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you rescued me first | jiara au

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summary: after finally getting in barracuda mike’s plane, jj and kie talk about kitty hawk and the kiss.

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"Hey, Jayj?" Kie asked, her voice barely audible over the hum of Barracuda Mike's plane engine. She looked over at JJ, who was peering out the window, his eyes scanning the vast blue expanse below.

"Yeah, Kie?" JJ turned to face her, a smirk already playing at the corners of his mouth.

"How did you even know I was at Kitty Hawk?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

JJ grinned. "My cousin Ricky spent some time there at the boys' camp on the other side. He gave me the heads-up about it."

"Ricky? I remember him," Kie said, nodding. "That makes sense."

JJ's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Well, it wasn't exactly a smooth operation."

Kie raised an eyebrow. "Oh, do tell."

JJ leaned back, a faraway look in his eyes. "So, after I found out where you were, I was hauling ass to get to the camp. But then, bam! Flat tire. Turns out, it wasn't just bad luck—Mike had shot it out and had me at gunpoint."

Kie gasped. "What? Jayj, that's insane!"

"Yeah, I thought I was done for," JJ admitted, shaking his head. "But then I started talking about the gold down in South America. Figured if he was holding me up for money, that might get his attention. And it did."

"And he just let you go?" Kie asked, incredulous.

"Not exactly," JJ smirked, glancing out the window briefly. "John B’s gonna be pissed about the tires, but I figured once I pay Barracuda Mike with a sliver of the gold we hope to find in South America, I can pay for new ones for JB."

"You know how he loves that van," Kie said with a smile, glancing over at JJ.

JJ nodded back at her, a grin spreading across his face. He leaned back into the hard metal belly of the plane, his thoughts drifting momentarily. If they weren't already needed in South America, he'd bribe Mike with more gold to take them far away from the Outer Banks. He knew Kie wouldn’t mind, and he doubted she was in any hurry to face her parents after what they had just put her through.

"So, uh... Marley, huh?" Kie grinned, nudging him lightly with her elbow. "That was your big rescue plan?"

JJ laughed, a genuine, deep chuckle that made Kie feel a little lighter. "Hey, it wasn't really about Marley. It was about getting you out of there."

"I still can't believe you found me," Kie said, shaking her head in disbelief.

JJ grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Yeah, well, desperate times call for desperate measures."

Kie nudged him again, teasingly. "So, what did you think of my whole 'Marley' story? Be honest."

JJ chuckled. "Honestly? I thought it was funny. But I do wish you had used a dog. You know I'm a dog person."

"Yeah, but I figured a cat would be easier to sneak into the story," Kie replied, smiling. "Plus, the lady at the desk had a picture of her cat, so I thought I could tug on her heartstrings better if I used a cat."

"Nice save, Jayj," Kie said, rolling her eyes playfully. "But seriously, I'm impressed. You got the message through and found me."

JJ shrugged nonchalantly, but there was a pleased look on his face. "I just did what I had to do. Couldn't leave you behind."

A comfortable silence settled between them once more, the steady drone of the plane's engine filling the gaps in their conversation. Kie glanced over at JJ, studying his profile. She felt a warmth spread through her chest, a mix of gratitude and something else she wasn't quite ready to name.

"Hey, about Kitty Hawk," JJ started, his tone casual but his eyes betraying his nervousness. "That was, uh, pretty wild, huh?"

"Yeah," Kie agreed, her heart picking up speed. "Definitely wild."

JJ ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit Kie had come to recognize. Taking a deep breath, she looked directly at him, her cheeks warming. "And, um, what happened there... you know, with us... was that... okay?"

JJ's smirk softened into a genuine smile, his eyes filled with warmth as he met her gaze. "It was... yeah. It was good."

"Just good?" Kie teased, nudging him gently with her elbow. Her voice softened. "Because I thought it was... pretty great."

JJ's face lit up, the kind of smile that reached his eyes and made them crinkle at the corners. "Me too."

Kie felt a wave of relief wash over her. "Good. Because I don't want things to be weird between us, you know?"

"Yeah, me neither," JJ agreed, his expression serious for a moment. "I like what we have, Kie. I don't want to mess it up."

Kie smiled, feeling a sense of peace settle over her. "We won't. We'll figure it out. Together."

JJ nodded, his face lighting up with a grin. "Yeah. Together."

They sat in silence for a while longer, the only sound the steady rumble of the plane and the occasional crackle of the radio. Kie leaned her head on JJ's shoulder once more, feeling his warmth seep into her. For the first time in a long time, she felt safe.

"Hey, JJ?" Kie’s voice broke the silence, soft and tentative.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you for rescuing me."

JJ smiled, his heart swelling with affection. "You rescued me first, Kie."

