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Paradise on Earth (17)

Chapter: 17. The Bonfire

Pair: JJ Maybank x Routledge! Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Language, Underage drinking, Violence and Jealousy

Summary: Pope receives new information, and the annual bonfire is a bowl of drama.

a/n: not fully proofread and a day later than promised but here it is...

Available on Wattpad and AO3

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Nobody knew what to do after the explosion, it was like time had stilled, it was like a bomb went off with you and your friends hiding behind the trenches. Sarah’s wailing and sobbing, the radios police officers had carried on them had picked up on frequencies from other cops in the area. Shoupe had responded, informing them of what had just occurred then ushering you, your brother, Pope, JJ, and Kie, off the dock.

Sarah was allowed to stay, being as this was her property, her father’s property and he was dead. She stayed in Topper's arms, teary-eyed as she watched John B walk away without a word in her direction.

What could he say? What could any of you say?

I’m sorry? For her loss, probably. But none of you would truly mean it, Ward Cameron was better off dead.

None of you wanted to leave Sarah in her home alone with her brother who had attempted to murder her not 24 hours ago, but nobody dared to convince her to go with you all.

The weekend would end and you would all have to be back in school tomorrow, spending the last day fishing by the dock and contemplating the meaning of life after what you had just witnessed.

Day turned into night, JJ and Kie went to buy beer while you, Pope, and John B, lay on the HMS Pogue. The three of you stared up into the night sky in reflection. Your brother had just confessed to him and Sarah breaking up.

“I don’t get it,” John B voices after minutes of silence, “I don’t.”

“Love is five minutes of pleasure for a lifetime of pain.”

You snap your fingers at Pope’s poetic words, “Jesus if you wrote a book about heartbreak, I’d the shit out of it… Did it really only last five minutes though?”

You tried to lighten the mood a little, though clearly, those weren’t the vibes the two heartbroken boys were on. Lowkey, neither were you, but showing it would just open a can of worms (questions) that you weren’t ready to deal with.

Pope turns his head to his left, where you lay in between him and John B, “What is wrong with you?”

“What’s going on with you and Kie?” You quip, sitting up and crossing your legs with your knees outwards. You technically already knew what Kie had told you, but you wanted to hear his thoughts.

“Well, she just wants to be friends.”

“Oh, death blow,” John B exhales. “I’m sorry, man.”

“I-I didn’t even see it coming,” Pope lifted and let his hands fall onto his stomach.

You pursed your lips, not knowing what to say. Thankfully, you didn’t because the duo that left had just come back, tossing beer your way. You almost didn’t catch yours, JJ threw it at you swiftly, and you glared at him to which he ignored you.

“What are you guys doing down here?” He asked. “Having a good cry?”

“Cry?” John B and Pope ask each other, “What are you talking about? We don’t cry.”

You were about to, seeing Kie wearing JJ’s sweater, the size overwhelming her frame. You popped open the can and sipped on it.

“You know it’s not your fault right?” She asks JB with a smile.

“You think she’ll come back?”

“She’s one of us,” She inhales smoke from a joint, no doubt she and JJ already started smoking.

He smiles to himself, “Sarah’s a pogue.”

~~~

“Y/n!”

A loud feminine voice yelled in your ear, you jolted awake, your hand swinging to hit whoever disturbed you.

“Woah, chill,” She steps back.

“What the fuck, Kiara,” You mumble into your pillow once you saw it was her.

“It’s Monday, we have school.”

You wanted to die, quickly and right now, in your sleep preferably. Your bed had never felt more comfortable, you felt like you had just closed your eyes and here this bitch was waking you from your slumber.

You physically could not open your eyes, they felt permanently shut. You felt yourself drift…

“Y/n!”

“Oh my god!” You cried out, “Okay, okay, I swear if John B and Jayj, aren’t getting the same treatment I’m suing.”

You rubbed your eyes, feeling your eyesight get better, you needed to wash your face. You changed into jeans and a grey cotton long-sleeve, the autumn air coming in, allowing you to wear your cozy clothing without dying of heatstroke.

You wobble your way to the bathroom about to open the door when it opens for you, your eyes widen before you as a familiar blond (who you still weren’t talking to) appears before you, you both switch places and you shut the door. You quickly freshened up and went back to your room, snatching up your bookbag from the floor.

“We have a geometry test in 30 minutes,” Pope informs John B, dragging him along and pulling JJ by his collar into the Twinkie.

You stayed behind, catching a ride with Kie, the both of you didn’t have a test in the morning and decided you can be late to first period and homeroom to buy some groceries.

Kie insisted she pays, she saw how empty the fridge was before she woke you up and wanted to do something about it.

“You seriously don’t have to do that,” You protest as she pulls out a credit card.

She gives you a look, “I can’t just let you guys starve, now c’mon let’s drop this off before we’re even more late.”

~~~

After school, with a full fridge, you eat a bowl of fruit you picked out at the store as Pope explains how Mr. Sunn pulled them into his classroom and gave them Denmark Tanny’s diary.

“August 15th set sail from Port-au-prince on calm seas.” Pope Reads, “Came upon the Spanish ship San Jose on fire, the entire deck was aflame and we could hear the screams of men trapped below. The Spanish Captain cared about only one thing; his valuable cargo, the Cross of Santo Domingo, and countless bars of gold.”

“Once the cargo was on board we went to help the crew but Captain Limberey ordered us to pull bayonets and not to let any of the Spanish crew on board. He robbed them and left them to die.”

“So it didn’t go down off Bermuda,” JJ confirmed.

“And it was a Limberey, stealing shit again,” Kie scoffed.

Pope nods, “This diary proves that both the gold and the Cross of Santo Domingo were on the Royal Merchant.”

“Why didn’t we find it in the well then?” JJ asked. “If Denmark was able to get this bedazzled cross off of the Merchant to shore, why didn’t he just hide it with the gold?”

“Because it was too big,” You piece his question together. “He had to hide it someplace else, obviously.”

“But where?” John B questions.

“Right before he was hung, Denmark said he’d buried the treasure at the foot of the angel,” Pope explains.

“I thought this was about the key,” JJ looks confused.

“Right, so what’s the connection?” Kie observes.

Pope repeats the line, “‘The path to the tomb begins in the island room.’”

“But what is the island room?” She rolls her eyes.

“You know what helps me figure shit out?” JJ hops up from his place on the couch on the porch, you hold your breath for what he was about to say, knowing it could be potentially catastrophic. “Smoking beers and drinking weed, the ideas just pour out of me.”

“I don’t think we need another one of your ideas,” You look up at him from your seat.

“Not like yours are any better,” He snaps back and continues his statement. “If we just sit here and try to figure this out, we’re gonna get nowhere, but if we get creative and go to this bonfire tonight… maybe we’ll get somewhere.”

“Or, just a perfect excuse to party,” You slump in your seat.

“Well, I just got disowned by my parents and I’m an official member of the I-have-nothing-to-lose club,” Kie pipes in, meaning she’s in.

“Pope?” JJ looks to him hopefully.

He sighs, “We’re so close.”

JJ kneels down in front of Pope, “Think about how much you could think if you just gave your brain a rest.”

John B, JJ, and Kie give him looks of encouragement, you didn’t even bother, still bitter at JJ, though you were down for a party you weren’t gonna tell him that.

