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goldvenuslvrs · 11 months

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mission: get kiara a girlfriend ; kiara carrera

summary: kiara carrera and y/n y/l/n are in love. but they seem to be the only ones that aren't aware of that fact. thankfully, sarah cameron is a woman on a mission - get kiara a girlfriend

pairing: kiara carrera x fem!plus sized!reader

word count: 2.7k

warnings: jealous!kie, the pogues in their scheming era

an: my old writing was legit ass so i decided to rewrite this and just fyi all reader characters are plus sized, might rewrite a few more of my early imagines bc i reckon i can improve them a bunch <3

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Sarah Cameron loved her friends.

She especially loved Kiara Carrera.

During their time apart, Sarah had forgotten what it felt like to have Kiara Carrera as a friend. She was fierce and determined and, most of all, stubborn as a mule, which is why the current status of your and Kiara’s relationship didn’t come as a shock to her.

If there was one thing she knew about Kiara, it was that she never wanted to risk a friendship for the possibility of romance. It was the reason she enforced the ‘no pogue on pogue macking’ rule so heavily.

Sarah hopped off her bike and made her way to the deck of John B’s. She rolled her eyes affectionately at the pair of girls on the couch. They were completely wrapped up in each other and it didn’t seem like you noticed the boys sitting around you, let alone Sarah’s entrance. It was only John B’s happy exclaim of “Sarah!” that brought the two of you out of your little bubble.

You pulled yourself out of Kiara’s arms and moved to sit next to her instead to give Sarah room to sit, although neither of you seemed happy with it.

John B had been more than happy to fill her in on the kiara-and-y/n situation as soon as they had started dating; according to him, the two of you had been lowkey flirting and tiptoeing around each for as long as he could remember.

After she had been subjected to watching the longing looks and quick glances when you thought the other wasn’t looking, Sarah had officially had enough.

Sarah decided that something needed to be done. It was tiring and, frankly, sad to watch you and Kiara pretend you didn’t have feelings for each other.

An idea came to her as she watched the pair of you attempt to keep yourself from holding onto each other.

“I’m getting a drink,” Sarah announced out of nowhere, standing up and pointedly ignoring the doubtful look her boyfriend was giving her. She caught JJ’s gaze and tilted her head towards the door, “Give me a hand.” It wasn’t a request.

“Yes, ma’am,” He muttered.

“JJ-”

“You’re hot Sarah but I can’t do that to my boy,” He said as soon as they entered the kitchen. He jumped up onto the countertop and picked up a day-old piece of pizza, wolfing it down. “Has he pissed you off or something? Is it your birthday present? I told him not to get you that-”

“There’s nothing wrong with John B!” She scolded and crossed her arms.

“Debatable but continue.”

“JJ!” She shook her head and sighed. “We need to do something about those two.” She pointed towards the door. They could see through the window that you had returned to your place in Kiara’s arms and you both looked content with the arrangement.

He huffed in response. “You think we haven’t thoughts of that already? I’ve tried, Pope’s tried, even John B has but nothing gets through to them. It’s better to just leave them to it, they’ll figure it out eventually.”

“Not good enough,” She insisted. “If we don’t do anything about it, they’ll be in their thirties and still pining over each other. Besides, when you tried before, you were missing one very important piece.”

“Yeah? And what’s that?”

“Me,” She said, a strong undercurrent of ‘duh!’ in her tone. “I’ve played matchmaker for tons of people and I have a 100% success rate. Don’t you want them to be happy?”

JJ jumped off the counter and swung the door to the fridge open, pulling out a small bottle of water. “Obviously I do but I’m telling you that it’s not gonna work.”

“What did you guys try last time?”

“We basically did what we did to you and Kie but that didn’t do anything really, they just hung out. John B suggested that we set them up on blind dates with each other but when they saw it was just them, they invited us along and we couldn’t exactly say no. I tried the whole ‘hitting on Kie in front of Y/N’ thing but she just got all quiet and didn’t talk to me for like a week,” He pouted. “Longest week of my life, by the way.”

Sarah nodded, pursing her lips in thought. “Alright then, so we’ll try that last one again. We’ll just have to switch it up.”

He tilted his head to the side, “Huh?”

She pushed herself up onto the kitchen counter, opposite where JJ was sitting, and continued to detail the plan, “Last time, you tried flirting with Kie, right? That’s where you went wrong, Y/N got jealous and insecure but she’s not the confrontational type but Kie is so this time, flirt with Y/N instead but make it more believable, no corny pickup lines.”

“Corny?” He was indignant. “I never say corny-”

“Just,” Sarah said, clearly impatient. “Make a few flirty comments here and there. The rest of us will work on Kie.”

“What are we working on?” John B, Pope and Cleo were in the entrance to the kitchen, looking particularly perplexed.

John B narrowed his eyes at his girlfriend and raised his eyebrows, looking unimpressed, “Are you scheming again?”

“No!”

“Yes, she is,” JJ huffed and jumped down from the counter, “Control your woman!”

Sarah couldn’t bring herself to sit still, instead choosing to swing her legs and tap her fingers on the tops of her thighs, “We were just-”

“She! She was just!” JJ interrupted frantically, pointing at her and crossing his arms over his chest, “ I want no part of this, I’d rather not face Kie’s wrath again.”

“We,” Sarah maintained whilst sending JJ a loaded stare. “Are planning what we’re going to do about the two love birds in there. It’s going to work, I promise, I’ve done this plenty of times.”

“Oh, really?” Pope asked sarcastically. “You’ve set up one of the most stubborn people on the island with one of the most oblivious people on the island before, have you? What makes you think this time is going to be any different? It’s just going to end up with them being pissed off at us again, the only difference is that you’ll have to suffer through their moping as well.”

Cleo shook her head at her boyfriend’s dramatics, pulling a beer can out of the fridge, “The man’s got a point.”

John B nodded, “They don’t like people meddling in their weird relationship, especially Kie.”

“I know what I’m doing,” She turned to face JJ, “I need you to up the flirting with Y/N, not just when Kie’s around, make sure you do it all the time so she doesn’t catch on.”

The others exchanged a series of sceptical looks. Sarah’s plan seemed pretty solid in theory but none of them had the desire to risk the anger of either of the girls. Even Cleo, who hadn’t been around for the previous plans, could tell that there would be pretty dire consequences if they failed.

While your anger was more of the silent-whilst-plotting-a-murder type, Kiara was more likely to drown them and/or restrict their joint and alcohol consumption, which in JJ’s eyes was just as bad, if not worse.

“Sarah-”

“Just, I don’t know,” She sighed, exasperated. “Follow my lead or stay out of the way and JJ, do your thing,” She clapped and rubbed her hands together devilishly before walking past them into the living room.

The sight she was greeted with when she entered made her heart melt.

The two girls were no longer where they had been left, they had migrated from the floor in front of the couch to the couch itself but they were still too wrapped up in one another to notice that the others had left to begin with, let alone that they had returned.

“Are we watching this or not?” You asked, nodding towards the TV which had the menu screen of ‘The Black Phone’ loaded up.

“Depends,” JJ launched himself onto the couch next to you with a grin on his face and threw his arms around your shoulder, “Can I hold you if I get scared?”

Kiara pursed her lips in annoyance and narrowed her eyes at him. “I don’t think that’s going to be necessary, JJ, just cuddle Pope instead.”

“Um, dude,” John B announced, “Go get them, you might want to take Y/N with you.”

Sarah inwardly groaned, they needed to work on his lying abilities because this was just painful.

Kiara’s head shot up from where it was tucked into your neck, and her arms wrapped around your waist and gripped you tighter. Her eyes were set in a glare that landed on John B, making him fight back a flinch. “Why can’t you or Pope go with him? We’re comfy.”

“I’ve, um,” John B. stuttered and looked to Pope for help, which ended up being futile since his fellow pogue decided that staring at his phone was a better use of his time. “I’ve got to set up the TV, it’s gotta be done a specific way, and Pope is waiting for a phone call or something, I don’t know.”

“Real convincing,” JJ scoffed under his breath. He stood up and pulled you to your feet, ripping you out of Kiara’s grip. “Come on, Angel, let’s go.”

“Angel?” You and Kiara chorused. Your facial expression was one of pure confusion whilst Kiara’s was one of pure disgust.

“I don’t know, I’m trying something,” He shrugged. “Come on, I need a beer if you’re planning on making me watch this.”

As soon as you and JJ were out of sight, Kiara turned to face the remaining pogues that were left looking out the door after them. “I thought you were getting snacks, John B,” She laughed sarcastically and raised an eyebrow. “What are you trying to do with those two anyway? She’s not interested.”

Pope tilted his head in faux confusion and shrugged at her. “What do you mean? We just figured that maybe it was time for JJ to, you know, have a relationship that lasted more than one night before he ended up with an STD and who better than Y/N?”

Kiara pressed her lips together and clenched her jaw. “Why Y/N, though? Doesn’t she deserve better than just being someone to stop JJ from sleeping around, besides doesn’t he have a date tonight? He was bragging about it all day yesterday.”

Kiara was the only one he had mentioned the impending date to which briefly threw them for a loop. John B met Sarah’s gaze with an imploring stare, practically begging her to come up with someone as quickly as possible. Pope and Cleo had become extremely interested in Pope’s phone, actively ignoring the rest of the people in the room.

“Well,” Sarah began, settling into your previous place next to Kiara and she made a point to keep her gaze on anything but the other girl in an attempt to seem more nonchalant, “JJ was just telling us that things have changed between them lately, I guess? You should have heard him last night. Apparently, they went surfing the other day and got pretty close, he reckons she’s gonna say yes if he asks her out and he’s asking her out now.”

Kiara’s gaze whipped towards the door of the Chateau, a sour expression taking over her features, “It’s like she gonna say ‘yes’,” She scoffed and shook her head, “She’s never brought him up like that once and he’s not her type anyway.”

“Well,” Pope remarked, looking up from his phone to meet her gaze. “You are pretty intense about the whole no-pogue-on-pogue-macking thing, maybe she was scared you’d be mad if she mentioned it.”

“I mean,” Cleo said, clearly catching on to Pope’s thin of thinking, “Rudeboy isn’t my type but I’m not blind.”

Kiara folded her arms across her chest and tucked her legs underneath her body, taking turns to glare at each of the remaining pogues, “She wouldn’t, he’s too… JJ for her.

Speak of the devil and he shall arrive.

As she muttered those words, JJ walked through the door, carrying two cases of beer, “What’s that supposed to mean?” He chuckled, dropping the cases onto the coffee table.

“Nothing,” The others murmured. JJ looked suspiciously at the annoyed look on Kiara’s face and the almost identical deer-caught-in-the-headlights look that the rest were sporting.

John B clapped his hands after worryingly glancing around the room, “Okay so the movie’s all set up and snacks are ready. There’s no more need to talk about anything. JJ, get the curtains and Pope, get the lights, and we’ll get started then.”

Kiara nudged Sarah in her side to move further away from her in order to make room for you, who quickly and quite happily turned to your position in her arms.

Sarah and John B made themselves comfortable on the old, worn-out armchair beside them. Pope claimed the last space on the edge of the couch, with Cleo lounging on the floor between his legs. JJ, once again, launched himself onto the couch beside you, which was quite a tight fit given that the aforementioned couch was certainly not made for four people.

It took Kiara roughly ten and a half minutes before she was completely fed up and called it quits. JJ had somehow found plenty of opportunities to flirt with you, more than Kiara would consider appropriate.

“I’ve changed my mind,” She declared, her tone was harsh and her lips pressed into a thin line, and untangled herself from you to angrily storm out the door, trying and clearly failing to keep her anger at bay.

You glanced around in confusion, trying to meet your friends' gazes to determine the reason for Kiara’s sudden departure but came up empty. You weren’t completely oblivious, you saw the stoney glares that she had been sending to JJ but you figured that was just typical jj-being-an-idiot glares rather than anything else. You frowned, glancing between the TV screen and the door a few times before making up your mind; jumping up from the couch, you walked outside with clear purpose in your strides.

The pogues shared a triumphant look and ran towards the window, pulling the curtains open and preparing to watch their work come to fruition. JJ was relieved when they watched you join Kiara on a hammock, he’d had enough flirting with his best friends for a lifetime.

You and Kiara were far enough away that they couldn’t quite catch what you were saying but they figured that it was positive based on your and Kiara’s matching smiles. They cheered amongst themselves when they saw you lean over to pull her closer and watched as she laid her head in the crook of your neck.

Sarah turned around with a smug look on her face, “Told you.”

Kiara couldn’t but smile into your neck and run her fingers up and down your side, playing with the hem of your shirt, “Did JJ ask you anything when you guys went to get the beer?” She wondered out loud.

You paused, pulling your fingers from where they had been in Kiara’s hair, untangling some of the strands, “Kind of, we talked about his tonight and he wanted fashion advice.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” You chuckled, shaking your head, “He’s really excited, it’s adorable.”

Kiara’s tilted her head up and pouted at you, “Not as adorable as your girlfriend, though, right?”

You gave her an unimpressed look and pressed your lips to her forehead, “As adorable as JJ is, he doesn’t compare to you. I wouldn’t want anyone else.”

“No one else could deal with listening to your stupid ass conspiracy theories all day,” She joked, wrapping her arms around your waist and burying her face in your neck again.

“Well, that’s rude.”

“Still love me?”

“Duh.”

“You know, they’ve been trying to get us together all day,” Kiara noted, staring up at the clouds through the tree branches.

“I know, they’re not exactly subtle about it, are they?”

“Should we have told them?”

“Nah.”

an: i'm terrible at endings but what do you think? let me know in the replies/reblogs and send me any requests you have <3

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writing-with-emy · 9 months

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Idk if you’d be comfortable writing this (if you are not, no worries) but i was just wondering if you would write a poguesxf!reader where the reader comes off as a really happy and genuine person but is secretly struggling with self harm and is cutting herself and the pogues find out or see blood or something and she tries to play it off as nothing but they figure it out and convince her that she’s not a burden and then they all help her get help/get better in their own ways? Again if you’re not comfortable that’s totally fine, I know it’s heavy stuff.

FOREVER WINTER - Pogues x F!Reader

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Shipping: Pogues x F!Reader (platonic) Summary: Above in the request! Word counts: 3.880 words Warnings: explicit content and mentions of self harm, depression, suicidal Thoughts, self-hatred, swear words, mentions of drinking

A/N: Please do not read it if you struggle with something of the above, if you do read it, please keep in mind that you are loved and wanted! YOU ARE ENOUGH! I have put some Numbers under the Imagine if you want/need them. if you know someone who struggles with this or any other mental health issue, please be there for them, they need them and check on your loved ones you never know what there going through right at given moment. And as always, feel open to correct when/if you see writing/grammar mistakes! (Not part of the Eras festival!)

„That’s definitely not true.“, you Heard the voice of Pope going through the whole chateau. „Of course it is. I read it on Wikipedia.“, JJ threw back at Pope, like it was obviously the best and most reliable source of the Internet. The rest of it was blended out because of the Major Headache you got, maybe you shouldn‘t have drank so much last night at the bonfire party.