Kie looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," JJ started, his voice softening, "you've always been there for me, even when things got rough. You've kept me going, Kie. So, thank you for rescuing me, too."

Kie felt a rush of emotion, grateful tears pricking at her eyes. She hugged him tightly, feeling his arms wrap around her protectively. In that moment, with the hum of the plane surrounding them, they found solace in each other's presence.

"Who knew you were such a sap?" Kie smirked against his chest.

"If you tell any of the Pogues, I will push you and your mattress into the water while you're sleeping," JJ joked. His smile widened, his eyes sparkling with affection. "But, off-topic, I could go for some of Ricky’s Cripple right about now."

"Just what I was thinking," Kie replied with a grin. "Ugh, JJ, don’t even mention the good stuff. When we get back to the OBX, you, me, and a baggie of the cripple on the back of HMS Pogue all day."

"You got yourself a date," JJ said with a playful salute, his hand reaching out to take hers. They clasped hands, their fingers intertwining naturally. The warmth between them was palpable, a silent promise of solidarity and love.

As their hands met, JJ leaned in closer, his gaze locking onto Kie's. Without hesitation, he brushed his lips against hers in a soft, tender kiss. It was brief but filled with a depth of feeling that neither of them could fully express in words.

When they parted, Kie's cheeks were flushed, and JJ couldn't hide the smile that spread across his face. They lingered there, lost in each other's eyes, the world outside the plane fading into insignificance.

As they flew through the clouds, heading towards an uncertain future, Kie felt a sense of hope bloom inside her. Whatever was waiting for them in South America, they would face it together. And that was all that mattered.

[dayas]

Jiara x first Christmas together

Omg you’ve come to the right place 😁🥰

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“JJ, watch the tree!” Christmas at the Carreras was often a sight to behold. Professional decorators, top tier food, and a brilliant, shining Christmas tree. But Christmas at the Carrera-Maybanks was an entirely different matter. It was calmer. Quieter. Christmas had always been fraught with worry for JJ, strife that Kiara was determined to ensure he never felt again.

“I got it, Kie! Will you trust me?”

“I do trust you,” Kiara grumbled, stopping her fussing with the stockings to watch him. To his credit, he put the tree up perfectly, securing it in its base and even stepping back to admire his handiwork.

“You can say it,” JJ grinned. Kiara rolled her eyes, joining him at his side.

“It’s perfect,” Kie murmured, leaning into his side as JJ wrapped an arm around her, dropping a kiss to the top of her head.

“Great job, Jage.”

“Thanks, Kie.”

They took one more moment to admire it before getting into the baubles and ornaments. There was still a lot of decorating left to be done, but Kiara felt grateful that she got to spend Christmas with JJ at all. She felt the tears welling up in her eyes to her minor horror, but JJ only turned, brushing them away with his free hand.

“I’m just… really happy we get to do this together.” Her explanation was soft, as soft as his, “Me too,” was. He pulled her in quickly, kissing her head again, holding onto her tightly. Kiara exhaled, pressing a kiss against his chest. When he finally released her, she kept his hand in his. Now that she had him, she was never going to let him go again.

[kiekiecarrera]

#jiaraweek2023

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

[merrymissmouse43]

Jiara Ficlet #9

Word Prompt: Quiet (Read on AO3)

Why did this prompt make my mind go straight to the gutter? Feels like a problem... lol.

Explicit sexual content, Canon-Divergence, Friends with benefits or Established relationship, you pick 💖

Since Kiara is still living at home they’re both 17.

468 Words

Enjoy 👀

❗SMUT AHEAD❗

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It had become a regular occurrence over the last few months for JJ to sneak inside her bedroom window. And, just like a handful of nights before, what started innocently enough as watching a movie on her bed quickly transitioned into a heated makeout session, followed by several minutes of heavy petting and the eventual loss of Kiara’s sleep shorts and panties.

Now they were caught up in a familiar scene: JJ on his back, cargo shorts trapped around his thighs, and Kiara kneeling over him, her muscles burning as she bounced on his cock. In this position, she could feel him deep, a blunt, scorching, relentless force filling her up completely.

She tried to quell her whines of pleasure for as long as possible by sucking her bottom lip between her teeth, but the harder she tried to fight it, the louder she became.

When JJ slides his hands under her t-shirt to tease her sensitive nipples, Kiara’s bottom jaw drops and her head tips back, releasing a litany of dangerously loud moans to escape into an otherwise quiet room. To his credit, apart from some shallow breathing and the occasional whispered curse word, JJ had remained disciplined and silent. But she doesn't leave him with much choice now.