Pope ends up conceding, the others bursting into cheers as they make plans to pre-game. You and your friends all take shots of some cheap vodka from a corner store that you all knew didn’t ID before heading to the bonfire.

~~~

Every year it was set in a small old abandoned amphitheater-like place, dozens of teens from all parts of the island, gathered here for a beginning of the year rager. Kind of like a last hurrah, though the last hurrah would have technically been the last one, point is- people went wild. In a good way.

Pope and Kie were in conversation, hopping out of the Twinkie, not looking back twice, you stayed with JJ and John B, thinking you and John B would at least stick together.

Of course, you were wrong, one of John B’s old hookups had been desperately begging for his attention, not even bothering to try to hide her obviousness.

JJ gave you one look before heading in another direction with a beer he was shotgunning.

You took a breath, letting the annoyance roll off you as you went in search of a drink, JJ would find a whore to fuck as John B would, Pope and Kie will go socialize and you would drink to drink yourself numb.

You bumped into a broad shoulder when trying to weave your way through people, you meant to apologize and move on but the guy who looked over his shoulder to see who had disrupted his conversation was cute. Really cute, forget about JJ for a whole night, cute.

You replaced the frown with a sheepish smile and softened your eyes to look at the boy through your lashes, “Sorry.”

“No harm done,” He turned his full attention to you. “What’s your name, Gorgeous?” His features made you want to say, ‘Whatever you want it to be’ but you held off.

“Y/n, nice to meet you…”

“James,” He hit you with a flirtatious smirk. ‘Another one whose name starts with J’ You willed away the urge your roll your eyes. The guy had dimples, and light brown eyes that weren’t usually your type but it complimented him well.

You spent a good 45 minutes talking to him, he made the conversation flow and was easy to talk to, you were surprised you hadn’t seen him around or heard about him but then again he was very much the ‘boy-next-door’ type.

He flirted like he was into you but it teetered the line of him just being a really nice dude. It frustrated you since you just wanted a good make out, have it lead to something else maybe, but you didn’t want to push and he wasn’t offering.

“I was thinking maybe a weekend when you’re not so busy with school, we could hang out?” He looked at you hopefully.

“I-”

“She can’t,” You felt the weight of JJ’s arm sling around your shoulder, pulling you into him as if you were naturally a part of him. You wriggled underneath him to get out of his hold but he didn’t budge, only pulling you tighter.

“Oh,” James' face faltered a little before brightening up again, “No worries then. It was nice talking to you, Y/n.”

It was over. He was too nice of a guy to argue with JJ who was close enough to indicate that there was something between you, even though that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

“Wait- James!” You groaned and hid your face in your hands feeling aggravated at the blond who had immediately slid his arm off your shoulders the minute the brunet was gone. You were in mourning for the sweet boy you had hoped to get to know more. “I hate you.”

“I send away one hopeless guy, and I get knocked down your list of favorite people?” JJ repeats the words you told him the other day before the big argument.

“No, you've been acting like the world’s biggest dick, that’s how you get knocked down my list.” You bump your shoulder against him as you shove past him and he walks after you. “Leave me alone.”

“No,” He persists.

“JJ, I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

“That’s fine because I wanna talk to you.”

You falter in my steps and my eyes narrow in thought, wondering what the hell was up with him and his quick change of emotions.

“I didn’t like you talking to that guy-”

“So what, you were jealous?” The nerve of this guy, “Was that what that was?”

He hesitates, “Y/n, I’m just trying to look after you.”

“I don’t need you to look out for me, JJ, Jesus!” My voice raises, “I don’t need you!”

“You almost died the other day, and I wasn’t there.”

“That’s not your fault as much as it wasn’t mine, but if you want to hide your feelings behind some bullshit, go ahead but don’t use me as an excuse. You can be Kiara’s knight in shining armor but not mine.”

“The fuck are you talking about?”

You felt the sting of tears hit the back of your eyes, this was not how tonight was supposed to go, “You and Kie. There is something there and while that’s still going on, you are not allowed to feel upset or jealous when I talk to a guy at a fucking party.”

“Y/n-”

Shouts were coming from the pit, people rushed towards the scene and you heard Sarah’s voice call out John B’s name. You sighed and looked at JJ who was already running into the mess of people.

Can there never be just one day, you glare into the dark sky. You had the keys of the Twinkie on you, John B mistakenly tossing them to you when you were all walking to the party.

You didn’t feel like dealing with whatever was going on, so while everyone was watching what you guessed was another fight, you took a therapeutic walk to the van. You started up the engine and crossed your legs on the dash of the passenger seat.

Your friends soon joined you, Kie went into the driver’s seat next to you, John B held a beer can up to his forehead on the seat behind you, Pope was across from him and JJ just walked up to the open side door.

“Well that was unexpected,” He crushes an empty can.

Kie turns her head to him with furrowed brows, “Was it?”

~~~

It was silent around the fire at the Chateau. You all took in the night, not knowing what else to do. What was supposed to be a distraction to help you all regain mental energy, just turned out to be more chaos that needed to be quieted.

With all that happened at the party, you sat the furthest away from JJ on the other end of where he was sitting, you tiredly leaned your head on John B’s shoulder, with your marshmallow on the end of a stick, melting in the fire.

That was until he started sporadically moving trying to get a bite of Kie’s s’more and your marshmallow fell into the pit. You pursed your lips, this night couldn’t get any worse.

“I have never hated you more,” You tell John B who left his seat and crouched on the other side of you for something.

“I’m stealing your marshmallow,” Kie warned Pope who protested.

“Hand me one, please?” You reach out to grab another marshmallow she stole.

John B tapped your back and told you all to shush, “Soembody’s here.”

“You don’t think Topper would…” Kie sets her stick down. “Do you have your gun?”

The five of your turn toward the rustling coming from the trees.

“Oh, now she wants the gun,” JJ’s tone accusatory as he recalls all the times Kiara scolded JJ for having the gun.

“Oh, now you don’t have the gun?”

John B calls out to the person in the trees, and lo and behold, it’s Limberey’s manservant- Renfield.

“You have got to be kidding me,” You whisper to yourself, thinking back on how you thought the night couldn’t get any worse.

The man comes out of hiding with his hands up in surrender, “Lovely evening we’re having.”

It definitely was not a lovely evening, especially not with him here, you all knew what he was here for. John B had tricked him and his boss into thinking they had the right key, Pope’s family’s key.

“Look, I don’t hold judges with any of y’all, alright?” He stops a couple of feet away from the group. “But this can go hard, or this can go easy, you know what I’m here for. Let me give you a little demonstration, you see that swing?”

He points to the swing you used to sit on in your childhood, JJ or John B would push you on it, sometimes pushing so far you would fly off.

“I got the best bow hunters in the Army Rangers with me,” He whistles sharply and an arrow comes flying through barely passing JJ’s nose and hitting the carved tree. “Now, they're out there, they’ll stick you just as soon as I say so.”

JJ moves to swing at Renfield with a long rusty piece of metal but he all too soon whistles and another arrow lands directly next to JJ’s foot.

The realization hits everyone at the same time it seems, you look at Pope sympathetically, these guys he brought with him were clearly good. If any of you had any tricks, one of you would get shot.

“I’m not gonna give you a countdown or any bullshit like that, I’m just gonna whistle.” He stood in front of Pope, tension was heavy as he held eye contact with Pope.

Your friend looked pained as he dug into the pocket of his shorts and brought out the key with the red string, “This key belongs to my family.”

“I’m losing patience with you, Pope,” Renfield brings his fingers to his lips as a threat.

Slowly, Pope hands it to the man.

“You did the right thing kid, knowing when you don't have a choice is an underappreciated talent,” he waves the key in front of Pope. “You be safe.”