You let out an unidentified sound and tried to hide from the sun who shines into the window of yours and JJs room you sometimes shared at John B's place. You put a pillow on your face trying to make it darker, but that doesn‘t help to blend out the laughter coming from the living room. You were still wearing your sweater from last night, better to say you still wore your whole outfit from last night, but the sweater was the important part of it, it was your try to hide the wounds that came to your arm two nights prior. You‘ve been struggling with your mental health for quite a while actually, but your friends didn‘t need to know that. They didn‘t need to know, that your parents, who just were freshly separated, gave you a shit ton of stress because of your friends who weren‘t Kooks or that your grades started to go down or people like Rafe Cameron and his friends who loves to give a lot of shitty remarks on the way you dress or look because you were hanging with the Pogues. No, they didn‘t need to know that and to be fair as much as you tried to talk you into the mindset that it was just a phase of feeling shitty, the wanting of actually ending everything came way more often from day to day. Way more often than you wanted to admit Because you just felt like a burden to everyone and everything.

You had no Idea how long you laid in bed after you woke up, but once you heard the door open you turned to it and saw JJ coming in. „Hey there sleeping beauty, finally awake?“, he asked, walking to the dresser. „I‘ve been for a while.“, you said, forcing a smile and furrowing your brows together because of the headache. „What got a headache?“, he asked seeing your forced smile and the together furrowed brows You just nodded, laying your head against the Pillows. „Well, I don‘t like saying it but, I told you not to drink so much, so.. I told you so.“. He said, smirking. „Just shut up, you‘re the reason I‘m even awake.“, you said laughing slightly. „You didn‘t just say that.“ he gasped, putting a hand on his chest. „Yes I did, what do you wanna do about it?“, you asked, grinning slyly at him. What you didn‘t expect was him taking your pillow and throwing it in your face. „Are you serious?“, you grumbled under the pillow. „Yes.“, he said and you didn‘t even need to look to know he has his shit eating grin on looking at you. You took your pillow, throwing it back in his face, before sitting up hearing your stomach grumble. „I‘m gonna grab something to eat, do whatever you wanted to do when you came in.“, you said, getting up from the bed and going out.

When you came Into the living room you saw John B, Kie and Pope together on the couch talking. John B waa the first to notice you. „Hey, she is awake!“, raising his Coca Cola Can in the air. „Ayyy.“, Pope and Kie said, raising theirs.

You wanted to say something but your stomach came first and grumbled loudly which made everyone laugh.

„I‘m gonna grab something to eat, and then I‘m right back.“, you said smiling, before going to the kitchen. You made yourself some toast with whatever was left over and grabbed yourself a Can of Coca Cola. „So what were you guys talking about earlier?“, you asked, throwing yourself next to Kie. „Oh, JJ just told us a stupid fact about Phineas and Ferb which wasn‘t true.“, Pope said. You just nodded while taking a bite from your toast. „Why are you still wearing the stuff from last night?“, Kie changed the subject. „Oh.. I just forgot to bring clothes to change into, I‘m just gonna drive home later to change and shower before coming back.“, you said, hoping they would believe you. You knew you could always borrow something from John B since he lives here and even from JJ because half of his clothes are here. „Why didn‘t you ask? I could‘ve given you some spare clothes for the night.“, John B stated something you already knew. „I know I just was probably too drunk to think about that.“, you said, giving John B your best smile you could spare right now.

He let it be because pope stated that you were actually really drunk last night, more than usual.

–

A few hours later you came home, hoping that your mother wasn‘t home right now, but to your luck she was.

„Where were you last night, I told you to come straight home after the Bonfire.“, she said, trying to keep calm but slightly failing at it. You knew when your mom was angry, nostrils flared, eyes wide with anger and her cheeks had a slight tone of red which wasn‘t cursed because of her rouge she normally wore. „I slept over at some friends house, I was too drunk to drive and I forget to text you I‘m sorry.“, you knew you didn‘t need to say their names, she already knew where you were so no need to lying, at least that would take away some steam, telling the truth was better than lying to her in those kind of situations. „And were your so-called friends the reason you drank so much?“, she asked, putting quote marks to the “friends” parts. „No I wanted it myself, they tried to stop me even but I didn‘t let them.“, you knew whatever you say, she wouldn‘t believe you when it came to the Pogues,

But to your surprise she just nodded.

„You're grounded for the next two weeks, no Pogues, no drinking and no phone.“, she said, putting her hand out. You turned off your phone before giving it to her. „Now, up to your room, and take a shower you smell like a whole bar of old drunk man.“, she said, scrunching her nose in disgust. You nodded walking up the stairs to your room.

You took off all your clothes, throwing them in your laundry basket, before taking new stuff out and going into your bathroom. You turn the Water on steaming hot before going in and let the heat relax your muscles. You laid your head back letting the hot water hit your face trying to calm your haughty who are spiraling right now. When you looked down you saw your cuts which are starting to heal, the crust on them in a dark red–brownish color the feeling and wanting to cut again coming back up. You finish your shower quickly, before heading out and putting a white towel around your body. Back in your room you sit on your bed, thinking but before you knew it you had a new blade in your hand while standing in your bathroom. The door behind you was closed and locked so your mom couldn‘t come in, you turned the shower on again so she wouldn’t hear you.

And there you were standing in front of your mirror just blankly staring at yourself in your towel with still damp hair, the short time outside nearly drying your hair since today was a really hot day in the outer banks. You knew your friends wanted to look for fish and go swimming out with the boat, but you couldn't resist the urge no matter how hard you tried.

(A/N: I give you the chance of skipping this part because is getting more explicit here with the self harm, so feel free to skip <3)

You just stared and the thoughts came rushing in your head. They don‘t want you. You are just a burden. You are a burden for your family, your friends and the people around you. You are just a piece of shit. You are worth nothing. You are not worthy of love. Do you really think your parents love you? You are.. You.. ..

You couldn‘t bear it anymore, you just grabbed the blade and set the first cut, then the second and the third. You just started going wild, and after you could see the one arm not anymore because of the blood, you started on the other arm, just going absolutely feral like a wild animal trying to kill its prey. You didn‘t even notice that you started crying while doing it, you stopped when your other arm was also full with your own blood.

(A/N: It’s over here, I didn‘t wanted it to Long )

You let the razor blade fall into the sink, breaking down crying not realizing that your blood is dripping in the sink, on the floor and on your towel which you have to throw away later. You just cried, cried because you felt unworthy of anything, friends, love, parents, anything that is normal in someone’s life. And it was triggered just by the little argument with your mom, what you couldn‘t even call that. You had no Idea how long you sat on the bathroom floor crying, but once you calmed down, you got up, you washed your arms free from the blood, the water slightly burning in your fresh wounds, but you tried to make no noise. Before you did anything else, you grabbed your first aid kit from your bathroom cabinet and put bandages around your arms, firmly enough to hopefully stop the bleeding. You changed in your room, you just throw on some shorts, a shirt and a new sweater, before putting on your shoes and throwing some spare clothes in a backpack and climbing out of your window, you had luck that under your window was the roof of the Garage and that your Mom hadn‘t took away your car keys.

Once you got into your car you turned the engines on and drove away. You saw your mom running out, yelling at you from the rearview mirror but you turned on your radio and drove to the Chateau. Was it stupid? Yes. Would you be in more trouble afterwards? Yes. Did you care right now? Absolutely fucking not.

–

The engine turned off once you turned the key, the radio dying instantly, you watched your friends getting the boat ready for a little trip like usual. You just sit there quietly, thinking if you really wanted to go with them, or if you would just be a burden for them? You took a deep breath before mumbling under your breath „fuck it.“, you took your backpack and got out of your car, walking towards them.

„Hey she is back!“ JJ yelled, with two fishing rods in his hands. „Yeah, and guess who is grounded for two weeks?“, you grinned at him. „And then you are here?“, Pope asked. „Well, I don‘t really care. I mean she can‘t contact me, while she is the one who has my phone.“, you laughed. „That’s my girl.“, JJ grinned, giving Pope the Rods before putting an arm around your shoulders. „Well, looks like I have another guest for those two weeks.“, John B said, putting the buckets down. „I‘m just bringing my Backpack in and then I‘m right back outside.“, you said, wending out of JJs arm, going Inside, throwing your backpack on the bed.

–

Like 15 minutes later you guys were on the way to a place where the water would be deep enough to swim and to fish, once you guys found the place, you stopped the boat and let the anchor down.

After a while you had now Idea how much time is passing by, you just realized the sun is slowly starting to settle down, while laughing absolutely hard at one or JJs stupid Jokes, you had funny and actually forget what Made broke down earlier, actually you had pushed those memories and feelings so far back in your brain, that you forgot that you had bandages around both of your underarms when you rolled up your sleeves. You were at first confused as to why everyone quieted down, but when you looked at your arms, you remembered what you did early and faster put them down again looking at every single one of your friends who just stared at you.

„Y/N..“, Pope started. „Yeah?“, you asked like nothing happened. „Why Did you have bandages around your arms?“, kie asked straightly. „What?“, you tried to act innocent, not to let anything shine through. „You know what we mean.“ John B said. „Nope.“, you said while sipping your drink.

And that started an argument about why you have bandages around your underarms.

„Y/N, come on, you can tell us when something is going on.“, JJ said. „Nothing is going on, I had an accident.. that’s all.“, you said, shrugging with your shoulders. „An accident on both of your arms?“, Pope asked, not believing a single word you just said. „Yep.“, you nodded, trying to not let your eyes get watery.

They stared at you again for some time, just in pure disbelief you would lie them blankly in the face.

„I‘m okay guys, it‘s nothing.“. You tried laughing it off. „Stop telling us that you‘re okay, when you‘re clearly not.“, Throwed JJ in getting mad at the fact that you kept your problems away from them.

You just kept quiet looking away, trying to hold in your tears that started brimming in your eyes.

„You know what, you don‘t need to tell us anything..yet. We can just sit here, it's okay.“, Kie said, putting a hand on your shoulder. „But we can‘t help you, if you don‘t let us.“, Pope said, coming to your other side putting a hand on your other shoulder. „I know.. I just don‘t want to cry.. I feel.. Fuck, I feel so stupid for crying.“, you said looking up in the sky, still tryongnto hold those tears in. „Hey.. It‘s Okay to cry.“, John B said, squatting down in front of you, turning and holding your face in his hands so you look at him. „It‘s okay.“, he said, looking you in the eyes. „They‘re right Y/N, all of them.“, JJ said, squatting down next to John B.

You nodded, finally letting your tears break out. The four of them started hugging you in a big hug, all of them embracing you in a hug full of love, a hug that feels like comfort and Home. Once you let go of them, and they let go of you, you told them everything, what’s been going on, the remarks of rafe that were worsened when your friends weren‘t with you, the divorce of your parents plus them hating on your friends and very little else.

„Why didn‘t you tell us that earlier?“, Kie asked. „I didn‘t wanted to be a burden, which I probably am right now, I didn‘t wanted you to put all that on you, especially at the start of the divorce of my parents, I just fell into that habit of hurting myself, when I came home it just was the worst I have ever been with this feeling, I didn‘t even realized, that I was doing it so much and so fast, I just wanted to quiet down my thoughts. I wanted to drain them out and not feel anything..“, you explain to them. „You aren‘t a burden, who told you that.“, John B stated. „Well, I actually heard my Mom say it on the phone while the divorce was still going on. She was discussing it with my father who would keep me. They talked about me like I was an object and not a person.“, you said, staring at your hands.

You didn‘t have to look to know that everyone was looking at you with pitying faces.

„You aren‘t a burden, your mom is fucking stupid to say stuff like this, she doesn‘t deserve you.“, JJ said standing up. You looked at him while everyone said his name in shock. „No he is right..“, you started. „But I don‘t really want to talk about it anymore.. can we switch the theme?“, you asked, drying your eyes with the arms of your sweater.

–

When you were back at the Chateau, you felt someone putting their arm around your shoulders.

„Don‘t worry, we‘re getting you away from that, and out of that dark hole.“, Kie said, going next to you. „Yeah definitely, we‘re gonna kick their asses.“, JJ said, coming next to you with a bucket full of fish. „Thank you guys, you really make me feel safe.“, you said with a light smile. „Yep, and we aren‘t going anywhere anytime soon.“, Pope said, while JJ put his arm around your waist. „Right, and you‘re gonna stay here as long as you need to. See the chateau as your clinic now, and we are doctors and nurses to help you.“, John B said, walking in front of you guys with the other bucket in hand. „I don‘t know if I want JJ as my Doctor or my nurse.“, you said jokingly. „Hey, what does that mean?“he asked, offended. „I think I would be a great nurse or a doctor.“, he started trying to walk past you, Kie and pope, tripping and nearly falling on his face in the process. „Try to learn to walk straight first.“, you said a grin slipping its way on your Lips.

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„Hey what’s wrong, pretty face?“, JJ asked, sitting down next to you. „I don‘t know if I‘m doing the right thing, whilst staying away from my mom and stuff you know..“, you said.

The two weeks where you normally would’ve been grounded, past way two fast, it’s the beginning of week three, and you actually didn‘t harm yourself in those three weeks. Well, nearly, you tried it a few times secretly, but you were always stopped luckily.

„You‘re doing the right thing.“, JJ said, putting an arm around your shoulder pulling you closer to him. „Then why does it feel so wrong to me.?“, you asked, leaning against him and putting your head on his shoulder. „Well, you Mom expected you to live after her and do everything to make her happy and be at her standards, but right now you‘re focusing on you and not her, that’s probably why.“, he said, drawing little things on your shoulder while leaning his head against yours. „Can we like, I don‘t know cuddle for a bit? I just want to be close to someone for a little bit. Is that okay?“, you asked JJ, looking up at him. „Yeah totally.“, he said.

You both lie down on the bed you're sitting on to cuddle, which actually helped with the way you were feeling.

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Today was a bad day, a very bad day. You were out with the Pogues like you were for the last few weeks, the last Month you and the Pogues went out nearly every single day and today was not different. You either went to the Wreck, to the beach to surf, out on the boat, or just drove around in the Twinkie even in the middle of the night.

All those things actually helped get you away from your thoughts, well it went well until today. You didn‘t know what was wrong, but today just fell off even though you were excited, because today was a Little movie show near the beach, and you guys decided to go there and watch the movie, that was until Rafe Cameron needed to make a remark. You tried to ignore it, but when he and his friends started laughing, you couldn't bear it and just ran away. You didn‘t make it war away, just war enough to hide between the cars at the Twinkie.

You started crying once you were alone, that just sat you off and ruined it.

„Hey.. Hey..“, you Heard John B coming towards you, before sitting next to you on the floor and pulling you against his chest. „It‘s okay, you‘re okay.“, he said, straddling your head. „I‘m sorry, I didn‘t want to ruin it. I tried to be strong, but I just couldn‘t once they laughed. I‘m so so sorry that I‘m so fucking weak and need to cry..“, you croaked against his chest. „Hey don‘t say that.. This? These tears are not a weakness. This right now is not a weakness.. This all shows how strong you are and how strong you‘ve been. And when you‘re done, look back and know that you were strong enough to overcome what you once thought to be impossible, alright?a, he asked, holding your face in his hands.

You just nodded sniffling. He gave you a kiss on your forehead before pulling you again against his chest.

„Did you really need to punch him in the face JJ?“, Popes' voice was heard. „Yes.“, the speaker answered. „Well, This whole thing sucked, so let’s just go home and watch a movie there.“, Kie said looking at you and John B, who now were sitting in the open twinkie. „Yeah let’s do that.“, you said, giving them a little smile.

Back at the chateau, you guys watched some old movie that John B had there. You were sitting next to JJ, when you looked at him shortly, before putting your head on his shoulder.

„Thank you for Punching Rafe.“, you whispered. „No need to thank me.“, he whispered back. You just smile softly for yourself.

