're too far gone, their minds hazy and reeling at the newfound information.

"Y/N, are you pregnant?"

This seems to catch your brother's attention, and his head whips to look at you.

His eyebrows furrow as he mistakes your panicked expression for one of confusion and he turns to face the girls.

"Come on, Sarah. Give her some credit. My sister is stupid but she isn't dumb. Right, sis?"

He's looking at you again, and you can't help the tears that burn your waterline.

"I-um.."

You watch as realization washes over him, his high dissipating as the secret is revealed.

"Oh my god. By who?!"

He's one octave below yelling, and you shush him harshly.

"He doesn't know yet, okay? Just don't tell anyone, especially John B."

They all share a look at your request, the wheels turning as they all come to the same conclusion. John B is the father.

JJ wants to press for more information, but the tears slipping down your cheeks stop him in his tracks. He pulls you into him, whispering sweet reassurances in your ear as he thinks about how he's going to beat the shit out of his best friend.

In a sick joke from the universe, you hear the Twinkie pull up and aggressively dry your face. John B is laughing as he approaches, but his expression falls when he sees your swollen eyes.

"What's going on?"

His voice is laced with genuine concern, and it makes your stomach turn. You feel terrible keeping this from him, you're just not ready to face it yet.

He ignores the way Sarah and Kie avoid eye contact, and does his best not to ask what the fuck JJ's problem is as he stares daggers at the side of his face. His attention is solely on you, a gentle hand coming up to cup your cheek.

"What's wrong, sunshine?"

You almost wince at the sweet nickname he reserves just for you, and despite your efforts to cover it up, he notices anyway. Hurt flashes in his eyes and he drops his hand, unsure what the sudden change in attitude is.

You've never once shied away from him, and he wracks his brain trying to figure out what he did wrong. He doesn't get the chance, watching as you stand abruptly and head inside.

You stop suddenly and turn to face him.

"Can I borrow the Twinkie?"

He hands you the keys without hesitation, deciding it's best not to push his luck with questions. They all watch as you stalk off toward the van, and as soon as you're out of sight, JJ's hand is ripping him backward.

He barely registers the violent movement before a fist is colliding with his cheek. He stumbles back and stares at JJ in shock.

"What the fuck was that for?!"

JJ is about to swing again when Kie pulls him back.

"J, don't."

John B is rubbing his face, still recovering from the blow, as his wild eyes dart between his three friends.

"What the fuck is going on?!"

This only seems to anger JJ more and he lunges forward, barely restrained by Sarah and Kie.

"My sister? Really, John B?"

His voice cracks from the sheer volume of his scream and John B takes a step back.

"What about her?"

He's genuinely never been more lost than he is at this moment. Between your tears and JJ's rage, he's clueless.

"You got her fucking pregnant!"

John B's face contorts as he processes the statement and Sarah shoves JJ back.

"JJ! That's not your place to tell him!"

John B runs a hand through his hair, only half the information sinking in.

"Sunshine is pregnant?"

JJ growls and takes a step forward, Pope now assisting in holding him back.

"Don't fucking call her that."

It takes a minute for him to catch up, but when he does, John B scowls.

"Wait, did you say I got her pregnant?"

JJ laughs humorlessly, unamused by his friend's act of innocence.

"Yeah, dickhead."

John B takes a step forward with his hands out, and JJ falters at the honesty in his friend's eyes.

"JJ, man listen to me. I swear on my life, I have never even looked at her that way, let alone slept with her. She's like a sister. So unless she's the virgin Mary, it's not mine."

Everyone looks at each other as JJ goes lax, and they loosen their hold.

"Then who's the father? If two plus two is four, and four plus four is eight, then what the fuck is this? The math isn't mathing."

Meanwhile, you're sweating bullets as your heart pounds in your chest. You weren't planning on doing this so soon, but with JJ knowing, it won't be long until he figures it out.

You take a deep breath, doing your best not to puke as you turn into the long driveway. You pray no one else is home; the last thing you need is more people's opinions right now.

Your legs tremble beneath you as they carry you to the front door and you take a deep breath as you knock twice. Your knees are seconds from giving out when the door swings open to reveal those blue eyes and that cocky smirk.