“Hey,” JJ murmurs, squeezing her thighs for attention. “You gotta be quiet for me. If your parents catch us—”

“I can’t help it,” Kiara interrupts with a sharp rotation of her hips on a downward stroke. Her words tumble out of her mouth in breathy, urgent spurts. “Feels so good. I’m close. So close. JJ. Oh, fuck.” Her own hand slips between her legs, deft fingers circling her clit, chasing her pleasure.

Fearing their late-night tryst coming to a possible lethal end, JJ reaches up, tangles his fingers in the hair at the back of her head, and drags her lips down to his. Kiara gasps at the sudden shift in angle, and he smothers it, swallowing down her moans as she continues to rock against him.

While keeping her mouth occupied with his tongue and teeth, JJ plants the soles of his feet on the mattress and starts to piston his hips up against hers, drilling his length inside her, hitting all the right places so good that she's practically sobbing into his mouth.

Her desperate cries send a secret thrill racing through him, settling hot in his belly, and he fists her loose curls even tighter, keeping their mouths firmly aligned as their kisses become even more sloppy and fevered.

JJ’s plan to hurry things along before they're caught works within seconds, and when Kiara’s inner walls seize around him and her entire body rattles from the ferocity of her orgasm, all that's left of her scream is a muffled groan to match his own.

[princessmaybank]

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

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

[misssophiachase]

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

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

Tell Me We Weren’t Just Friends

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

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

Lincoln Centre, New York City 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He feels good. Too good. 

It feels right. Too right. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It must be seeing you again, Kie.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As long as it’s soon.

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

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

This is how things always are between them.

No talking, no feeling.

Just being.

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

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

“Tell me we weren’t just friends.”

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

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

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

“What was that you were saying, Bree?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’ve decided?”

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

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

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

“Oh really?” 

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

“If that’s a line...”

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

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

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

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

“Sounds hectic.”

“You have no idea.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Staples Centre, Los Angeles (2 years ago)

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

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

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

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

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

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

15 minutes later

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Now, who’s checking up on whom?” 

“I might have seen some photos.”

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

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

“You saw me?” 

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

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

“You left the peonies?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ve missed you too, J.” 

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

“I think you’re right.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her.

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

She is his heaven.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You love me?”

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

“There was always something in the way.”

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

“Stubborness?” 

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

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

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

[jiaraweek]

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

protective prompt

[jojameswinter]

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

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

Here's the one bed excerpt:

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

[dayas]

@ghostiewriter you know what must be done.

gestures that gets me on my knees.

(feel free to use<3 the kisses ones are.. im- i-... yall better tag when u write these or else check under ur bed before sleep! :) )

lingering with your lips open, touching, but not kissing, and this one glance at their eyes and you say fuck it and pull at their collar to kiss them

heavily breathing after a kiss (damn ittitit)

gulping when they get a little too close

and not knowing how to talk or exist after they finish kissing you like they've been needing that kiss for a lifetime!!!

loosing your mind when they tilt your chin to look you in the eye

pulling them by their belt to kiss them>>

lazy kisses in the morning, that starts with a grunt as they pull you closer to them as you try to get up and lazily placing kisses all over face and ends with a hoarse whisper from them asking you to stay. fucjfuck

their mouth at your ear, whispering!!!

"give me a chance. to prove what i can make you feel." (ohmykgodks)

when they kiss you, hard, gripping, shaking breaths, fists in each other's clothes, against a wall, but they stop. and smirk, "you want that, love? i want cuddles though." and their grin is too wide, stupid and cocky and beautiful.

you're holding on by a thread and they sort of grin against your lips, mumbling, "just lose control, love."

that glance at your body with their eyes subtly widening, almost gulping as they take in your attire. fuck.

the lips are hot, soft, settling, nibbling and gasping, pulling onto each other for more and when you stop, they have their eyes closed, heavily exhaling, hair ruffled, and they look like the prettiest mess ever.

holding your hands above your head as they kiss you

[homebody-nobody]

Following @dayas idea!

Send me a lack of sleep prompt, a ship, and a vibe, and I'll write it!

[brizzlovesyou]

Upset you never wrote a one bed fic

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

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

[dayas]

for the ask, Jiara but with a Doctor Who vibe

LISTEN I have never watched Doctor Who in my LIFE 😭 only saw it through gifs here so this is purely based on vibes! I also chose the quote since you didn’t include one, I hope that’s okay! With that said, ILY Erin, enjoy!!

The blue wires glowed high above Kiara’s head, a subtle pulsing light emanating from them. Still, the only blue she was interested in was the one she was staring at, two eyes that were damn near bloodshot with exhaustion.

“You need to sleep.”

Kiara’s voice left no room for question. JJ only shook his head, an almost manic energy traveling through his entire body, lifting his fingers as he watched an unseen force dance.

“I can’t. There’s so much left to do!”

