#muse: john b routledge

[lavishash]

muse: john b routledge, eighteen years old fandom: outer banks open to: canon or non-canon female muses connection: any

"you can't still be mad at me." the male's hand rested on her arm before he tried to roll her over to face him. "you can't stay mad at me forever, you know." he couldn't help the smile that was forming on his lips as he stared at the femme. john b couldn't deal with the fact that she was mad at him especially if it was for a long period of time, he just wanted things to go back to normal.

[mad3lyncline]

𝑹𝑼𝑫𝒀 𝑷𝑨𝑵𝑲𝑶𝑾 & 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑺𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑲𝑬𝑺 . JJ's Deep Sea Charters Commercial ( x ) .

[kaitlinamberxo]

“The downside of 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.”

kaitlin's 100 favorite fictional muses — 57/100: John B Routledge

[looksgold]

*  //  ⠀  kiara  carrera ( @lightningxmagic )  :  "  they're  going  to  crucify  me  anyway  .  "

"  because  of  me  .  "  he  sits  on  the  boat  with  her  ,  the  topic  of  her  parents  coming  up  again  and  this  time  ?  the  guilt  feels  like  a  knife  twisting  in  his  stomach  .  the  storm  is  coming  up  ,  he  knows  it  ,  an  he's  tried  to  convince  her  to  go  back  .  "  they  won't  crucify  you  ...  if  you  say  i  kidnapped  you  .  "  what's  another  charge  when  you're  facing  the  death  penalty  ?  he  steps  towards  her  ,  hands  reaching  out  to  gently  cup  her  face  .  "  please  ,  kie  ...  let  me  take  you  back  home  .  make  me  the  villain  if  you  have  to  ...  but  i  can't  lose  you  out  here  .  i  can't  ...  "

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⁰⁰² ▌ john b routledge

[princessbrunette]

I’m not sure if you’ve ever done this before but during season 1 when jb is going through that whole thing with his dad what’s pups reaction? Also when jb finds his dad and refuses to believe his dad is an asshole, how does pup react to that as well? Sorry if this is too much

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poor pup, you obviously don’t understand to the full extent what’s going on because he tries to keep you out of as much of it as possible but you try and be there for him when he needs it. he knows you need a lot of attention, it’s how you got your ‘puppy’ nickname in the first place — but during this time when he’s constantly jetting off on impromptu missions with the pogues, more than anything he appreciates you being understanding and letting him go with little complaint.

it doesn’t mean you don’t get sad or scared, and this definitely doesn’t mean he doesn’t acknowledge it. before he runs off, he usually remembers to approach you first with an urgent expression — his hands on your cheeks and his eyes wide. “look, i know i’ve been an asshole okay? i haven’t been here and that’s not fair on you. i take full accountability for that and— and you have been amazing. but i really gotta do this, and… i don’t know if i’m gonna be home tonight. there’s this thing up in charleston and—”

“s’okay john b. i understand. go find your dad, ‘kay? wanna meet him.” you smile, standing on your tip toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. he melts instantly, pressing his mouth to yours and stroking your cheeks.

“you’re the best, okay? i love you. so much. i’m sorry, yeah? i love you.” he calls as he backs up, running to the twinkie with the rest of the pogues in tow, who were waiting nearby for him to say goodbye. as jj passes, he ruffles your head, sending you back a pleased smile.

“you a good doggy.” he muses in that southern jokey drawl that makes you smile.

when john b is gone for days at a time with a dead phone, he feels terrible. atleast when the police ask you if you’d seen him you don’t have to lie, shaking your head sadly and telling them you don’t know where he is. you keep things clean at the chateau, look after the chickens when he’s gone. there’s points when you’re not sure if he’s ever coming back, but you know he’d never do that to you.

he arrives home one day in the middle of the night, surprised to find you still there loyally— curled up on the couch clutching his sweatshirt. you look all puffy, like you’d been crying — but now, you were peacefully asleep.

“hey, i’m home puppy, daddies home.” he whispers and you’re up in an instant, groggily wrapping your arms around his neck, sniffling.

he loves that you never doubted his father being alive, making you the only person to consistently believe in him. when any of the pogues would doubt him, he’d instantly be reassured by your furrowed brows, a confused expression. because why wouldn’t he be alive? if he left all those clues, and john b said so — it had to be true?

down the line, when you finally meet his father — he’s not all what he was cut out to be. john b was always in charge, always strong— but with big john routledge around, who was always bossing him about and making him do things he didn’t wanna do, he made jb more vulnerable and not in a good way. he also wouldn’t let you come along, stealing you away from your boyfriend because he didn’t fully trust you.