"Back for more?"

His face drops when he sees the state you're in, and he ushers you inside.

"What's wrong? Did someone hurt you? I'll kill them."

You cut off his rambling with a featherlight grip on his forearm and he turns to face you.

"No one hurt me, Rafe. Can we talk?"

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vampiretendencies · 1 year

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wonder how i got by this week, i only touched you once

authors note; hi! this is my first but also not really my first jj piece. i had an old account here but i deleted it over a year ago, however my love for obx has not changed which explains why i am back lols. i am just testing the waters again here, and letting my thoughts go. i also proofread but sometimes not well enough so you may come across an error or two. gif and divider creds to owner. & feel free to send asks, guidelines for those are coming soon.

warnings; fluff, very clingy!jj, & language

summary; if jj could sow his skin to yours, he would.

pairing; jj maybank x fem!reader

an imprint.

you were sure that was all that was going to be left of you on that twin mattress. not that you were deemed in your last moments of life or anything, but because your boyfriend’s grasp on you in his sleep is not suitable for the weak. it should be described as something resembling a death grip. body tinging with restlessness & the mere moments of having laid here wide away for the past two hours. jj’s body heat radiating onto you at a battle with the sun, that is currently piercing through jj’s bedroom window at the chateau. who knew delirium would gather as quickly as it did, every time you peered toward the bathroom you swore it got three feet farther. hair plastered to the sides of your face, you huffed out of frustration.

jj was damn near on top of you. legs wrapped miraculously around yours, twisting and tangling themselves together. his black boxers riding low, as his waste lovingly crushed yours. the sleep weight of him, was like jj plus two. not to be dramatic but you were gasping for air at one point. his top half, guided by his bottom half. skin sticking to skin, whilst you glistened with sweat, jj somehow still had features like that of angel. well, pardoning the snoring. the abs of his stomach glided against your ribs, hanging onto you as if you’d be gone with one goodbye. the tips of his disheveled blonde locks tickled your temple. mouth slack open, roaring desperately into your ear.

what anyone would be thinking right now is, why not just fucking get up ?

two issues with that. the stickiness of your skin unattaching itself from his was sure to wake him up. anytime you made something even resembling a movement he found a way to force you close into him. and he would never let your hear the end of it, he’d make certain to whine and complain all day about “how you wouldn’t love him back” or some shit like that. he’s definitely more dramatic than you, however this was not cuddling. this was a bear hugging a tree and you were his tree to mangle and rip apart whenever he saw fit.

the other issue being, jj’s room has miscellaneous trash littering the entirety of it. in an instant, if your leg were to loom over the side of jj’s bed the crackling of a beer can or a water bottle was going to crush beneath your foot.

“fuck me,” you silently cursed yourself.

nearly approaching three pm, is what jj’s alarm clock read. you still to this day wonder why such an unproductive, procrastinating type person has the need for one, but that’s just jj.

you’d decided you couldn’t bear taking it anymore, combination of hot breath shelling your ear mixed with the stench of muggy air. you craved a shower, brushing your teeth, to piss for Christ’s sake, and your personalized skin care routine if you could muster up enough time to do so …

wriggling a tad, you pulled back the limp limb that is his arm which has been thrown over your neck for best part of his slumber. jj being a light sleeper, it was stupid of you to even attempt. within milliseconds his arm is thrown over your collar bone, whisping you into him once again. out of instinct a minuscule peck was placed to your ear lobe, his breaths interrupted by your movement. a faint grumble between his lips, signaling for you to keep your ass still.

but, you simply could not. you were going to get up, and you refused to feel horrid for it because jj has had well over his ‘must have’ eight hours of sleep.

“j,” you gulped. contemplating today’s reaction of the constant battle, you blink slowly awaiting his response.

a hm escaped jj’s lips, barely awake but staying awake because his girl never deserved to be ignored.