Kiara took two steps forward, pressing her chest up against his own. She waited until he blinked in owlish surprise and looked down at her to threaten, “I’ll carry you if I have to.” JJ’s mouth dropped open for a split second, a gulp and half a nod following. The only concession she would get.

“Well?” he murmured, a strange, soft amusement filtering through his gaze, “What are you waiting for?”

Kiara’s own eyes rolled, though her shoulders dropped in gentle relief. He would soon be asleep, and tomorrow the entire interaction forgotten. Tonight, however, she was thankful for whatever force had gotten him to agree with her.

send me a ship and a lack of sleep prompt and i’ll write you four or more sentences

[jjmaybankssurfergf]

I fucking love this 😍😍😍

[merrymissmouse43]

Jiara Ficlet #10

Word Prompt: Late (Read on AO3)

This random word prompt was going to be used for an accidental pregnancy or smut. I went with the smut. I know what you people want :P (I wanted it too)

Established Jiara, Post-18 month time jump, Making out, Sexual touching.

JJ gets handsy. JJ gets bossy. Kiara's just trying to get to work, poor thing.

549 Words

❗SMUT AHEAD❗

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Kiara giggled as JJ’s eager hands pulled her back to him, never letting her get more than a few feet away from him before pressing his incessant lips onto hers. He gropes her ass, trying to deepen the kisses, but Kiara won’t yield to him so easily. Her mind’s still on getting out the front door.

“If I’m late for one more shift, they’ll never let me hear the end of it,” Kiara cautions even as JJ’s fingers teasing the underside of her breasts send a pleasureable tingle straight to her core.

The surf shop never had less than three Pogues occupying its space at all times. They’d manage without her for a little while longer.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” JJ promises lowly, lips migrating to the corner of her mouth.

Before she has the chance to respond, JJ cups her flushed cheeks and backs her into the wall, kissing her hard as his body covers hers. He slips his thigh between her legs, and Kiara anchors her hands on his sides, opening for him willingly when his tongue demands entry into her mouth.

“I really... have to... go,” she pants against his lips in between pauses for breath.

“Be quiet,” JJ demands and tugs her hips forward off the wall. He uses the tip of his boot to nudge her feet further apart before popping open the button on her shorts and making quick work of dragging down the zipper.

In one fluid motion, his dominant hand slides in and disappears under her panties. He quickly locates her clit, and Kiara’s feeble protests die in her throat along with any and all rational thought. She gasps, then falls silent with her mouth in a soft ‘O’ shape as he rubs against her, their faces mere inches apart, breath puffing hot, eye contact smouldering.

He dips a single digit between her soft folds, finds moisture gathering near her entrance, and coats his index finger before trailing a slick path back up to her clit. She’s slippery and easier to manipulate now, and JJ works her over with quick, tight circles and a fair amount of pressure. Her knees buckle in direct response to the change in sensation, and she instinctually arches her back in order to grind her pelvis against his palm.

One hand finds his shoulder for balance while the other curls slim fingers around the wrist buried beneath her waistband. It’s fast, dirty, and completely self-indulgent on JJ’s part, driven by the sole purpose of disheveling her groomed appearance and convincing her to stay.

“Jayj,” she gasps again when his fingers change direction, then she forfeits eye contact by tipping her head back against the wall and closing her eyes as her laboured breath continues to build in urgency.

JJ smirks at her surrender before diving in and kissing along her neck, licking up to her jawline, and gently nipping at the thin flesh. She whimpers when his lips cover hers once more and reels him in tight by the fabric of his t-shirt.

She’s nearly a half hour late to her shift. Needless to say, Kiara won’t be winning any employee of the month awards any time soon.

And so the reputation of the tortoise and the tortoise continues to live on in infamy.

[obxtober]

WELCOME TO OBXTOBER!!!

to fill in the gap between outer banks season 4 pt 1 & pt 2, we’ve decided to come up with a little event we’re calling obxtober! the rules are super simple: there pretty much are none.

in between now and obx4 pt 2, just choose any prompt and write a fic about it, or make a gifset, or some art, or an edit. anything goes! the prompts are meant to be vague and able to be interpreted however you choose to interpret them. if you want to squeeze five prompts into one thing, you can do that as well!

(if you're posting to ao3, be sure to add your fic to the obxtober collection!)

when you’ve completed a prompt, think of it like a punch card you might get going to your favorite ice cream shop. just throw a jiara/obx/beach themed emoji over the cloud with the prompt(s) you used, and post it! tag us or use #obxtober so we can repost it. 

if you want to continue to use the prompts past part 2, you’re absolutely welcome to do that as well. the more art, the merrier. 

feel free to ask any questions!!! can’t wait to see what y’all come up with!!!