You felt like you could finally breathe with him several paces away from you all now, but Pope looked like he was about to cry and you went after him as he stormed off.

~~~

Chapter 18

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somethingswift19 · 3 months

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What your Lana Song Is

| (a/n): Sorry for not posting the last two days I've been sick af. I'll be back to writing tomorrow. Until then here is this :)

Rafe: Million Dollar Man

Topper: Blue Jeans

JJ: Art Deco

Pope: Gods and Monsters

John B: West Coast

Kiara: Say Yes To Heaven

Sarah: This Is What Makes Us Girls

Kelce: National Anthem

Barry: Doin' Time

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imaginesandbandfiction · 2 years

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Dating the OBX Crew

Headcanons based on Taylor Swift albums

Pairing: John B Routledge x reader, JJ Maybank x reader, Pope Heyward x reader, Rafe Cameron x reader, Topper Thornton x reader, Kiara Carrera x reader, Sarah Cameron x reader

Word Count: 3.7K

Warnings: Alludes to some mild gay panic

Summary: What dating the kids from Outer Banks would be like, as told through Taylor Swift albums.

A/N: I had SO MUCH FUN with this!!! I have a few JJ fics that I'm editing that will be coming out soon, but I'm down to write for anyone from this show. Please let me know if you want dedicated fics based on anything from this list because I will write them all if you want me to, haha.

Masterlist

John B Routledge – Debut

Childhood best friends to lovers arc!!!

Your relationship would be super wholesome since you’re two years younger than him and you grew up together and your parents are friends so he wouldn’t want to move too fast (at least not at first)

You’re also best friends first so you have the most fun together

10% angst, 90% fluff

Top 3 songs: Mary’s Song, Our Song, I’m Only Me When I’m With You

Mary’s Song: Do I even need to explain this one??? Mini golf dates, front porch kisses, taking long drives in the Twinkie when he finally gets his license just because you can, play-fighting, ugh I can’t!!!! You’d get married on the beach (obvi) and everyone in the Cut would watch as you sail away on the HMS Pogue to your honeymoon. Your daughter was conceived on that boat, and John B swears he has never loved you more than when you’re holding her. He’s an amazing dad and wants another, like, immediately, but you convince him to wait a couple of years. His patience pays off, though, when you give birth to twin boys two-and-a-half years after your daughter was born. You raise your kids in a little house just a few blocks from your own childhood homes, and they are the cutest beach babies in the OBX.

Our Song: He would 100% sneak in through your window at night when everyone else was asleep, at first when you’re just friends and he wants to hang out with you but then when things become more and he misses you. Your relationship is defined by all of the mundane things about life in the Cut; sneaking out through broken screen doors, running barefoot on the beach, late-night swims, laughing 24/7. One day, when you’re driving with the windows down in his car, you ask him what your song is, and he tells you ‘everything,’ and it makes you melt into your seat.

I’m Only Me When I’m With You: Laying on the beach and stargazing, comfortable silences, home is anywhere you’re with him, you know everything about each other so you’d be super open and honest about everything and work through any fights or problems as a team because, at the end of the day, that’s what you are and what you’ve always been.

JJ Maybank – Red

You grew up on the Cut with the Pogues but had your own group of girlfriends so you weren’t always with them

You spent enough days (and nights) with them to know that JJ Maybank was no good for you, but you fell for his bright blue eyes and charming smile anyways

He’s a hothead so you’d probably have some big fights but you would always make up and your relationship would be stronger for it

30% angst, 70% fluff

Honestly, this whole album is just perfect but I’ll narrow it down I guess

Top three songs: Treacherous, State of Grace, Stay Stay Stay

Treacherous: This song describes what it feels like to fall in love with JJ. You know you shouldn’t, and he’s probably just going to break your heart, but it feels right. It’s exciting and you get swept up in his wild adventures and somehow you become best friends within the span of just a few weeks. He’s always showing up at your house early in the mornings to take you surfing, or late at night to smoke and then go get ice cream from the gas station. You let him take the lead and every day is something new and exciting.

State of Grace: It’s on one of your late-night adventures that he finally shoots his shot. You snuck into some Kook’s pool, and it’s dark but the moon is bright and it makes everything glow, especially JJ. His blond hair looks shiny and golden, and his blue eyes sparkle when he looks at you. He challenged you to a shotgun contest earlier, so both of you are feeling a little tipsy. You float on your back and pretend like you’re floating amongst the stars, and you babble about whatever random things come to your mind. JJ swims up to you and slips his hand in yours which makes your heart race. He pulls you towards him and you kick your legs back down so you’re upright. Your tip-toes barely bounce on the bottom, but JJ can stand, and he grabs your other hand to keep you from floating away. He pulls you in, slowly, with a cheeky grin on his lips, until you’re pressed up against him. His hands wrap themselves around your waist and his eyes flicker up and down from your eyes to your lips. When you whisper ‘kiss me,’ he does.

Stay Stay Stay: I read a fic inspired by this and it’s perfect but I can't find it so if you know it or wrote it please send it to me so I can link it! Your fights are mostly about stupid stuff, and JJ would 100% wear a football helmet to apologize to you, sort of as a joke but also just in case. He definitely loves to rile you up because he thinks you’re hot when you’re mad. Sometimes you think you guys just pick fights because making up is so fun.

Bonus! Starlight: Because you and JJ would absolutely go thrifting for fancy clothes and sneak into a Kook party. You’d get drunk on champagne and eat little finger foods, stumble around on the dance floor, and talk about all of your crazy dreams together. You’d end up getting kicked out and would walk home on the beach and look at the stars and plan out your whole future together.

Pope Heyward – Speak Now

You’re JJ’s sister so you’re technically off-limits but, really, what did JJ expect when he dragged you along everywhere he went. If you didn’t fall for Pope, it probably would’ve been John B

You’re the quieter, more studious sibling, so you and Pope have always gotten along, especially when the rest of the group is dreaming up some crazy scheme. You would make eye contact and just roll your eyes at each other

Pope likes having you around because at least someone understands his literary references and wants to discuss more academic topics. As much as he enjoys JJ’s philosophical high thoughts, he likes talking to someone with educated opinions and a wider worldview

5% angst, 95% fluff

Top three songs: Long Live, Mine, Innocent

Long Live: Despite the fact that you’re both pretty content to just read on the beach, you still get pulled into the Pogues’ crazy adventures. You never feel more alive than you do searching for gold, or running from the cops, with your best friends. Even before you start dating, Pope would always make sure you were keeping up, and he was the first one to offer a helping hand or encouraging words when you needed them.

Mine: You start studying at Heywards Seafood just to get out of your house, and when it’s slow, Pope will quiz you with flashcards or help you with your homework. Even when it’s busy, he would still make sure to check on you frequently and keep your soda full. He’d bring you your favorite food without you ever actually ordering, and he wouldn’t let you pay for anything. You fall in love in his parent’s little restaurant, during quiet afternoons, and eventually, you start keeping him company while he cleans up at the end of the night. He takes things slow because he knows you’re afraid of falling in love because of your dad, but he’s patient and helps you through it because you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

Innocent: You and JJ have gotten yourselves into lots of trouble just trying to survive with your father being who he is. You’ve done things you’re not proud of, and experienced the darker side of life that some lucky people never do, and yet, somehow, you’re still the most innocent person Pope knows. You’re so sweet and trusting, and instead of being paranoid and defensive (kind of like your brother can be, at times), you always give people the benefit of the doubt and are quick to forgive. Whenever things get just a little bit too dark, he’s always there to turn the light back on for you.

Rafe Cameron – Reputation

I mean, come on, it’s obvious

Your relationship is a hurricane. Intense, chaotic, and dangerous, but beautiful at the same time

Broken champagne glasses, screaming at each other in the middle of a party then having hot make up sex in the bathroom, being the hottest couple everywhere you go, glamorous dresses and designer suits crumpled on the floor

85% angst, 15% fluff

Top three songs: Ready For It?, So It Goes, New Year’s Day

Ready For It?: ‘Let the games begin’ is SO ACCURATE. Your family just moved to Figure 8 from NYC and you are the hot new it girl on the island. Rafe is obsessed immediately. You play hard to get for a bit, but then hook up one night in the bathroom at some fancy charity gala, and from then on it’s intense and messy. You’re both the jealous type, and you love making each other jealous. It’s like a game, you see how far the other person will let you get with someone else before they burst in and interrupt. Is it healthy? No. But it’s fun and the sex afterward is incredible.

So It Goes: This song describes the moment you realize you love Rafe. The two of you are at a club on the mainland and he’s playing your usual game, dancing with some hot 30-year-old. He makes eye contact with you over her shoulder and then whispers something into her ear. She kisses him, hard, and moves her lips across his jaw and down his neck. Instead of marching over to claim him, you slip into the hallway to the bathrooms and lean your head back against the wall, willing the tears not to fall. Eventually, he realizes something is wrong and he comes to find you. Her bright pink lipstick is smudged on his face and you lose it. Rafe catches you before you fall to the ground and holds you while you cry. When you calm down enough to be able to speak, you confess your feelings. He wipes your tears away and tells you he loves you too. You’re the only one he dances with for the rest of the night and your chemistry is so intense that no one in the club can take their eyes off you.

New Year’s Day: You’re the only one who ever gets to see his softer side. It doesn’t come out often, but you cherish the quiet, romantic moments when you get them. Cleaning up after his parties becomes one of your favorite things because he’s usually more subdued when he’s hungover. Clingy too. You laugh about the stupid things your friends did the night before while you pick up discarded bottles and sweep up glitter and confetti. It takes twice as long as it should to clean everything up because he’s always interrupting. He’ll take the broom from your hands and pull you in close, swaying to whatever music you’re listening to in the empty foyer. The juxtaposition of the remnants of last night’s debauchery and his pajama-clad body makes you giggle, and in these moments, you know you’ll stand by him through everything, whether he’s the king of Figure 8 or disowned from his family.