“let me up,” on the brink of a demand, his eyes opened fully at that, furrowing eyebrows out of frustration.

jj wanted you to save him until the both of you were buried alive. he hungered to be inside of your skin. the true depth of being his girlfriend, you already acknowledged those things. there’s no showering alone, there’s no eating alone, no going to the bathroom alone, you don’t remember the last time you did your own makeup alone. he knew that if he was going to be with someone it could not be just anyone, the dynamic had to work. he was aware of his neediness and constant clinging, you were as well, before you even begun dating you had the willingness to admit you always had a soft spot for jj. you weren’t sure if it was the empath in you and the sheerness of being a human being. he’d been abandoned and abused since he was young, you wouldn’t be the one to return the favor.

the both of you just work.

it makes sense that the passion and the ethereal ache for want has never left, loves you just the same as the day he met you in eighth grade.

bringing him to his now decision as to wether or not he wanted to actually let you up or to fuck with you.

“stay with me.”

he uttered; partially truthful, partially not. he despised the feeling of the empty bed settling in if you were to get up, though he’d known you were due for a piss right about now.

“i have to get up, m’all sweaty and you aren’t helping.”

your explanation was understandable, but he still wasn’t having it. an eternity encompassed in your affections was a dream, and living in that dream he would presume possible for as long as you’d allow him.

“suffer a few more minutes.”

“j, i’m serious.”

he edged a tight lipped smile, noticing the eye roll and glistening beauty of your forehead. eyes inspecting you as though it was the first time. your sports bra adorned just how he’d liked, chest rising and falling faster then usual, appearing as if you’d ran a mile and then some. something so sweet about the scent of your skin, he’d breathe in continuously saturating his senses in the symphony that is you.

“what’s a man gotta do for few more minutes hm?”

he’s atop you now, hands at either side of your head. towering over to make eye contact— a sign that you yearned for him as he did you.

staring up at him, a yes is on the tip of your tongue but you’ve sacrificed enough of your day dedicated to cuddling jj. shuffling his weight onto one hand his thumb dusted past your chin and to your cheek bone, trying to lull you back in all at once. tilting your head in a swift movement, he lowers himself itching to press your unearthly soft lips with his. you did not oblige, smashing a hand to his lips.

“you’re not getting a kiss.”

“then you aren’t getting up,” he chimed. “as easy as that, baby.”

“jj! i am hot, and i smell like ass, if you don’t let me up don’t expect a kiss at all.”

you bargained, unable to win this fight you’d be giving in within minutes.

“well, i for one, like hot ass .. your hot ass in particular.”

your throat ran dry, willing to just do it out of desperation for a shower. the feathered blonde of his hair wavered as his head turned about, with the click of his tongue murmuring a muffled tick tock against the back of your hand.

“one fucking kiss jj.”

you’d agreed, hand faintly falling backward as you embraced him. your lips pucker for a slight peck but jj had far more in mind. the peck tainted his lips, the peck was for hurries only. jj ruled this as a no hurry situation though to you it was past a hurry. when you pull away from the peck, jj writhes his hand around your neck gently. wrestling his pair of lips with yours, teeth pulling at your lip for entrance, and you didn’t find yourself pulling away. two tongues swiveling and swirling just the way jj liked. God, he just could not get enough of the way your tongue molded with his. besotted that they fit together just right.

you break the trance, not allowing jj to reel you back in again.

“gotta brush my teeth now, j.”

your voice somewhat pleaded, a small boyish pout forming. groaning and all the extras accompanying jj maybank.

“okay okay, i’ll give you a few.”

rolling off of you, he gave way for you to do all that you pleased. you grinned his way as he sent a toothy one back. you felt free, as you did all the times before you had to force jj off of you. you could move and you did so at a rapid pace, before the whining begun. kicking beer cans out of the way you seemed to take your first step to the bathroom but that is until the palm of jj’s hand collides with the bottom of your ass.

“hurry up, you sexy motherfucker!”

your cheeks tainted red at his outburst, all of the cut could’ve heard it. but you laugh with ease, at your attention seeking boyfriend.

“won’t be long okay?”

you offer him a hug, a show of infatuation; before you were officially off to the bathroom, with intentions of closing the door. he encapsulates you, swallowing you whole with his arms. he peppered multiple kisses to your forehead.

“don’t shower without me, pretty girl.”

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loveharlow · 3 months

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I HATE JIARA🫢 there i said it.