–

A few months later, you started to stay just for a few days at your mothers since her house doesn‘t really feel like a home anymore. To your surprise she couldn‘t care less, a few months ago you would‘ve cried about that fact, but since you way over that because of your friends that are your family now, you also couldn‘t care less. Today you were back at the chateau, drinking and having fun with your friends, when something came to your mind.

„I never said, 'Thank you‘, did I?“, you said out of nowhere. „For what?“, John B asked, with everybody agreeing. „For.. Well.. Everything you did for me the past few months.“, you said smiling looking at every single one of them. „You don‘t need to thank us for that.“, Kie said. „Yeah, that‘s what friends are there for.“, Pope said. „No.“, JJ said, getting everyone off guard. „What?“, everyone said in sync. „We are not friends, we are a family. That‘s what a family is there for.“, he said standing up looking in your eyes.

Smiling, you stand up with JJ raising your Can Beer in the air.

„On us and all the years in the future we hopefully stay like this. Cheers!“, you said looking at your family. „On Us!“, everyone cheers with you taking a sip from their drinks.

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"We’re the Pogues, and our mission this summer is to have a good time, all the time." A boy narrates

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The boy stands at the top of a house, dangling his foot off.

"That's what, a three story fall to the deck?" Boy 2 theorizes from below, "I give you about a one in three chance of survival."

He hums sticking his finger in the air, "Should I do it?"

"Yeah, you should jump. I'll shoot you on the way down." He says pointing a power drill at him.

"You'll shoot me?" He asks making a gun with his hand, "Pew!"

A girl walks out from the unfinished house, "They're gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers."

"Of course they are. Why wouldn't they?" Boy 3 asks

"This used to be a turtle habitat, but who cares about the turtles, I guess?" She complains

"I can't have cold towels." Boy 3 replies

She looks up to wear he sits, "Can you please not kill yourself?"

"Don't spill that beer. I'm not giving you another one." Girl 2 pipes up as she watches boy 1.

Boy 1 continues to mess around, "Whoa! Oh, shit."

His can falls from his hand and onto the floor.

"Of course you did, right after I told you I wasn't going to give you a new one." Girl 2 quips

"Smooth." Girl 1 says

Boy 1 groans, looking down at his now empty can.

"A plus." Boy 3 tells him

"Dumbass." Girl 1 insults

Boy 2 looks over to the driveway, right where an officer stands.

"Hey!" The officer shouts

Boy 2 turns back to his friends, "Hey, uh, security's here. Let's wrap it up."

"Boys are here early today." Boy 1 states

"Humpty Dumpty, let's roll!" Boy 2 exclaims

Boy 3 rolls over from his spot while Boy 1 climbs down from his. Girl 2 follows Boy 2 to the back door.

Girl 1 smiles, "Let's go, boys."

"Gary is that you?" Boy 3 shouts

"Come on quite it." Boy 2 says

"Hey, what are you doing?" The officer questions

"Gary, good to see you, man!" Boy 3 yells

"JJ!" The officer screams

"You're asking for it." Girl 1 laughs

The group of teens laugh and holler as they run through the house, weaving through the construction equipment.

JJ slips in front of the officer but is quick to get up, running the other way with the others.

"Get 'em! They're comin' your way!" The officer calls out

JJ gets caught up with another officer who grabs him, "I got him!"

He slips from his grasps and takes off, "Not much of a hugger man!"

"Go, Pope! Go! Go, go, go, go, go, go!" He tells him as they hop the fence.

Pope drops the floor face first and groans.

JJ laughs, "Get up, Pope, fatso's coming."

On queue the officers face pops up over the fence, "Hey! Come here, you little pricks!"

Pope jumps up and races towards the honking van.

Boy 1 continues to honk, "Bus is leaving!"

Girl 1 sticks her head out the passenger window, "Come on, boys! Whoo!"

Girl 2 holds open the sliding door, "Jeez! Could you be any slower?"

Pope is the last to jump in and Boy 1 drives off.

Officer Gary chases after them on foot, "Hey, hey! Hey! Hey!"

Pope laughs at him, "Check out Gary, gunnin' for a raise."

JJ switches places with Girl 2 by the door, "Come on, Gary! Wait. Slow down."

"Hey! You little pricks!" Gary yells

"Stop guys. You're gonna give him a heart attack." Girl 1 scolds

JJ hangs out the door with a beer in his hand, extending it him, "You're so close! You can do it. There you go."

He toss the can at him making him stop in his tracks.

JJ groans, "They don't pay you enough, bro."

Girl 2 pulls him back into the van, "JJ, stop."

He giggles, "Oh, come on. That sort of stuff is just begging to be punished."

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Boy 1 continues his narration, "The Outer Banks, Paradise on Earth. It's the sort of place where you either have two jobs or two houses. Two tribes, one island."

•

The teens are quick to move on from their situation, now laughing and talking about whatever comes to mind.

Boy 1 watches as they pass well kept houses, expensive boats, and an opened field that is only used for golfing.

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"All right. This is Figure Eight, the rich side of the island. Home of the Kooks. So, guess where we don't live."

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Turning onto a different part of the island, the scenery changes. The houses aren't as big and well kept. No golf courses or yachts are seen.

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"And then, this is the south side or the cut. Home of the working class who make a living busing tables, washing yachts, running charters. The natural habitat of... drumroll, please... the Pogues. That's us."

"Pogues, pogies, the throw away fish. Lowest member of the food chain. Okay. So, the down side of the Pogue life is we're ignored and neglected. But the upside of Pogue life? We're ignored and neglected, which means we do whatever we want, whenever we want."

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They all sit on a boat doing their own thing, Boy 1 pulls up a net and drops the fish inside onto the deck.

"Nice haul, dude. Look at that." JJ compliments

Girl 1 scoots back from the fish in front of her, "Ugh, John B."

"Been all bait for, like, three weeks." JJ informs

John B picks up a fish and throws it at him.

"Gross." He laughs

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"Well I guess it's time for introductions."

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JJ stands inside the wheelhouse steering the boat.

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"That's JJ, my best friend since the third grade. He's about as local as the come. Latest in a long line of fishing, drinking, smuggling, vendetta holding salt lifers who made their living off the water. Best surfer I know. Just don't tell him I said that. Mild kleptomaniac and future tax cheat."

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Girl 1 sits by a bonfire talking to someone about micro plastics.

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"And that's Kiara, or Kie, as we call her. When not saving turtles or listening to Marley, or getting a dolphin tattoo, she hangs out with us. I'm not really sure why, though. So, she's a rich kid, actually. Foot in both world. Her family owns The Wreck, this Outer Banks institution. Total cash cow with the tourist. You know, I'm not really sure how her parent feel about us. I guess we all sort of have a thing for her."

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Pope sits on the boat smiling at his friends.

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"That's Pope, the brains of the operation... finalist for the Lucas T. Vanderhorst Merit Scholarship. And the smartest person I know. Little bit of a weirdo. His father is this legend charter, Heyward. Anything you wanted on the island, Heyward could get for you. Now, I'm not sure Heyward knew what to make of his oddball son, but it didn't matter. He was a Pogue, just like the rest of us."

•

Girl 2 sits at the edge of the boat, letting her feet sit in the water.

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"That one right there is Y/n, the living definition of an angel, way too pretty and nice for her own good. She spends most of her time helping Pope and his dad with work or shredding waves with JJ. She, like Kie, is a Kook, well half a Kook. Her mom is a Pogue and her dad is a Kook, she is a baby of an affair. Her parents love her more than anything, never seen such good coparenting."

•

The group stands together watching the sunset on the water.

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"That's my crew."

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John B flushes the toilet and wonders around his house.

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"And that's me, John Booker Routledge. And this is where I live. An old fish shack on the marsh. The Château, as my dad used to call it."

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He hangs up a picture of him and his dad.

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"There's Dad. He disappeared at sea nine months ago, looking for a shipwreck. Who disappears at sea these days? I miss him. And then there's Mom. She split when I was three. Last I heard, she was in Colorado. I think it was Colorado."

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He taps a picture with the top of his bottle, "Uncle T!"

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"That's Uncle T. Since Dad's vanished, he's supposedly my legal guardian. At the moment, he's in Mississippi, building houses...which means it's just me right now, hanging out with my friends. Three months after my dad was missing, he was officially presumed dead. I refused to sign the papers. Until I see a body, I'm not giving up."

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"John it has come to our attention that you are an unemancipated minor living on your own." A woman sighs sitting across from him.

He scoffs, "No... No. No."

"John, I need honesty to help you. That's what we want, right?" She asks

"Yeah. I'm being honest." He answers

"Okay, then when is the last time you spoke to your uncle?" She questions

He looks down at his wrist, "Uh... 34 minutes ago."

"Last time you saw him?" She asks

"Two hours and... 43 minutes ago?" He claims

She looks up from her papers, "John, we're gonna come out there tomorrow to talk to your uncle. If he's not there, we're gonna move forward with foster care. I want to assure you, we're gonna find you a safe and loving home."

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"They actually thought I was gonna be happy to hear that. And that's we're this story starts. My dad missing, my uncle MIA, and the Bride of Frankenstein threatening foster care. But then I caught a break."

•

A reporter's commentary fills the crowded shop, "Hurricane Agatha continues its steady march towards Kildare island on the Outer Banks of North Carolina..."

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"Hurricane Agatha, coming in the same day DCS was supposed to do my assessment."

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He leaves the shop and stands out on a dock, alarms blaring, alerting people that the hurricane is close and coming head on.

Pulling out his phone he calls child services, "Yeah, uh... I think we're gonna have to reschedule."

•

Him, Y/n, and Pope race out in the storm, boards in hand, hoping to catch some killer waves.

"It's a double overhead out there, bro." Pope tells them

John B stops and looks out to the water, "Double overhead?"

Pope looks at them, "Those aren't surf-able waves, bro."

John B laughs, "Says who?"

Y/n runs ahead, "Only one way to find out!"

Soon they're all in the water, thunder clapping around them. The waves they don't ride take them under, other than that it's a fun time.

John B sits on the surf and something catches his eye, "What the hell?

It's a boat and it's getting thrashed around by the deeper waves. The storm gets stronger, making them go back home, only for the power to go out.

•

John B wakes up in his bed to the sound of chickens clucking and a rooster crowing. He sighs sitting up, grabbing his phone.

He turns off his phone "No service."

Getting up he tries the light switch, "No power. Great."

He walks into the living room, smacking his friend, "Yo, JJ, you been outside?"

JJ keeps his head in the cushions, "I have polio, bro. I can’t walk."

He pushes open the back door and takes in the damage.

He yawns, "Oh, man. That's no good. That's not good."

He walks around to the boat, "Oh, man."

JJ steps outside, "Agatha did some work, huh?"

"Yeah, she did." He replies

"Whatcha thinkin'?" He asks

He climbs in the boat, "I'm thinkin' that storm surge pushed all the crabs out in the marsh maze. All those drums are gonna chase the crab."

"What about the DCS? Wasn't that today?" He questions

"Nah, they're not gettin' on a ferry." He says cleaning out the boat, "Come on, think about it. It's god tellin' us to fish."

•

The boys set sail on the boat, dolphins trailing behind. They wave to other Pogues checking on what they have left.

"Hi, Miss Amy! You guys get through it?" John B asks a women in the dock.

"Still here." She answers

"She totally looked at me." JJ states as they drive away.

"I saw it." He confirms, "Dude look at this place."

He whistles, "Agatha, what did you do?"

"She is a crazy lady." He comments

"Hardcore dude." He replies, "Hurricane surge. We'll be cleaning this all summer."

"That is my nightmare." He claims

Pope stands at the end of a dock, "Well, look who we have here."

JJ whoops and hollers at him.

John B cups his hands around his mouth, "We have a safety meeting. Attendance mandatory."

"I can't. My pops got me on lockdown." Pope tells them

"Come on, man." He mimics static, "Your dad's a pussy. Over."

Mr. Heyward walks over, "Oh, I heard that, you little bastard."

"We need your son." John B confesses

"Yeah, and island rules. Day after a hurricane's a free day." JJ adds

"Who the hell made that up?" Mr. Heyward asks

"Uh... Pentagon, I think. We have security clearance. I have a card." He proclaims

"Y'all think I'm stupid?" He questions

"I'll do it tomorrow. I promise. Tomorrow." Pope says

"You think- No, no. Hell no. You doin' it right now." He demands

"Get in the boat." John B whispers to him as he slowly sails by.

"Make a run for it." JJ says not as quietly.

He father begins to threaten him, "Boy, if you get in that boat-"

Pope drops what's in his hands and jumps into the boat.

"Go, go, go." He tells John B

"Bring your ass back up here." He demands

"I promise I'll do it tomorrow, Dad." He swears as they pull off.

"When you get back you gonna clean shrimp. You gonna clean fish. You'll clean your dirty ass room!" He yells at him

"Sorry, Mr. Heyward!" John b shouts, "We'll bring him back in one piece."

"I don't like your friends!" He voices

•

Pulling up to another dock they meet Kie and Y/n.

JJ puts on an Irish accent, "Oh, top o' the mornin' ya."

"Good morning boys." Kie greets

"Morning." John B replies

"Pope was able to bless us with his presence today?" Y/n teases smiling down at the boy.

JJ smacks his shoulder, "Yeah but he's stuck cleaning for the rest of his life."

Pope rolls his eyes, "Whatcha got? You got some juice boxes?"

"You know, just some yogurts and carrot sticks." Kie answers

JJ helps them into the boat, "How about my kind of juice box?"

"Yeah." She assures

John B lowers his voice an octave, "Brace for impact."

•

A few drinks in a JJ is ready to have some fun, "Bet you can't do this. Let me show you a party trick."

"Terrifying." Kie states as he climbs past her to the bowsprit.

"Hey, Pope. Can you go a little faster?" He requests

"Oh, here we go. I'm movin'." John B announces moving behind pope.

Y/n follows him and joins him for a back row seat of the show.

"We've tried this like six thousand times." Pope says

"I got this. It's gonna work." JJ assures

Pope picks up the speed, JJ tilts the beer bottle towards his mouth. Hoping that the beer will fly out of the bottle and into his mouth.

Kie gets splashed with the liquid, "Oh, my god. You're getting beer in my hair!"

Pope holds his hand out for cover, "All right. All right!"

"All right, you're done." John b tells him

"All right, stop!" Pope shouts

The motor rattles and sends JJ flying off the boat into the water. Everyone else is sent tumbling forward in the boat.

"Jesus, Pope!" Kie scolds

JJ breaches the tops of the water and groans.

"You okay, JJ?" John b asks

"I think my heels touched the back of my head." He groans

"Kie, Y/n, you okay?" He asks

"I'm alright." Kie assures sitting up

"Same here." Y/n replies picking herself up

JJ swims back to the boat, "Pope, what did you do?"

"Sand bar. The channel changed." He answers

"No Shit." He spits

John B grunts, "Ugh, this is probably gonna mess this whole place up."

Pope stands where JJ once was, looking out at the water.

"Hey, I saved the beer, though." JJ gushes

"Congrats, JJ." He says

Pope squints his eyes at something, "Guys... I think there's a boat down there."

"Shut up. What?" John B replies

"No way." Kie dismisses

Y/n walks over to him, knowing the boy wouldn't lie about such a thing.

He points to the water, "No, no, guys. I'm serious. There's a boat down there. For real."

"What the fuck." Y/n marvels

"It's a boat!" He exclaims

"Holy shit, he's right. Let's go." Kie jabbers

She tugs y/n's arm and they both take off their shorts, leaving them in their bathing suits. The boys do the same with their shirts.

"You think there's a dead body down there?" Pope asks

No bothers to answer as the all jump into the water.