Topper Thornton – 1989

You’re a Pogue, he’s a Kook, can I make it any more obvious?

He’s not as unhinged as Rafe, so your relationship is less dramatic and more fun

Going golfing just to get drunk and race golf carts, dancing on tables at parties in Kook mansions, skinny dipping,

30% angst, 70% fluff

Top Three Songs: I Know Places, Style, Wildest Dreams

I Know Places: Your relationship is a secret, at first, and you take turns showing each other your favorite hidden spots in the OBX. You spend a lot of time on the mainland, too, and it’s there that some random Kook catches you shopping hand in hand a few months into dating. She posts it on her Insta story and by the time you make it home, everyone knows. A lot of people are very unhappy about it, and they are not shy about letting you know. When people yell things at you on the street, Topper turns toward you, shielding you from their view with his body. He’s always a little tense after that, ready to protect you at a moment’s notice. When things get to be too much, you grab his hand and run to one of your secret places where he can finally relax for a bit.

Style: Things die down eventually and people don’t care as much. Topper is lowkey a sugar daddy, not because he expects anything in return, but because he genuinely loves spoiling you. He loves taking you to Kook parties and coordinating your outfits and the two of you become the best-dressed couple in school (they even give you an award in the yearbook). You think it’s more about your attitude than the clothes, being in a Pogue/Kook couple and not hiding it, you need to have confidence and be above all of the petty high school drama. The whole vibe, cool clothes, and the way you are so openly happy and give no fucks about what anyone else thinks is just chef’s kiss.

Wildest Dreams: He gets into an Ivy League school and you’re going to UNC, and it throws you off. While your relationship was able to work in the OBX bubble, your insecurity and self-doubt get the better of you. There are going to be so many smarter, prettier, richer girls at his new school, and having a long-distance girlfriend is going to get old after a while, especially since you won’t be able to afford to visit him as often as he can visit you. He’ll grow to resent you (you just know it) so you decide that you need to end things before they get to that point, while you’re still in love with each other, so you can always remember your time together as happy and fun. After prom, he takes you to one of your favorite spots just to chill and you break up with him. You both cry, and he begs you not to do it, but you don’t budge. “I want you to remember me like this. In my prom dress, at sunset, with my makeup all done up and cheeks flushed with love.” You’d definitely get back together the summer after your freshman year, though, because both of you were lovesick all year.

Kiara Carrera – folklore

The gay cottagecore relationship of your dreams!!!!

She would be the most touch-feely girlfriend ever, always grabbing at you whenever you’re within arms reach

Braiding each others’ hair, secret kisses during sleepovers, looping your arm through hers whenever you’re walking anywhere, being iconic ‘best friends’

20% angst, 80% fluff

Top three songs: seven, betty, invisible string

Seven: The two of you used to be best friends in elementary school but you grew apart, mostly because her parents didn’t want her hanging around with Pogues anymore. You were so close that even at seven years old you knew something was different about Kie. You had other female friends, of course, but they never wanted to hold hands on the swings, cuddle at sleepovers, or say I love you whenever you had to leave each other. Nobody else knows, but Kie was your first kiss. It was sweet and innocent, it happened on the playground late at night, at the top of the jungle gym. The darkness hid your blush, and the two of you ran all the way home afterward, holding hands and niggling like maniacs. You think that her parents found out somehow because it’s shortly after that when her parents stop driving her over to the Cut for playdates.

Betty: You reconnect with Kie in high school, when you’re assigned to the same homeroom. Your heart skips a beat when she saunters into the classroom just seconds before the bell and slides into a seat in the very back row, laughing at something on her phone. When the teacher comes in, she shoves her phone in her pocket and looks to the front of the room where she meets your gaze and flashes you the biggest smile. She waits for you at the door of the classroom and throws an arm around your shoulders as you walk towards the science wing together, and just like that, your friendship is rekindled. It’s just as intense as it was when you were kids. She’s very touchy-feely, and every bit of your skin that she touches burns with electricity for hours afterward. It only takes a few months before she kisses you on the couch in her parents’ basement during a sleepover, and you feel like you’re going to pass out. That unlocks a whole new element of your relationship, and whenever you’re alone, you can’t keep your hands (or lips) off each other. You never label anything, though, so when you see her dancing with JJ Maybank just a little too close to be platonic, you feel like you don’t have the right to be upset. But you’re upset anyways. You avoid her for a few days, and then you hear from a girl in your Algebra class that Kie and JJ were making out at a kegger over the weekend. Weeks go by where you don’t talk to each other until she shows up at the party your brother throws when your parents are out of town and confesses her love for you in front of everybody. You don’t respond with words, just kiss her as if your life depends on it, and then she asks you to be her girlfriend. Again, you respond by kissing her.

Invisible String: Kie’s favorite thing to do is visit you at the ice cream shop just off the beach where you work. During the summers and school breaks, when the Tourons descend upon OBX like they own the place, it’s always busy, but in the in-between months, things are slow enough that she can spend your whole shift sitting on the counter. Over the free scoop she somehow always manages to charm you out of, she gives you the play-by-play of the ‘lost years’ (as she calls the years where you weren’t friends). She goes through every single time she saw you, and what she felt in those moments, what she dreamed about doing. You interrupt when you have your own stories to share, and the two of you decide that there’s some invisible force tying you together, that no matter what directions your lives could have gone in, you would always make your way back to each other.

Sarah Cameron – Fearless

The ‘I’m in love with my best friend’ cliche that pretty much every baby gay goes through

But you’re lucky enough that your best friend loves you back

Because you’re both Kooks, and there are expectations you need to live up to, it takes a while for you both to be comfortable with your feelings, but once you are, it’s like a fairytale come true

30% angst, 70% fluff

Top three songs: Fifteen, You All Over Me, Fearless

Fifteen: Sarah Cameron is your best friend in the whole world. You do everything together. When you finally get to high school, you’re both excited to wear makeup and flirt with the boys in your classes, and whenever things go south, you’re always there to comfort each other. You share every intimate detail of first kisses and sloppy hookups, but none of it fulfills you. One day, you connect the dots, and the shock nearly knocks you over, but you vow to keep it a secret forever, scared to lose your best friend.

You All Over Me: It’s Sarah who makes the first move, on one of your early-morning, sunset-chasing walks. It rained yesterday, so everything is damp and dewy, and the island smells fresh and rejuvenated. Everything is golden in the early-morning sun, and Sarah turns to you with her hair blowing in the breeze and her bright smile shining and she pulls you down to the sand and presses her lips to yours. It’s soft and slow and sweet, everything you’ve ever dreamed about and then some. When she pulls away and you open your eyes to see her eyes closed and a small smile on her lips, you forget to breathe. But then her smile fades and her eyes open, and she mumbles ‘I have to go,’ and runs off, back towards her house. You sit there, touching your lips, for what feels like hours, and you spend the next month trying not to think about Sarah as anything other than a friend (you fail).

Fearless: At Midsummer, you try and pretend like nothing is wrong so your parents don’t get suspicious, but you and Sarah are unusually quiet, standing on the edge of the party nursing your drinks instead of taking over the center of the dance floor like you usually would. Sarah’s parents try and push her and Topper together, and when they’re dancing to a John Legend song, tears prickle behind your eyes and you slip out the back doors of the country club. It’s storming out, which feels like a dark omen, so you huddle under the overhang above the door and try not to cry. You have no idea how long you stand there, shaking from both the cold rain and your sobs, but eventually, Sarah finds you. She runs out into the rain, which stains her perfect white dress with dark streaks, and confesses her feelings for you. When she finishes, she takes a deep breath and steps forward to hold out her hand to you. You take it, and she pulls you out into the rain with her where she spins you around wildly and then kisses you. You’re both smiling and giggling into the kiss, and you spend the rest of the night dancing in the rain with your new girlfriend.

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writingreadinglurkingandsmirking · 10 months

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Get Out Your Map - Kiara "Kie" Carrera x Reader

Dear Reader Duology: Part 1, Part 2

Summary: You have been overworking yourself for months now. Your girlfriend Kie has been watching you tear yourself in every direction at the expense of yourself. When work issues boil over, you are done. You need to get away. And you want Kie to come. But, Kie’s a bit confused and hesitant. You don’t exactly take that well, though. Not today.

Word Count: 3.5k+

CWs/TWs: She/her pronouns used, adult/profane language, relationship stress and fighting, being overworked girlie, mentions of harassment at work

Note: Did I rush this to get it out for pride? Yes. Did I still have fun? Yes. For the next of the Dear Reader duology installment we have our babygirl Kie! Happy pride to the Kie lovers I had to get this in under the wire for the WLW obx fans byeeeeeeeee

For the past four months, your girlfriend had been watching you work yourself down to the bone. And Kie was worried about you. Truly, she was. She hated watching as you ran yourself ragged knowing that there was nothing she could say or do to stop you. For years you two had been the closest of friends. But, you’d always kept her at arm’s length when it came to finances and independence. She thought that you getting together would change that. Then, she thought that your one-year anniversary would change it…then your second…then your third. But, it was just starting to register with her that you might never be even remotely willing to rely on her. For anything, it seemed like.