#jj maybank imagine #jj maybank smut #jj maybank #jj mayback imagine #jj mayback x reader #obx jj #jj maybank x you #obx fanfiction #jiara obx #jiara #kiara carrera #kiara carerra x reader #obx discussion #harlowstfu🤫#jj maybank x reader #jiara discussion

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marlswhore · 1 year

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pope heyward is such a cliché 80s movie boyfriend who leaves notes in your locker and climbs through ur window. pope heyward is the type of boyfriend to take off your makeup and do your skincare routine for you when you’re hangover. pope is a waist grabber before pulling you in for a kiss xx

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luversgirl · 9 months

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MY OBX REC LIST, part five

( ☾ = angst, ☆ = head-canon, ❀ = fluff, ✧ = smut )

rafe cameron

— five minutes ✧ ( i- )

— need you ☾ ❀

— promises ✧ ( omfg 💀 )

— dating rafe cameron should include ☆ ❀

— silent love ( literally such a amazing series )

— don’t make a sound ✧

— the pogue and the kook ☾ ❀

— best friends little sister ✧

— midsummer’s ❀ ( this is disgusting GIVE IT TO ME NOW )

— frenemies ☾ ✧

— new light blurb: next to you ❀ ( this is so cuteeeee )

— love is a dangerous game ☾ ✧ ( THE ANGST OMFG )

— forbidden ( series )

— good luck charm ❀ ( awwww )

— naughty ✧ ( i want y/n the fawk me wtf )

— hard to love you ☾

— limousine ✧ ( the driver 👁👄👁 )

— and yet…❀

— love at sea ☾ ❀

— can’t sleep ❀

— glory and gore ✧ ( poor jj lmaooooo )

— ambivalence blurb: phases ☾ ❀ ( give me this in life rn )

— unexpected valentine ❀ ( SO MF CUTE )

— night swim ✧

— protecter ☾ ❀ (top tier work, like literally weekly reread)

jj maybank

— i will leave ☾ ( THIS!!! part 2, part 3… etc )

— strawberry ❀ ( living for this )

— scary love ☾ ❀

— mine ❀

— promise ☾ ( oh my fawking god )

— take it slow ✧

— messed up ☾ ❀

— pretty girl ❀ ☾

— for me ❀ ☾ ( someone gimme a jj rn )

— princess ❀

— sweet and salty ✧

— jumped ❀ ☾

— wrestle ✧ ☾ ( oh my lordddddddd )

— nightmares ❀ ☾

— can’t kill a pogue ☾

— underdressed ✧

— i got you ☾

— meet me at our spot ❀ ☾ ( absolutely love this )

— enough for you ☾ ( sobbing )

sarah cameron

— exposed ✧

— lifeguard ☾ ❀ ( why not meeeeeee )

— call rafe ❀

— watermelon sugar ✧ ❀

— welcome home ❀

— kook princess ✧ ( lawd, part two, LAWD )

— the little things ❀

— don’t make me over ❀

pope heyward

— rose water and bubbles ✧

— this ❀ ( idk the name but i LUV IT )

— charm bracelets ❀

— full kook ☾ ❀

— noisy neighbours ❀ ( GIVE ME THIS IN LIFE RN )

— stick shift ❀

— tutor ❀ ☾ ( this is so cuteeeeeee )

barry

— art of seduction ✧

— issues ( ik this is a rafe fic but my blueberry is there so here )

— watch you’re mouth country club ☾ ❀

— softie ❀ ( awwwwww )

— responsibility ❀

john b

— let it snow ❀

— truth or dare ✧

— sticky notes ❀ ( jarah )

— i love you ❀ ( awwww )

— you and me against the world ❀

— always ☾ ❀

— knuckle kiss ❀

— 3 am ❀ ( I CANT ITS SO 😩 )

— pogue bonfire ☾ ❀ ( why not me god? )

— lazy river ❀

— i love you ❀

kiara carrera

— fuck up the friendship ✧ ( it’s kiesarah but it’s so good )

— take care of my girl ❀

— this omfg ✧ ( the title is long for here lol )

— nsfw alphabet ✧

— facades ✧ ( LAWD )

— enough ☾ ❀

— this concept ✧ ( l- l- lord )