“i mean, c’mon son you really trust that scrappy lil’ girl? she don’t know right from left, she ain’t comin’ alright? end of. she’d only slow you down.” the man speaks, unknown to the fact you were listening in on the conversation with a tearful pout, one room over.

“you watch your mouth about her.” john b gets in his face but the old man old scoffs, moving him aside.

“yeah, yeah. save the drama for your girl. look, you wanna be the kinda man that gets his girlfriend shot because she can’t think for herself in a think-fast situation? or you wanna be the kinda man that brings her a fuck load of gold n’makes her rich. up to you, boy.” he busies himself with readying his backpack— heading to the door.

when john b finds you, looking guilty in his cap and printed shirt, a look you’d usually wanna be all over if you weren’t so upset — he cups your face, realising you must’ve heard everything.

“look, he’s just… stressed about the gold, okay he— he—”

“i don’t like him, john b.” your lip wobbles, petty and upset from his slander. he sighs, displeased.

“i know, okay. i don’t blame you. but… this is my dad, pup. i can’t please everyone. i just need you to be patient.”

“i have been patient.” he sob, and he pulls you into his chest, shocked because he’s never seen you this upset. “i have—”

“i know, hey, i know. i’m so sorry, baby. gonna figure this whole thing out and come home to you, and when i do — i’m cutting him off okay? unless he apologises, he’s not allowed to be around you anymore.” he promises sincerely and you just nod. you look so tired, tired of everything and his heart sinks.

“okay.”

when he arrives to the twinkie, climbing in the passenger seat he’s furious. so furious he can’t say a word as his father pulls the car out the makeshift drive as john b watches you through the window, curling up miserably on the couch like a sad old dog waiting for death.

“i hope you’re happy.” john b spits. his father barely reacts.

“i will be, once i got a fat golden nugget sittin’ in my palm. you’ll thank me for this one day, john b.”

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[runningfrom2am]

CONGRATULATIONS ON 1K!!! I’d love to make a request from Venus. I’d like smth basses off the song, ‘daddy issues’ - the neighbourhood, with rafe x rougtledge! Reader. Smth a lil angst 😊 hopefully this is okay! And congrats on 1K again 🫶

ahh thank you!! this one was so fun but also heartbreaking- i am very conflicted so thank you for submitting this :)

daddy issues (r.c)

pairing: rafe x routledge!reader

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"what are you thinking about?" you asked rafe, feet swinging over the edge of the dock.

"whatever you're thinking about." he replied, a slight smirk on his face as he leaned back on his palms, his ankle brushing against yours over the water.

you giggled, taking another hit from the joint pinched between your thumb and forefinger. "i doubt that."

"why?"

"you don't know what i'm thinking about, that's why." 

"then tell me, i'll probably forget anyway." rafe nudged your shoulder gently with his own.

"okay," you muse, nodding a little as you passed him the joint. "i'm thinking about my dad."

he nodded as he took it, willing you to continue.

"and my brother. he's not handling it well."

"isn't your uncle still staying with you?" 

you turned on the dock and looked back to your house. "do you see any lights on in there?" you asked rhetorically, gesturing for him to look for himself.

"where did he go?" rafe asked, furrowing his brow.

"he's working out of state, said i could handle things well enough on my own..." you sighed, chewing on your lip as your eyes suddenly welled up with tears you were fighting back. "but i haven't seen john b in days, he won't talk to me when he is home and i just-" you cut yourself off, taking a shaky breath.

"hey, hey- you're alright..." rafe was quick to reassure you, extinguishing the joint before reaching up to wipe a tear from your cheek with his thumb. "have i ever told you you're so pretty when you cry?"

you laughed a little at this, quickly wiping your face as well. "no, but that's creepy." you giggled, moving to lean your head on his shoulder anyway.

"you know, if you were my little girl," rafe said then, resting his head against yours as you looked out over the water. "i wouldn't have left you behind. i would run away and hide with you, or whatever your dad is up to now, i guess, but it would still be us."