So, consistently she stewed in silent worry, taking every crumb of love and attention that you’d give her and returning it tenfold in the hopes that it’d help you relax and open up to her a bit. Unfortunately, even the best-laid plans can go awry. You didn’t take any form of the love she offered and use it as reassurance that she was there for you. Instead, she got exhausted assurances that you were fine, accompanied by borderline fake smiles that made her worry for you all the more.

Kie knew well that this stress would eventually have to come to a head. It always does. She was prepared for when it would. Or, at least that’s what she tried to tell herself. Yet, when you came home today, visibly shaking, clothes from your serving job absolutely filthy, and looking somewhere between distraught and furious, she was caught off guard. She knew that you could’ve kept going with pretending everything was fine more or less forever. Throughout your school days, she watched you spend entire academic years just pushing through. Throughout college she watched you turn off your brain almost entirely during the semester. So she knew well that you could’ve—and would’ve—just kept your head down, nose to the grindstone, and continued on. Because of that, she also knew that something big had to have happened for you to show up in such a distressed state.

“Babe,” Kie said, voice cautious and surprised at the same time. She froze from her spot on the couch watching you walk in, face blank.

“Don’t,” you said, voice monotone, not even displaying the exhaustion that she was sure you were feeling. You started to walk stiffly and swiftly to your shared bedroom. Kie followed not even two full steps behind you, pushing the door so you couldn’t close it before she entered. You gave her a firm look, voice warning. “Kiara. Don’t.”

Oh. You’d whipped out her full name. Something fucked had definitely happened. She intended to find out.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, fairly gentle in her probing. “What happened?”

“I quit,” you replied plainly, voice flat.

Kie’s eyes bulged in surprise, her mouth falling open in surprise. “What do you…huh?” she asked, struggling to fully grasp the words that had come out of your mouth.

“I. Quit,” you repeated, voice harsher this time. “I walked out and I’m never going back to that stupid fucking place. And I have to go to the sheriff’s office in the morning.”

Immediately, Kie grabbed your hand to stop you from moving and walking away from her. She looked at you seriously, even more concerned now. “Babe, please tell me what happened,” she said, reaching out to stroke your face. You pulled away and Kie sighed, frustrated, saying your name halfway between a plea and a curse. “I want to help you. I need you to trust me.”

“I do trust you!” you snapped back. “I just need a fucking minute!” You ran your hands down your face, even angrier than she was. “And I need to get out of these filthy clothes and shower!”

Kie clenched her jaw, swallowing her anger down. She knew that if she pushed you too far that not only would you clam up, but you’d run away. Or push her away. Either way, she wasn’t willing to risk it. She cared about you way too much. And she needed to be sure that you were actually going to be okay. So, patience was the game here. And she was going to play it until your stubborn ass talked to her. She could do it. She had before. She had no doubt that she’d have to again. And, most importantly, she knew you’d do the same for her.

“Okay,” Kie granted. She took a half-step forward, gently raising your hand to her lips for a kiss. “I’m sorry.” She saw you deflate at her apology. “I love you.”

You sighed, eyes closing. “You don’t have to apologize. You didn’t do anything, Kie,” you muttered. “I love you.” You pulled away from her. “I’ll talk to you when I’m cleaned up, okay?”

Habitually, Kie nodded. “Okay,” she agreed. “But you don’t have to if you don’t want to, still.”

“I know,” you said, turning to the bathroom and walking in.

You shut the door quietly behind you and Kie waited for a few moments until she heard the water from the shower flick on. Then, she exited your bedroom. Kie drifted into your shared kitchen and started making some tea for the both of you knowing damn well that you’d say it was too late for you to be drinking coffee if you wanted to get any sleep tonight. She waited as patiently and calmly as she could manage until she heard you emerging from the bathroom and then, a bit later, your bedroom into your living room. Kie brought two mugs over, setting one in front of you, and looked at you, face neutral and open to keep you from shutting down on her. You looked at her and sigh.

“Kie, love, you don’t have to wear kid gloves to talk to me,” you said, reaching out to grab her hand. You squeezed it and mimicked her earlier move by raising the hand to your lips and pressing a gentle kiss there.

“I’m not,” Kie said, lying through her teeth—and doing it poorly. You gave her a flat look. “Okay, maybe I am. I’m just worried about you.” Kie scooted closer to you, laying one hand behind you on the couch, legs tangling with yours. When your hand moved down to rub her leg absent-mindedly, she knew that you were at least relaxed enough for her to ask the question again. “What happened? Why’d you quit, babe? Are you…are you okay?”

You sighed and leaned back against the couch, hand stopping its movement, simply resting on her leg, and just looked at your girlfriend for a moment, face troubled. And that just worried her more. You’d always hated working at the steakhouse, Kie knew that well considering you’d been working there since the end of your high school days. The steakhouse was frequented by pretty much exclusively Kooks, more often the wealthiest and most asinine of them, and most often when they were striking up stupid and sometimes evil business deals. So, yeah, the steakhouse was obviously an unpleasant place to be. But, the steakhouse was also where you pulled in the majority of the money that you made. Not only did they actually pay you a, gasp, borderline livable wage before tips, but the tips themselves were often extravagantly good. So, to give that up, the bad had to be far outweighing the good.

“Mr. Johnson was coming in, right? And he only lets me serve him now because he hates everyone else and the way that they make his drinks. No big deal because he’s always been nice to me—you know that I like him, he’s a…pretty nice old guy. But, today, Mr. Johnson brought in a new business partner. Some asshole from the mainland,” you said, looking down at your lap now instead of at Kie. “And he was making some…off-color remarks. But, hey, I’m used to that, you know? So it wasn’t that big of a deal. Not really.” You blew out a sigh and shook your head. “But then he grabbed my arm and he tried to pull me into his lap. While I was carrying a tray of food.”

“What the fuck?” Kie demanded, already angry and knowing it would only get worse from here.

“Naturally, it spilled because uhhhh some dipshit fucking grabbed me,” I said. “So that’s why my clothes were fucked. And the guy’s clothes were messed up too. So then he was pissed and screaming at me like I did something wrong. He was saying everything under the damn sun, this, that, the other about me being stupid, incompetent, the works. And Mr. Johnson started telling him off but then my manager came over and it just…escalated.” You shook your head, brow pinched in irritation and upset.

“Babe,” Kie said, trailing off, frowning.

You let out a shallow laugh. “No, it still gets worse,” you assured her, a faux smile on your face. “Because the manager came over and even though Mr. Johnson was actively telling off his potential business partner, his stupid ass business partner started spouting shit off to my manager. Obviously, it was fucking Max on today and not Caleb, so it was worse than it even would’ve been. So Max started to…berate me in the middle of the floor, very fucking loudly. And he wouldn’t stop even when Mr. Johnson tried to make him. And then it just kept escalating and the store owner came over and joined the fray. And now everyone’s screaming at each other and I’m just stuck in this group of crusty old white men just yelling and I’m upset trying not to cry. And it’s the fourth time in a month that someone’s tried to pull some shit like this.”

You raked your hands down your face in frustration and Kie felt her heart stutter in her chest. She knew you wouldn’t get upset just over some stupid guy grabbing you. Not anymore. You were horrifyingly used to being objectified from so many years in the service industry. Kie reached out, rubbing your shoulder soothingly, trying to make sure that she wasn’t looking at you with the intense level of worry that she was feeling, knowing damn well that she was barely succeeding in that endeavor.

“So I’m like it can’t get worse, right? Like I’m actively thinking that to myself. Well, I was wrong. Because then the fucking jackass reaches over and backhands me in the fucking face,” you said, voice hot with anger.

“He assaulted you?” Kie asked, horrified and righteously furious.

“He fucking did,” you confirmed, turning your face. And now that you weren’t actively hiding from her, she could see the faint outline of a hand on your cheek. “But he hit like a bitch, luckily, so I’m like…fine. But then because he did that, Mr. Johnson was about ready to strangle the man. Even Max started yelling at this guy and ran off to call the cops. And then other people at the restaurant had to step in because the guy kept trying to step to me. And by that point, I was ready to beat his ass, so then two other servers were trying to get me back while everyone was trying to make sure this loser didn’t make a run for it.” You groaned and shook your head. “I swear to fucking God, Kie…just such a fucking mess. Then Shoupe showed up, obviously, and it turned into an even bigger thing. And then…seven thousand years later I finally got to come home.”

“Why do you have to go to the station in the morning then?” Kie asked, confused.

“Another statement, I guess,” you muttered, shrugging. You leaned heavily back and gave her a half-smile. “Wanna know how I quit though?” Her brow furrowed and she nodded. You let out a tiny laugh and Kie saw a spark of actual amusement in your eyes, which relaxed her just a touch, just enough to listen. “I shouldn’t say I quit. I should say that Mr. Johnson quit for me.”

“What do you mean?” Kie asked, turning her head, looking not unlike a confused puppy for a second.

You smiled at her. “After the cops left, Max looked at me and he was like ‘Oh go home and relax the rest of the night and come back tomorrow with your head on straight at four to make up for the hours you’re missing’ or some bullshit. And Mr. Johnson glared at this man and said, and I am quoting him here ‘If you think she’s coming back, you’re stupider than I ever thought, Max, which is impressive because you’ve had the intellect of a bowling ball since you got that fourth concussion playing high school football.’”

Kie snorted at the words and you two looked at each other with your eyes sparkling in amusement. “Holy shit,” she giggled.

“I know,” you said, smiling. “And then he said that I wouldn’t be coming back tomorrow or the day after or the day after or again to work for the steakhouse because I would be working for him. So…guess I got a new job?” You gave your girlfriend a half-smile. “Upgrades, am I right?”

