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goldvenuslvrs · 7 months

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ooh i'm excited to do some of these, thanks for tagging me, lovely <3

Writers on Tumblr who wants to write Hazel Callahan fanfiction 🤝 Readers on Tumblr desperate for Hazel Callahan fanfiction

Warning: This post is 18+ , NSFW

I am gonna give prompts to all the writers who are interested in Hazel Callahan x Reader :

Soft dom! Hazel Callahan

Cocky! Tease! Hazel Callahan

Protective! Hazel Callahan

Posessive! Hazel Callahan

Jealous! Hazel Callahan

Vampire! Hazel Callahan

Werewolf! Hazel Callahan

Sub! Reader

Soft goth! Reader

Slightly Emo! Reader

Protective! Threatening! Reader

Vampire! Reader

Werewolf! Reader

Scenarios:

Reader coming out to her parents and it's gone really bad and comes into Hazel's house crying.

Reader being cold, rude, aloof to Hazel, It comes to a point that calm, soft, sweet Hazel pins her to the wall furious and reader blabbers and says dumb things.

Bottoms Hogwarts AU! (Cause why not?)

Hazel is a futa or a succubus and drowning in lust x reader

I can hardly imagine Hazel having an enemy but I'm in love with enemies to lovers trope so here it goes... (Oh, maybe they're in competition with themselves.) YES! RIVALS TO LOVERS...

Reader is like "I'm not gay. " and Hazel is like "Right... " with a cheeky smile and then proves her. 😉 Then reader is like "I'm still not gay. I'm bi. "

Reader being clingy with Hazel

Reader and Hazel feeding each other with intense eye contact.

Hazel is sleep deprived and reader helps.

Hazel is drunk and more confident...

Hazel praising reader... 🙃

Reader is beaten up by someone not from fight club. Hazel and rest of the club react.

Someone hits Hazel. Reader and the club react.

School has this camping weekend and you share the same tent and go to skinny dipping in the lake.

Hazel is sick and you take care of her.

Reader's shoulders are too tense and Hazel uses her hands.

Hazel thinks you drink too much coffee.

SEVEN MINUTES IN HAZEL(HEAVEN) YA'LL 😉

Isabel throws a Halloween party. Reader dresses up as a sexy witch. Hazel is impressed.

Reader is touch starved and Hazel notices.

Having a snow fight with fight club. Hazel makes a snow bomb...?

Reader is skin picking because anxiety and Hazel notices.

Reader's favorite place in the world is Hazel's lap.

Reader uses Hazel's b**bs as pillow. 🫠🤭

Reader can't get enough her Hazel's b**bs.

Reader rubs her face on Hazel's chest and purrs like a cat. (Okay, you already know I'm weird so here it goes...)

Reader wants to suck Hazel's thumb. 😳

If someone mocks or talks behind Hazel's back they shut up immediately because of reader's death glare and threatening.

Someone flirts with the reader at the party and Hazel gets jealous and posessive.

Reader is stressed out because of school and home life and wants Hazel to baby her a little... (In a non sexual way)

Mean lesbian trope ya'll (there is smt about lesbians being mean and sassy... like plz be mean to me that's so hot. )

Pick and do your magic as you wish. I'm sorry If they had been written before but I probably read all Hazel fanfics and didn't see them. AND I WANT TO SEE & READ THEM. DON'T BLAME ME FOR THIS. 😁 Even If it's written before everyone's writing is different. Everyone has their own unique ways to tell the same thing and that's what makes it so great.

I added 18+ and NSFW just in case...

I hope Ruby Cruz won't see this cause I'm shaping her as I'd like... I am shameless.

I can't stop... 😭 #sorrynotsorry

@bellaramseylover (I tagged you cause I saw your post hope you don't mind.)

