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ghostiewriter · 1 year

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bodyguard au baby please i’ve been thinking about that masterpiece for a year. maybe some smutty smut and angsty action🫶🏼

“Fuck–JJ!”

“Shh, you can take it.”

“I-I can’t—”

“Yes, you can, baby,” his voice cooed softly, something almost condescending about the way he spoke as he cupped her cheek. His thumb smoothed over the apple of her cheek, wiping away the tears that slipped out as fast as they fell.

Her lips parted in a slight scream, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room but it sounded fucking deafening. She could feel him everywhere, fucking everywhere. She could feel him inside her and around her and above her and beneath her. She felt so much of him and yet, deep down, it still wasn’t enough.

“That’s it,” JJ groaned softly, his hips snapping against hers as he ducked his head down, as he watched himself disappear inside her over and over again. He could feel his orgasm fast approaching, could feel the overwhelming pleasure and desperate need to come quickly incline as her walls clenched around him. “That’s my girl.”

“Jay,” she choked out a sob, her nails scratching down his back and digging into his skin—and he could only fucking hope they left marks, that he would have some proof this is real.

“I’m here, baby, I’ve got you,” he gritted out through clenched teeth. One hand planted beside her head on the pillow, keeping most of his weight off her whilst the other ran over her body, along her thighs and side and all the way up to her chest where he could feel her heart thumping against her ribs.

“Please,” she mumbled over and over again as she felt herself nearing the edge, as she felt herself about to tip over for god-knows after how many times already tonight.

And JJ didn’t deny her.

He kept fucking her as she neared her orgasm. He kept fucking her as she cried out his name and clenched around him. He kept fucking her as he quickly followed, emptying himself inside her and only stopping when his fucking arms buckled against keeping himself up.

But he didn’t stop touching her. He couldn’t stop touching her because he needed to know that she was okay, he needed to know that she was here with him right now and this wasn’t some twisted hallucination.

“I almost lost you,” he whispered out in a shaky voice, still buried deep inside her as he nuzzled his face against the crook of her neck so he could feel her pulse thumping beneath her skin. “I almost fucking lost you, Kiara.”

“I know,” she whispered, her voice just as unsteady as his as she wrapped her legs and arms around him, pulling him as close as physically possible. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t do that again,” he said to her, his voice angry even if his whole body was slumped with relief that she was still here with him. “Don’t ever fucking do that again, you hear me?”

“Okay.”

“I need you to promise me, princess,” he said and he almost hated how desperate he sounded. Almost. “I need you to promise me.”

“I promise, Jay,” her breath fanned over his heated skin as she pressed a kiss to the spot just below his ear. “I won’t ever do that again.”

“Good,” JJ murmured as he tried to swallow back the fear that still hadn’t quite disappeared despite the hours he had her beneath him, had her shaking and squirming and crying his name just to prove she was here and safe. “Because if you ever do that again, princess, if you ever fucking risk your life for mine again, I will fucking lose my mind.”

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goingfullpogue · 1 year

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She moves to stand next to him, looping her arm through his and laying her head on his shoulder.

“I like sappy.”

“This is like…real sappy.”

“Even better.”

“Fine,” he says, letting his head fall against hers. “I was thinking about what the, uh…what the future might look like for us.”

there’s nothing like this: chapter 9- to dance under sparkling lights

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kierreras · 1 year

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have you recently read any really good jiara fics recently?

hi, yeah, i have read some i'll include a small list of fics that i've read since season three aired. actually, will tell that all those works made me feel things. some made me sob and some made me laugh. i've literally re-read those work couple of times and can even quote some of them. i can't help myself, but consider some of those works canon in obx universe. they are just so great, it's a crime that we won't see some scenes from them on screen. i love how authors portray characters, i love the emotions that characters go though. aaaand i can talk about those works for days, so here is a list: there's nothing like this by goingfullpogue bend do you don't break by dragonqueen1905 etched in oak by jojameswinter my broken house behind me (good things ahead) by pennedbylynn been counting my blessings thinking this through by claire8216 tribulation by pluto20 you're all i need by bobs the whole teddy bear trilogy by yellowlaboratory you and me and the wreckage, baby by dangerwillrobinson anyway, i'm hundred percent sure that i forgot some works that i read recently, so sorry. those that i mentioned are masterpieces, really. so highly recommend reading those.

#ask #jiara #jiara fic #jiara fanfiction #fic recommendation #obx #outer banks

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spitefulwriters · 4 months

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JJ Maybank x Kiara Carrera (2.6K) all the times they could have kissed, but didn’t. (a series, maybe)

JJ slept like the dead, usually.

Normally half dressed, when he could be bothered, stripped down to jeans, sometimes less when it got too hot. Most of the time he didn’t make it under the sheets, bone tired from surfing, from fighting waves or fighting his father, passed out on the mattress at a weird angle to avoid that one broken spring.

Face down on a pillow, salt still in his hair, an old fan aimed at his naked back, a silly amount of lukewarm air blowing onto his sunburnt skin.

He’d sleep through the TV, the angry blare of it, the smash of an empty beer bottle, all too used to the sounds that became a fucked up kind of lullaby. Alarms didn’t budge him, not really, not anymore. He would have never made it to school if it weren’t for his dad’s foot against the door, an offbeat drum, angry and shattering.

So JJ had absolutely no idea how the tiny rocks against his window pane stirred him from sleep.

One hit, two hit, three; the sound almost like the beginning of a rain shower and then it stopped. JJ groaned, nose rubbing at the pillowcase, brow wrinkling.

Something told him to get up.

Fists found the mattress, another groan, a stifled yawn and then he was pushing himself off of the bed, sheets tangled around his knees and he tripped on one abandoned boot before he made it to the window. Eyes half closed, heavy with sleep, he cracked it open, looking out into the dark, the marshes still alive, buzzing under the moon. He couldn’t see anything, not at first, not when the sky bled into the water and the greenery became inky black, shadows on shadows with nothing in between.

