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月 (K.Carrera x Fem!Masc!Reader)
Notes: 月 is the symbol for Tsuki, which means Moon or The Moon, in Japanese!
Word Count: 866
Kiara Carrera. The most beautiful girl you've laid your eyes on since she walked by. You liked her so much you decided to introduce yourself to her.
And you prayed that you wouldn't stutter or make a fool out of yourself because look at those eyes. Those beautiful big brown eyes. Her smile, the way it's always so genuine and kind. Her laugh...oh my god her laugh. It's enough to make your knees buckle under you.
It's been a couple of years since then, the friendship is still the same but the feelings you feel are much stronger and they won't go away. You know you love her, you know you're in love with her but what you don't know, is if she feels the same way at all.
You don't want to ask her out, confess your deepest feelings for her just for them to not be reciprocated and end up potentially ruining what you have now. But you also have that feeling that you should take that chance. That there's a chance she'll feel the same.
It's Saturday night and you're with the pouges. You're all watching a movie that Pope chose and honestly, it's not that bad. You sat on the couch, manspreading, with one arm resting on the back of the couch and one on the armrest.
Kie sat next to you, close but not as close as you want her. She sat with her legs to her chest and watched the movie, or you thought she was watching the movie.
You kept your eyes on the screen, she kept her eyes on you. She gazed at how you sat, wanting to climb in your lap and lay with you. She wanted to be close to you, to breathe you in and be part of you.
She wanted you to be hers, but she doesn't know how to make that work. How to ask one of her best friends to be hers and only hers and not ruin anything. That fear, the same fear you're feeling consumed her as well.
There's not much for either of you to do besides take the chance but who wants to take a chance at possibly ruining a once in a lifetime friendship that not everyone has?
Kie changed her sitting, she let her legs rest on the couch, her thighs touching yours. The feeling of her leg touching yours gave you butterflies, and you just felt like a little kid. Blushing at the smallest touch and getting happy at that small contact.
You excused yourself from the room and walked outside. Taking deep breaths and telling yourself to keep calm. That just because her leg touched yours doesn't mean she wants you and it could just be an accident. She's just so comfortable around you that she can relax and it's nothing.
You rubbed your face in your hands and huffed when you heard the door open and shut.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, Kie.."
You sat on the steps and kept your face hidden from her. You were blushing like crazy and your heart was racing. You hoped she couldn't hear it beating against your chest.
She stayed silent and sat next to you, looking ahead.
"Can I ask you something?" She asked, fidgeting with her fingers. "Yeah, what's up?"
She took a deep breath and kept her eyes straight ahead. From her peripheral she watched you lit your head and keep your gaze on the ground. She opened her mouth and closed it, having a hard time getting her words out.
Kie looked up at the moon and let out a shaky breath. There's two things you can answer with this, and she's hoping it's an answer she wants to hear.
"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" she asked, looking at you, nervously waiting for your response.
Either you'll know what she's trying to say, or you have no clue and she'll have to tell you how she feels without riddles.
You let out a relieved breath and smiled. Looking at her, your smile grew. "I can die happy."
"You feel the same," she chuckled, relieved that you do. "I'm surprised that you feel the same. Didn't think you'd like me back, at all."
"Why wouldn't I? You're the nicest person I know, and it was either you or one of the guys."
"I can't relate, it was either you or..you,"
"So, you love me?" she asked, scooting closer to you and locking her hand with yours. "Very much, Kie. Can't imagine my life without you in it."
She pouted with a smile, "Awe," she cooed, cupping the side of your face with her free hand and pulling you in for a kiss. When you slowly pulled away you rested your forehead on hers. "I waited so long for that."
"I did too. About time you guys got together."
You guys turned around and saw JJ standing in the doorway. "Come on, Pope paused the movie when you guys left and he's getting impatient." he said, walking back inside.
You guys stood up and walked back in the house, hand in hand and very happy for the start of something new.
DONT DO THIS TO ME IM NOT OKAY
pairings: kiara x fem!reader, jj x fem!reader
warnings: angst, unrequited love, shame around sexuality, MORE ANGGSST, sad kie:(, sad lesbian feels
SUMMARY, kie loves you.. but you’re not hers.
Kiara knows what it’s like to be loved by you.