Pope sets down his shirt, "Guys, wait up!"

"Get your ass in here, Pope!" JJ yells

He cannon balls into the water, they all take a deep breath before swimming down. They take a quick look around before coming back up.

"Did you guys see that? You guys saw that right?" JJ gasps

"Yeah." They all answer

"That's a Grady White." He informs, "A new one of those is like 500 Gs, easy. That's a primo rig."

They all climb back into the boat.

"Yeah. That's the boat I saw when I surfed the surge." He confesses, "Maybe it hit the jetty or something."

"You surfed the surge?" Kie asks

"Yeah." He answers

JJ laughs, "That's my boy. Pogue style."

"What the heck?" She says

"Wait, wait. Do we know whose boat that is?" Pope questions

John B opens a hatch, "No, but we're about to find out."

"Dude, it's too deep."JJ states

"Oh, for the weak and feeble, JJ." He replies

"Well, I'm not resuscitating you." He tells him, "I'm just making that clear up front."

John B picks up the anchor, "That's fine."

"John B." Kie voices

"What?" He chuckles

"Diver down, fool." Pope salutes

He salutes him back, "Diver down."

JJ pushes him into the water, "Yeah he is."

He lets the anchor carry him down, swimming over to the boat when he's low enough. He looks quickly, finding a key. Running out of air he makes his way back up.

His friends watch the water for any sign of him.

"Should we go get him?" Y/n worries

John B answers her question himself, popping back up to the surface.

"Oh, my god. That took forever!" Kie complains

"Any dead bodies?" Pope wonders

"Looting potential?" JJ asks

"No. No. I found this motel key." He answers dangling it from his finger.

"A key." Pope says

"Yes, a key, Pope." He confirms pulling himself back into the boat.

"Great! We salvaged a motel key." JJ quips

"Guys, we should report the wreck to the coast guard. Maybe we'll get a finders fee." Kie suggests on their way back.

"Yeah, and not work all summer. Thanks, Agatha, ya batch." JJ comments

•

"So you haven't seen him since?" A man asks

"Not since before the storm." A woman answers

"What did the police say?" He questions

"Well, they said I have to wait 24 hours before I can report anything but I know somethings up." She claims

"Nothing is wrong. You know, it's Scooter. He knows how to handle himself in a storm." He assures

"Well, when was the last time that you saw him?" She asks

"Uh, last time I saw him, he was prepping the Druthers with Sarah." He says walking into the house, "Sarah! You seen the princess?"

A woman on the staircase answers, "She's out back."

He watches as a light flickers, "Let there be generators."

"Thank god. It's like living in Nicaragua." The woman on the stairs nags.

The man leads the other woman out back, "Iy didn't fall near the house. It completely up rooted it. Oh look at this. Storm blew it right into the pool. Be careful with that. Rose is gonna kill me."

The pool cleaner freezes, "Yes, sir, Mr. Cameron."

He looks back at the woman, "I don't wanna know how much it cost."

A young girl pops up from the other side of the pool, "Dad, the Wi-Fi's not working. I can't post anything."

"Wheezie, there was a hurricane, sweetheart." He states "What is your sister doing?"

She looks over her shoulder, "Saving mice."

"I'm sorry. Sarah!" He calls

She continues to swat at seagulls, "I'm busy."

"What are you doing?" He asks walking over, the woman following.

"The burrows filled with water from the surge. The birds are having a field day." She replies chasing after the birds.

"The birds have to eat too, Sarah." He reminds

"No, it's a mouse genocide out here. No!" She groans

He sighs, "It's the cycle of life is what it is, sweetheart. Now, come on."

"I can't be apart of it. First they came for the mice, Daddy." She tells him

"Yeah, well, I have an actual human being that you might help." He says

The woman reaches her hand out, "Hi."

She rushes to take her hand, "I'm Sarah. I'm so sorry."

"This is Lana, Scooter's wife." He introduces, "Now, you were storm prepping with him, right?"

"Yeah. He helped me latch the cabin on the Druthers." She answers

"Last night?" He asks

"Yeah." She confirms

"Did he go out after that?" He questions

"From here?" She asks

"Yeah.” he replies

"No. Are you crazy? There was a hurricane." She reminds

"Well, did he say where he was going? Get a phone call or mention anything?" Lana wonders

"He didn't say anything to me." She affirms, "I'm so sorry. Is he okay?"

Mr. Cameron puts an arm around Lana, "He's absolutely okay. He's hunkered down somewhere, all right? We're gonna find him."

•

John B pushes his way through the crowded office, "Hey. Excuse me."

JJ squeezes through the other side, "Hey, man, we- we found a boat."

The officer ignores them, continuing his very loud conversation with the others.

John B tries again, "You're gonna wanna hear this."

The officer puts his hand in his face, "Hey! Calm down."

He gives up and pushes his way back out, JJ hot on his heel.

"Well that went well." Pope says, "So what's the plan?"

John B holds out the key, "I think I know how we're gonna find the guy who owns the boat."

"No, no. We don't know whose room that is. It could be anyone." Pope stammers

"I'm in." JJ chimes

"Come on. We'll be lookout." Kie says throwing her arm around y/n.

"It'll be better if you're there." Y/n tells him as they follow JJ.

John B pats his chest as he walks by, "Finders fee. Just sayin'. And, hey, at least you'll only be an accomplice."

"Man." He mumbles before following.

"Come on, bubba." John B beckons.

•

JJ whistles at the motel, "I thought the Château looked bad."

"This place is a shit show." John b comments

"Motel or meth lab?" Kie asks

"You be the judge." Pope replies

"This doesn't look like the type of place somebody with a Grady white would stay." Y/n voices

"No. It looks like a place someone with a Grady white would get killed." Pope says

JJ mimics a pilot, "This is your captain speaking. HMS Pogue comin' in for landing."

He whoops jumping off the boat onto land, trying it down.

"Is it good?" John B asks

He tightens the rope, "Yep."

John B huffs, "All right. Here goes nothin'."

"Hey." Pope calls, "Don't let him do anything stupid."

"Oh, we will." JJ replies

John B looks back at him before turning, "I'm not making promises."

"Yeah, I know." He grumbles

"Uh, be careful." Kie says handing him the key, "I mean it."

He chuckles with a sly smile, "Yeah. Let's go."

Y/n daps up JJ, "Don't have too much fun."

He puts his hand on his chest, "Me? Having fun? Never."

John B claps his shoulder and they walk off, "What are all these mattresses doing out here?"

"After a hurricane, they ditch 'em cause they're moldy." JJ answers

Up the stairs they draw closer to the room.

JJ grabs John Bs shoulders, "Just be so careful, John."

He pushes him off, "God, you're so weird."

"What was that about?" He asks

"I don't know." He shrugs, "Maybe she wants us to be careful."

"Since she heard you're being threatened with exile, she's just been, like, 'Oh! Be so careful, John B'." He mimics her voices and rubs his shoulders.

He pulls away, "Get off."

He continues to tease, " 'Oh, give me that John D already.' When are you gonna swoop on that, man?"

"Bro, you know the rule. No Pogue on Pogue macking. Besides you're the one always hitting on her." He argues

"Of course, I'm always hitting on her. She's a super hot, rich, hippie chick slumming with us. The same goes for Y/n. Why they hang us? I can't figure it out either, but who cares, bro? I know that doors locked because I've tried it. Have you?" He explains

"You need help. Not a little help, you need a lot of help." He tells him, "It's like every girl who just has a heartbeat, you're like... 'Uhh'!"

"What? It's not a big deal." He states

John B stops, "This is it."

JJ does a rhythmic knock on the door, "Housekeeping." No answer, "No power. No security cameras. No one's gonna know."

John B huffs open the door, "Huh, okay. Check the bag. See if there's a name on there or something."

Closing the door behind them, they begin to raid the room.

"No name on the jacket." JJ informs, "It's a nice jacket, though."

John B picks up a shoe, "Definitely over 50. He's got New Balances."

JJ finds bunch of papers, "Yo, dude, come here. Maybe this is where they were fishing."

He rushes over, "Let me see."

He points to the map, "Right there."

"No, that's off the continental shelf. That's Big Swell. Nobody fishes there." He replies pulling out a note.

They move on, JJ flashes his light around and puts on a posh accent, "Coffee? Standard. Tissues for when you get lonely... Ooh!"

"Did you find anything?" He asks

"Really awesome Dopp kit you won't let me steal." He answers rummaging through the bag and putting something in his pocket.

"Yeah, cause we're not stealing shit." He replies pushing numbers into the safe.

•

Down in the boat the three are playing 21 questions.

"Biggest pet peeve? Easy. Giving one percent to the environment." Kie tells them

"What's wrong with that?" Pope asks

"We only have one Earth, Pope." She reminds, "We should be giving it 100% bare minimum."

"Right. That's not fiscally sound." He says

"Neither is destroying the planet we have to live on." She argues

Y/n suddenly sits up straight, alerting the others, "Shit, cops are here."

They quietly move off of the boat.

"Call them." Pope commands

"We can't. The towers are down." Kie replies

"If I lose my merit scholarship, I'm gonna kill someone." He complains

They hide behind the fallen motel sign, watching the officers.

"Maybe they're not going up." He suggests

"He's pointing. He's pointing." Kie says

"They're going up." Y/n whispers

•

Back upstairs John B is still trying to get into the safe.

"Punching shit at random. That will... definitely work." JJ nags

John B walks over to the papers, "Wait a second. Here." He picks up the note.

"I don't know." JJ mutters looking at the map, "I don't know about the second one. These coordinates, they... Wait. My cousin said you could catch swordfish here."

John B ignores him, going back to the safe and putting in the numbers he reads off the paper. It's the code, he opens it to find stacks of cash and a gun.

He picks up a stack, "Uh... JJ? You're gonna want to see this."

•

The officers make their way up the stairs and the friends run to the side of the building.

"Okay, do something. Do something." Kie orders

Pope picks up a rock and confidently tells them, "Stand back."

Kie and Y/n move to the side, "Okay. You got it."

He tosses the rock and it probably goes ten feet in air before falling in front of them.

"Didn't you ever play baseball?" Kie asks, "Dude!"

Y/n stifles a laugh and picks up some rocks.

Pope sighs, "I was on the math team."

•

JJ snags the gun from the safe, "Dude, dude, dude. This is a SIG Sauer."

"Put the gun back, JJ!" John B orders trying to take it from him.

He jumps back, "This is a fucking spendy gatt, man. Just... Bam! Bam!"

John B puts his foot down, "We are not stealing anything.

•

"A mathlete?" Kie huffs, "Wait, Y/n weren't you on the softball team?"

Y/n steps back ready to throw a rock, "Already on it, K."

Throwing the rock straight at the window.

•

JJ turns and poses, "Just take a pic of me. Right here."

"You want me to take a picture of you?" John B questions, "Make our own incriminating evidence? Is that what you're talking about?"

They hear a tap from the window, "Wait, what was that?"

John B sticks his head under the blinds and sees the three friends mouthing cops and pointing to the door. He quickly moves to the other window and peaks through, they're right there.

The cops knock on the door and the boys quietly freak out, picking up their belongings and trying to make it look like they were never there.

"Kildare County Sheriff's Department!" The man voices

The three others race back to the boat, "Should we peel?"

"You never leave a Pogue behind." Pope answers

The cop unlocks the door and the room seems to be empty.

"No seriously, should we peel?" Kie repeats

Y/n shrugs, "Maybe."

•

One cop closes the door and the other checks the bathroom.

She pulls back the shower curtain and finds nothing, "Clear."

•

The two boys stand on the ledge outside of the window.

Pope whispers, "What are you guys doing?"

"Oh, my god." Kie says

•

The cop opens the safe, "I said it. Didn't I say it?"

John B watches as they go through the items.

The male cop pulls out a stack of cash, "Everybody's gotta dip their beak."

"What the fuck." JJ whispers as the Female cop takes the cash.

JJ moves his hand to his side and something falls from his pocket, it goes crashing to the ground, hitting everything it can.

The man walks to the window opening the blinds, the boys stick closer to the wall and the others try their best to act natural.

He pulls back from the window, "All right, let's go. No one's here."

•

Back on the water, they go over the prior events.

"Well that was fun." JJ chuckles, "Could have warned us sooner."

"We would have, except pope was on the math team." Kie admits

"You were on the math team?" John B questions

"The cops took everything like it was a crime scene." Pope says changing to subject, "Did you find anything?"

JJ sits up and pulls out a stack of cash and a gun, "Did we find anything? No, I don't think so. Oh, yeah, we did."

"What the hell?" Pope gasps

Y/n looks at him like he's gone mad, "What the fuck, dude?"

"Dude, what?" Kie marvels

JJ walks over to Pope, "Dude, chill. Come on."

"Why would you take that from a crime scene?" Pope asks

"Better than the cops having it." He argues

"I'm gonna lose my merit scholarship." He worries

JJ puts his arm around him, "Hey, hey, hey. Sh, sh, sh, sh, sh. At least you have us, right?"

"He's definitely running on two braincells." Y/n whispers to Kie.

In return she gets a knowing look of agreement.

Pope pulls away, "I'm living a nightmare."

•

The medical examiner's take a dead body from a docked boat.

"So what happened?" A cop asks a man

"Well, I was up at the Mason outlet, and, uh, I seen this lump, and the crabs was just goin' to town on it, you know? So, I figured the best thing to do was, uh... throw him over in the ice chest and call y'all. I never saw anything like that before." The man answers

They wheel him through the port and Lana comes rushing over, "Scooter? Scooter? Oh, god!"

She cries looking down at his lifeless body.

"Who's that?" John B asks

"It's Scooter Grubbs. He was out during the storm." A girl answers, "Check out this pic I got. Dead body."

She pushes her phone towards the group.

"What kind of boat did he have?" JJ questions

"Somehow, that dirty bag copped a brand new Grady white. Everyone's out looking for it." She informs

They all share a look, knowing exactly where it lays.

•

Pope runs into the back porch of the Château, "Okay. So, um... we didn't see anything. We don't know anything. We need to have total and complete amnesia."

JJ stops flicking his lighter around, "Actually, Popes right for once. See, I agree with you sometimes. Deny, deny, deny."

"Guys, we can't keep that money." Kie chimes

"Okay. Not all of us can afford unlimited data plans, Kiara." He argues

"We have to pass that off to Lana Grubbs." She says

"Yeah, she just lost her husband. She probably needs it more than any of us." Y/n comments

"It's also bad Karma." Kie adds

"Bad karma to be implicated in a felony, too." Pope says, "We gotta go dark."

"If that means we get to keep the money, then I agree." JJ replies

John B taps his shoulder, "I don't agree."

"What? Why?" He wonders

"Just think about it." He tells him, "This is Scooter Grubbs we're talking about. Right? Same dude that's buying individual cigarettes at the porthole. Shit, one time I saw this dude begging for change in the Save-a-Lot parking lot because he needed gas. We're talking about a dirtbag marina rat who's never had more than 40 bucks in his pocket, and all of a sudden, he's got a Grady white? Just sayin'."

They all move out to the deck.

John B continues on with his rant, "All right, so think about it, Pope. How does a marina rat get a Grady white?"

Pope inhales sharply, "Prostitution."

"Square groupers, bro." He replies, "Okay, flying under the radar, no aerial surveillance. They don't do that stuff during a hurricane. What does that mean? JJ?"

"They were straight smugglin'." He answers

"Smugglin'." He repeats, "And I guarantee there's a serious amount of contraband in the wreck."

Ditching the fishing seen they pile into John bs room.