"thanks." you sniffled, wiping your face on the bunched-up sleeve of your sweater. "but you're really not doing much to beat the creep allegations."

rafe laughed, squeezing your side. "you know i'm not. better than anyone."

“matching daddy issues.” you sing, laughing as he kissed your temple.

“that’s why we get each other.”

"no, no! don't touch me!" you shouted, shoving your boyfriend away as he tried to grab your arms. "did you know?"

"know? know what? what's going on?" rafe asked, brow furrowed. you look him over, he seems genuinely confused. but that can't be true.

"that ward killed my dad! did you know?" you clarify, and he straightened up, shaking his head.

"no... no, no... my dad didn't kill anyone." he insisted.

you scoffed, shaking your head with eyes red as tears fell down your cheeks. "john b told me everything. he told me- he told me ward tried to kill him out in the middle of nowhere, the same way he killed our dad. over what, some stupid gold that you would only spend on buying what? another vacation home?"

"my dad wouldn't do that, baby, john b must be lashing out, like you said he-"

"no!" you cut him off with a shout. "no. you don't know him like i do. don't act like you do."

rafe stood frozen, staring at you with worry as your chest heaved with anger. "y/n, i don't want to fight with you, lets just go talk to john b and we'll clear this up."

it surprised him when you laughed, full of bitterness as you shook your head. "no! no. you clearly aren't listening. goodbye, rafe. tell ward to lock the doors tonight." you say, storming off. you made it to your car before your anger turned to shaking sobs, and you left quickly to go resume your journey of trying to track down your little brother again after what happened.

rafe didn't cry that night, but that pain was nothing compared to the tears he's shed tonight. he never got the chance to make it right before you took the boat with john b and his sister out into the storm. he's sure you were driving it, and he's sure you made them both put on lifejackets. you wouldn't have let them go alone, and now, he lost both you and his sister in one night. he's lost everything.

"rafe. get it together." ward says, grabbing him by the shoulder. "be a man. we've got stuff to deal with tomorrow." at that, he releases his grip on his son and pats him, pacing up the stairs toward his office.

rafe rubs his red-rimmed eyes, biting his nails as he stares into the darkness surrounding him in the foyer. alone, with his daddy issues and what is left of yours now that you are gone.

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“Unless you open up and share your feelings, no one can understand what you’re going through.”

— Kim Taehyung

[mad3lyncline]

𝑹𝑼𝑫𝒀 𝑷𝑨𝑵𝑲𝑶𝑾 & 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑺𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑲𝑬𝑺 . JJ's Deep Sea Charters Commercial ( x ) .

[kaitlinamberxo]

“You love being seen with me, but you don't love me.”

kaitlin's 100 favorite female muses — 22/100: Sarah Cameron

[infernalodie]

Hey! Could you write a sarah cameron x black male reader where the reader catches her with john b?

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐎𝐟 𝐈𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐥 || 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐡 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

"𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭"

Inspo: Sam Smith - The Thrill Of It All

Pairing: Sarah Cameron x Black!Male!reader

Summary: You were clouded in the thrill of it all to see the truth...

Warnings: Angst and violence

Words: 1336

“What the fuck?”

There was a pause in time. It was long enough that your heart seized to supply the pump of blood through your body. It ran cold and froze over with your heart deteriorating. Rotting down and quickly leaving you a trembling and emotionless husk.

Because stepping into your bedroom, expecting to find Sarah waiting for you as she’d promised. You found John B naked, Sarah on top of him and their eyes focused on you. It seemed they were experiencing the imaginative chills as well, judging by Sarah letting out incomplete words as she scrambled to get off John B. The other grabbed his boxers and slipped them on with Sarah finding something to cover her body.

If the world could swallow you whole, now would be the time. Because if it didn’t, if nothing was holding you back in a few seconds, you were going to bring hell out from under and kill John B.

“What the fuck?” You repeated, blinking rapidly as you looked between the two. “W-What the fuck? You’ve been fucking-” Your nose twitched, raising your hand and pointing at John B. “You’ve been fucking HIM?”

It was a foreign question on your tongue and to be uttered from your lips. Because not once in a million years did you ever believe you would have to ask. Neither did you ever expect to witness Sarah cheat. But now, going back on all the times Topper tried to warn you, you felt stupid for never paying closer attention.