She knows the warmth of your tights hugs, she knows the delightful scent of your perfume that, without fail, sends butterflies dancing with their hands tie into her stomach. She knows the late night conversations about anything and everything, she knows that concern you have from the people you love — all doe eyed and concerned with a pretty pout. She knows the compliments you give, the ones which make her feel weak in the knees. She knows the joyous, infectious tune of your laughter that she replays in her head when she’s sad. She knows it — knows you.
Kiara Carrera knows what being loved by you feels like.
But it’s not the type of love she wants to know.
Sometimes… sometimes, when she’s not in her right mind, she’ll watch you and JJ.. how you are with each other. She watches the way he pulls you into his lap constantly as though he always needs to be touching you (she doesn’t blame him), his arm wind around your waist and you look as happy as ever in his lap. She watches the soft kisses you each press to each others forehead. Watches the childlike giggling the can only be described as that of two teenagers hopelessly enamoured with one another.
The rest of the Pogues tease them all the time, jokingly disgusted with the PDA but they’ll turn their heads with smiles at the end of the day, knowing their friends are happy and in love.
Kie doesn’t feel that way.
It’s horrible of her — she knows, god, does she know. She’s had this argument with her stupid fucking brain so many times as she lay awake in the dead of night. You’re both her best friends, she needs to be happy for you. She should be. She is, even!
(She’s not)
Her heart cracks every time she watches the way you fall back into the embrace of the boy you love while she’s left pining for you. She mentally screams at the way you press kisses all over his faces and then finish at his lips while he’s looking up at you like you hung for fucking moon and sun. The smile that you wear upon even just glancing at him is enough to tear apart her broken and tattered heart — you never glance at her like that. You will never.
Kiara knows what it is to be loved by you: the both of you have been best friends since kindergarten.
She knows the sweetness to your soothing words that slow her rapidly pacing heart. She knows what you look like when you first wake up… she knows how you like your coffee, your favourite colour, your favourite flower! She knows the gentle or joking terms of endearment the leave you pretty, plush lips. She knows you at your worst and at your best and she loves it all. She loves all of you.
Sometimes… when she’s alone, not surrounded by the distracting tune of your laughter, she lets her mind trick her into thoughts of how JJ wasn’t good for you and she’d be better — she knows you better, loves you more.
Expect, when reality sets in, she knows she’s wrong. JJ is good for you. He knows you, he loves you. Worships you, really. Kiara knows the he knows all the things she does about you: your favourite song, your favourite drink, your favourite show. And, oh my god, she knows through and through just how well he treats you — if it’s not already fucking obvious from the way you are with each other — she has to heart it all the time, from the both of you.
JJ’s words alone she could’ve handled. She could listen to him dazedly ramble about how you good you looked in your bikini, how you made his heart flutter, how you smelt so good, whatever. She could listen to him, a small swirl of jealousy in her stomach but she was mostly dazed too — the both of them settling for dreamily gazing over at you, she could deal with that because she was thinking the same, she just couldn’t voice it.
But you… your words, she didn’t know how much longer she’d be able to handle them. The way you mumbled sentences weaved with nothing but pure love and adoration, the sweet echo of your voice pitched with admiration. It was normal though, you were best friends, of course you were telling her all of this. At sleepovers, when you both sat down in her bed and somehow he’d get brought up and you wasted no time gushing over him and telling Kiara about your moments together, all giddy and grinning with blushed skin.
She wanted to sob.
She wanted the ground to sallow her whole and spit her back into a world where you loved her how she loved you.
Kie doesn’t really remember the moment she knew that she loved you with everything she had in her.
She only remembers snippets of earlier memories from her childhood and (shock) most of them regard you. She remembers painting you silly little paintings of turtles or your favourite flower and singing off with a heart before giving it you the next day. She recalls all of the friendship jewellery, some of it long gone but the other half she still wears. She remembers going into the beach to help the baby turtles survive. She remembers the both of you going around picking up plastic and litter in general. She remembers the dressing up parties you had, both clad in outrageous princess dresses.
Later into her childhood, she remembers more. Her thoughts — feelings. Kiara thinks about the stories her parents used to read to her, the fairytales of a beautiful prince and her knight in shining armour, living happily ever after. She remembers thinking… princess and prince? Was it never a princess and princess? Could it ever be? From the stories she was read, it never ended up in such a way.
But she didn’t get it. As far as she was aware, you and her were both princesses. And… you were the only person she’d ever want to live out her happily ever after with.