Then, from the treeline, a girl appeared. Just ten feet away, too scared to get too close, wary of the glow from the television bleeding from the living room blinds, slants of blue light between broken slats. JJ thought he might’ve been dreaming.

Maybe he was.

Kiara.

Half dressed in pyjama shorts and an old sweatshirt that had some kind of fishing logo on the front. It was too dark to see, but the boy thought it might’ve been his, maybe once.

JJ blinked and dragged a hand through his hair, wincing when his fingers got caught in the ends, salt and sand falling onto his shoulders and he stared at the girl in her unlaced sneakers, no car, no bike, no nothing around her.

“What’re you doing?” He hissed, voice rough with sleep, cracking with anticipation. He could hear the western movie that was playing from the other room, but he couldn’t hear his dad snoring. Not yet. “What the fuck, Kie?”

Kiara edged forward, eyes wary, stare flickering from JJ’s face and back to the front door of the trailer. When nothing moved, when no one appeared, she walked through the grown grass and curled her fingers around the window edge. She was close enough now that JJ could see the heaviness on her face, the tired looking bruises under her lash line, the weight on her shoulders.

Kie’s chin jumped the sill and her fingers were so close to the boy’s, close enough that her pinky almost grazed his thumb and it wasn’t cold outside, not in the slightest, but the boy seemed to hold the sun under his skin and Kiara wanted to run to it.

“I couldn’t sleep,” she whispered, her voice too awake, too alert for two in the morning.

JJ waited, knowing there was more. He could see it in her face, the bitten skin at her bottom lip, the pulled out curl that fell into her eyes, the one that held more frizz than the rest.

“Parents are fighting again,” Kie continued, staring past JJ, into his room, gaze studying the posters and photos on his wall as if she could hide her feelings amongst them all. “It’s stupid. I just— I wanted to get out of the house.”

Maybe before - years ago, maybe only months ago - JJ would’ve teased her. Made some kind of comment, something less than sensitive, something crude about seeking him out in the middle of the night, something destructive about not choosing John B or Pope over him.

But now— now?

JJ pressed his lips together and nodded. His thumb shifted, just once, grazing the back of Kie’s hand before pulling away and searching his floor for a shirt. He yanked one on, buttoned up his jeans, grabbed a cap to cover his bed mussed hair, shoved bare feet into shoes and ushered her backwards without looking at his bedroom door or thinking about what lay behind it. Kie moved, watching as the boy slid open the window a little wider, throwing one leg out before the other and dropping almost silently to the ground, like he’d done it before.

Of course he had. He’d done it plenty of times.

Just not for her.

They didn’t speak as JJ straightened up, boots crunching in the grass. Eyes locked, the boy lifted a finger to his lips and offered Kiara his other hand. She took it like she always did, with no hesitation at all, and JJ led her across the marshes, through the buzz of the insects, away from the man in the living room. They walked until overgrown grass and reeds turned into a dirt path, forged by night time walks just like this.

Neither thought to take JJ’s bike, neither thought about a car, or the Twinkie. They just walked, heading out of the marshes until the fisherman shacks were left behind, until they couldn’t hear the drone of cicadas as loudly, until they were crossing the road that took them out of The Cut and under streetlights.

They walked until tarmac turned to sand and the empty beach lay before them and like it had already been agreed, they both stopped to toe off their shoes, digging the soles of their feet into the sand just to see if it had kept any of the afternoon heat. Kiara walked and JJ followed, not speaking, not yet, not until he knew the time was right.

He’d once been a stupid kid, a teenage boy without much common sense when it came to girls and feelings - and shit, maybe he still was - but JJ Maybank was a grade A student when it came to Kiara Carrera. So he watched and he waited, following the girl in the sand, his footprints covering up her much smaller ones as she led them to the shoreline, where the waves lapped at the beach and created the best kind of white noise. A rush of water, the most pretty kind of itch that scratched at his brain and he thought Kie felt the same, because when she stopped and he chanced a look at her profile, her eyes were closed, the corners of her mouths lifting every time the ocean caught her toes.

“It was too loud,” Kie finally said as a way of explanation. The water rushed, a shell hit a rock and silence fell over them again. “They’d been arguing all night, all through dinner. I couldn’t take it anymore.”

“Doesn’t sound fun,” JJ agreed. He kept his eyes on the water, searching the horizon like he was trying to find something to focus on other than the warmth of the girl standing beside him. “What’re they yellin’ ‘bout now?”

Kiara’s sneakers hit the sand with a wet smack. She sighed before sitting, knees tucked to her chest and JJ wondered once more if the sweater was his before it had become hers, maybe John B’s for a week or two, maybe Pope’s. He joined her, feet planted half in the sea and his arms on his knees, waiting for her reply, even if he knew what was coming.

“Everything,” Kiara stated flatly. She let out a huff of laughter, no humour to the sound. “Me, mostly.”

JJ smiled at her bluntness and touched the brim of his hat, for lack of something to do. He was itching to reach out, to brush away the grains of wet sand that stuck to her shins. “Doesn’t sound like anythin’ new.”

Kiara shrugged. “Not really, s’all a broken record now though. Sick of the same shit every day. All they do is act like I’m some sort of broken kid, like they have to fix me.”

JJ wanted to nod and say he understood, that he knew the feeling. He’d been treated like a problem his whole life, like he’d been born less than perfect, like he was the root cause of all his fathers shortcomings. But he didn’t know what it was like to have someone care enough to wanna try and solve it. To maybe try and put his broken pieces back together. So he just pressed his lips together and stared at the sand, waiting for the moment the ocean would brush back over his bare feet again, soaking at the hem of his jeans.