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maybankprincess · 1 year

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ೃ⁀➷ leaving cute notes - jj maybank ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

pairing: jj maybank x reader

warnings: not proofread, that's about it, please do inform if there's more :)

a/n: hope you enjoy it!

you were heading to your locker with your friends Sarah and Kiara. you had to take books out for your next few lessons and had to put the ones in your hands in your locker.

you were talking about random things as you all went to open your lockers which were all around the same area.

once you were at your locker, you put in your combination and opened it as a small paper fell out of it.

you didn't think much of it as you thought it was one of your many flashcards stacked in your metal compartment and proceeded to put your books in and take out the ones you needed.

it was only when you reached down to retrieve the paper that you realised it was a note that was left in your locker.

the paper read: "I've always had a crush on you but I never had the courage to confess"

you frown as you didn't recognise the handwriting but also at the words.

"um.. girls?" you let out and turn to look at Sarah and Kiara

you wordlessly show them the note. they both read it, Kiara recognising the messy handwriting as belonging to her blond pogue friend but choose not to say anything for now.

"well, seems like our besties has a secret admirer" Sarah says and laughs happily "who do you think it is? any boys showed you extra attention recently?" she continues as you try to think of who it could be.

"no clue, everyone's been normal" you say and shrug "besides, could be rafe and his friends trying to prank me or something" you say and stuff the note in your jean pocket before grabbing your things.

"but it could also be genuine" Kiara says trying not to sound obvious.

you just shrugged and moved on with your day.

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you didn't receive any new messages in the last few days so you just figured it was some dumb joke and moved on.

that was until you opened in your locker one morning and a familiar piece of paper fell out.

this time you immediately picked it up and read it.

"no, this is not a joke, I truly have had a crush on you since elementary school"

after this message, notes started to regularly end up in your locker.

soon enough, every morning, you were greeted by the falling piece of paper.

messages like: "hope you had a wonderful weekend" and "have a nice day, gorgeous" soon started to give you the boost you needed to start your day.

you desperately wanted to know who your secret admirer was. so, you, kiara and Sarah set up a plan that you would get to school extra early one day and hide around the corner of the lockers in the hopes of finding out who it was.

so that's how you found yourselves at school at 7AM huddled up while hiding around the corner of your locker.

the silence of the hallways making it become very boring very quickly as you tried not to doze of with how early it was.

you had closed your eyes for a few seconds trying to keep your mind busy to stay awake and alert as you heard footsteps heading towards you.

you three remained silent as you peaked around the corner to see who it could be.

you saw a hooded individual heading towards your locker and place a piece of paper in it.

while the individual was heading towards the exit, a breeze caused his hair to blow in the wind, exposing his dirty blond locks.

you guys sneak behind the person and pull his hoodie off.

the person looks back revealing that the mystery person was your friend, JJ Maybank. you guys shared a few classes together, you guys even worked on a presentation together. frankly, you had a pretty big crush on the blond man but you never thought he would've reciprocated the feeling.

he looks at you shocked that someone else was present so early and even more shocked when he sees that he's you.

"it's you?" you ask confused

jj stands there while rubbing the back of his neck.

"um..yeah.." he answers while looking down "I didn't mean for you to find out like that" he continues

"I mean I'm kinda glad I did" you say as he looks up at you

"gosh, please don't think of me as a creep now" he pleads

"of course I wouldn't jayj!" you say and smile "well I'm actually happy I found out"

he looks at you confused and asks "why is that?"

"because I can now do this" you say and lean up to connect your lips with his

at first, jj is shocked and doesn't kiss back but when he finally comes to his sense, he does.

a voice behind you says "about damn time you guys confessed your feeling to each other" which makes you pull away from jj and let out a laugh.

you turn and realise that Kiara said it.

"I'm so happy for you guys!" Sarah says and comes over to hug you tightly.

for the rest of the day, jj hadn't stopped engaging in pda with you in the hallways, during your mutual classes and even during lunch times.

the boy was truly too excited that his crush liked him back to resist holding back his affection in public.