(She never told anyone: scared of what they’d say as she defied normalcy)
Even as she grew older, into her adolescence, those feelings never went anywhere. She watched as you found your own princes (boys who didn’t deserve you, in her humble opinion). Her heart sometimes stopped at the thought of her happily ever after finding her own happily ever after… her own prince.
(What was wrong with her?)
The question plagued her constantly; she wished she’d never introduced you to the Pogues, she wished it was just you two still, she wished you’d look at her the same, she wished she could treat you… touch you like JJ does, she wished she could love you openly and unapologetically.
Sometimes… when she sat with her hand to her mouth to muffle her sobbing, laying alone in her cold room, she wished JJ could just disappear. That made her sob even louder, she loved him, he was her friend… but you, you were so much more to her.
You were her princess.
And…and JJ was your prince. You didn’t want a princess.
Kiara, in the past, wouldn’t call herself deluded by any means but now she was beginning to question it. She got trapped in her fantasies, in fabricated lies to ease the pain of her heart.
She liked to pretend now.
She liked to pretend that you did in fact feel the same about her. When the two of you lay snuggled up together, her heart banging erratically in her ears while you lay calm as ever.. she liked to imagine that you were equally as nervous, the you felt the spark against your bare skin in the way she did. She liked to pretend that when you looked at, your eyes were big and bright and full of romantic love — the expression you wore around JJ.
She liked to pretend that as you both lay on your side, hushed soft whispers of late night conversations slipping between you, eyes solely on one another… that you didn’t see her as a friend. She liked to pretend that as you glanced at her lips, to see what she was saying through the quiet of her voice, it was all because you felt the same. She liked to pretend that the sweet giggles and irresistible scent of you would become an every night thing — the princess and the princess finding solace in each other.
But, your solace was within your prince. Her friend. Someone she’d introduced you to.
Kiara Carrera knew unrequited love all too well and yes, the rumours are true, it is a bitch. A stone cold one.
this is so hot. i need to know more about them 👀
kiara carrera x kitten!reader…
toxic. just toxic. they're not frenemies. this isn't enemies to lovers. just enemies that hatefuck. kitten calls her a cunt, kie calls her a bitch. next thing you know kitten has kie pinned against the wall with her hand down her shorts. there's never a moment of peace— kitten breathes and here comes kiara with a smart ass remark. they truly are the drama. the boys try to get them to get along even going as far leaving them stranded on a boat together. it worked for sarah and kie, it should work again, right? wrong. if anything theres even MORE animosity between them. they spent the entire time fighting, verbally and physically, before it led to them fucking all over the deck. they'll slap and bite each other even during sex. they do not know how to be nice to each other. kitten likes putting kie in her place and calling her out on her bs which fuels to kies hatred. kiara just likes to piss kitten off, she finds it funny how easy it easy to rile her up and it always ends the same way. with kiara bent over and kittens hand around her throat.
Anthousai nymph reader
She is a kook who always has a flower of some kind whether she's holding it or putting it in her hair. Is a serious plant hoarder, sees them as her babies, her room was to full so she begged her parents for a greenhouse. Always in her own little world, and even though she's trying not to be rude she ends up ignoring those around her. A very sleepy person if the sun is shining on her she'll fall asleep immediately. Only goes to the country club because they have great lighting otherwise she rather be anywhere else. When she's actually engaging in the conversation she'll seem like she's falling asleep and will somehow steer the convo to plants no matter what the conversation was.
I wanted to make different types of readers based of nymphs. Lmk what yall think! 😊
Dryad nymph reader
If she's not resting on a tree drawing in her notebook, she's trying to sneak onto a boat to go to the mainland to go to the farmers market or to see if her favorite store has new art supplies. Her biggest inspiration comes from nature so she'll end up walking in the forest to gather inspiration. Though she doesn't just go there without protection, a weapon is always on her. Doesn't really believe in all the spiritual things, just has a crystal collection that she thinks is pretty (though she's all about the aura that people have). Can't keep a plant alive to save her life all the plants she has are fake. She doesn't even know how she kills it, though it might have something to do with her pouring her paint water into the dirt... She'll say the rudest thing you'll ever hear if you tell her something or ask advice about something she thinks is stupid. Half the time she's being sarcastic, but the other half she's hurting your feelings. You interrupted her paint session just to ask if she wants to go to the country club or to the boneyard? Yea you're hearing words as colorful as her paint no matter who you are. But if she see you change your expression or posture she'll become inspired and make you stay like that for the next 30 minutes to an hour.