“Ever wanna do something stupid? Just ‘cause?”

JJ snorted at the question, chin turning up and eyes searching for Kiara’s. She was already looking at him, more start curls escaping her hair tie, a smile on her face that JJ thought could maybe fix some of his problems, at least.

“You realise who you’re talkin’ to, right?” He replied, grinning right back. The sun that was left of his cheeks stung when he did it, nose wrinkled and a little too red because he never listened when Kiara and Pope told him he needed more sunblock. “What kinda stupid are we talkin’ about?”

Kie shrugged, stretched out her legs and let the sand coat the back of them, wet, golden grains against dark bronzed skin and JJ wondered if she’d take them to bed with her, if she’d manage to wash them off and hide the evidence of their night from her parents before she got back home. The boy wondered if she cared.

“I don’t know,” kie let her head tilt to the side, pondering. She held up one hand and started counting on each finger. “We’ve already covered running away, robbery—”

JJ snorted. “Don’t forget grand theft auto.”

“—does grand larceny count?” Kie smiled.

The boy smirked. “Gold was always ours, Kie, don’t forget it.”

Silence fell over them again, smiles never fading. If they waited long enough, they’d see the stars turn to sunlight and the sky change to cotton candy pink, creeping over the edge of the ocean.

Kie didn’t want to wait that long.

She let her head fall back, her neck on its hinge, staring up above, lights winking down at her, telling her she should be asleep.

“Maybe we’ve been going too big.” She blew out a breath, let her eyes close. “Maybe we need to start from the beginning, throw a rager, get drunk. Like kids are supposed to. That kind of stupid.”

JJ hummed, nodding even though Kiara could see. Her hands were in the sand, fingertips buried in the grains. If he moved a little closer, their pinkies could touch.

“Sounds lame in comparison,” the boy teased lightly. “Where’s the fun if we don’t got no guns?”

Kie didn’t laugh but JJ watched her smile, head shaking, eyes opening so she could flick her gaze over to him, mirth dancing in them. She looked like she was unsure of what to say next, if she should say anything at all but then she sat up a little straighter, turning so her body was facing him.

“What about something stupid like—” Kiara picked at a broken shell, a barely there piece of pearl. “—like kissing someone you’re not supposed to.”

It was like the air had been sucked off of the island, like it had up and left, leaving them with only the sound of the sea. Whilst everyone else on Kildare slept, JJ felt like his heart had exploded. Surely the sonic boom could be heard across the beach, reaching Charleston and further, surely Kiara heard it too.

But the girl was just watching him, waiting, wary and quiet.

JJ felt like he’d swallowed his tongue, but still he moved, shifted in the sand until his knee knocked Kiara’s bare one and he felt the entire night swallow him whole. He didn’t know where to look, didn’t know how to act. ‘Causal’ wasn’t in JJ Maybank’s vocabulary. He stared at the shell in the girls hand, watched the pink and green oil slick shine glint in the moonlight.

“Like— like Gary at the restaurant? Or—?”

Kie wrinkled her nose at the mention of the older boy who worked for her parents. Twenty-something and harbouring a habit from cheap whisky and younger girls, he wasn’t Kiara’s favourite person.

“What?” Kie pulled a face. “Ew, no. No— like a friend.” She swallowed a little too harshly, her fingers suddenly clumsy and dropping her shell. “Someone who people would get mad about.”

A friend a friend a friend.

JJ felt his cheeks flush, a rosy warmth across his nose that he could only hope the darkness would hide. It felt like the middle of the day, a heatwave creeping in, a tropical storm with the name of a girl, making the air too hot, ready to sweep him up and rattle him from the inside out.

He licked his lips, tried to stay neutral, hoped his voice wouldn’t crack, prayed he didn’t act a fool. “Who’d get mad at you for something like that?”

When JJ finally looked up, waiting for the girl’s answer with a breath held in his chest, he realised Kiara was already looking at him. Her lashes lowered, gaze trained in his lips, watching the way his mouth parted ever so slightly when he sucked in a burning breath.

“Everyone,” Kie whispered.

The world would have fell into the ocean then, houses and cliffs crumbling, JJ wouldn’t have noticed. Not at all.

“Because it would be a mistake?” His voice cracked, too husky. He didn’t care, not one bit. “Or ‘cause you’d regret it…?”

Kie was still watching him, eyes flicking from his mouth as he spoke, to the slant of his cheek bones, the blue of his eyes. He felt so exposed under her gaze, laid bare, even in the middle of the night, sitting on the beach in the dark. JJ marvelled over the realisation that he didn’t really mind. He’d sit like this for days on end for Kiara, if it meant getting her attention in this way.

Kie shrugged, gave a sad sort of smile and found her broken shell again, tapping her nail against the side. “Not necessarily,” was all she said.

He could’ve kissed her then, JJ was almost sure of it. He could’ve leant in, tested the waters, watched to see if her eyes followed his mouth even when it moved to her own, if she’d let him put his hand on her knee, if she’d let him pull her in by the back of her neck like he was used to doing with the girls he met at parties.

But JJ didn’t have that kind of confidence, not then. Not with Kiara Carrera. He thought about what she’d said, about the people who’d be mad at her— at them. He wondered if Kie was even talking about him in the first place.

She couldn’t be. Of course not, right?

Right?

So JJ waited until the surf was dragged back out and Kie brushed the sand off her calves. He stood, tugged off his cap to drag a hand through his hair before shoving it back on, pulling the brim down to hide his eyes, the disappointment in them. Then, the boy held a hand out to the girl and he tried to keep his heart inside his chest when she took it.

Dragging Kie up from the sand, he smiled at her, just like he normally would. “Lemme walk you home,” was all he had to say.