“Y/n, just, please, listen to me- Y/n!” Sarah couldn’t stop you from running across the room and tackling John B to the ground. Grabbing a handful of his hair and yanking him to his feet to send him flying into a wall, face first. “Y/n, stop!”

“You fuck my girlfriend?” You kicked the boy repeatedly in the stomach. Steel toe boots met his abdomen and chest as you cowered in a ball. “You fucking piece of worthless shit! I trusted you and this is how you repay me? Huh? You’re dead, Routledge!” Lifting the boy back to his feet, you kicked him towards the door. “I’ll give you a chance to run and get your friends. But believe me, I’m coming for you, John. Fucking believe that!”

The boy, one you once called a friend, scrambled out of your room a bloody and beaten mess. Hearing him tumbling down the stairs as you grabbed his clothes and tossed them out your window. You moved throughout the room with a flaming look in your eyes. A defining tenseness in your caramel-toned figure. Hands trembling as you grounded your teeth together, creating a painful ache in your jaw.

Which left Sarah to stand there, practically naked with only a blanket covering her chest, to watch you. And it wasn’t the most pleasing environment to be in. You moving things around, you were more aggressive and didn’t care when you tossed items across the room. Only making the girl more fearful as to what you were going to say or do.

“What the fuck are you still doing in my room, Sarah?” You mused. “Get the fuck out and go home. I’m done with you.”

“Y/n, you’ve got this all wrong-”

She tried, and she wish she hadn’t. Finding you spinning around and looking down at her with a scowl. Brows tensed as you stared at her incredulously. “I’ve got this all wrong?” You repeated. “How the fuck do I have this wrong? I found you fucking my friend! What is there to be wrong about?”

“It just happened, it’s nothing serious,” she defended. “I promise you that I didn’t want this to happen.”

You scoffed, brushing past her and picking up her clothes. “You keep telling yourself that Sarah,” you muttered. “If you didn’t want this to happen, then you wouldn’t have had sex in my bed.”

Sarah couldn’t find the right words to reply with, because you were right. She felt no shame in admitting it or stepping down because it was the truth.

“What do you want me to do?” Sarah asked, walking towards you. “Baby-” When her hand touched your bicep, you recoiled. Face hardened in a closed-off wall of stone-cold emotion that wouldn’t break until she finally left. When you would finally end things. “Do you want a promise? Do you want the truth? What do you want and I’ll give it to you.”

The sound of the plea on her lips was pitiful and shameful to hear. How she could still try and fight for you two after doing what she did? How could she have done unspeakable acts in your bed and acted like it wasn’t anything? If she wanted to hurt you, she should’ve just broken up with you with no words except a text and blocked you. Maybe then, you would’ve handled it better, but you were feeling all types of emotions and couldn’t figure out what platform of state to stand on. Should you be angry? Should you be frustrated? Should be sad?

But perhaps the stagger in your emotions wasn’t bad because it was only yesterday that you were spent smiling and laughing with the girl of your dreams. You were happy and she was as well, or at least that’s what you thought. Because you were there, laying with her on the beach in the cool night. Staring up at the stars with joints resting between your lips. Feeling her scalding hot touch on your skin, bringing an overwhelming amount of tranquillity to a part of you that was too sensitive to the touch.

Because she had managed to break through the cold snowstorm that surrounded your heart. Handling it with so much care and love. Providing warmth to something that trembled from the cold that had it had been inflicted on it. Giving you an astounding feeling of trust and belief that whatever brought her to you, whatever made her feel the need to give you a touch of her time was purposeful. Like, a god-given sign or gift from a higher power. And even now, you still believe that she was gifted to you for something that was beyond your knowledge. But you wonder if it had been worth keeping her near if this was what you would receive.

“It’s not that I found you cheating that breaks my heart,” you said, jaw jutting out from side to side as your nostrils flared. Waving your hand to your side with a shake of your head as you said, “It’s the fact that you’ve likely been doing it for a lot longer than I know. And I don’t want to know.”

Licking her lips, Sarah shook her head. Hands falling to your face and making you focus on her reddened cheeks that hid the tears that slid down. “Y/n, I promise you nothing has happened before,” she whispered. “I love you and only you.”

Pursing your lips with a clenched jaw, eyebrows tensing together as you swallowed the lump in your throat. “But that’s not true, is it?” You inquired quietly, watching Sarah sniffle as she parted her lips to speak. But you beat her to punch. “So, instead of giving you a chance to break my heart again, for once in my fucking life, I’m choosing me!” You spat, moving her hands from your face furiously. Tapping your chest, you said, “Me. And I don’t want you in my life anymore.”