"For the record, if that is a smuggling ship with illegal contraband on the inside of it..." he pauses, "It probably belongs to someone else."

"Minor details." Kie chimes

Pope waves around the cash, "They could come looking for it. Taking it would be catastrophically stupid."

JJ snatches the money, "Right. Well, stupid things have good outcomes all the time."

"I don't think that's true." Y/n comments

JJ gently slaps her face with the money, "I beg to differ. Look, all we need to do is figure out a way to get into the cargo hold of the wreck. Until then, we just lay low. Just act normal."

Pope sighs, "Right. And how exactly do we do that?"

"Kegger?" Kie suggests

•

Climbing over fallen trees, they find the perfect spot. They mess around with the kegger and the hose, splashing their faces while trying to spray it into their mouths.

Calming down, they fill the plastic solo cup. All of them drinking besides Pope, y/n settles for just one, not wanting Pope to feel like the only sober one.

Soon their little get together grows into a group.

•

“All right. You can’t understand the Outer-Banks without understanding the boneyard. It’s kinda like a three layer burrito. There’s us and our friends, the working class derelicts, from the cut. Then, there are the kooks, the rich second homers. They’re mostly from pouncey ass boarding schools, just rich trustafarian posers. Our natural enemies. And then, there are the tourons. Totally clueless. Here for a week on vacation with their families. Chum for the sharks.”

•

The teens disperse, talking to anyone that would hold a conversation. Pope being the one to struggle in this atmosphere.

A boy yells up to a girl on a broken tower, “Sarah! Sarah, be careful, okay?”

The sight of Sarah ruins Kie’s mood, “What is she doing here?”

John B follows her gaze.

•

“That’s Sarah Cameron, kook princess. Kiara’s best friend in the ninth grade, worst enemy in the tenth grade. I work on her dad’s boats, so, you know, I’ve seen her around.”

•

Kie can’t bother to look at her any longer and walks away, John B on the other hand keeps watching.

The boy continues to yell at her, “What are you doing?”

•

“Then that’s Topper, her not so pleasant boyfriend. Topper actually thinks Pogues were bred to mow lawns.”

•

He watches as he helps her down, her giggles can be heard over the music.

•

A man walks through a set of door, the chime alerts a worker, “Sorry, museum’s closed.”

“Yeah, sure, chief. I’ll only be just a minute.” He tells him walking further in the museum.

He stops in front a small replica of the Royal Merchant. He slides a picture out of an envelope and compares it to the ship.

“The Royal Merchant sunk in the great storm of 1829 with 400 million dollars of British government gold on board.” The worker informs, “The dream of generations of islanders. Lovely work, don’t you think?”

He hums, “mm-hm. Yeah. Lovely.”

•

Night falls and the bonfires light up the beach.

JJ offers John B a drink, “You want this one?”

“For me? Yeah, I’ll take a sip.” He replies

Just then Sarah and Topper pass by them.

JJ gets a bright idea, “Hey, Sarah! Sarah, can I interest you in a tasty Milwaukee beverage?”

She stops with Topper by her side, “No thanks.”

“Come on? Is it not fancy enough for you?” He asks

“No. We were just leaving.” She answers

Topper is already fed up with him, “Hey, you know what? I’ll take it. I’ll- Thank you, man. I appreciate it.”

JJ pulls back the cup, “That’s nice, but I didn’t ask you. Now if you said pretty please, maybe, but you didn’t.”

“Oh, pretty please.” He says, “Pretty please?”

JJ holds the cup out to Sarah, “You have it.”

Topper smacks the cup, “She doesn’t want it, you-“

JJ wastes no time trying to get at him, John B and Sarah pulling them apart.

“You’re so funny, man.” JJ spits

“Dirty Pogues!” He yells back

John B didn’t like what Topper had to say and shoved him. Everyone’s eyes are now on the bickering bunch.

Pope, Kie, and Y/n are quick to their friends side.

“John b!” Pope shouts, “We’re supposed to be incognito, remember?”

Sarah tries to stop Topper, “Babe, babe, babe, babe-“

The sound of Toppers solid right hook on John Bs face fills the night. The crowd of spectators ‘ooh’ watching John B hit the floor.

Topper kicks him into shoreline, “Hey, John B, don’t make me drown you like your old man, all right?”

The crowd chants, “Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!”

The now soaked John B stands up and tackles him into the water.

“Give it to him!” JJ encourages

“John B, let it go!” Pope pleads

“Stop, you guys!” Kie shouts

John B gets the upper hand and nails punches into his side.

“Topper! Stop!” Sarah begs

“John B! Come on!” Y/n exclaims

They push apart a circle each other, John B decks Topper in the face. He eggs him on, he’s been waiting for this moment.

They wrestle a little more, John B drops him into the water, “Come on, Topper! Let’s go!”

A few more sloppy swings and John B is back in the water with Topper on top of him.

He’s drowning him.

Sarah is quick to notice, “Topper! Topper, stop! No!”

Y/n looks at Pope and JJ, “Do something! He’s drowning him.”

Next thing they know, the cocking of a gun clicks above Toppers head, he freezes. John B gasping for air under him.

JJ presses it down on him, “Yeah, you know what that is. Your move, broski.”

The other party goers run off on the sight in the gun.

“JJ!” Kie and Y/n yell

“Chill!” Pope urges him

“Stop! JJ!” Sarah screams, “Put the gun down.”

He keeps the gun to his head, “Did you say somethin’, princess?”

“We’re good. We’re good.” Topper tells him, “All right? Come on.”

“Kie! Can you check your psycho friend, please?” Sarah shouts

That comment does not fall onto deaf ears, if anything it sets JJ off.

He lets go of Topper and makes his way back up the sand.

“Okay, everyone, listen up!” He screams, “Get the hell off our side of the island!”

He raises the gun to the sky and fires off two shots.

Pope shoves him, “Are you crazy? You idiot! Why would you do that?”

“It’s not worth it!” Kie shouts

JJ pushes Pope back, “I’m saving his life, okay?”

Pope throws his hands around, “Stupid! You’re jeopardizing everything!”

Y/n is the only one by John Bs side trying to keep him up but his body becomes dead weight, “Holy shit! Guys!”

•

“There’s something about my father I haven’t mentioned. The week before he went missing, he says to me, ‘Bird, I think I found something. Your Uncle T’s gonna come stay for a while. I might have to vanish for a bit.’ So, he talks about vanishing, and he vanishes. Everyone says he was lost a sea but he’s still out there. I know it.”

•

John B jerks awake in his bed and footsteps are heading his way.

In walks the sheriff, “Get decent, sweetie. We need to talk.”

She leaves his room and waits by the back door, “Sorry to break in like this, but DCS called. They wanted me to check on you. See how you’re doing. So, how are you, besides the-“

“Oh, no, I’m- I’m great.” He says, “Yeah, fantastic. Uh… Thanks for comin’ by.”

“I’m so glad to hear you say that, John B, but I heard a few things that worried me.” She tells him, “Let me see if I can remember. Oh, yeah. One of the things I heard was that your Uncle Teddy, your guardian, hasn’t been in the state for three months.”

He looks up from what he’s cleaning, “Yeah, that’s false.”

“You don’t have to say anything. I know it’s true. I called the school.” She argues, “They said you used to be a good student, but now you’re failing all your classes.”

“No. No. I’m only failing one, and it’s history.” He corrects, “The dudes a dick. He’s out for me-“

She cuts him off, “I heard, there was a fight in the beach yesterday, and a gun was involved.”

He pats her shoulder, “Okay. Gun? No. Did I get in a dustup? Yes, but was there a gun? No. No way.”

“That’s okay. I know who it was. I’ll get to him.” She replies, “All I’m worried about right now is makin’ sure you’re in a safe home.”

He scoffs, “Yeah, super safe. Super sound, sturdy. You know what I mean? And Uncle T’s coming, so…”

“That what he told you?” She asks, “Well if he’s really coming home I think you should be allowed to stay.”

He sweeps off the table, “Thank you.”

“But if I stick my neck out for you, you have to help me. Tit for tat.” She says

This peaks his interest, “What is tat?”

She walks up to him, “Let me see, how can you help me? Oh, I know. So, a body was found in the March yesterday. Were you in the marsh yesterday?”

“Yeah, we were fishin’ for some drum.” He answers

“You catch anything?” She asks

“Nah, we were skunked.” He claims

“Strange. Fishing’s usually good after a storm. All sorts of things get stirred up. You come across a wreck yesterday?” She questions

He’s quick to answer, “No.”

She sighs, “You’re skimmin’ just above the surface, John B. Now, down here is foster care, juvie. Pretty big drop for a smart kid like you. Up here is you and your little friends doing whatever you want. Outer Banks… or foster care on the main land. If I was you, I’d start flappin’ my wings. Now, you sure you didn’t come across a wreck yesterday?”

He sits down and shakes his head, “Yeah. Yeah, I’m sure.”

She leans down to him, “It’s better if you didn’t, you understand? Now, I’m gonna look the other way, as long as you stay out of the marsh.”

She goes to leave out the back, “I got dogs livin’ better than this, John B. You might wanna think about cleaning up.”

•

The group sits in silence in his backyard.

“Look, I’m calling it off. All right?” He announces, “Peterkin said, if I stay out of the marsh, she’ll help me with DCS.”

“And you believed her?” JJ asks

“Yes, I believe her, JJ.” He answers

“An actual cop, John B. You believed a cop.” He says

“All I gotta do is stay out of the marsh for a couple days, and she’ll help my out.” He explains, “It doesn’t help that your ass was the one shooting the gun.”

“You know what I should have done? Just let Topper drown your ass.” He fums

“Topper was gonna drown me?” He questions

“Sure looked like it.” He tells him, “I mean have you looked in a mirror, recently?”

He eggs him on, “Tell me some more. Come on.”

“They always win, don’t they, man? Kooks versus Pogues. They always, always win!” He explains

“Look, it’s okay!” Kie chimes

“No, it’s not okay!” He whines, “It is not! They don’t want us to go down into the marsh. That means there’s something valuable down there, and you know it.”

“And it’s totally not because of Scooters dead body washing up or the fact that they can’t find his boat.” Y/n comments

He scoffs and looks at Pope, “I understand why you don’t wanna go. You’re the golden boy. You got way too much to risk.”

He looks at Kie and Y/n, “And you two- I mean you’re already rich as fuck anyway. Why would you bother?”

He turns back to John B, “But you and me, man, we got nothing to lose! We really don’t, all right? And I know it didn’t use to be that way for you.”

“I don’t want to talk about this. I don’t want to talk about it.” John B mumbles

“So that’s it?” He asks

He pushes JJ out his way, “Just get out my way, bro.”

“John B, listen to me. I have a plan.” He voices, “You got the key to Cameron’s big boat, right? There’s scuba gear inside. We just borrow that, and then we go down to the wreck this afternoon, and that is what’s going to save you, man. You don’t see rich kids going into foster care, do you?”

•

“You know, I should have learned a long time ago to never listen to JJ. He’s full of bad ideas like stealing from my rich boss. But this time, he was right. I had nothing to lose. My dad said the island was America on steroids. The haves and have nots like anyplace, but magnified and multiplied. The way I see it, they games rigged. Maybe it always has been. With no parents, no money… and no one looking out for me, I got no chance. Unless I make it on my own.”

•

John B is quick to grab the scuba gear, loading it into a bag. He goes to slip out and runs into Sarah.

“Oh! Hey.” She greets, “Are you stalking us? Plotting your revenge?”

“Yeah. Why don’t you just tell your daddy I blew the bilge on Druthers? Everything is good to go. Just toppin’ off these tanks.” He tells her loading up his boat.

“Hey. Are you okay?” She asks, “Cause that eye of yours looks really gnarly.”

He slides into his boat, “Yeah, you know what? You can tell Topper he won the first round. I’ll get him next time.”

“So there’s just gonna be a reign of terror on this island now?” She questions

He unhooks his boat, “You know, wars have been started for less, Sarah Cameron.”

“Okay. Can we drop the whole Pogues versus Kooks thing? It is really stupid.” She confesses

He sighs, “Oh… You know, it’s easy to say when you’re a Kook.”

Her salute to him turns into the bird, he steers off to the Château.

•

A deputy speaks through a megaphone, “Are y’all ready for a water party today? All right. Now, all kiddin’ aside, your job is to keep privates off the marsh so we can do our job and find this wreck. That’s straight from Sheriff Peterkin. Do not forget your sunscreen, ladies. Bring a lot of liquids.”

“Does that include Natty Light?” A woman shouts

“I don’t care what swill you bring. That’s on your own recognizance.” He answers, “All right? What else do you got to worry about? Let’s go!”

Two men approach the deputy, “Excuse me, officer? We’re here about the missing boat.”

He shakes their hands, “What can I do for you fellas?”

“Associates of the owner.” They inform, “Here to help however we can. We’re devastated about Scooter. We just feel sick about it. You mind if we join your armada? Take a look for ourselves?”

“Yeah, why not? Extra set of eyes.” He replies

The two men hop in a boat, “We’ll let you know if we find anything, officer.”

•

It’s peak golden hour as the friends go along with JJs plan.

Kie checks the gear, “These are empty. You took empty tanks?”

She checks the other, “Okay, this one’s a quarter full. It’s enough for one of us.”

“Love it when a plan comes together.” Pope chides

“Does anyone know how to dive?” She asks, “Anybody?”

They all stay quiet.

“It’s kind of a Kook sport.” JJ comments

“I… read about it.” Pope says

“Great, Pope read about it, so someone’s gonna die.” She nags

Y/n rubs her face, “No one’s gonna die.”

“Look, you put the thing in your mouth and breathe.” JJ states, “How hard could it be?”

“Well, if you come up too fast, nitrogen gets into your blood, and you get the bends.” Pope informs

JJ bends over, “Bends like, bend over and…”

“The bends kill you.” He clarifies

“Look, if none of you want to go, I’ll go.” Y/n offers

John B waves his hand at her, “No, no. I can- I can dive.”

JJ doesn’t even try to stop him, “You can dive. I’m cool with that.”

“Since when can you dive?” Kie asks

“I’ll do it. It’s fine.” He assures

Pope sits up straight, “Let me do some calculations real quick. That boats about 30 feet down. So it’ll take 25 minutes at that depth. Which means you need to make your safety stop at about… ten feet. All right? For two minutes.”

“Yeah, yeah. Ten feet, two minutes. Got it.” He says

Kie strips off her shirt and jumps into the water, everyone shares a look of confusion. Wondering, why on earth she decided to jump in the water.

“What was that all about?” Pope asks

“I don’t know, but I liked it. A lot.” JJ answers

“Of course you did.” Y/n comments walking over to where she just jumped.

“I mean if you want, you could do the same thing.” He replies

She looks down at the water for her, “Keep dreaming, Maybank.”

“I will.” He mutters and then clears his throat, “Uh, so… Yeah. Uh, when you- when you’re done there, you look for the cargo hold. You stick this thing inside and twist and pull, okay?”

“Stick in, twist, pull.” John b repeat to him

Kie comes back to the surface and brushes the hair from her face, “Hey! I tied my T-shirt to the anchor chain about ten feet down. It’s where you need to do your safety stop.”

Pope helps him gear up, “Keep an eye on this. You need to make sure you have enough air to decompress.”

“Okay, how much do I need?” He asks

“Unclear. Breathe as little as possible.” He tells him

“Zen. Think Zen, you know?” JJ chimes

“Hey, if we get caught in the marsh, we’re basically screwed, so… better get a move on.” Pope worries

Kie is quick to get back on the boat, she makes her way to John B. She gives him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Diver down.” He says

“Diver down.” She replies

Pope and JJ share a look and Y/n has a smug look on her face, honestly quite impressed that she made a move.