-Bellamy (SW#1)

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hepaidattention · 1 month

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if i loved hated you in another life | five

“No,” Kiara crossed her arms, her feet placed firmly in front of the entrance.

JJ looked at her with a pathetic pout, “C'mon Carrera. There's nowhere else for me to sleep.”

His backpack was swung over his shoulder, and a big blanket that definitely looked like it belonged to the Keets stayed bundled up in his arms. His hair was a mess like he had already been sleeping, which was ridiculous because it was 9 pm.

“Actually, you do, it's called your own room.”

JJ's brow line raised up, “Would you want to be in there while they talked about their feelings?”

Kiara realized that Sarah going to talk to John B meant the fact that John B shared his room with JJ, who now was moping outside hers.

“They kicked you out. didn't they?”

“Didn't even hesitate.”

“And you decided my room was the best option why ?”

She in all honesty didn't trust herself with JJ, alone in a room, after the stunt he pulled only an hour ago. She was afraid she'd lose all common sense again and kiss him, or even- no she could not let her mind go there. She would win this. She was strong, and JJ had no control over her.

“Technically, this is our room - I just let Sarah crash in it.” He was right, but Kiara wasn’t going to let him know that. He sighed, annoyed that he's had to stand there this long. “Sarah told me to crash here until they were through, alright?”

Kiara knew just as well as anyone that that door wasn't opening for the rest of the night. “I'm not sharing my bed with you, Maybank.”

“Okay, alright, see now that makes it easy. You can sleep on the floor.” She blinked at him, unamused. He didn't expect a laugh, but a smile would've been nice. “I'll sleep on the floor, Carrera. I don't care. I just want to sleep .”

OR JJ and Kiara have to share a lot more than just a weekend together.

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homebody-nobody · 2 months

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funny how true colors shine (in darkness and in secrecy)

Carrera and Maybank are her best agents. They’re both smart, creative, and driven. Carrera is clever and quick-thinking, and an excellent executor, and there’s no one quite like Maybank with a gun. Peterkin taps her pen on her desk, waiting for one of them to break. They will, of course. Peterkin is betting on Maybank. He’s twitching. He’s twitchy. But then, the muscle in Carrera’s jaw is doing an awful lot of jumping, too. “I’m not doing it with him.” “Literally anyone else.” -- Kie and JJ are fake married for undercover purposes, and hilarity (and also feelings) ensue.

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(Happy Birthday, Belle!!)

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catoscloves · 2 months

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On A Wednesday, In A Cafe by catoscloves/enobarias

Kiara meets three strange and intriguing boys at her parents' coffee shop where she works, but it's the blond one who captures her attention and never quite releases it.

(Title from Begin Again by Taylor Swift. Prompt was road trip x coffee shop AU from @creativepromptsforwriting on tumblr).

#**mine #mineaesthetic #minefic #jiaraedit #obxedit #outerbanksedit #outer banks #jj x kiara #jj x kie #jiara #jiara fic #jj maybank #kiara carrera #jiara fanfiction #obx 4

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nightskyye · 9 months

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till I found the one (who took it all from me)

A/N: this one is for the lovely @kierreras whose birthday was AGES ago, but I only just finished this so here goes nothing, hope you like it <33

This is the boy who taught her to surf, who fell into the water with her until she got the hang of it. This is the boy who was her first crush and one look from him made her feel like an actual dystopian novel heroine.

Kiara wants to pull over and just kiss him senseless. ‘Did you get the pringles, Jayj?’ she asks instead.

‘Uh,’ he starts, ‘the red one right?’

‘Maybank!’

‘I’m kidding!’ he holds his hand up, ‘chill the fuck out they all taste the same.’

‘That is the worst bullshit to ever come out of your mouth,’ she glares, snatching the green can from him, ‘the green one is obviously superior.’

She expects him to make another snarky comment in the way he does. But she gets no reply, instead JJ’s staring intently at her mouth. Kiara leans forward and softly presses her lips to his. He’s only still for a moment before his teeth are grazing her bottom lip. It’s gentle, quite similar to the feeling of sunbathing.

‘Mm - Kie,’ he groans, ‘eyes on the road.’

‘Way to ruin the fun,’ she huffs, but really her heart is beating a mile a minute.

. a trip to Charleston, a run in with two unexpected people

aka the roadtrip au no one asked for

AO3

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dayo488 · 9 months

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Right Down to the Ashes

Jiara Week 2023 Day 2 - Only One Bed

13.5k words

Rating: T

Summary: JJ and Kiara spent years saving up to take a surf trip around the world and now they are living their dream with the one person they want to share it with most, even if they are both harboring feelings for each other neither will admit to. But on their next stop to Los Angeles, California, they find that a night of luck, drinking, music and a few crazy adventures might be just they need to get them across that line.

“What's so funny?” she asked, a little offended. “You really think - Kie, c’mon. Maybe you’ll be able to go someday, but I’m Banks, born and bred. I ain’t ever getting off this Island.” And then suddenly the laughter made sense. It seemed ludicrous to him, the idea that he’d ever be able to do something like that - it wasn’t that he didn’t want to. And now she had a mission. “No, but hear me out. We could do it. You and me. We’ll start saving now. Work wherever they’ll let us. I’m starting from scratch too, J. I want to do this without my parents,” she told him resolutely. They’d raise the money together. “Then, when we turn 18, we’ll graduate and we’ll take off. Wherever the waves take us. All the best spots in the world.” He stopped laughing and looked at her again, but this time there was something different in his bright blue eyes, something more like longing - of wanting something so bad that even if it seemed unattainable and ridiculous and a hell of a long-shot, you couldn’t help but try anyway. “I can’t do it without you, Jayj.”