Tossing her clothes on your bed, you walked to the door. Stopping a step short and pressing your tongue to the inside of your cheek and sniffled. Rubbing your nose with the back of your hand and turned to Sarah. Tears ran down her cheeks as you grasped the handle of the door and shook your head. “Get your clothes on, your clothes in my closet, your phone, perfume- all of it, and get the fuck out of my house before I call the police.”

[obxone]

Marmoris (Chapter Two)

Edited-ish. ~1.7k words.

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The point of breaking is drawing closer and closer for you as Kiara grumbles about your pace at clearing out checks. You stare at the back of her head when she pushes through the door carrying several bowls of shrimp and grits to waiting customers. 

“Ignore her,” Pope says from across the bar. Your gaze flickers over to him, and he shrugs. “She has a vendetta against your family.”

“I’m gathering,” you mutter, swiping your customer's card and finishing the transaction. “Not sure why, though. We used to be best friends.”

Pope gnaws on his bottom lip, unable to answer your unspoken question. You shrug, snapping the black check presenter closed before making your way around the bar. The other two presenters are tucked under your arm. 

You liked Pope, he is kind and warm even if you are a kook. He does not throw it in your face quite like his friends. The strain between the kooks and the pogues had always been there, but in the past year it seemed to have reached a tipping point with Kiara joining the pogues and leaving Sarah and you both behind.

“It’s fine, it will all come to a head soon enough,” you mutter, and Pope quirks an eyebrow. He knew Kiara could have a temper, but your words make him realize you could too. 

“That’ll be fun,” he muses, and you crack a smile. 

“Don’t smile at him,” Kiara snips on her way past, her dark brown eyes glaring into yours. “He’s not your friend.”

“Whoa Kie.” Pope starts to try to ease the tension. 

You glare back at her over your shoulder. “Surprised he is yours, considering how much of a bitch you are being lately.”

“What was that?” She asks, turning to face you. Her voice rises in anger, arms crossed over her chest. 

“What is going on here?” Anna, Kiara’s mom, steps forward. Her eyebrows raised. 

“Nothing, Mrs. Carrera,” you say quickly and go to drop off the cards back to your customers. You return to see Kie backed up against the wall with her mom in front of her. Her hands are firmly on her hips as she glares at her daughter. 

“You need to be nice to her. We need help this summer. She is the best option for us. You were friends once, Baby. What happened?"

“Were,” Kie mutters. “Until I didn’t fit into the princess lifestyle anymore.”

“Is that what you think happened?” You ask arms crossed over your waist tightly. “Really, Kie? We were best friends.”

Anna frowns, stepping back to give Kiara room. “Not now, girls. We have customers to take care of.”

“Yes ma’am,” you nod and turn away from Kiara.

The tension is so thick you almost feel like it will choke you at any moment. Pope shifts on his stool, frowning at you. An apology reflected in his gaze. You shrug and continue with your tables. A gracious, sweet smile on your face as you cater to everyone’s needs. 

Once the restaurant is closed and every thing is broken down and cleaned for the next day, you emerge to see Kiara, John B, and Pope talking at a table. John B looks up as you shoulder your tote. 

“What is she doing here?” His attention snaps to the other two. 

“She works here now.”

He nods before turning back to you. “Daddy’s money not enough, Princess?”

You smirk, licking your lip. “That comment would sting a lot more if I cared what you think, Routledge.”

He laughs, shaking his head. “Always the kook.”

“You started it,” you mutter, pulling your hair loose as Pope shoves John B’s shoulder. A warning look is on his face. 

“Why do you care, Pope?” Kiara snaps, and he frowns at her. His expression shifts to be sullen. 

“Because he is a kind person,” you quip and step out from behind the bar. “And he actually wants to talk instead of just acting like a bitch and not explaining why.”

Kiara lifts an eyebrow at your sharp words. “So, I’m a bitch?”

“No, but you are acting like one.” You fold your arms around your waist. “We were best friends, Kie. We told each other everything. You were there! And then you just turned your back on me, on us.”

She nods, lips rolling together in a tight line. “Of course, that is what you think happened?”

