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poguesofthebau · 4 years ago

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hiii i don't know if you're still doing obx ships but i was wondering if i could have one please? i'm a bisexual 5'5 short ass girl, i have dirty blonde curly hair that reaches just past my shoulders, blue eyes and lightly tanned skin. i'm super outgoing and love to make people laugh and am usually the life of the party person. I'm definitely the mum friend and love taking care of people. It takes me awhile to fully open up to people due to trust issues but am a full sweetheart underneath. x

i ship you with kie!! (honorary mention: you and jb would be known for being the two friendliest people in the obx. everybody seemed to know you both, and it was very common for the two of you to get caught in conversations together at parties with people that you barely knew. the two of you would become friends with anyone and everyone decent, and kie couldn’t help but laugh and shake her head when she saw the two of you chatting it up across the Boneyard with some tourons she’d never seen in her life.)

i can totally see you and kie trying to spend a day together but it continuously being interrupted by the most innocent things. you’d go out to breakfast first thing in the morning, hitting up a local little diner that everyone in the obx knew and loved. that breakfast would be the only part of your day that wasn’t disrupted. after breakfast you’d head to the beach with intentions of laying out in the sun and relaxing, maybe messing around in the water for a while, but those plans would fall short when you ran into pope and jj as soon as your feet hit the sand. “well looky who we found here, pope!” jj would call out loudly, causing you to snort and kie to roll her eyes with a groan. pope, on the other hand, was wearing a smile just as bright as jj’s, and you could tell that they were planning on giving you as hard of a time as they possibly could. “can you guys please just fuck off?” kie would offer desperately, pulling another laugh out of you. “now, kie. shouldn’t you be excited to see us? what are the odds you two would run into us, your two best friends, here? of all places!” the boys would be following you down the beach now, you by kie’s side as she scoped the sand for a good spot to stop. “actually, seeing as this is the only beach any of the four of us ever go to, the odds were pretty high. sadly.” as she spoke, kie was dropping her bags onto an empty lot of sand, you following suit beside her. “on top of that, we did tell you we’d be here today. so, the regular odds were increased by your tendency to stalk us. just a reminder,” you teased. “this is a two-person relationship, boys. why can’t you just leave us to it, before my sweet little girlfriend murders you for bothering her?” and, naturally, the boys dropped their stuff right next to yours and stayed with you for the entirety of your beach trip.

after kie got sick of jj and pope’s unwelcome company, which actually took longer than you’d expected, the two of you were off again. this time, you’d go shopping downtown. for the first twenty minutes after you parked her car and started walking around in stores, kie was clearly paranoid. she was looking over her shoulder, still slightly annoyed at the boys’ barging in on your romantic day together, and it was clearly becoming a distraction. the two of you were sifting through racks in a thrift store when she glanced at the door for the sixth time in ten minutes. “honey,” you called endearingly, moving over to her and placing a hand on either side of her frowning face. “are you waiting for someone? because i thought it was just supposed to be us today.” she’d pout then, huffing and pressing a chaste kiss on your mouth. “sorry,” she’d mumble, her forehead pressing against yours for a second before she pulled back to look at you. “honestly, i’m just waiting for john b to show up or something. jj and pope did it, it’s only a matter of time until someone else ruins the moment again.” your eyebrows would raise then, a sarcastic tone taking over your voice. “ruins? well, excuse me. i thought you were having a good day with your girlfriend who you love--” “hey, don’t guilt trip me! you know what i mean!” both of you were laughing then, and you removed your hands from her face with a smile. “i know, i’m kidding. but really, relax. you got me and i got you. no matter who else interrupts, this will still be a date, you know.” “yeah, yeah, i know.” with one last peck of the lips, you were both back to looking for clothes. a couple stores later, though, kie’s previous paranoid seemed to become a pretty accurate prediction, because john b and sarah cameron were strolling into the same store as you. “hey, guys!” sarah was calling out as soon as she spotted you a few racks away from her. “what are the odds?” kie immediately turned to you, a look of combined frustration and i told you so on her face. you laughed, turning to sarah and jb as you threw a comforting arm around kiara’s shoulder. “we’ve heard that before,” you chuckled.

thankfully, sarah and john b had no intentions of torturing kie that afternoon. once they’d heard the story of your other friends crashing your beach date, the two were quick to let you evacuate. the four of you made plans to meet up at the Chateau later in the night, and kie was dragging you back to the car soon later. “i quit,” she said dramatically as you both hopped into her car. “i quit! if the universe doesn’t want us to have a nice day out to ourselves, so be it. we will have a nice day to ourselves in this car. it’s official-- you’re my prisoner now.” you’d laugh at that, taking her hand in yours. “this is a pretty serious case of stockholm syndrome, then, because i don’t mind at all.” and, although you’d both intended on spending the day roaming the island peacefully, winding up in the backseat of kiara’s car, locked in her embrace in a vacant parking lot wasn’t the worst way things could’ve ended.

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