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comfortfics · 3 months

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I Don't Ever Wanna Lose My Best Friend

"Her head has no open wounds and he thanks a God he’s never prayed to before. He brushes hair out of Kiara’s face and looks at her with a teary gaze. “Kie baby? Can you open those beautiful eyes for me?” Those eyes that can bring down armies if it came down it. He has no doubt they could both start and end a war."

or, Kiara and Sofia race on their boyfriends motorcycles to break a tie, but Kie doesn't come out of it the same way she went into it.

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“Our girlfriends have to break the tie” Rafe sneers looking right at Kiara.

JJ subconsciously takes a step in front of her, “No fucking way.”

Rafe shrugs, “It's the rules. Always has been.”

“You can shove your rules-“ JJ starts but Kiara cuts him off. “-I’ll do it.” “The hell you will Kiara you don’t have to prove anything I’m not letting you put yourself in danger for a stupid bet.”

“You’re right, you aren’t letting me because you know that you don’t let me do anything. I can do it.”

“I know you can Kie, of course you can but…” He knows arguing is useless. She does anything she sets her mind to. Even if it scares the shit out of him.

“Are you sure?” JJ tries one more time. Kie smiles “Yeah, you know as well as I do, you can’t kill a pogue.” He’d really rather not test that theory on her. “Besides,” Kiara looks over to Rafe putting his helmet on Sofia and giving her what looks like a pep talk. “I really want to wipe that smirk off his prepubescent face.” JJ breathes a small laugh. This girl.

JJ reluctantly grabs his helmet and guides it over Kiara’s head. It’s his favorite part about her because it is what makes her her. If anything happens to that beautiful head of hers...he pushes the thought away immediately. Nothing is gonna happen. You can’t kill a pogue. Right?

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ktsaysthings · 29 days

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Outer Banks (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kiara "Kie" Carrera/JJ Maybank Characters: Kiara "Kie" Carrera, JJ Maybank, John B. Routledge, Pope Heyward, Sarah Cameron, Mortimer Goth Additional Tags: Pogues (Outer Banks), Crack, Friendship, The Great Pie Mishap Summary:

Kiara nearly kills her next door neighbor with a cursed cherry pie and still manages to walk away with four new friends.

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ghostiewriter · 9 months

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i’m ready when you are | jiara

Summary: Marriage was never something they discussed. But with one idolising it and the other despising it, maybe a sunrise on the beach was the perfect time to get those feelings out.

Warnings: just some swear words and a lil bit of angst that comes with the maybank family!

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: happy jiara week!!!! enjoy a week full of content from the crazily talented writers of this fandom!!!!

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“I…I don’t think I would want to get married,” she replied honestly, her eyes narrowing a little as she watched the waves lap against the sand a few feet away from them. “Actually, I think it’s pretty stupid.”

There was a pause.

“Really?”

Kiara missed the heaviness in the single word as she continued. “Yeah, I mean,” she pulled the edge of the blanket tighter around her. “What even is marriage? It’s just a piece of paper. I don’t really see the big deal in it. I would rather be with someone knowing that we actually love each other rather than build up to this…paper signing ceremony, ya know?”

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theaterkidbookie · 9 months

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IT'S JIARA WEEEEEEKKKKK

1st fic!

“Guys!” JB groaned at JJ and Kiara, “If you’re gonna do this, close the fucking door.”

“Sorry man,” JJ said getting up, straightening out his pants, and throwing on his shirt from the day before, “didn’t close the door when we came in last night. We had other priorities…” He turned back to Kiara and pressed a kiss to her lips, which was deeper than Kiara had expected. She pulled away from him causing him to give her a little groan of disappointment, when she followed suit and stood up, following JB as he was leaving their room.

“You two are disgusting,” He whined, wishing he never had to see it again, but he knew that it will most definitely happen again, “Like you two actually make me want to throw up. It’s every morning you are here I see you two. Absolutely vile.” Kiara snorted at his disgust.

“You love us,” she smiled and made her way to the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of orange juice.

“Yea, I love the two of you by yourselves. But when y’all are together-” He shuttered and then a hand popped up from the pull-out in the living room.

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kierreras · 1 year

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Any good jiara secret dating fics?

oh, it's not my favourite trope, but i have some fics i like that explore this trope other people by jiaras secret relationship trope is present, it's multichapter so it has so many great tropes as well. and it's one of the best works that i've read, so definitely recommend that one. ‘’It’s not fuckin’ real if we’re the only two people who know about it’’ - i literally can quote this fic cause it's so good, the delivery, the emotions. i don't know, you have to check it if you haven't already. we’ve been lying to ourselves (acting like we’re something else) by RoseofWinterfell okay, one of my favorite works for jiara! it's mostly missing moments which include jiara dating though season one. secret relationship, canon complaint, idiots in love. i don't know what to add other than it's amazing and it's a crime if you haven't read that one. also, there is a continuation of that fic for missing moments in season two, sooo i would really recommend this one. meet me at our spot (they can’t find us there) by PAKfiction it's another wonderful work that i recommend. i love it cause it gives you so many feelings, it leaves you wanting more after each chapter. it also leaves this bittersweet feeling that i absolutely love, so yeah definitely recommend. it's unfinished, as you can see, but reading it is hundred percent worth it. i see the sunrise getting high, i wish i was next to you by RoseofWinterfell okay, i've read it recently and maybe my djats obsession played a part in it. however, i absolutely adore this au with all i have. it has angst, it has drama and the way the characters just click in that au is just magnificent. anyway, amazing thing that i recommend reading. our little secret by sadisticpussy it's also a great work that is focused solely on jiara's secret dating thing. they are sweet, cute and they are just being jiara. it also serves a bit of an angst, soooo you may like it. secret dating trope is greatly explored there i don't have many recomendations, as you can see, but those five fics that mentioned are worth reading them. also, i bet i forgot some works that have secret dating in them, so i would like to apologise in advance for it. anyway, hope that you're going to love these works.