Kie made a noise of surprise at the news. It was shocking that the man would actually offer you a job just like that. But, Kie supposed that when she really thought about it, it did make sense. Everyone on the island knew Mr. Johnson as a crotchety, no-nonsense businessman that you only went to if you needed to get things done. He hated pretty much everyone, you’d been wholly right in that. And he accepted only perfection. But, he absolutely adored you. Had since the first time you served his table at the steakhouse at the ripe old age of seventeen. And now, many a year later, he still adored you. Secretly, Kie thought you probably reminded him of the daughter he’d never had but would’ve wanted and that’s why he went to that stupid steakhouse so often, but she’d never said as much to you.

“That’s great, babe. Are you gonna actually take the job?” she asked.

You nodded, leaning your head back to look at her. “Yeah,” you said, “and said he’d have me start in two weeks and that I should take the time to rest up…go on vacation…enjoy myself a little bit because then we’ll hit the ground running.”

“Sounds like him,” Kie said, nodding in return.

“What do you think?” you asked.

“About the new job?” Kie asked.

“About going on vacation,” you corrected. “About taking a week away with me.”

A look of shock took over Kie’s face. She looked at you with undisguised confusion, brow furrowing. “What do you mean? Now?” she asked. You were always crazy responsible with money and time and had slowly but surely embedded those same qualities into Kie. “Is that…is that a good idea?”

You raised an eyebrow. “How would it not be?” you asked, the amusement fading from your voice. You sat up slightly, hand falling from her leg to look at her. Kie immediately knew that she’d made a misstep with her words and silently cursed herself for it. “I got assaulted, had to lose a job that I’ve been at for a long time, and have to deal with the goddamn cops again after years of not having to deal with their shit since everything calmed down…and you think me taking a break wouldn’t be a good idea?” You shook your head, face pinched in frustration. “Really, Kiara?”

“That’s not what I meant,” Kie said, unable to help the defensive inflection of her voice.

Equally unable to help yourself, you gave her a mocking sort of look. “Listen, I know that I’ve never had enough money to live on the nice side of the island, Kie, but I can afford a vacation for a week,” you said.

“I never said that,” Kie argued. “I never even implied that! Ever!”

“It’s not hard to guess what you meant, Kiara!” you snapped back.

Kie grit her teeth, saying your name in a low, warning tone. “Just because you’re pissed at me, doesn’t mean that you get to take it out on me.”

“Oh, is that what I’m doing?” you asked sharply, rising from the couch, putting space between the both of you.

“Yes! It is! And considering how much I’ve tried to be there for you the past four months while you worked yourself to the bone and acted like our relationship wasn’t even a top-five priority? I really don’t appreciate it,” Kie retorted, more than a little pissed off now, clenching and unclenching her fists in a desperate ploy to alleviate some of her overwhelming feelings. It did nothing to sort out the anger and hurt swimming in her chest from your words. You looked stunned by her words and that only served to piss her off more. “What? Do you not like that for one second I’m being honest with you right now?”

“You know what I don’t need right now?” you snapped. “Shit from my girlfriend! Especially after the shitty four months that I’ve had and after just getting assaulted by some fucking guy and I have to go to the police station in the morning.”

Your name fell sharply from Kie’s lips before she could control her tone. “You know damn well that’s not fair,” she said, warning. She felt her heart clenching in her chest, unable to understand how this stupid fight was escalating so much so quickly when she was literally only worried about you. “I’m not giving you shit. Me caring about you isn’t giving you shit. Don’t put that on me.”

“I’m going to the mainland tomorrow after I’m done giving my statement to Shoupe. Come with me or don’t,” you said coldly. “I don’t care. But I’m taking this goddamn vacation that I have more than earned. And I am getting the fuck away from this island so I can actually reset for once in my goddamn life, Kiara.” You stalked over to the door, pulling it open. “I’m gonna go stay at a hotel for the night. One that I can, you know, afford to spend money on for one night.”

Kie sighed, hurt and frustrated and tired all at once. “Babe don’t go,” she said. “We have to talk about this. Don’t run away from me.”

“I’m not running,” you all but hissed. “I’m taking a break before we both say things we’ll regret.”

Angry but worried, Kie rose to her feet and followed you to the door, grabbing your hand before you could storm away. You looked at her, eyes colder and harder than ice. “You mean more to me than this fight,” Kie said bluntly. “I love you. And I’m still worried.”

For a moment, just one, you paused, eyes softening. But, then they hardened again and you pulled away. “I love you too,” you said stiffly. “And I still need space. Don’t worry about me.” You glanced back at her after grabbing your bag from the table near your door, keys and all. “I’ll say goodbye before I go tomorrow.”

“Babe…please,” Kie said, pleading.

“I have to go,” you said, refusing to look at her before you left your shared place, gently shutting the door behind you.

Every ounce of Kie wanted to throw the door open and follow after you. Every ounce of her wanted to bring you into her arms and comfort you from the absolute bullshit that you’d been going through. But, she knew better. She knew you wouldn’t take it well. And she knew that she didn’t have the patience to do it right, not really. So, instead, she numbly walked back over to the couch and sat. She sat and worried over the possibilities of where you were at, if you were safe, and if you were actually that angry with her. She worried about if you were okay, if you would have proper support for what happened today without her, and if you would even talk to anybody about how you were feeling or what had happened.

And, the thing that occupied most of her haunting thoughts, she worried about the state and future of your relationship. She loved you. She didn’t want to lose you. Without much thought, she pulled out her phone and opened the Maps app. Perhaps it was time to get out of her head, out of her worries that you’d helped instill in her in the first place and just enjoy time with you. Perhaps a vacation was what you both needed. Perhaps that’d fix things.

She only had a few hours to decide, but, decide she would.

Were you worth it?

Yes…in every life, in every world, yes.

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luvrgrl07 · 4 months

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The Kiara tag being filled with JJ and Rafes stank asses pisses me off so bad. Then those fuck ass writers who have the audacity to get mad at you bc they’re “exposure tagging” NO ONE READS THIS TAG GO AWAY!!!!! Also it’s literally almost every single fic in the tag being about rafe or jj, that’s ridiculous tags exist for a reason.

#fic rec #fic recommendation #Kiara Carrera x Reader #Kiara x reader #kie x reader

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mclintocksdaughter · 1 year

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Imagine introducing the pogues to cowboy culture. You teaching them about rodeos, cowboys, cowgirls, cattle, horses, and livestock shows. You taking them to rodeos and bringing them onto a ranch. Introducing them to country music and taking them to a concert. You also teach them about the hat rule.

#pogues x reader #obx imagine #sarah cameron #john b routledge #jj maybank #pope heyward #kiara carrera #outer banks #jj maybank x reader #john b x reader #john b x sarah #pope x reader #kie x reader #sarah x reader #kie x pope

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starshipsofstarlord · 1 year

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Going to Pride with Kiara for the First Time Would Include…

So you had kept your relationship with Kie on the down low beforehand

Not because you were embarrassed but you aware that it would draw a lot of eyes and you weren’t one for attention

Though despite that, as you were about to join in on the crowd, your girlfriend Kiara held your hand

She was proud to show you off to everyone there; and help you flow among the crowd

When she saw the smile on your face, it certainly made her day. You were in awe of how many people in OBX were in the LGBT community

There were flags representing various sexualities, and your woven crop top represented the colours of your own

Taking a Polaroid camera with you so that you could capture moments to keep forever

It would be held at the boneyard, during the day time when it wasn’t busy

Weaving each other matching bracelets out of recyclable materials and when putting them on each other kissing your/her wrists

It wasn’t a long celebration, however afterwards you and Kie would go the Wreck to get a bite

And when you get there her father has pinned rainbow flags against the walls, knowing that the two of you were going to arrive sooner or later and wanting to show the two of you and every one else his support

Sharing a large sundae and some fries, even feeding each other a little

Spending the night at Kie’s and putting the Polaroid photos on her walls among all of the pictures of the two of you and the other pogues

Cuddling in bed and talking enthusiastically about the day the two of you shared and then falling asleep in each other’s arms with smiles on your faces

#kiara carerra x reader #kie x reader #kiara carerra x you #Kiara carerra imagine #obx imagine #obx headcanon #kiara x reader #Kiara x you #outer banks headcanons #outer banks imagine #outer banks one shot

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taloumina · 1 year

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You, Me, and the Sea Turtle

Kiara "Kie" Carrera/Female Reader

Fluff

Spoilers: light spoilers for season 1, episode 6

Summary: You surprise Kiara with a “just because” gift.

When I was watching the first few episodes of season 1, I really thought Kiara was queer. Honestly, I would've loved to see her in a queer relationship!

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“Our planet is fucked.”

“So fucked,” you agreed, sitting with Kiara on an outdoor bench.

She glanced up at you from your shoulder where she was resting her head. “So what’re we gonna do about it?”

In a nonchalant tone, you suggested, “We can always kidnap some rich Kooks and force them to actually put their money where their mouths are.”

Kiara groaned. “God, the amount of good–real good–that Kooks could do if they weren’t so obsessed with all the wrong things, like making themselves richer… I wouldn’t feel guilty at all for bankrupting them. Don’t tell JJ about this, by the way, or else he’ll call me a hypocrite for never agreeing to his Kook-kidnapping schemes.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t, and neither would I,” you told her. “Might even be fun watching their fellow Kooks turn against them when they’re broke as hell.”

“It’d be the Hunger Games, only Kook style!”

You burst out laughing. “Oh my god, Kie! If any cops could hear us right now…”

“We’d be so fucked!”

You laughed like a crazy couple, and when you were calm again, you said, “Okay, so I know we’re not big on gift giving, and it’s not a holiday, but I made you something.”

“Made?” Kiara echoed, watching you lean over to reveal the gift bag you’d been hiding out of sight.