He jumps into the water, giving them a salute before diving down. Making his way to the sunken boat.

A police siren chirps at them on the boat.

“Shit.” Pope curses

“Guys, that’s the police.” JJ points out

“Oh, you gotta be kidding me.” He mumbles

“Just act normal.” Y/n tells them sitting next Kie.

“Evening officers.” Pope greets

They pull they boat up right next to them, “Evening.”

They tie the two boat together unaware of what’s happening beneath them.

The cop lowers his glasses, “What are you kids doing? You know the marsh is closed?”

He receives a series of no’s.

“Why is it closed?” Pope asks

“Well, we’re conducting a search out here. Boat went down.” He explains, “Seen anything?”

He once again gets a bunch on no’s.

“Where’s your friend you always hang with? He here?” He asks

“He’s working.” Kie answers

The deputy hums and steps onto the boat, “I’m gonna check your little boat out.”

Y/n puts on her sunglasses, “Be our guest.”

Pope backs up, “Yeah, hop aboard. You wanna- check- uh, check her out.”

John B stops at Kie’s tied t-shirt, looking up he can see that his friends are no longer alone, and he only has a minute of air left.

The deputy picks up a life jacket, “Uh… you got another one of these?”

“Yeah. Of course. It’s, uh… it’s in the hold.” JJ says

Kie and Y/n stand up, “Show ‘em.”

JJ opens the hold and pulls one out.

He nods, “All right.”

He then walks to the edge of the boat.

“Be careful you don’t wanna slip.” Pope warns

Putting on his glasses, he looks into the water but sees nothing, “All right. Beautiful day innit?”

He walks back and climbs into his boat, untying it from theirs, “Let us know if you see anything on your way out.”

Y/n gives him a half assed salute, “Yes sir.”

“Will do.” Pope replies

“We’ll be gone soon sir.” JJ assures

He starts up his boat, “Yes, you will.”

The two officers drive off and the teens are quick to the side of the boat.

“He’s definitely out of air.” Pope states

John Bs head pokes through the water, they all let out a sigh of relief.

“How’d it go down there?” JJ asks “Did you find anything?”

John B pants, “Did I find anything?”

He tosses up a drenched bag.

“Yeah, there we go! That’s my boy!” He cheers

“You okay?” Kie worries

“Yeah, I ran out of air.” He answers

“You scared the shit out of me.” She complains as he climbs back in.

“Yeah, the cops were up here, but, uh… took care of ‘em.” Pope says

“Yeah, you kinda missed the show brother.” JJ claims

“Yo, guys? We got a bogey at two o’clock.” Y/n alerts

They all turn their heads and sure enough there was a boat coming their way.

“Do you recognize that boat?” Pope wonders

“Never seen it.” She answers

“What are they doing back there?” Kie asks, “The marsh is closed.”

“I don’t know. Let’s not stick around and find out.” JJ voices

John B strips off the gear, “JJ, get the bowline.”

“Should we wait on ‘em?” Pope asks

“No, we’re not gonna wait on them.” Y/n answers

“Go get the stern. Go!” John B orders

Kie looks at Pope, “Are you joking?”

“Guys, don’t wait for me. Go.” JJ urges

They slowly start to move.

“I don’t like the look of this.” John B admits

“Are they coming for us?” JJ questions

“Maybe they’re fishing.” Pope suggests

John B steers them into the marsh, the other boat not far behind.

“Hey, guys, they’re following us.” Kie voices

“Dude you gotta go faster!” JJ exclaims, “Gun it!”

A gun fires and misses the teens by mere inches.

“Get down!” Y/n shouts making them all hit the floor.

Another shot flies by.

“Oh, my god. We’re gonna die.” Pope cries

Kie gets up, “Shit, Pope, move.”

She starts to grab the fishing gear, unaware of the rifle being aimed at her. It only misses her by a couple inches.

“Get down, Kie!” John B commands

She tosses out the net and their chasers run right into it. It’s wraps around their motor, leaving them stuck.

They all stand back up.

“Holy shit, Kie.” Y/n marvels giving her a high five.

They all hoot and holler, glad that they are all alive.

•

Making it back to the Château’s dock they drop the bag, unable to keep waiting.

“What do you think it is?” Kie asks

“Gotta be money, seeing how bad those fuckers wanted it.” Y/n answers

“That or a couple of keys with street value to the low to mid mils.” JJ smiles

“Can we please just open the bag?” Pope loudly pleads

John B looks up at him, “Wow, Pope. That’s a rare outburst of emotion.”

“Okay. You guys are literally killing me with anticipation. Just open the bag. We almost died over this.” He complains

John B opens the bag to reveal a capsule of some sort. Twisting off the top he dumps the contents into his hand.

It’s a compass.

“Oh, wow. Yep. That’s about right.” Pope nags, “Good job, everybody. We found a compass.”

JJ notices that John B has yet to move, “Dude, what? It’s not worth anything?”

“This was my father’s.” He replies

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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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thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles · 7 months

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Kie's Seashells (Day Five

Kiara Carrera x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, not proofread (again)

WC: .7k

@surftrips okay I know I keep saying that all of these are my favorite but I really am proud of this one

“I’m done,” Kie sighs, slouching in the hammock. “I’m giving up on love. First John B, then Pope, and now JJ? I’m screwed.”

“That’s nice,” Sarah replied, flipping another page in her book.

“That’s it? No, you’ll find love someday, you just haven’t found the right person?”

Sarah shook her head. “Nope.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“The right person’s been here the whole time. You just need to open your eyes.”

“God, cryptic much?!”

---

“Kiara!” Anna Carrerra yelled from the bottom of the stairs. “You have dinner shift tonight!”

“I know!” Kie returned, huffing and tying her hair back. “I just don’t care.”

---

Kie was cleaning up the Wreck by herself. There wasn’t much to do besides wipe tables and sweep floors. Something in the back booth caught her eye, and Kie wandered to the table.

A beautiful jar of seashells sat on the table, full of pale pink sand and adorned with a gorgeous blue netting bow.

Kie picked it up in awe. Whoever left this behind is crazy. There was a note written on the top of the jar.

Kie-- end of B dock, 11 pm. Don’t be late. ♡

---

Kie shivered against the ocean breeze as she walked down the dock. She could see someone at the end of the dock and slowed a bit, suddenly nervous. What if I’ve just walked into my kidnapping?

“Hey, Kie!” Y/n called. “C’mon, don’t be shy, it’s just me!”

Kie laughed. “Only you would fill a jar with the prettiest things you can find on the beach, Y/n.”

“Yeah, too bad you weren’t out there when I was collecting beautiful things. That, and you wouldn’t fit in the jar.”

Kie pushed Y/n’s shoulder playfully. “Idiot.”

“Aw, thanks.”

“So… what’s up?”

“Oh, nothing. I just thought we could spend the night on my parent’s boat. Sound good?”

Kie grinned, tilting her head to the side. “Random, but okay.”

“Hell yeah! Pulling an all-nighter with my favorite Carrera,” Y/n grinned, pulling Kie into her side.

“Oh, please. I had better be your favorite Carrera.”

Yeah, I’ll be honest, I don’t like your parents too much.”

Kie laughed. “Me either.”

Y/n laughed too, stopping at her parent’s boat to usher Kie onto the deck. “Milady.”

“Shut up, you’re turning into JJ.”

“Oh, that guy? God, what a comparison.”

“I happen to like ‘that guy’, thank you very much,” Kie scoffed, stepping onto the boat. Twinkle lights glowed within and a speaker sang softly in the corner. “Damn. Rough night?”

“You always manage to make it better, Kie,” Y/n murmured, pushing Kie into the main room and closing the door.

Kie sat on the couch, grinning. “All this for me?”

“And more, Kie. You deserve it.,” Y/n nudged the cooler with her foot. “Beers’ in there. And maybe a couple of ice cream sandwiches, but only ‘cause I love ya.”

---

The sun was rising slowly over the marina, the golden hues crawling across Kie’s face and up Y/n’s legs.

“Hey, Kie,” Y/n mumbled, slowly sitting up. “You wanna dance?”

“Do I wanna what?” Kie asked, barely awake.

“Dance. C’mon, dance with me.”

“There’s not any music--”

“Just listen to the marina, okay? And then I’ll take you home.”

Kie stumbled to her feet, taking Y/n’s hand as she pulled Kie close with a hand on the small of her back.

Kie leaned her head on Y/n’s shoulder, feeling the soft, rhythmic thump-thump of Y/n’s heart.

“Hey, Kie?”

“Hmm?”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

---

“Kie. Kie, baby, wake up,” Y/n gently shook Kie awake as the sun rose. “Baby, dance with me.”

“It’s, like, the buttcrack of dawn, Y/n. Can’t this wait?”

“No. Come on, please? For me?”

Kie slowly rolled out of bed and let Y/n lead her out onto the balcony.

“C’mere, darlin’,” Y/n pulled Kie close, resting Kie’s head against her chest.

“I hate you.”

“I know.”

“Like, so much.”

“Would you still hate me if I asked you to marry me?”

“Probably. I don’t even look good.”

“Liar. You look beautiful,” Y/n kissed Kie’s forehead softly and pulled away. As she got down on one knee, she said, “Kiara Carrera. You’ve had a hold on me since the day we met, even if you didn’t know it. These past two years have been a complete dream, and I’m terrified that I’m going to wake up.”

She pulled a small box out of her pocket. “Kie, baby, light of my life. Will you marry me?”Kie nodded, her hands over her mouth and her eyes welling with tears. “Yes.” Y/n slid the ring onto her finger and kissed Kie softly, resting her forehead on Kie’s. “Oh my God, I gotta tell Sarah. She was right.”

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Let Go // Ghost of You

summary: jj and john b always swore to watch out for you but in a life or death situation, you're the one protecting john b no matter what happens

warnings: violence, abuse

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You knew coming home from the Camerons’ wasn’t going to be a walk in the park. Nothing was ever easy, and in fact, a moment from you reuniting with your brother passed before Rafe Cameron was trekking through your backyard with Barry in tow as they looked for John B. JJ had to haul your ass up into the tree since you could barely do it yourself, but you watched with terrified eyes as Rafe started shooting bullets in random directions before they sulked off into the night.

“He’s lost his shit,” JJ commented as he helped you climb down from the branches. You rolled your eyes, knowing he didn’t have the slightest clue of how crazy Rafe was.

“He shot me, JJ. Clearly he’s lost his shit,” Sarah quipped back with a sigh. You always wondered how heavy this weighed on her. Her whole family was being torn apart and she was stuck on the sidelines taking the backlash. The large bandage on her waist was proof enough. You at least had a fighting chance with John B now.

John B shook his head in disbelief at what happened before pushing everyone towards the chateau in hopes of getting out of the obvious eye. Clambering inside, you winced with each deep breath as you took in the family home you haven’t seen in a long time. It brought back a lot of memories, good and bad, but regardless you were just happy to be home.

“Do you wanna shower?” JJ suggested as he took in your overwhelmed appearance. You gave a slight nod and moved to go into your bedroom to grab some hopefully clean clothes. Moving into the bathroom, the warm water helped soothe your aching body and you never wanted to step out. Eventually, the water began to turn cold, forcing you to surrender as you climbed out and wrapped a towel around yourself. The foggy mirror reflected the outline of your body and you were glad you couldn’t see through the condensation. It was going to take a while to return to a somewhat “normal” version you decided and knowing your friends and brother, they weren’t slowing down anytime soon.

“Fuck!”

The curse was loud and clearly not an accident as you exited the bathroom back into your bedroom. There was a heavy silence that followed as you got dressed into comfy clothes and returned to where your brother, Sarah, and JJ were sitting. They all turned towards you, worried expressions on their faces.

“What?” You asked quietly as you moved to grab a cup for water. When there was no answer, you walked to sit near JJ, pulling the phone out of his grip in hopes it would answer your questions. In big red letters, “MISSING PERSON: Y/N ROUTLEDGE” filled the screen alongside a photo of you, making you wince. It only got worse as you continued reading the description towards the bottom.

“Routledge was last seen in the Cameron household at 7:38 PM by Rafe Cameron who claimed she had a breakdown and lashed out on him. Approach with caution. Please call the Camerons or Sheriff Shoupe with any information.”

The post did nothing to ease the tension in your chest, now knowing the whole island could drop your whereabouts at any second. You didn’t want to go back, you didn’t think you’d survive going back. In the back of your mind, you hoped Wheezie remembered what you had spoken to her about through the vents one night. As siblings grieving the loss of their other siblings, the youngest Cameron had become a great ally to you and even helped you when you needed. Granted, she was walking on a thin line but Wheezie wasn’t one to underestimate.

“What do we do?” You questioned as you handed JJ his phone back. “Regardless they’re looking for me, and clearly, someone ratted you out.” You looked towards your brother who was staring at his hands quietly.

“We lay low and hope we can clear John B’s name. He’s almost 18 and then you guys can stay here, no issues,” JJ offered.

Your brother shook his head. “It’s not that easy, man. We need solid evidence to clear my name and make sure Ward gets what’s coming to him. For now, we wait for Kie and Pope to get back, and we get the hell out of here.”

Sleep literally didn’t happen. No matter how much JJ tried to comfort you or John B tried to calm everyone’s nerves, it was impossible. You spent most of your time packing a backpack in hopes of escaping as soon as Kie and Pope came back but each sound outside had you flipping in panic. You guys kept the lights off, opting for candles in case Rafe and Barry decided to pop in again.

When the sun started to rise, John B was continuously pacing. His stress was causing you even more stress and you were already exhausted to begin with.

“Finally!” JJ huffed as he glanced out the window. “Let’s go!” In a moment of anticipation, everyone was grabbing their stuff and running toward the dock where Kie and Pope had just gotten back. “Guys, don’t tie up. Stop it!” JJ yelled to them as he reached back to help you down the wooden path.

Kiara’s eyes went wide at the sight of you alongside the rest of the crew. She didn’t hesitate to run forward, pulling you out of JJ’s arms as gently as possible to wrap you in a hug. “Holy shit. It worked. Are you okay?”

JJ’s hands grabbed your hips as he softly pushed you forward. “Not right now, we gotta go.”

“Where’d you guys go? What happened last night?” Your brother asked the duo as he glanced over his shoulder with concern.

Pope placed his hand on your arm as he gave you a shoulder hug. “We slept on the break. What’s up?” He answered before giving you a tight lipped smile.

JJ scoffed as he climbed in the boat. “Slept. Yeah, right. We were up all night. We gotta get the hell out of here.”

“Rafe knows we’re here,” Sarah tried to clear up their confusion, “So we have to leave, like, now.”

You took both Pope and JJ’s hands as they helped you climb off the dock into the HMS Pogue. Letting out a deep breath, you shifted the backpack off your back and set it beside you as John B helped Sarah on board.

JJ took over getting you guys away from the chateau to another part of The Cut where you would be away from prying eyes. You wanted nothing more than to curl up in your bed alone and just sit while you thought through everything. There had been no time to compartmentalize and adjust since John B disappeared.

“Are you okay?” Pope asked as he sat next to you on the log you were lounging against. Pope somehow always knew when to separate himself and leave questions for later and you were so grateful.

You nodded. “I will be.”