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spitefulwriters · 3 months

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JJ Maybank x Kiara Carrera (3.1K) JJ and Kie happen to bump into each other at an event. By chance. Totally by chance. 18+

“You’re kidding.”

Pope’s head turned to look his way, his brows furrowed together slightly at the biting tone in his friend’s voice. He noticed something catching the blond’s attention, found his gaze following to see what had caught his attention.

Not what.

Who.

The boy’s face softened and something quite like sympathy shone in his eyes. Not that JJ noticed, not at all. His eyes were locked on the body across the room, watching the figure move amongst the crowd, movements so fluid it almost felt like a dance. And fuck, he didn’t want to look away.

“JJ,” he murmured under his breath, nudging the boy with his elbow until those blue eyes snapped around to look at him. “Listen, man, I didn’t know she was going to be here—”

But JJ just shook his head.

“It’s fine,” he said like it was true, like he wasn’t gripping the glass with obscenely expensive whiskey in his hand so tight it could shatter.

Pope didn’t look convinced. “I know the breakup was hard—”

“I said it was fine, Pope,” JJ bit out between gritted teeth.

Because it was fine. It was so fine. And even if it wasn’t fine, he wasn’t about to show that to Pope. He needed to keep this up. He needed to keep up the facade in front of Pope and John B and everyone else attending this stupid museum gala. He would smile, he would drink this stupid whiskey and he would pretend like the collar of his suit wasn’t cutting off his circulation.

He would do it because he had to.

“I’m gonna go get a refill,” he announced aimlessly as he tore his eyes away from his friend, clearing his throat a little.

Pope frowned. “But you haven’t—”

He was cut off as JJ downed the rest of the whiskey in his glass, allowing the liquid to burn down his throat before slamming the glass on the table.

“Like I said,” the blond flashed him a smile. “I need a refill.”

He didn’t give his friend much of a chance to say anything as he wandered away from their table, pushing through the crowd with half-hearted apologies mumbled under his breath. He glanced at the bar, contemplating getting another drink but thought against it. He needed to be as close to sober he could get.

He needed to stay sharp.

JJ ignored the questioning looks and the lame attempts of random old, rich people reaching out to talk to him. He knew what they wanted, he knew they just wanted to talk to him just so they could say they did.

One of The Six.

That was all they cared about. For his whole life, people cared about his name. They cared that he was Luke Maybank’s son, that he was another Maybank generation of disappointment, that he was just a lowlife that would achieve nothing in his life like his ancestors before him. His whole fucking life revolved around his name.

And after El Dorado, it seemed like nothing really changed. People didn’t care about him, not a single bit. They just cared about what his name was attached to, like a shiny, new toy hanging in front of them that they were desperate to dig their claws into. They cared about what his name could do for them.

JJ didn’t know which one was worse.

JJ didn’t know if it made him a little twisted to miss the lack of expectations people had for him, when he was young and stupid and didn’t realise what the pitying looks from his teachers meant when they saw the blues and purples colouring his skin.

He just wanted to go back to when he was a fucking nobody to everyone.

Everyone but her.

“I thought we agreed to wait half an hour.”

JJ lifted his head from against the wall, blinking his eyes open as the whirling thoughts came to a sudden halt and every cell in his body was screaming for something else. He blinked once, then twice before he let out a shuddering breath.

Kiara Carrera was gorgeous.

It wasn’t an opinion or an observation. It was just a fact. A plain and simple fact. Humans needed air to breathe, the Earth revolved around the sun, there were twenty-six letters in the English alphabet and Kiara Carrera was so damn pretty that it made his heart hurt.

She was pretty when she was laying in bed, her curls a mess on her head and her eyes still blinking away the sleep as she reached out for him. She was pretty when she was mad, her nose scrunching and her glare biting him in a way that excited him. She was even pretty when she was sad, those glossy eyes staring at him like he had the answer to everything.

But pretty didn’t even begin to cover how fucking breath-taking she looked in front of him right now.

The dress was a deep red, silk and flowing and clinging onto the curves of her body in a way that would make Aphordite jealous. The peak of her skin just made him spiral further, making it a little harder to breathe when he knew exactly how soft and smooth it felt under his fingertips. The way her curls cascaded down her shoulders, hints of lighter strands from the days spent in the sun after hours of surfing the same waves they have been riding for years.

But it was the lips that got him.

The lips that were the same fucking colour as the stupid dress she was wearing.

The lips he wanted to fucking feel against him.

“When have you ever known me to stick to the plan?” He retorted, suddenly wishing he had grabbed the extra drink from the bar when he felt how dry his mouth was.

Her lips twitched upwards. “Or be patient.”

A beat passed as they both stared at each other, feeling a million miles away from the gala in the abandoned hallway. They let themselves bask in the moment, in their own little bubble of frozen time before he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fuck, I missed you.”

Something in his chest eased the second he wrapped his arms around her, tugging her into his chest as he buried his face into the crook of her neck. He took a deep breath, letting the smell of her vanilla perfume overwhelm him until his lungs were full of it. He felt her sink into the embrace, felt her body sag against his and it was the closest he had ever felt to coming home.

“I hate this,” she murmured as her hands fisted the material of his blazer between her fingers, like she was scared someone was going to pull him away from her. “I really hate this.”

“Me too, baby, me too,” he murmured back, his lips brushing against the junction of her neck that he knew would have her crumbling in his hands in seconds. “But we gotta do it. We can’t risk them knowing, can’t risk them taking you away from me.”

And maybe that was the hardest part of it all.

JJ was used to acting first and thinking later. He never cared about the consequences when it came to himself, he never really had a sense of self-preservation. It wasn’t that he never valued his life, he just didn’t go out of his way to care about it as much as he should have. But when nobody else really cared for you, was there ever a reason to care about yourself?