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leaclark · 24 days

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kiara carrera mood board ✌️🐢🐚

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rubiehart · 19 days

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𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐢𝐞’𝐬 𝟏𝐤 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧!

thankyou all so so much for 1k followers, i love how we’ve made a little community on here where we all come and talk about our crushes hehe, i’m so grateful for each and every one of you and love you allll!!

soo.. i’m inviting everyone reading this to my one thousand followers celebration!

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬: 5th april

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: 21st april

🌊; 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 - send me a prompt or scenario along with a character from the list below ⇩ and i’ll make a small moodboard for it!

🏵️; 𝐬𝐨𝐥 𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫 - send in any prompt from this list and a character and i’ll write a short blurb based around the prompt!

🐋; 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥 - go on a date with your favourite obx boy! send in anything you feel comfortable sharing about yourself (eg. love language, hobby or sport) accompanied by your fav boy and i’ll write a few headcannons specifically for you!

🍯; 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 - send me three characters for fuck, marry, kill! (any fandom or show! if i don’t know them i’ll search and base it on looks!)

🫂; 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 - send in a little information about yourself (hobbies, personality type, style etc.) and i’ll tell you which boy or girl you’re most compatible with!

🍍; 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐧 - send in songs that remind you of the obx characters (specific character coded) and i’ll listen and evaluate with you!

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐝:

𐑺 jj maybank

𐑺 john b routledge

𐑺 pope heyward

𐑺 sarah cameron

𐑺 kiara carrera

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softspiderling · 19 days

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kiara carerra - instagram profile

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updates on thursdays :)

#kiara carerra #kiara obx #kiara carerra x reader #obx #outer banks #obx insta #madison bailey #sarah cameron x reader #jj maybank x reader #jiara #outerbanksedit #rafe cameron x reader

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pixiexdusts-world · 5 months

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Incorrect quote

*JJ is cooking*

Y/n: Any chance that’s for me?

JJ: It’s for Kiara. I’m planning on making some bad choices tonight, and I need them on my side.

Pope: I never realized the forethought that went into being a disappointment.

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infictionalwonderland · 1 year

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pairings: kiara x fem!reader, jj x fem!reader

warnings: angst, unrequited love, shame around sexuality, MORE ANGGSST, sad kie:(, sad lesbian feels

SUMMARY, kie loves you.. but you’re not hers.

Kiara knows what it’s like to be loved by you.

She knows the warmth of your tights hugs, she knows the delightful scent of your perfume that, without fail, sends butterflies dancing with their hands tie into her stomach. She knows the late night conversations about anything and everything, she knows that concern you have from the people you love — all doe eyed and concerned with a pretty pout. She knows the compliments you give, the ones which make her feel weak in the knees. She knows the joyous, infectious tune of your laughter that she replays in her head when she’s sad. She knows it — knows you.

Kiara Carrera knows what being loved by you feels like.

But it’s not the type of love she wants to know.

Sometimes… sometimes, when she’s not in her right mind, she’ll watch you and JJ.. how you are with each other. She watches the way he pulls you into his lap constantly as though he always needs to be touching you (she doesn’t blame him), his arm wind around your waist and you look as happy as ever in his lap. She watches the soft kisses you each press to each others forehead. Watches the childlike giggling the can only be described as that of two teenagers hopelessly enamoured with one another.

The rest of the Pogues tease them all the time, jokingly disgusted with the PDA but they’ll turn their heads with smiles at the end of the day, knowing their friends are happy and in love.

Kie doesn’t feel that way.

It’s horrible of her — she knows, god, does she know. She’s had this argument with her stupid fucking brain so many times as she lay awake in the dead of night. You’re both her best friends, she needs to be happy for you. She should be. She is, even!

(She’s not)

Her heart cracks every time she watches the way you fall back into the embrace of the boy you love while she’s left pining for you. She mentally screams at the way you press kisses all over his faces and then finish at his lips while he’s looking up at you like you hung for fucking moon and sun. The smile that you wear upon even just glancing at him is enough to tear apart her broken and tattered heart — you never glance at her like that. You will never.

Kiara knows what it is to be loved by you: the both of you have been best friends since kindergarten.

She knows the sweetness to your soothing words that slow her rapidly pacing heart. She knows what you look like when you first wake up… she knows how you like your coffee, your favourite colour, your favourite flower! She knows the gentle or joking terms of endearment the leave you pretty, plush lips. She knows you at your worst and at your best and she loves it all. She loves all of you.