“Yeah.” You hold it out for her, nervous now that this was actually happening. After weeks of working on it, you were finally giving her her gift.

“I, um… hope you don’t mind the plain brown bag.”

“Please,” Kiara said encouragingly. “I’d take one of these any day over some colorful crap.”

Seeing her smile eased your mind some, but any remaining worry in you was enough to twist your stomach as Kiara opened the bag. She gasped, pulling out a handmade stuffed animal she easily identified.

“A sea turtle?”

“Is it okay?” you asked.

“More than okay–it’s perfect!” Kiara brought you and the turtle in for a hug and only pulled away to ask, “Where did you even learn how to make this? Have you been hiding a secret talent from me all this time?”

“I wish,” you said, laughing again. “YouTube taught me everything!” You lightly touched the turtle. “I remember when you told me about saving baby sea turtles with Sarah, and I know you guys are cool now, but that story stuck with me, and I…” You shrugged and shook your head. “I just thought I’d–I don’t know–turn it into a stuffed animal you could remember it by. Does that sound stupid?”

“No, no way is that stupid! I mean, look at this face!” Kiara lowered her head to the turtle’s level and turned puppy-dog eyes on you.

“Like twins,” you teased, and if you were still worried about her hating her gift, then you definitely weren’t anymore. “I’m really glad you like it, Kie.”

She sat back, holding the turtle in her hands. “(Name), I love it, thank you.” A smile curved her lips as she pat the turtle’s shell. “This right here is way better than anything mass-produced you could’ve found on a shelf.”

“Made with sustainable materials, too,” you added proudly, “and one other thing. Guess what it is?”

Kiara tapped her chin in feigned thought. “Hmm, does it involve the word love?”

“And if I say it does?”

“Then I’d do this.” Kiara kissed you, and neither she nor you were bothered by the fact that the turtle was still there.

The three of you were happy to sit and enjoy the day together.

#x reader #female reader #reader-insert #outer banks #obx netflix #kiara carrera x reader #kie x reader #obx x reader #kiara carrera imagines #kiara carrera

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jj-maybank123 · 1 year

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Hey! I’m a new account! I recently saw Outer Banks and I am obsessed. I will be writing for any of the characters so send requests!!

#outer banks #john b x reader #jj maybank x reader #pope x reader #outer banks imagine #kie x reader #rafe cameron x reader

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p0gue420 · 1 year

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When I started “live a little” I was in 8th or ninth grade I believe …..I’m now in 11th. And have zero motivation to finish it tbh I apologize to everyone who has waited for the parts. I will leave those parts up but my requests are now open. For imagines. I probably won’t start any more series just because of how much I’ll pressure myself and lose the fun of it but I really want to write again. SO MY REQUESTS FOR OUTERBANKS AND THE 100 ARE OPEN TO IMAGINES. I do not do SMUT anymore as it makes me uncomfortable.now that I’ve actually experienced sex I’m not the horny little preteen I was at the time I was writing smut lollll. Anyway please please please send request I will be clearing my inbox so if there is a request in the past you’ve made or want to make do it now!!! I will start writing next week I want to get a good print together and start strong.

* please be descriptive in detail of what you would like to happen in the story, setting, trope. And so on. Just don’t want to mess up your visions !!! Requests starts now!!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️

#jj maybank x reader #john b x reader #kie x reader #outerbanks #pope x reader #obx fic #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank #sarah cameron #sarah cameron x reader #sarah cameron x reader x john b #bellamy x octavia #bellamy x reader #the 100 bellamy #the 100 #octavia #Bellamy imagines

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lvstcd · 1 year

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physical touch ⟶ jj maybank x gn!reader

REQUEST: "can you please do a pic where jj and the reader are in school and he plays with her fingers all day long like writes his name on her palm with his fingers please😭"

A/N: this is so fucking cute. omg i want this so bad.

SUMMARY: jj loves physical touch when it comes to you, and he shows it often.

WARNINGS: none

GENRE: fluff, drabble

WORD COUNT: 234

(gn = gender neutral) not edited!!

lower case intended

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YOU and jj sat in the library holding hands while you were studying for a test that was coming up in a couple of days. jj, not caring for his schooling, sat there fiddling with everything he could land his eyes on.

your pens, your notebooks, your hair, your necklaces, your laptop, his hair, his necklace, his rings, everything. eventually, all of that bored him and he started fiddling with your fingers, holding your hand close to his lips and pecking soft kisses on your knuckles, tracing where he drew smiley faces earlier, and muttering soft "hi , what are you working on?, i love you"s to you.

after he got bored of fiddling with your fingers, he grabbed your red pen from your bag and gently forced your hand to lay flat on the table, palm up.

"what are you doing, jay?" you whisper, taking your eyes off of your notes. he looks at you with a smile and soft eyes. you watched as he wrote his name in your palm with a small heart next to it. you giggled and kissed his cheek before going back to your notes.

"sunshine?" he asked 5 minutes later.

"hm?"

"can i draw small hearts on your hand?" you nodded and smiled at him. he smiled widely and took off, drawing the smallest red hearts he could all over your hands, kissing each one after he finished.

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TAGLIST: @pappydaddy @slytherinambitious @instabull

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somethingswift19 · 3 months

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Hello!!

Hey!! Requests are open! Right now I am only doing OBX but will add more options soon!!

#obx #obx fanfiction #rafe x reader #rafe x y/n #rafe cameron #jj mayback x reader #jj outerbanks #jj x y/n #jj maybank fanfic #kie obx #kiara carrera #kie x reader #kiara x reader #sarah cameron #sarah cameron x reader #john b routledge #john b x reader #john b obx #john b x y/n

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rubiehart · 1 day

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helping kiara prepare for a night alone with pope.

what started as an innocent conversation between two girlfriends about how one was scared to possibly lose her virginity in the coming few days, somehow ended up with kiara now laying down against the pillows spread against your headboard, hair splayed around her as she knaws on her thumbnail anxiously, one hand gripping the sheets as she watches you rifle around in your underwear drawer for something.

“got it!” you say, as casual as ever, walking back over to the bed with a purple dildo clutched in your hand, like this was the most normal think for you two to be doing. kiara gulps and her eyes meet yours nervously, a smile cracking onto her face. “i doubt pope’s that big.”

you nod and laugh along with her. “true. better to be safe than sorry.”, the nervous expression back on her face as her eyebrows draw together, taking in the sheer size. “im kidding, chill.” you say like it was obvious.

“we don’t have to do this.” you smile reassuringly and she shakes her head, curls rearranging on the cotton pillow. “i want to.” you nod as she starts to drag her shorts down her long, toned legs, trying not to stare as she does so.

“y’ wanna do it yourself?” you offer the toy into her palm and she pushes it back into your fist, shaking her head. “no, i’ll chicken out.” she giggles nervously and you nod, puffing air out of your nose as your eyes zero in on her sticky cunt.

you reach forward to part her sticky lips, she hisses quietly as the cold air hits her wetness, you look up at her face to gauge her reaction but her eyes are already on yours. “ready?” you hiccup out, cheeks heating up as she nods, her body noticeably stiffening as she grips the sheets beneath her with both hands, eyes squeezed shut. “mhm.”

you nod and let the mushroom tip meet her dripping entrance, pushing from the base to see just how tight she was. very, it seemed. you kept two fingers on her puffy lips, keeping them apart to keep a good view on her cunt.

you run the silicone through her sticky folds, strings of arousal sticking to the toy until the tip catches against her. “relax, you’re too tight.” you mumble out and she breathes in deeply, loosening up a little as her little cunt sucks in the thick tip.

“s-shit.” she whimpers out, head thrown back as you edge the toy further in, the slide becoming easier as you get past the initial restistance, her puffy cunt practically swallowing the toy whole. her soft whimpers don’t stop until the silicone is pushed in to the hilt, you keep a soft hand on the base, pushing gently against how her tight pussy is trying to push the toy out.

“god. it’s so big..” she says quietly, her legs spreading a little further on instinct as she whimpers quietly, the toy clearly too big for her, the tears in her eyes being evidence for her discomfort.

your eyes flick up to her face, and back down to her stuffed pussy, “you okay?” you question, your hand absentmindedly massaging her thigh to help with her discomfort.

“yeah.. i think so.. is it all the way in?” she asks shyly, looking down between her legs to see the toy submerged to the hilt. “yeah.” you giggle, and she giggles too. “feels weird.” she comments and you nod with a soft smile. “does it hurt?” you ask and she shrugs her shoulders. “it did at first, m’ getting used to it.”

you nod and fix your eyes back on her cunt, her arousal dribling from the silicone, coating the sheets underneath her. she huffs out a breath she seemed to be holding and her eyes opened again. “can we try something else, y’know, to practice for pope?”

#kiara carrera blurbs #first time writing for kie kinda nervous…#kiara carrera smut #kiara obx #kiara carrera #kie obx #jj maybank #jj maybank smut #jj maybank blurb #jj maybank obx #jj x reader #jj obx #outer banks #john b obx #john b routledge #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank headcanon #jiara smut

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writingreadinglurkingandsmirking · 10 months

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Pick Somewhere And Just Run - Kiara "Kie" Carrera x Reader

Dear Reader Duology: Part 1, Part 2

Summary: Still reeling from the fight you got into with your girlfriend, you’re not letting that deter you from going on vacation. You need this. You do. But, when you see her again, you remember all you want is her. But, like she always does, Kie reminds you that all she cares about is you.

Word Count: 2.1k+

CWs/TWs: She/her pronouns used, adult/profane language, relationship stress and fighting, being overworked girlie, making up and going on vacation with your baby

Note: Happy end of pride beloveds. As pride month slowly comes to a close, I send us off with a last WLW hurrah (for now) for our girl Kie

Waking up in a motel alone was about as depressing as you’d imagined it would be.