"Do I really have to stay like this?"
"Yes, move an inch and I'll stab you with this paint brush."
Lampad reader
Two words S H E R I F F S D A U G H T E R, she may not look it but she is the daughter of sheriff Peterkin. She lived with her father since she was 7, but since he got remarried she ends up back in OBX with her mother. She's always stands out because of the way she dresses; piercings, tattoos, and dark clothes all make her the outcast of OBX. Not really a kook but not a pogue either. She's a sweet girl but has no one really associate with her since she's "different." Her mom isn't really there so she feels alone, it's only her and her guitar to keep her company. Writing sad songs about her loneliness that no one would ever hear. That is until she meets a kook who "sees" the real her how great of a guy he was to see her. She became friends with his sisters and hang out with his friends, she even started to drink and smoke! It was great until her mother started to tell her to stay away from him! The disapproving words from her mom telling her that the love of her life was no good for her. She loved her mother but she couldn't be more wrong, Rafe and his family were good people she didn't know what she was talking about! Right?
"Mom I LOVE him! He's a great guy I don't understand why you treat him like this!"
"(Y/n) can't you see what he's doing to you?! You need to stay away from him, UNDERSTAND?!"
Haliae nymph reader
Living her youth with no regrets is Haliae readers motto. She can't and won't let life pass her by, she'll do everything she wants no matter what others say. She can't go jet skiing? A kook's at the police station reporting their stolen jet ski. She's not old enough to drink? Her ID now says she's about to turn 30 in August. She doesn't have the money to buy the best clothes? Well tell Barry to keep an eye out cause some sticky fingers bout to touch his stash. She wants the thrill and doesn't care about the consequences, that what her sisters for. The ocean is practically her second home; surfing, swimming, or just floating and letting the waves take her further out. When she doesn't have plans with others you'll find her there. She's no follower and most definitely not a leader, her safety isn't a part of her concern. Will be the first to run in and if she gets hurt, well that's life, and she will encourage others to do the same. When that happens you know it's a bad idea.
"You can't seriously be thinking that stealing from the police is a good idea JJ?!"
"He's got this! It's perfect as long as he keeps his head down he'll miss the camera's!"
"YOU'VE DONE THIS BEFORE!?"
Naiad nymph reader
Older sister to Haliae reader, the more responsible of the two, though her sister would call her a pussy. Doesn't like how her sister is getting into messy and tries to stop her leading to constant fights. She doesn't see the fun in the risk her sister takes, some lofi music and a good book is where it's at for her. But sometimes her sister is able to convince her, after issuing an apology, to go out a do something spontaneous. It usually leads to Naiad to get Haliae out of trouble or babysitting her after she gets too drunk. Will never get too deep in water because of her inability to swim, she's too scare of drowning and what's below. She's an overthinker and isn't able to get out of her head once she's in. She will believe her assumptions without reading all the facts. Being the only "adult" in the house she had to think quickly, but she's still a teenager. Won't voice her thoughts or wants so a lot of misunderstandings happen because of this. But those things aren't needed when you have people to take care of.
Aurai nymph reader
Ok sooooo decided to make another nymph reader, instead of finishing the fics for Haliae and Naiad and Dryad that's sitting in my drafts. Might be the last for now unless I decide to procrastinate, but hope yall like her!✌️
Like the breeze that changes direction no matter what, Aurai will do whatever she wants. She has no care for her surroundings or what others think. Like the wild winds she has a wild style filled with colors, fluffs, frills, fruits, patterns and layers. Is she a kook? A pogue? Not many people know since she's able to buy expensive things, but you'll find her in the cut or at the trailer park. Her parents? No one has seen them, not many people can even remember what they look like. People often stare at her, but she's in her own world her own fixation in sight. What was the fixation? Depends on the day no one knows until the end of of the day, sometimes she doesn't even know! Some would call her an airhead, bimbo, a dumb bitch. Maybe she is, but doesn't matter to her since she's having fun everyday. Can't really put two and two together not because shes stupid it just takes her a bit longer to figure it out. Loves to be cutesy but she ain't gonna act like a child. Well unless her sugar daddy pays her extra for it...