Sometimes… when she’s alone, not surrounded by the distracting tune of your laughter, she lets her mind trick her into thoughts of how JJ wasn’t good for you and she’d be better — she knows you better, loves you more.

Expect, when reality sets in, she knows she’s wrong. JJ is good for you. He knows you, he loves you. Worships you, really. Kiara knows the he knows all the things she does about you: your favourite song, your favourite drink, your favourite show. And, oh my god, she knows through and through just how well he treats you — if it’s not already fucking obvious from the way you are with each other — she has to heart it all the time, from the both of you.

JJ’s words alone she could’ve handled. She could listen to him dazedly ramble about how you good you looked in your bikini, how you made his heart flutter, how you smelt so good, whatever. She could listen to him, a small swirl of jealousy in her stomach but she was mostly dazed too — the both of them settling for dreamily gazing over at you, she could deal with that because she was thinking the same, she just couldn’t voice it.

But you… your words, she didn’t know how much longer she’d be able to handle them. The way you mumbled sentences weaved with nothing but pure love and adoration, the sweet echo of your voice pitched with admiration. It was normal though, you were best friends, of course you were telling her all of this. At sleepovers, when you both sat down in her bed and somehow he’d get brought up and you wasted no time gushing over him and telling Kiara about your moments together, all giddy and grinning with blushed skin.

She wanted to sob.

She wanted the ground to sallow her whole and spit her back into a world where you loved her how she loved you.

Kie doesn’t really remember the moment she knew that she loved you with everything she had in her.

She only remembers snippets of earlier memories from her childhood and (shock) most of them regard you. She remembers painting you silly little paintings of turtles or your favourite flower and singing off with a heart before giving it you the next day. She recalls all of the friendship jewellery, some of it long gone but the other half she still wears. She remembers going into the beach to help the baby turtles survive. She remembers the both of you going around picking up plastic and litter in general. She remembers the dressing up parties you had, both clad in outrageous princess dresses.

Later into her childhood, she remembers more. Her thoughts — feelings. Kiara thinks about the stories her parents used to read to her, the fairytales of a beautiful prince and her knight in shining armour, living happily ever after. She remembers thinking… princess and prince? Was it never a princess and princess? Could it ever be? From the stories she was read, it never ended up in such a way.

But she didn’t get it. As far as she was aware, you and her were both princesses. And… you were the only person she’d ever want to live out her happily ever after with.

(She never told anyone: scared of what they’d say as she defied normalcy)

Even as she grew older, into her adolescence, those feelings never went anywhere. She watched as you found your own princes (boys who didn’t deserve you, in her humble opinion). Her heart sometimes stopped at the thought of her happily ever after finding her own happily ever after… her own prince.

(What was wrong with her?)

The question plagued her constantly; she wished she’d never introduced you to the Pogues, she wished it was just you two still, she wished you’d look at her the same, she wished she could treat you… touch you like JJ does, she wished she could love you openly and unapologetically.

Sometimes… when she sat with her hand to her mouth to muffle her sobbing, laying alone in her cold room, she wished JJ could just disappear. That made her sob even louder, she loved him, he was her friend… but you, you were so much more to her.

You were her princess.

And…and JJ was your prince. You didn’t want a princess.

Kiara, in the past, wouldn’t call herself deluded by any means but now she was beginning to question it. She got trapped in her fantasies, in fabricated lies to ease the pain of her heart.

She liked to pretend now.

She liked to pretend that you did in fact feel the same about her. When the two of you lay snuggled up together, her heart banging erratically in her ears while you lay calm as ever.. she liked to imagine that you were equally as nervous, the you felt the spark against your bare skin in the way she did. She liked to pretend that when you looked at, your eyes were big and bright and full of romantic love — the expression you wore around JJ.

She liked to pretend that as you both lay on your side, hushed soft whispers of late night conversations slipping between you, eyes solely on one another… that you didn’t see her as a friend. She liked to pretend that as you glanced at her lips, to see what she was saying through the quiet of her voice, it was all because you felt the same. She liked to pretend that the sweet giggles and irresistible scent of you would become an every night thing — the princess and the princess finding solace in each other.