You slept like shit. You felt like shit. For a lot of reasons. Your slightly swollen cheek from being struck by a random man was a part of it. Your entirely overworked everything was also part of it. But, the biggest portion of feeling like shit was from the fight you’d had with your girlfriend Kie the day before. You sat up and looked at your phone, unsurprised to see no texts from Kie as of yet. But, you did see some other messages. A few from coworkers, a few from friends. You sighed and threw the phone down on the bed, dragging yourself out of it, feeling much like a zombie.

You took your time getting ready, feeling a pool of dread in your stomach. You knew that you were going to have to go to the sheriff’s office like you’d told Kie the day before. It caused a well of anxiety in your stomach that you did your best to quell. But, considering your previous experiences with the sheriff’s office when you and your friends were in high school, you couldn’t shake the sickly feeling of stress. When you checked out of the motel, you headed to the sheriff’s station with trepidation in every move.

“Thanks for coming in,” Shoupe said, greeting you upon your arrival. “We’re gonna make it nice and easy for you. Just gonna give us your statement in writing and we’ll talk about if you want to press charges or not.” He looked behind you. “Is Miss Carrera gonna be coming back with you?”

“No,” you replied robotically, shaking your head. “Kie’s at home.”

“Do you want us to wait for her? To call her?” he asked, far more patient than you’d ever expected to see him.

“No,” you replied, shaking your head again. “I want to get this over with, Shoupe.”

He sighed. “If you’re sure,” he granted. “Come on back.”

He led you to a nicely furnished, inviting-looking interview room. It made your whole body tense, even if it should’ve relaxed you. You’d seen enough rooms in this station to know what most interview rooms looked like. The furnishings didn’t change what the room was. Shoupe watched like a hawk as you sat down and started drumming your nails against the table. He slid papers and a pen over to you.

“We just need you to write down what happened in as much detail as you can remember, okay?” he said gently. “You’re not in any trouble.”

“I’d hope not, considering I’m the one who was assaulted,” you said dryly, picking up the pen he’d provided. You looked down at the empty sheets and sighed. “Fine.” You began scribbling words onto the page as quickly as you could manage, getting all the details down. After what felt like an eternity of writing, you shoved the papers back over to Shoupe. He went through the needlessly long process of parroting everything back, then getting you to say it on record on a camera, then asked if you wanted to press charges. You scoffed. “I don’t have sue-a-millionaire money, Shoupe. No.”

“You don’t need to have sue-a-millionaire money to sue this guy,” he said. You rolled your eyes. He said your name sternly. “This is serious. This man assaulted you and berated you. And from what Mr. Johnson has told us, he’d be more than willing to foot legal bills.”

Blowing out a sigh, you looked away. “Do I have to tell you today?” you asked begrudgingly.

“No,” Shoupe said. “We’d have some time for you to decide.”

“Great. Then I’m leaving and going on a vacation. And I’ll tell you when I come back,” you said, rising to your feet.

Reluctantly, Shoupe agreed to let you go without you telling him you wanted to press charges then and there. Clearly, the man was eager to get this guy for what he’d done…for some reason. But, after accepting you wouldn’t be doing that today, he assured you that he’d keep you aware of everything ongoing with the man while he was on the island. You gave a half-hearted acknowledgement of that promise and then practically fled the station, praying you wouldn’t have to see it again any time soon.

In the privacy of your own car, you laid your head against the steering wheel, shaking your head. You took a moment, not quite ready to go home yet, and texted your friends and…now ex-coworkers back to assure them you were alright and everything was great even though it obviously wasn’t and wouldn’t be. Mercifully, after responding, you convinced yourself to put your phone on Do Not Disturb. Only then could you bring yourself to drive home. Halfway there, you felt stress curling in your stomach and had to pull over to calm yourself down. After ten minutes of hyping yourself up to literally just go home, you forced yourself through to finish the drive back.

Once you parked outside, you didn’t give yourself time to think about it. You moved from the car to inside quickly and shut the door behind you. You let out a tiny sigh of relief that you were able to overcome the doubtlessly stupid anxiety that was trying to keep you from the person who was literally, as far as you were concerned, the love of your life. With still-lingering trepidation, you put your bag down and walked further into your home.

A wave of shock hit you when you saw Kie, sitting on the couch, diligently typing away on her computer, a look of focus on her face. Next to the couch, you clocked a few packed suitcases—two being yours—and you felt your heart stutter in your chest. At the sound of your footsteps, she looked up. When she registered your face, she moved her laptop off of her and stood, walking over to you.

“Kie, I’m sorry,” you said seriously. You immediately felt a small layer of the guilt that you felt dissipate. “I was being such a bitch and I shouldn’t have said that you were implying anything. Shouldn’t have said anything in general. I know you just want what’s best for me. What’s best for us. I feel like shit. I’m so sorry. I love you.”

“I know you are,” Kie said, standing in front of you. She wrapped her arms around you and brought you into a gentle kiss. She reached one hand up to stroke your face. “I know. And I’m sorry too. I got defensive for no reason.” She frowned as her eyes registered your face more and she said your name, sounding sad, then there was a hulking pause. “Your face.”

I shrugged, holding onto her. “It looks worse than it is,” you assured her. “It should be good by tomorrow, I think.”

“That guy’s a real piece of shit,” Kie muttered, voice heated. She shook her head, trying to focus. “I love you, babe.”

Sighing in relief, you felt another layer of guilt melt off your shoulders. You wrapped your arms tightly around your girlfriend, bringing her first into a loving embrace. You pulled back enough that you could passionately kiss her until you both lost your breath. Only when you both were borderline gasping for air did you pull back. Kie’s smile was gentle, but her eyes were bright. The happy shine in her eyes admittedly made your heart flutter.

“I’m sorry. I’ve been off for the past few months. I know that. You’re right. And it is because work sucked. But I’m not going to let that happen anymore. We’re adults. I have better coping skills. I need to remember to use them,” you said, voice still apologetic.

“Babe, it’s okay,” Kie said, leaning her forehead against yours. “We both will do better next time.”

“It’s not okay,” you corrected. “It’s not okay if I treat you like you’re not a priority—that’s never okay. And I will do better next time.”

Kie paused, looking at you. She knew that if she said anything to disagree with you, you’d just double down on calling yourself out. So, instead, she just nodded. She gave you another soft kiss. “Okay,” she said. She took a deep, shuddering breath and then smiled again, soft but excited. “I have a plan.”

“For what?” you asked, confused.

“Vacation,” Kie said.

You blanched. “Kie, we don’t have to go on vacation. Not really,” you said immediately. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to make you feel like you have to just because I was in a mood last night.”

“Okay, first of all, babe, stop. You were assaulted last night. You are fully within your right to have been in a ‘mood’ if that’s what you want to call it,” Kie said sternly. “And second, you were right. You do deserve a vacation. And I want to go with you. I don’t feel like I have to do anything. I want to be with you. I have some time I can take off, so I’m coming with you.” She paused. “Actually, I kind of took over. But you know what I mean.”

Despite yourself, exhaustion and stress and guilt included, you chuckled at her words. “Sounds like you,” you teased. You let out a sigh and moved your hands around her shoulders, locking behind her head. “Where are we going then, my love?”

“Athens,” she declared.

You sputtered. “Athens? Like…Greece?” you asked.

“Yes,” she said. “We both just got our passports renewed. We have enough time. And we’re going to love it.”

“I, uh, Kie that’s kind of a lot for a spur-of-the-moment trip, isn’t it?” you said, skeptical.

She shook her head. “I called my dad. He has a few travel agent friends who he hooked me up with. I talked to them this morning. I already have our flights booked and everything and by the time that we land they’re gonna have the hotel and transportation covered for us too. We’re all set. And I packed everything for us. I checked the weather and everything so I should have everything you could possibly need while we’re there. It’s gonna be mid-70s to low 80s while we’re there it seems like. So it’ll be a nice time,” Kie said, grinning at you. “And I already have a few things planned for places we can go and surprises I wanna show you. Actually—”

You cut your gorgeous, obscenely, and unfairly perfect girlfriend off with a searing kiss. “Kiara,” you interrupted, voice colored with amusement and adoration, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, babe,” she said, pausing, confused pucker to her brow.

“Thank you,” you said simply, pecking her lips again.

“For what?” she asked.

“Dealing with me…supporting me…planning this in literally less than twelve hours?” you suggested, laughing at her obliviousness to just how fucking amazing she was being right now.

Kie rolled her eyes. “Well, of course, idiot,” she said fondly. She looked into your eyes and gave you a loving smile that damn near took your breath away. “I love you. Doing this? For you? Easier than breathing, babe. Really.”

You sighed, melting into her touch more. “You make being corny cute. Even after all this time,” you said, unable to censor the thought.

It had the desired impact though. Predictably, your girlfriend flushed and swatted at your arm, pulling back from you. Having seen this coming, you grabbed her hand and pulled her into another searing kiss. Despite the blush on her cheek and the minor embarrassment you knew Kie felt at being called out for being so sweet to you, she leaned into the affection. She was, in fact, the one who lengthened and deepened the kiss, making it go on longer than even you had planned. You were definitely not complaining though. Still, when she pulled back she had a faux-put-upon look on her face.

“Look, I got you some coffee and a breakfast sandwich. Make sure you pack up whatever little things you want because we gotta catch a ferry today to get to the mainland. Our flight’s late tonight,” Kie said. Playfully, she slapped your ass. “So get a move on. We gotta get ready to go. The last ferry’s at 4 today and I wanna be on one before that.”

“Yes ma’am,” you said, swatting at her ass in retaliation before she could move away. She glared at you with absolutely no heat behind it and you gave her a shit-eating grin.

“You’re lucky I’m in love with you or I would beat your ass,” Kie said, voice holding absolutely not an ounce of threat to it.

“I know,” you said earnestly, taking her hand and pressing a kiss to it. “Believe me I know.”

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