“Look, if Rafe and Barry know, it’s only a matter of time before everyone knows,” Sarah spoke up as she sat down across from you. She was getting more and more distraught as the idea of being found became a possibility. You had no doubt that dealing with getting shot by her own brother was hard enough, but adding her dad’s decisions to her plate was too much.

“I told you!” JJ interjected as John B tried to get him to calm down, “We should’ve gone south, man. Why does no one ever listen?”

“I have an idea,” Sarah offered, “With me back, my dad’s going to have to choose between me and Rafe. He’s gonna choose me.”

Your brother shook his head from his spot standing behind you. “Sarah, Sarah. Just please listen. Ward keeps lying to you.”

“He’s not going to agree after all that’s happened,” Kie added with a sad smile.

Sarah shook her head in disbelief. “No. I… I know it sounds crazy. But he’s my dad. And I know him, and I know he loves me.”

You let out a bitter laugh at her sentence. You didn't mean to be so negative, but you couldn't help it. “You seriously want to believe your dad, your psycho crazy abusive father, is going to just let everything go now? Now? Why not when you and John B disappeared into the ocean and he had the gold, Sarah? Why didn’t he stop and let me go then? Hmm? Please tell me, because I’d love to know.”

The hurt and pain in your voice wasn’t hard to miss, especially when paired with the obvious bruises and injuries viewable in your tank top and shorts. Sarah knew you weren’t going to be easy to convince, but she hoped she would be able to show you she wasn’t her family. She didn’t blame you for your hostility regardless.

“I’m just asking for two hours,” She defended and was met with silence. JJ threw his hands in the air before letting them smack against his thighs. He plopped down in between you and Kie as John B moved to talk to his girlfriend.

You rolled your eyes as you watched the blonde Kook climb into your only form of transportation and disappear. Your brother moved toward you with a delicate purpose. You shook your head at him, fear beginning to replace with anger. “You fucking liar!” The scream that you let out was heart wrenching, but John B knew it was coming. “You think he’s not gonna rat you out the split second she shows up over there?”

Moving to your feet quickly, you shoved your finger in your brother’s chest without hesitance, ignoring the painful look on his face. “You just signed our death wish, John Booker. I hope you know that.”

“I’m not gonna let anything happen to you,” He persisted as he reached for you. He knew a break in emotion was inevitable but he hoped you guys could at least go somewhere safe before it happened.

You smacked his hand away harshly. “You think the cops aren’t on speed dial for Ward Cameron? You think regardless of what he says to her, he won’t hesitate to throw you right back under the bus? God, I should’ve known you would do this. I told you-” Your voice cracked as tears of frustration sprung to your eyes. “I told you living with them was a bad idea. And you… you were so caught up in Kook Princess Sarah Cameron to listen. Where did that get us, John B? Hmm?”

“I’m sorry,” He whispered, “Okay, I’m sorry I left you here like I did, with them, but I didn’t know. I didn’t know what was going to happen, Y/N or I would’ve never left.”

You shook your head as tears dripped down your cheeks. “You know what, I think you’re more like Ward Cameron than you’ll ever admit. You know why? You’re both compulsive liars who don’t care about anyone but themselves.”

You gave your brother one final look before turning on your heels and moving away from the group to be alone on the sand. Running your fingers through the small grains, you didn’t know how much longer you could take the constant non-stop fight for your life. John B promised nothing would happen, that you wouldn’t have to go back but with Sarah on her way to basically rat you out, you knew it was out of control. Now, you just had to brace yourself to do it all over again.

“Hey.”

You weren't trying to give JJ the cold shoulder but you seriously had no energy left to fight. Your body was aching, begging for a break but you knew it was only going to get worse.

"Y/N, look at me." Warm fingers spread across your knee as you finally gave the blond boy next to you your attention. "It's gonna be okay. We're going to figure this out and we'll all be together again. I know we will."

Shaking your head slightly, you disagreed with one of your best friends. "You know, when you came and got me last night, I thought we were in the clear. I thought, nothing bad can happen to me because JJ's here, and John B's home, and they've never let anything happen so we're gonna be okay. Nothing since the night they disappeared in the ocean has been okay, JJ. And I don't know how long it's going to take for me to... to accept what I went through, but it's not going to happen overnight and it sure as shit doesn't help that Sarah is putting our cloak of invisibility on the line.

"And I get it, I really do that you, and Kie, and Pope, and even Sarah probably don't care because sure, we're both alive and that solves your problem, but I cannot..." You trailed off as you tried to swallow the lump in your throat. "I cannot go back to that house, JJ. You don't understand what it did to me."

Shaking your head, you tried to wipe the tears from your eyes but it didn't help much. "I don't even know who I am anymore because they've just.. taken everything from me."

JJ was pulling you into his side with zero hesitation as you cried out all your built up emotions. You were right, he had no idea of what happened to you but he had a good guess, and he promised he would do his best to help you come back from it. He hated seeing anyone in pain, but it's always been different when it came to you.

You were his best friend's little sister and while John B held a lot of respect from JJ, you held even more. JJ couldn't stand the idea of you being in pain, hurting because of something he could've prevented. If anything ever happened to you, JJ and John B would never forgive themselves. Selfishly, he almost thought being at the Camerons' would keep you safe and out of the backlash of being John B's little sister. Now, he knew he was so wrong.

"I know I can't understand what's happened," He began quietly before pressing a kiss to your temple, "But I swear I'm gonna help you figure it out, and we're gonna do it together. No matter what. Everyday I thought about you when you were gone, whether you were okay or... or if you were grieving or even if you were happy without us. I wondered everyday, and I planned so hard, and until they came back, we were missing one piece but now you're here because we figured it out. We always do, this is no different."

His words were meant to be comforting but you felt like everything was just preparing you for the inevitable. Something bad was coming and there was no way to stop it.

Looking up, you could see the HMS Pogue returning to the shore with Sarah Cameron on board. JJ was quick to get on his feet and rush forward to greet her, the rest of your friends and your brother doing the same.

“You guys were right,” Sarah admitted once her feet touched the sand, “It didn’t work. I’m sorry.”

“Well, then that settles it. We all need to load up in the paddy wagon, and get the heck out of Dodge right now,” JJ directed as he pulled you up off the beach.

Pope nodded in agreement. “Right, you’ll need supplies and you’ll have to split as soon as possible.”

Kiara’s hand landed on your shoulder tightly causing you to turn towards her. “Guys, I think it’s too late.”

The sound of sirens became increasingly louder as you shifted to see three police boats racing towards your group. “Stay on the beach with your hands in the air!”

“Go now!” You screamed at John B and Sarah as you pushed them forward. “Go!”

Kie’s hand grabbed yours as she started to pull you alongside her to disappear into the brush on the back of the beach. You didn’t dare look back in fear of what was following you as you dipped down the hill into JJ’s waiting arms. Jumping into cold water, you started swimming to the best of your ability as the cops behind you yelled for you to stop.

There was no turning back now. No surrendering to Ward Cameron if you had a say in it. Pulling yourself back on land, you ducked down next to Pope behind a tree as police vehicles swarmed the other side. Breathing heavily, a sense of overwhelming dread fell over you. There was no getting out of this.

Turning towards your brother, your throat threatened to close in on you at any second. “What do we do?” His eyes met yours in a silent, sad answer. “John B, no!”

He grabbed your hand and squeezed it before turning and interrupting JJ’s plan to shoot back. Dropping the gun to the ground, he turned to both of you. “It’s gonna be alright. I promise.”

He stepped away from you as JJ did his best to hide the gun under the pine needles beneath your feet. You stood frozen with wide eyes as your brother raised his arms in surrender. “No,” Voice cracking with emotion, you shook your head desperately. “You said you wouldn't leave me.”

“Get down! Do not move!” Shoupe’s voice was demanding as John B followed his instructions.

“JJ.” John B spared one last glance at you as his best friend moved in understanding to pull you back as you struggled against his grip.

You groaned at his action, seconds away from sobbing if something didn't change. “Let me go, JJ! Please!”

Multiple guns aimed at your brother made you sick to your stomach. “Stay right where you are. Keep your hands where we can see them,” Shoupe called out as John B sank to his knees with his hands against his head.

“Listen, Shoupe, I wanna testify,” John B countered.

The sheriff almost laughed as he moved forward with a stiff posture. “It’s about time. Get down. Do not move a muscle. Everybody else, do not move.”

The second Deputy Thomas ripped your brother off the ground instead of just following procedure, you were done. Shoupe was yelling at his co-worker to stop but it was pointless. In a split second, you were pulling away from JJ and shoving yourself in between Deputy Thomas and an attack that was definitely meant for John B.

"Y/N!" Screaming followed your movement as your cheek throbbed from the impact.

“Put your hands on my brother one more time and I swear to God, you’ll regret it,” You sneered at the cop in front of you. You didn’t care what happened to you, but John B had been through enough and you were sick and tired of your family being torn apart.

“Y/N! Back away right now!” Shoupe’s weapon was now aimed at you but it didn’t phase you in the slightest.

Deputy Thomas smirked at your comment. “Watch me.” Hands pushed against your shoulders harshly, sending you colliding to the ground as your friends yelled in protest. Within a second, another set of hands was pulling you back off the ground as one of the female deputies removed you from the situation. You could only watch helplessly as Deputy Thomas punched John B to the ground, unconscious.

“Stop it, stop him!” You screamed at the sheriff next to you desperately. You weren’t sure what switch flipped in Shoupe’s head but he moved forward with urgency to remove Thomas from the situation, allowing another officer to handcuff your brother.

The cool metal sliding around your wrists sent you into another state of panic as you yelped in surprise. “What are you doing?” You gasped as Deputy Wright cuffed your hands behind your back.

“You’re a missing person with concerns of stability, Miss Routledge. We have to take you in and report to the Camerons,” She answered simply as if it didn’t feel like a knife driving through your chest.

“Whoa, whoa, wait!” JJ stepped forward, hands still on his head. He had to protect you now, and this wasn't about to happen without a fight. “You can’t take her back there. Look at her! Do you think that all happened in 24 hours?”

Deputy Wright hesitated and for a second, you got your hopes up that she may take your side. “I’m sorry, JJ. We have to move forward with protocol and let the Camerons know we found her.”

Suddenly, you were thrown back to that night in the rain, hiding under the trees with JJ. You were helpless, alone, all over again. Looking back at your friends, your only remaining family, you couldn’t help the tears in your eyes as you questioned whether this would be the last time you saw them.

Deputy Wright didn’t give you a second longer to think about it as she turned your shoulder and guided you towards her vehicle. The door closing behind you felt like a nail in your coffin as you wondered if you could survive Rafe Cameron again.

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love at first injury ; kiara carrera

summary: when she kiara went for a walk on the beach, she didn’t expect to meet the love of her life. she didn’t expect to get knocked off her feet by a volleyball either.

pairing: kiara carrera x fem!plus sized!reader

word count: 2k

warnings: meet cute, reader has hair long enough to tuck behind your ears, lowkey jjcleopope (if you read into it), kinda insta love/love at first sight (but they’re teenagers so it’s not that far fetched), kiara being kinda insecure

an: round part of rewriting old imagines lol

Never let it be said that Kiara Carrera didn’t absolutely adore her friends.

However, as much as she loved them, she needed time away. There were plenty of ways that she chose to relax and catch her breath.

Surfing, of course.

She found that helping out at the Wreck certainly let her push her racing thoughts to the back of her mind for a little while.

Her favourite way to relax was to simply walk up and down the length of the beach with a pair of earphones in and completely ignore the world for an hour or two.

In that one hour, she didn’t need to listen to John B try and convince her that his dad was still alive and still searching for the gold. She didn’t have to exert all her energy on pulling JJ away from his next fight or listening to Pope fret and agonise over the interview for his scholarship (which she thought was ridiculous because it’s Pope, he’s obviously going to get it!).

For just a few hours, she had a little respite from the chaos of her friends.

Although the volleyball flying directly towards her face seemed to have other plans regarding how her day would go, the unexpected force knocked her off her feet onto the sand and she watched the ball bounce off toward the main road.

She would’ve been unbelievably pissed if it wasn’t for the girl running up to her, already spewing apologies. Her thoughts had violently shifted from ‘what the fuck’ to ‘oh my god, pretty girl’. She took the extended hand that the girl had offered and she couldn’t help but let her eyes briefly rake up and down her frame.

It wasn’t often that Kiara was unaware of how to react to something or someone but there was something about this girl that made her feel different in a way that the boys she’d been with before had never made her feel simply by looking at her. Before she could lose herself in comparing her past lovers to the girl in front of her, whose name she didn’t even know, she was pulled to her feet and now stood at almost eye-level with the girl.

“Hi,” You smiled and Kiara felt her legs go weak, “I’m really sorry about that.”

“Yeah, you’ve said,” She laughed, shaking her head in an attempt to regain a sliver of composure, “About a million times.”

“I’m Y/N, and those,” You said, seemingly slightly nervous, and gestured to the small group behind you that were watching and doing an incredibly bad job of pretending that they weren’t, “Are the idiots that I call my friends, who evidently can’t aim to save their lives.”

Kiara couldn’t help but laugh when you raised your voice at the latter part of your sentence, clearly wanting your friends to overhear. It was clear that they had, seeing as their mouths dropped open in indignation and they huffed, migrating towards the blanket they had set out, “Kiara but everyone calls me Kie, I don’t think we’ve met before.”

“I just moved here a couple of weeks ago, my parents got a new job working for the Thorntons,” You grimaced. She guessed you had already met Topper and been acquainted with his wonderful personality.

Kiara let the silence hang for a moment, feeling her palms begin to sweat, “Do you want to hang out? I’m meeting up with my friends soon, you and friends can join if you want to?” Although she would be more than okay with your friends joining, Kiara silently prayed that they wouldn’t want to.

She was almost certain that the resulting smile that spread across your face could’ve blinded her.

“Sure,” You said, glancing back towards your friends who had once again become invested in a game of volleyball, “I’ll just let them know I’m leaving, they seem pretty into the game.”

It was clear to both of you that it was a bullshit excuse but neither of you could bring yourself to insist that they accompany you.

Kiara stood there, kind of awkwardly, as you headed back towards your friends. She noted the way in which each of their gazes briefly flickered to her and back to you, sending you a teasing smirk, before they nodded and waved you off again.

“Ready to go, Kie?” You asked as soon as you were close enough, with your bag hitched over your shoulder.

She nodded and turned around, expecting you to follow her. Walking down the road, the excitement and nervousness emanating from you and Kiara was palpable.

Kiara had warned you that her friends could be a little… chaotic but nothing could have prepared you for the sight you were greeted with when you arrived at the ‘Chateau’ (what a weird name).

There were two boys wrestling on the ground in front of a handful of hammocks. “That’s JJ and Pope,” She had informed you, “They’re pretty much in love but they won’t admit it.”

There was a girl with dirty blonde hair and tanned skin lounging on one of the hammocks near them, laughing out loud, cheering on ‘Pope’ and betting ‘JJ’ that he wouldn’t win. “That’s Sarah.”

“Cameron?” You had asked. You had heard her name once or twice when you were getting settled in.

“Yep, it’s a long story.”

There was another girl sharing the hammock with Sarah who was smiling over at the wrestling boys with a certain softness in her eyes, “That’s Cleo,” Kiara explained, “She’s new as well, she’s only been here a few months.”

Kiara pointed out John B last. He was laying on the other hammock, his arm thrown over his eyes and quite obviously trying to ignore his friends’ antics.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of them. Your outburst accidentally gained the attention of the group of rowdy teenagers who all lifted their heads and watched you wander over.