But, your solace was within your prince. Her friend. Someone she’d introduced you to.

Kiara Carrera knew unrequited love all too well and yes, the rumours are true, it is a bitch. A stone cold one.

#kiara carerra x reader #kiara carerra x you #kiara obx #kiara carrera imagine #kiara carerra #kiara carerra smut #outerbanks #obx fanfiction #outer banks fanfiction #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank imagines #jj maybank fluff #kiara carrera fluff

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marlswhore · 1 year

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when pope has a crush on someone, he’d definitely notice all the small details that most people would find unimportant. you like that peach tea juice from seven eleven? he gets it for you. your favorite artist is beabadoobee or tyler the creator? he will spend time researching and listening to them just to stir up a conversation. you casually mention that you want to experience romance in the way your favorite books describe it. pope will read your favorite books and plan out how to ask you out based on them. in conclusion, pope heyward is boyfriend materiel <333.

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xtom-darling-x17 · 1 year

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Christmas Fanfic list

Day 1 - Fluff - Snow Angel - Rafe Cameron

Day 2 - Smut - Ginger Bread man - Pope Heyward

Day 3 - Smut - Santa’s little secret - JJ Maybank

Day 4 - Fluff - Fluffy Penguins - Kiara Carrera

Day 5 - Fluff - Hot Chocolate + CoCo - Chase Stokes

Day 6 - Fluff - Covered in Snow - JJ Maybank

Day 7 - Smut - Icing on the cake - Rafe Cameron

Day 8 - Smut - Secret presents - Madelyn Cline

Day 9 - Fluff - Fairy lights on the tree - Sarah Cameron

Day 10 - Fluff - Dancing Elf - Pope Heyward

Day 11 - Smut - Angel Delight - Rudy Pankow

Day 12 - Fluff - Your reindeer - Chase Stokes

Day 13 - Fluff - Are you in my Pjs? - John B

Day 14 - Smut - Falling in deep - JJ Maybank

Day 15 - Smut - My snow flake - Sarah Cameron

Day 16 - Smut - Cookies + cream - John B

Day 17 - Fluff - Gold and silver tinsel - Drew Starkey

Day 18 - Smut - Decoration box - John B

Day 19 - Smut - My Christmas list - JJ Maybank

Day 20 - Fluff - Sing a holly jolly song - Rudy Pankow

Day 21 - Smut - Breaking the ice - John B and JJ

Day 22 - Smut - Let me warm you - Kiara Carrera

Day 23 - Fluff - Peppermint stars - Sarah Cameron

Day 24 - Smut - wrapped up for you - Chase Stokes

Day 25 - Smut - Milk + Cookies - JJ, John B, Sarah

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maybankprincess · 1 year

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ೃ⁀➷ baking together - john b routledge ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

staring: john b routledge x fem!reader

warning: not proofread, just tooth-rotting fluff

a/n: I know it's late but I still wanted to write and post it, so enjoy <3

you sat infront of the tv cuddling up to your boyfriend, john b. the movie playing soon became boring as you tried to find something else to do.

"what about baking something together?" you turn to him and propose

"yeah, why not? pretty sure we have the ingredients in the pantry" he says and gets up from the couch with you.

you head towards the kitchen and pantry and look at what you could work with.

"pretty sure we got the ingredients to make some cupcakes" you say and gather the items and bring them to the kitchen counter. you reached into the drawers and pulled out red heart-shaped molds.

"these would look so cute" you say and smile up at him.

and with that, you guys looked up a fairly easy recipe and you got to baking.

while making use of the flour, you heard john b chuckling to himself. you were about to ask what he found so funny when you got a smudge of flour on your cheek.

you gasp as you turn to him and watch as he starts laughing at you.

"oh my god, you should see your face right now, babe" he says and folds over laughing.

you take his moment of distraction to get back at him as you grab some flour in your hand and throw it across his face coating it with white powder.

he starts coughing as he didn't expect you to throw some back.

it ends up with you guys running around the kitchen island, throwing flour at each other, and ducking behind the kitchen island, the heart-shaped cupcakes soon forgotten.

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