But this was different. This wasn’t just about him. He wasn’t the one who would get punished if they found it.

When he had broken Kiara out of Kitty Hawk, it seemed like a no-brainer. There were no thoughts about the consequences or the repercussions. He just knew he needed to get her out of there, he just needed her.

The Carrera’s didn’t see it as much.

Even on their return from El Dorado, even when the rest of the world saw them as heroes and explorers and the best thing to happen to the island—her parents saw it as rebellion.

And JJ was always in the middle of it.

But with the fear of her parents sending her away—somewhere far away where he couldn’t ever reach her again—they had to play it smart. With the months ticking away until Kiara’s eighteenth birthday, they had to just bite their tongues and keep her parents in the dark until they couldn’t act on their threats anymore.

Kiara never cared about her inheritance or a trust fund or anything else they could blackmail her with. Nothing mattered more to her than her freedom, and in a few months, that would be all hers too.

It just really fucking sucked that it meant they had to play this part, had to play into this stupid act. It sucked that they couldn’t even risk telling their friends or anyone else they trusted. It sucked that he had to pretend every day that he had moved on—that he was moving on.

It really fucking sucked that after years of pining and wanting and yearning, it would be the last few months that really tipped JJ Maybank over the edge. It was like his own personal form of torture to stay away, to keep away when he had gotten a taste of Kiara Carrera before she was ripped away from him again.

“I know,” Kiara sighed, the words sounding heavier than they ever should from someone as young as her.

“It would make it a lot easier if you warned me about lil’ numbers like these,” he commented after a few seconds, something inside him desperate to see her smile again.

Kiara snorted and he felt himself grinning at the sound. She pulled back, glancing down at her dress before looking at him with an innocent expression. “What ever could you mean?” She teased, playful and sounding a little more like the Kiara he loved before treasure hunts and meddling parents ruined them. “You can’t tell me this is getting you all hot and bothered, Maybank?”

“You could wear a trash bag and I would be on my knees, Kiara,” he retorted, the words earnest and sincere and her name just sounding like the end of a promise.

Her cheeks flushed but she didn’t look away. “Really know how to make a girl swoon, Jay.”

“Not a girl,” he shook his head, his hands gripping her waist like she would disappear. “Just you, baby.”

“Jay,” she breathed out, finding herself rendered speechless at the hands of JJ Maybank once again.

It had been far too long since he held her in his arms, since he was able to shamelessly say every thought that came to his head instead of having to hide behind the facade of broken exes. It had been far too long since he was able to tell her, since he was able to see her cheeks flush all pretty and pink and know he was the reason behind it.

His eyes dropped to her painted lips. “We should probably head back to the gala before somebody notices we are missing.”

She nodded dumbly. “Yeah, probably.”

“We can’t blow our cover, Kie,” he continued, his body moving on autopilot to follow her as she took one step back and then another.

“Of course,” she answered, walking back step by step until her back hit the wall.

“We don’t have much time,” he whispered, something stronger than desire burning in the pit of his stomach as her tongue darted out to lick her lips.

“We needed much time,” she retorted, and JJ couldn’t bring himself to care about the voice in the back of his head screaming that it was a bad idea.

He could go back to moping in his yearning and bubbling feelings later, he could break the facade for just a little while.

The sound of her moan was muffled the second his lips pressed against hers, his hands engulfing her face like she was his lifeline. In so many ways, she honestly was.

It didn’t matter that somebody could wander down this random hallway and see them. It didn’t matter that everyone they had been hiding their secret from were only a few walls away. It didn’t matter that it was risky and stupid and an unnecessary danger to their plan.

It wasn’t a logical decision at all but, then again, he didn’t have much use for logic when it came to Kiara.

“You’re gorgeous,” he breathed against her lips between kisses, his heart thundering in his chest when she let out a delighted noise. His head dropped to her neck, his lips touching every inch of skin he could to cover them with hopeful kisses. “You are fucking breath-taking, Kiara.”

“Jay,” she said, the tone in her voice was some twisted mix of a warning and a plea that thrilled him.

“I meant what I said,” he continued as his hands fisted the material of her silk dress between his fingers as it bunched at her hips. “You could wear anything, baby, anything and it would get me on my knees.”

Her lips parted in surprise as she watched him slowly descend down her body, nosing at her dress until his knees hit the carpeted ground. She pressed herself against the wall like it would help, like it would ground her enough when he lifted his head, his cheeks flushed and his hair dropping in front of his eyes as he looked up at her like a goddamn greek tragedy.

“Please, baby,” he whispered, breathless and absolutely at her mercy as his hands wrapped around her calves. “I need it, Kie. I need it so fucking bad.”

She didn’t even realise she had been nodding until he let out a groan, pulling one of her legs over his shoulder as his lips pressed against the bare skin of her thighs.

His hands squeezed the fat of her thighs, basking in the feel of her soft skin under his touch as he pressed one, two, three kisses along her inner thigh. He pushed the skirt of her dress up until it pooled at her waist, until he was able to slot himself between his legs like he had dreamed about pathetically for the last few weeks.

“Shit, baby,” he groaned as his fingers brushed against the waistband of her panties, if they could even be called as much. They were black and lacy and barely made of any fabric, and fuck, it made his head spin.

“Didn’t want it to ruin the dress,” she simply said, a teasing grin on her lips that he just wanted to kiss off her face.

“You’re a fuckin’ tease,” he groaned, his forehead pressed against her hip but he couldn’t help but smile as she laughed.

She pushed her fingers through his hair, pulling his head back so she could see the heated look in his eyes. “They are a part of a set.”

His lips parted in surprise. “Kiara.”

“I’ll wear it for you sometime,” she added, blood roaring in her ears as she spoke.