“Isn’t it?!” You raise your voice, heat flaming up your cheeks. “You were there when I buried the guy I love! You held my hand and let me cry myself to sleep how many times?”

Kasey’s face flashes through your mind. His screams for you as the dark, unforgiving water swallowed you whole echo in your head. You squeeze your eyes shut tightly, pushing away the remnants of your past. The ache that crept in at night, flares up and you press your fingers to your chest, rubbing the area in hopes to extinguish the pain buried underneath the surface.

“Doesn’t matter.”

Your eyes snap open, and you glare at her again. “Point proven, acting like a bitch.” You turn on your heel to leave, and the chair scraps as she stands quickly. 

“Why’d you do it?”

“Do what?” You turn, glaring at her. “What could I have possibly done to you?”

“You let me be boxed out. You pushed me away, and you let the rumors go.”

Your jaw drops, and she frowns, hands balling into tight fists. 

“I let them box you out?” You ask, and she gives a sharp jerk of her chin in response. “I pushed you away?!” You take a step closer. Both boys are staring at the table, the awkward tension filling the space. "I was grieving the loss of someone I love! I almost died, Kiara! Do you think I wanted to box you out? Do you think I wanted to be the pitiful, forever damaged princess locked in the tower?!”

She still glares at you, but you do not miss the way the corner of her eyes softens as tears pool in yours. Her dark eyes flicker to your temple, but your hair hides the damage.

“I lost more than just Kasey that day! I lost my freedom and my will to keep living. I don’t know what happened between you and Sarah, but I never pushed you away!”

She looks away as a tear rolls down your cheek. You reach up and wipe it away. 

“You were my best friend until you left me to rot in my cage.” You whisper, hand gripping the strap of your tote tightly. “You weren’t the only one to feel shut out. You never were.”

You leave without another glance, letting the door slam shut behind you as you head for your SUV. The hot North Carolina sun beams through the trees as the sky begins to deepen in hues to welcome the night. 

The day is going on longer than you have prepared yourself for. Your calves ache as you hustle to deliver the steaming plates of food to the waiting table on the deck before it can burn your arms and hands. 

“Here,” Kiara shuffles forward and gently takes the two on your forearm. “Why didn’t you use a tray?”

“None left, it’s a full house today,” you offer as you both deliver the food with bright smiles. The customers grin happily at the appetizing dishes. “Enjoy.”

You step away and head back inside. Kiara leading the way. 

“Can we talk?” She asks once you are behind the bar together.

Did she want to talk, or would it be another argument that could lead to you being potentially fired? The Carrera's would choose their daughter, and you were not exactly hard up for money, so you were the easier loss to take if they had to make a choice. You study her for a moment. 

“Fine.”

“We are taking fifteen!” She calls to her parents. You meet Mr. Carrera’s gaze to see if it is okay. 

“Go ahead.”

You remove your apron, take a quick sip of the ice water you have been drinking from all day, and follow Kiara outside to the parking lot. She sits on the curb, and you sit beside her.

The silence stretches out for a moment. Both of you tense and unmoving as the sounds of an OBX summer fill the space around you.

“About yesterday,” she mutters, picking up a decent sized gravel rock. 

“Forget it.”

She shakes her head, chunking the rock away. “No. You did not deserve my attitude.” You arch an eyebrow, surprise flooding you at her words. She shrugs. “We were best friends, and I let you down. You were grieving, and I took my hurt out on you.”

“Hurt?”

She frowns, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth for a moment. “Your sixteenth birthday party.” When you do not respond, she sighs. “You didn’t invite me.”

Realization dawns, and you frown, looking away as the disappointment sets in. “Kie…” You want to hug her as she lets the mask slip and shows how the amount of hurt the lack of invitation caused her. “I am so sorry. Sarah and Top planned it. I did not even know until the night of the party. Ward and Rose had me on lockdown after the accident. Ward went crazy, and Rose did not argue with him.”

She nods. “I know. I heard a few things.”

You frown, picking up a stray stick and jamming it against a crack in the concrete. “Rafe is the only reason I came to that party. He promised Ward that he would keep me safe and at home.” You look up again to meet her gaze. “I would have invited you had I known. But the party was ruined pretty early into the night anyways. The cops came and broke up the party. Ward was furious for days after.”

“I know,” she offers again, leaning back on her palms. “I was blamed for it.”