JJ was the first to greet you, he seemed to radiate chaotic energy so you figured that you’d probably get along with him more than most if you stuck around. “Well,” He said mischievously, “Hi-”

“No!” Kiara yelled, crossing her arms over her chest, which prompted laughter from the rest of the group, “I like this one, don’t ruin it with your slutty tendencies!”

The pogues shared a weighted look between themselves. They had a feeling that it wasn’t just your friendship that Kiara was after, she was usually one to be pretty subtle when it came to the people she was interested in but everyone could see the heart eyes she was currently giving you.

You were quickly pulled into a conversation with Sarah, who demanded to know where you bought your shorts from, and John B, who told you to ignore any of JJ’s advances.

Kiara was trying her hardest to focus on the tale JJ was regaling her and Pope with but she couldn’t help but allow her gaze to drift back to you every now and then. She knew that you would get along with the pogues, you seemed like the type of person to simply fit in every circumstance that you found yourself in. It wasn’t often that she brought someone back and even less often that she brought someone back that vibed with her friends so well.

As happy as she was, she couldn’t help but feel worried. She knew first-hand how charming her friends could be when they put their minds to it. She had a feeling that she didn’t have to worry about JJ, as flirty as he was, she knew he was more observant than he let on and he would never hurt her like that. John B and Sarah were disgustingly in love so she had no worries about them.

Unfortunately, she had a feeling that she might have reason to worry about Pope and Cleo. Pope was the sweetest guy she had ever met and she could definitely see the potential he had to be ‘boyfriend material’ and Cleo, well, Kiara certainly wasn’t blind.

She was still in conversation with JJ and Pope when it had begun to rain and everyone decided to migrate towards the deck, each claiming a piece of furniture.

“Kie!” Sarah whisper-yelled, “I think we put her to sleep.”

Kiara looked down at Sarah’s lap and saw that you were dead asleep.

Sarah saw the look of adoration on her friend’s face and softly moved you so that you were laying on Kiara’s lap rather than her own.

The brunette lightly ran her fingers through your hair and brushed it out of your face. She shrugged and shot Sarah a quick smile, “I don’t blame her,” She chuckled, “We are a bit much, aren’t we?”

“I’m still not used to it,” Cleo quipped with a smirk.

“What’s the deal with you and her, then?” JJ blurted out curiously and pointedly ignored the elbow in the ribs (Pope) and glare (Sarah) that he was subjected to, “Do you like her?”

The pogues exchanged wary glances. It was a well know fact that Kiara wasn’t straight but she had never explicitly told them about her romantic preferences. She had always been adamant that ‘coming out’ was a ridiculous tradition.

“I don’t know,” Kiara sounded so small and shy. They had never heard her sound that before, “I don’t want to scare her off. It’s only been a day.”

“If we haven’t managed to send her running for the hills, I doubt you will,” John B said. He grabbed Sarah’s hand and pulled her up with him as he stood, “It’s late and I’ve got work tomorrow, we’re going to bed. You know where the keys are, lock up before you leave.”

Pope shared a look with JJ and Cleo before reluctantly standing up, “Dad will be on my ass if we’re not back soon.”

Pope and JJ walked on towards the Twinkie but Cleo stayed put for a moment, “Tell her,” She implored, “What’s the worst that could happen?”

Kiara wanted to scoff because isn’t that the age-old question? She may have only known you for a few hours but she feared what might happen and how devastating a rejection you could inflict on her.

She sighed and waved her off. As soon as the van disappeared around the corner and she could no longer hear the roaring of the old, well-used engine, her gaze drifted back to you.

As if you could feel her eyes on you, yours fluttered open and you turned your head to look up at her with a small, sleepy smile gracing your lips, “Hi,” You said quietly, clearing your throat and wiping your hands over your face and yawning, “How long was I out for?” You asked, sheepishly.

Kiara laughed, throwing her head back, “About twenty minutes, everyone left.”

You tried not to focus on the heat that was rapidly spreading across your cheeks and hoped that she couldn’t sense or notice your embarrassment. “Sorry,” You mumbled, reluctantly sitting up and moving to rest beside her on the couch. You tucked your hair behind your ears and chuckled, “Honestly, I’m surprised none of you drew on me.”

“I’m not gonna lie to you, they wanted to, especially JJ,” She teased and took a deep breath, “But if you wanted to make it up to me for, you know, falling asleep when I so graciously introduced to my best friends, you could come by the Wreck tomorrow?”

“The Wreck?”

“It’s a restaurant that my dad runs, I work there,” She explained, “I finish at four if you wanted to come by.”

You made a contemplative look and smiled shyly, “Depends,” You teased, “Will it just be us or should I prepare to listen to Sarah explain, in detail, why John B should get his hair cut?”

She shook her head and grinned, reaching a hand out to clasp yours, “Just me and you…is that alright?”

You shrugged and shifted closer to her, softly rubbing the back of her hand with your thumb, “More than alright.”

an: again, i’m unbelievably bad at writing endings but any feedback is welcome, inbox is open for any requests <3

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writing-with-emy · 1 year

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MASTERLIST:

*requests are open*

Outer Banks

JJ Maybank John B Routledge Pope Heyward Rafe Cameron Kiara Carrera Sarah Cameron

Euphoria

Fezco (closed; reason here) Elliot Maddy Perez Rue Bennet

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson Steve Harrington Billy Hargrove Robin Buckley

Harry Potter

Theodore Nott Mattheo Riddle

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macadoodlewrites · 2 years

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Dangerous Love - Part One (Rafe Cameron x Routledge!Reader)

Summary: Avery Routledge is John B's cousin, and she has just moved to the OBX - just in time for a treasure hunt. But with John B keeping secrets in order to protect her, he pushes her into the arms of the Kook King. She becomes tangled with none other than Rafe Cameron, but will she realise how damaged he is before it is too late, or will he ruin her before she can get away?

Warnings: death, smut, dub-con, toxic behaviour, abuse, kidnapping, non-con

Ships: Rafe Cameron x OC, minor!JJ x OC

Hi everyone! This story will take place starting from the beginning of season one, and will partially stick to the original plot, but will take far more interest in Rafe and his doings. There will be a few minor detail's that have been changed for this story's purposes so please don't read into it too much. Enjoy :)

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The Outer Banks. Kildare Island. The Cut and Figure Eight.

Over the years, I had visited countless times to see my cousin, John B, and my uncle, always choosing to spend my summers in the OBX rather than at home. Paradise on earth was what John B called it, and I couldn’t help but agree with him – endless parties, beautiful sunsets, and most importantly, my friends, The Pogues. The only family that I cared for.

But this time was different. This time I was not visiting for the summer. No, this time it was permanent. I had turned eighteen a matter of months ago and had been waiting for the right chance to pack up my things and leave my childhood home, and that opportunity had presented itself last night. Enough had been enough, and my mother and her boyfriend were now people of the past and could never hurt me again — no, I didn’t want to dwell on what had happened the night before. Today was a fresh start and the first day of my new life.

My father, Teddy, was supposed to be John B’s legal guardian, appointed after my Uncle John had disappeared at sea nine months ago. Unfortunately, my father was not a man who could be labelled as either reliable or responsible, and had never been around for me; there had been no chance that he was ever going to help John B. The last I had heard, he was building houses down in Mississippi. I’d been left behind.

Last night I had snuck out in the middle of the night, the world dark and asleep as I had hopped on the midnight bus, then another, until I reached the port and caught the next available ferry. On the way, I had phoned John B, and he had not asked any questions despite my sudden and abrupt departure from home and instead had told me that he would prepare the spare bedroom at The Chateau for my arrival. Apparently, only a couple of days ago, a hurricane by the name of Agatha had hit the island and stopped all the boats, so I guess I had been fortunate in the day I had chosen to leave.

And leave I had. I stepped off the ferry, tugging my white rucksack tightly over my shoulders and grabbing one of my suitcases in each hand. John B was due to pick me up at three o’clock. I checked my watch as I walked. Ten to three. Walking along the long wooden board walk to the beach, I could see that both John B and The Twinkie were nowhere in sight. The remaining passengers of the ferry walked alongside me and continued their journeys onwards as I stopped at the sandy beach. As I looked up at the cerulean sky, and then at the expensive houses and buildings, I finally felt the knot in my stomach unravel. I was here – my mother couldn’t come and get me; her boyfriend could never drag me back.

From my previous visits, I knew that the ferries always pulled up to the luxurious side of the island. Figure Eight. The Kooks lived here. This was not where I would be living. I dug my suitcases securely into the deep sand, and sat down on one of them, looking around at the people getting on with their lives, driving home, seeing friends, working their jobs on the pier —

“You look lost,” a male voice said from behind me. I twisted in my makeshift seat. Stood a few paces behind me, leaning against an expensive looking motorbike, was a boy – well, a man. He looked around my age, maybe a year or two older. Dirty blond hair was loose around his head in curtains, a few strands falling in front of his eyes which were covered by sunglasses, and he was wearing a peach-coloured polo shirt, branded with a high-end logo, and white shorts. The outfit and his relaxed, easy posture all screamed money. Despite his eyes being covered, I could feel him scrutinising my outfit – faded, blue jeans, a burgundy tank top, my usual necklaces, and a cream cardigan – which was all entirely wrong for the heat. “You’re either a tourist or on the wrong side of the island.”

Choosing to brush off his statement, I crossed my arms over my chest. “I’m waiting for someone to come and pick me up. My ferry arrived early.”

“How early?” he asked, copying me and crossing his own arms.

“I’m sorry?”

“How early did the ferry arrive?”

“Not that it is any of your business, but ten minutes. I’m sure that my ride will be here in any minute.”

“Well, whilst you’re waiting, would you like some company? My friends are also running late.”

I had not grown up here in the Outer Banks, but I knew all about the Pogues versus Kooks rivalry, and this boy was certainly a Kook. He had clearly seen my suitcases and decided that I was a tourist rather than a Pogue if his offer of company was anything to go by. But what harm could some company do? If I had ten minutes to kill, why not with this Kook?

“Sure,” I said, offering a small smile. “Why don’t you tell me about the island? I’m guessing that you live here?”

He grinned, revealing perfect white teeth, and pushed himself off his motorbike. He started to walk towards me, long, tanned legs covering the short distance within a handful of footsteps, and without invitation, he sat on my other suitcase. “I do. This is Figure Eight. You’ll want to stay on the northside of Kildare Island whilst you’re here, and away from the south,” he replied. “How long are you staying for?”

My smile tightened. “I’ll be here awhile. This place practically feels like home already.”

Finally, he removed his sunglasses, revealing blue eyes shaded by long, golden eyelashes. “Well then, welcome to the Outer Banks…”

“Avery,” I filled in, and held my hand out. He took my hand in his, skin warm against mine – I noticed a large, golden signet ring on his index finger.

“I’m Rafe.” He did not make a move to pull his hand back, and neither did I as my eyes met his. They were a startling cornflower blue, summery and clear, the opposite of my own hazel autumn ones.

Rafe opened his mouth to speak again, but was cut off by a loud raring noise, and two bikes skidding up either side of us. He let my hand go as a boy got off each bike. I stood up off my suitcase, now slightly uncomfortable. One Kook was fine, three was not. I was hardly scared, but I had heard many stories over the years from John B, Pope, JJ, and Kie about how territorial the Kooks could be when a Pogue or an outsider was on their side of the island.

I still had anonymity on my side, but John B would be here any minute…

“I should get going,” I said, lifting the suitcase of my handle. Rafe remained on my other one.

“Who’s this?” one of the boys – the golden haired one – asked, looking me up and down with distaste. I moved backwards.

“This is Avery,” Rafe said. “She was keeping me entertained whilst I had to wait for you two boneheads.” His eyes were still on me, and I averted my own. “Avery, this is Topper and Kelce.”

“Nice to meet you both, but like I said, I should get going,” I mumbled.

“Your ride isn’t here yet,” Rafe commented, and I looked at him again. He was no longer smiling, but one side of his mouth was quirked upwards. “We can wait here with you.”

“It’s fine, really.” Never before had I been so grateful for John B’s unrelenting tardiness. Many times over the years, I had patched up him and JJ after their encounters with the Kooks, and it was not something that I wanted to do today.

"Come on, Avery-"

"She said she's fine, man," said Topper grumpily. "It's Figure Eight, not The Cut. Nothing bad is going to happen."

"And we're going to be late for our reservation," Kelce chimed in.

Stopping myself from rolling my eyes, I smiled weakly at Topper encouraging him to go on. Rafe finally shrugged as Topper continued to urge him.

“Alright,” he relented, finally standing from my second suitcase. He lifted the handle and leaned it towards me. “It was good to meet you, Avery.”

“You too, Rafe,” I replied, taking my suitcase. Topper and Kelce climbed onto their bikes, and started to ride off, but Rafe turned back to me as he started his up.

"Hopefully I'll see you around," he said, and as he kicked his kickstand down, he called, "remember what I said. Stick to this side of the island."

The smile fell from my face completely at his words as I watched him go after his friends. The whole Pogues versus Kook thing was going to take some getting used to, but as soon as I arrived at The Chateau, I could hardly see a reason to head over to Figure Eight anyway.

As if knowing his cue, The Twinkie pulled up, rumbling away, John B at the wheel. I smiled wider than I ever thought I could at him, waving away – I hadn’t seen him since the previous summer, despite the many attempts over the year. My mother never liked me visiting, but Uncle John had always convinced her for the summers. A weekend here and there when I told her that I was away at camp or retreats for my classes were the only other occasions I could get. But things were different now. My mother was out of the picture...

The Twinkie screeched to a halt, and John B jumped out. I ran straight at him, abandoning my suitcases and throwing my rucksack to the ground. His arms were wide, and I leaped into them, wrapping my arms around his neck. Everything from his sea-salt air scent, to the bandana around his neck was familiar. His long arms wrapped around me, and I was suddenly off the ground, being swung around. Tears came to my eyes, but I closed them, willing them away.

Behind us there was more commotion, the sliding of the van doors, and there were then more sets of arms around us. I opened my eyes and could see that Kiara and Pope were hugging us, and JJ was stood only a handful of footsteps behind John B. I released my cousin and gave Kie and Pope separate hugs. “You don’t know how much I have missed you!” Kie exclaimed.

"Sorry we're late, we got caught up in something," said John B.

"Trouble by any chance?” I asked with a laugh.

"Oh, Avi, you know that there is nothing better to get caught up in," chimed in JJ, and slung an arm around my shoulders. The old butterflies that I had always felt around him appeared momentarily at the pit of my stomach, and I continued smiling, wrapping my arm around his slim waist.

"Good news," continued Kie. "We're throwing a kegger tonight and you're the first to receive an invite.”

"And what's the reason for this kegger?" I asked. I watched as the four of them exchanged a not-so-subtle look but chose to ignore it. I’d only just arrived, and I didn’t need to know all of their business. Although with John B, Kie, Pope, and JJ, it was never anything simple...

"Do we really need a reason?" Pope finally said, and before I could speak, John B was grabbing my suitcases, Kiara had my rucksack in her hands, and JJ was putting his other arm around me, pulling me in for a long overdue hug. A tear finally slipped down my cheek.

"What's wrong?" JJ asked, tightening his arm around me.

"Nothing. I just never thought I would get here, you know?"

"Well get used to it, Avery Routledge. You're with me now, and you're home," said John B.

Burying my face in JJ’s shoulder and the soft fabric of his vest, I nodded. We were then all piling into The Twinkie, shockingly out of place next to the expensive cars surrounding it and set off to the other side of Kildare Island. Rafe’s warning could be damned. I was a Pogue now, and that was all that mattered.

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