He cocked a brow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, swallowing thickly. “Unless you get us caught.”

His eyes darkened and something mischievous washed over his expression as he grinned up at her. “Better keep quiet then, baby.”

It was fucking sinful to have JJ Maybank on his knees for her. To have him dressed up in a sleek suit that cost more than either of them cared to admit, to have him groaning and panting and pawing at her like he was a starved man who craved her. To have his head buried between her legs, one hand keeping her pushed open and the other pushing the fabric of her panties to the side.

Her head fell back as she slapped her hand over her mouth, a noise whiny and pathetic quickly muffled as she felt his tongue pressing slow, deliberate circles against her clit. Her eyes fluttered shut as he pulled her closer, as she let him because it felt like every cell in her body sacrificed itself to JJ Maybank the second he got his hands on her.

“Shit, Jay, please.” The words slurred together as she felt the coil in her stomach twist, as she felt an overwhelming urge to squeeze her thighs around his head.

“I got you, baby,” he groaned, his nails digging into her skin like she would be ripped away from him, like somebody would take away the taste of heaven away from his lips. His nose brushed against her clit as he glanced up at her, as he watched her chest heave with soft pants. “Atta girl, Kiara.”

His hands gripped her thighs as she shook under his touch, as her body shuddered with every lick against her pussy. He groaned as she engulfed him completely with her taste and her smell and her moans and everything herherher.

His eyes fluttered shut as her thighs pushed against his ear, as her hands gripped his hair, as her heel dug into his back. His groans vibrated against her shuddering body as she came, as she let herself mutter his name on a loop like a broken record. His whole body burned for this to be forever, for the rest of the world to disappear and leave just the two of them to stay exactly where they were for the rest of their lives.

“Fuck,” Kiara breathed out, her head hitting the wall behind her with a low thump before she huffed out a laugh. “We are stupid.”

“Maybe,” he hummed as he pressed a kiss onto her shaky thighs, and then one more for good measure because he couldn’t bring himself to pull away from her just yet. “But stupid things have—”

“—good outcomes all the time,” she finished with a grin on her face.

“And this was the best goddamn outcome ever,” he murmured as his hands glided up and down her thighs, like it physically pained him to pull his touch away from her. Maybe because it did.

“Yeah,” she murmured, a soft expression on her face as she reached down, as her fingertips brushed over his face. “We just gotta ride out this stupid plan for a few months.”

He turned his head, catching her wrist as he pressed a light kiss on the palm of her hand. “Soon, baby. Some outcomes are so good that we just have to wait a little for them.”

“Soon,” she repeated like a mantra, like both of them had been doing every single day.

Soon. Soon. Soon.

Just not yet.

-Roxy (SW3)

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hepaidattention · 2 months

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if I loved hated you in another life

in a world where Kiara never became a pogue, stayed at the Kook academy, stayed friends with Sarah, and really really hated that pogue, JJ Maybank (except she really didn't hate him at all).

pairing: jj maybank x kiara carrera

Kiara Carrera hated JJ Maybank.

She hated the way he chewed his food, she hated the way he laughed, she hated the way he smirked at her and winked all the time like they had some kind of secret between them that clearly only he was aware of. She hated how he always had to have the center stage in every social gathering, always had to be right in every argument, and always had something to say that would get her riled up. She hated the way he called her Kie and then got everyone else to start calling her that too. She hated how he made shit up and over exaggerated stuff, and she just - she hated him, every part of him. What's worse? She especially, especially hated how cute he was when he gave her that winning smile every time he'd managed to somehow prove her wrong.

She had only officially known him for the summer, but she had always known of JJ. Everyone else knew him as the "reckless pogue, JJ Maybank", and left the rest a mystery. However, Kiara always found him an interesting subject for observation. Her whole miserable life as a kook, she always found the pogues lives so fascinating. She envied it, and before she really knew him, she envired JJ the most. He did whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, with whoever he wanted and no one told him otherwise. Now that she really knew him, she realized he was overrated. And, she had come to the conclusion that there would never be a single thing about him she could ever like.

“God, don't you just hate him?” Kiara asked Sarah as they sat on log at some beach party the kooks decided to throw. The pogues crashed it and everyone was too drunk to really care tonight. They were watching JJ tell some story about getting chased down by a shark while he was surfing and he had everyone on the edge of their seats as he described the blood lust in the sharks eyes and the remnants of his surf board slowly being scattered in the ocean. She rolled her eyes when he stood up to act out the brawl of him and a shark.

“JJ?” Sarah asked curiously, the sway of her head telling Kiara she's had a little too much to drink tonight. “Hate him? no, I think he's sorta funny and charming, in an annoying little brother kinda way.”

“Funny?” She looked at Sarah with wide eyes, “Sarah, don't tell me you've fallen into the stupidity of the groupthink mindset.”

Sarah shoved her arm as she protested, “Don't call me stupid, Kie, you know I hate it when you call me stupid.”

“I'm not saying you're stupid, I'm saying everyone else around us is.”

Sarah eyed her, her lips pursed, clearly still offended. “What did JJ do to you anyway?”

“Well, for starters, thanks to him everyone now calls me Kie as if that's an actual name or something.”

Sarah stifled a laugh, poorly, and said, “C'mon, you don't think he's kinda cute?” She teased her, poking her arm and wiggling her brows. “I think he likes you.”

Kiara sighed, “JJ Maybank likes every girl that's breathes, Sarah. He's a fuckboy, meaning he fucks just about anyone who will seem interested.”

Sarah slapped her arm, “Kiara, you don't even know him. You can't say stuff like that about people you don't know.”

“Trust me, Sare, I know JJ. I've heard all the stories, from the girls and him. His attempts at flirting with me is nothing special, I promise you.”

“Well he doesn't flirt with me like that, or look at me the way he's looking at you right now.”

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