“I heard about that.”

“Sarah and you did not stop the rumor and that hurt.”

“I know.”

She stares at the tops of her shoes. “Why not?”

“Sarah said it was you, and I believed her.” You shrug. “I should have asked and made sure. You were our friend, and she should have known better.”

She nods, clearing her throat. “I did call them.”

“Kiara!” You gasp, head snapping so you are looking at her. Your eyes are wide as you take in her smirk. 

She shrugs. “You should have invited me.”

“So you called the cops?!” 

She laughs, and you playfully shove her. 

“You aren’t supposed to laugh!”

She laughs harder, and you lean into her side, laughter bubbling up from your lips. She sighs, arm circling around you in a tight squeeze. 

“Friends?”

“Friends,” you agree. “We should get back before your parents try to murder us.”

“Yeah,” she gets to her feet and reaches to pull you up. You walk back inside. Bright smiles on your faces, and her parents seem relieved that the friendship has become patched up. 

(Chapter Three)

[wavesoffate]

OBX Muse Starter Call. Mutuals preferred. Length will vary. Specify or get nothing cause decision fatigue. Muses and explanations for OCs and crossovers muses under the cut.

Sarah Cameron

Kiara Carrera

Serena Cameron ( OC Twin to Sarah, disappeared as a kid, is finding her way back to OBX now)

Lucy Maybank ( OC half-sister of JJ Maybank, almost as much of a loose cannon)

Jessie Routledge ( OC half-sister of John B, raised by Big John in the Bahamas )

Noa Olivar ( Crossover from PLL: Original Sin, comes to Kildare to escape the reminders of A and all she’s lost, sets up a surf shop near the Cut)

[inbeautifulruins]

The cross-over masterlist

Because the idea of writing some of my canons in other universes is always strong, I thought I'd write up who crosses over into what. I am currently working on a thing to write up the verses for said muses, but for now here is a list breakdown.

Outer Banks Danny Williams, originally Hawaii 5 0. Grace Williams, originally Hawaii 5 0 . Anastasia Tremaine , originally OUAT:IW Henry Mills, originally OUAT E.J Caswell, originally HSMTMTS Gina Porter, originally HSMTMTS Ricky Bowen, originally HSMTMTS Conrad Fisher, originally TSITP Isabel "Belly" Conklin, originally TSITP Jeremiah Fisher , originally TSITP

TSITP JJ Maybank, originally OBX John B Routledge, originally OBX Kiara Carrera, originally OBX Sarah Cameron, originally OBX Topper Thornton, originally OBX E.J Caswell, originally HSMTMTS Gina Porter, originally HSMTMTS Ricky Bowen, originally HSMTMTS

TVD:U Anastasia Tremaine, originally OUAT:IW Sam Winchester, originally Supernatural Suren, originally Being Human US

Supernatural Anastasia Tremaine, originally OUAT:IW Rose Marie , originally TVD Jenna Sommers, originally TVD Danny Williams, originally Hawaii 5 0 ( He hates me for this ... )

if more come up or are thought of I'll add 'em, but this is it for now.

[guiltye]

frantically, john b is running on pure adrenaline, evidence by the sweat that beads at his temples, his blown wide pupils, and the way his chest seemingly is unable to find a steady pace as it hitches in deep heaves. instantly, john b with a panic moves to the nearby window, fingers pressing aside the curtains to glance to the dark abyss that waits outside of the harvelle roadhouse, almost expectant for someone to emerge from the shadows and into the warm toned street lamp that flickers more than it actually stays on. "forget the pogues," john b snaps, and a brief wince flashes across his features when he does so, because he doesn't mean it in the sense that it probably bit his throat. "this is bigger than that. do you know about my father?"

@guiltye asked: "i didn't know who else to turn to." from john b.

"and your first choice was me?" wallace asked, shock flooding into his tone while he stared at the boy from the outer banks. he hadn't really thought he'd ever see the other boy after the hunt he'd helped out on close to the banks. honestly, wallace tried to shake off the time he'd spent with john b while he was there. he didn't have time to let himself let anyone else in. not like this at least. not in the way he wanted to. he wiped his clammy hands on his shirt and sighed. "is something going on down there? the pogues are in trouble?"

[lcstinfantasy]

muse: john b routledge

“ i thought i might find you out here… this must be your favorite spot, huh?"