#writingprompts

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goldvenuslvrs · 7 months

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in love with my best friend ; pope heyward

summary: you and pope are in love. everyone can see it except you. will pope ever make a move?

pairing: pope heyward x fem!plus sized!reader

word count: 2.9k

warnings: kinda cheesy, childhood friends to lovers, love confessions, jj and john b being little shits, i have no idea how to write endings apparently so enjoy <3

an: memories/flashbacks are in italics. can we talk about that gif bc holy shit i’m having thoughts, hazel callahan imagine should be coming next week <3

Pope Heyward was a highly logical person.

He had never understood the concept of ‘love at first sight’ because how could you love someone you didn’t even know yet? The idea of falling in love with someone in the split second after you met them was a ridiculous notion and yet, it was exactly how he felt when you first entered his English class.

He was well aware that it wasn’t possible for his heart to skip a beat but he was certain it happened that day in the third grade.

JJ liked to constantly tease him, claiming that he’s been a simp from day one and Pope can’t bring himself to disagree. He used to despise English classes with Mr. Flynn but from the second you joined, he found himself looking forward to them.

Pope was hunched over his notebook, scribbling and doodling on the back page when Mr. Flynn called for the class’s attention, “Everyone, we’ve got a new classmate joining us today, this is Y/N Y/L/N. After the first break, we’ll be doing some icebreaker activities so that we can get to know her a little better and she can get settled in.

For the first time, he was relieved that his friends weren’t in the same class as him because he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that if they saw the way he was staring at you, he would never hear the end of it.

Pope could have sworn that you were the most beautiful girl had ever seen. Even the sight of your wild hair, slightly paint-stained shorts and worn-out trainers took his breath away.

Mr Flynn had finally wrapped up his welcoming speech and allowed you to introduce yourself but Pope couldn’t focus on anything but the way you were rocking on your heels and awkwardly smiling at people around the classroom. He watched you crack a small smile and crinkle your nose when you said something particularly funny (at least to you).

He was finally forced back into reality when he heard your backpack drop onto the floor beside him and he watched as you settled into the seat beside him. He felt as though he was paralyzed, unable to move his gaze from you. He tried to say something, anything but his extensive vocabulary seemed to have abandoned him.

“Hi,” You chuckled when you noticed that his attention was on you, “I’m Y/N but you already knew that because he just announced it.”

He blinked.

“This is the part where you tell me your name,” You said expectantly, awkwardly giggling to fill the silence.

“Pip, Po, I mean, Pope,” He stammered. It was in moments like this that he wished he was a little more like JJ or John B, they wouldn’t have had a problem coming up with something funny to say to the pretty, new girl. “That’s my name, I don’t just greet people like that, that would be really weird.”

You smiled and Pope knew that he would happily spend the rest of his life making you smile like that, “Hi, Pope.”

He was forced out of his reminiscing by the devil herself.

You were standing in front of him and he could instantly tell that you were a bit peeved, your arms were crossed and he was subjected to the harshest of glares. You were clearly trying your hardest to remain angry with him but both of you knew that it was a lost cause, it seemed as though you were never able to stick to it.

Pope could read you like a book so he found it hard to take you seriously in moments like this. He was the only one who could understand you so innately and deeply that it was almost terrifying.

“Hey Munchkin,” He grinned and leaned back against the door of Kiara’s car. He crossed his arms over his chest and failed to notice the way your eyes were drawn to his biceps for a split second before they returned to his face.

You frowned, trying your hardest to maintain your composure, “Don’t give me that, Pope! You were supposed to meet me in the library so we could go through your essay together, it’s worth half of your final grade.”

“I’ve got it in the bag, don’t worry about it, but it’s always nice to know how much you care,” He teased and opened his arms wide, “Come on, you haven’t hugged me all day.”

You rolled your eyes and ignored the butterflies that erupted in your stomach at the faux pout on his lips and made yourself at home in his arms.

“Where are the others? I figured they’d be here by now?” You wondered and tilted your head up to briefly meet Pope’s gaze and tightened your arms around his torso.

The ‘hug tax’ was something you had come up with as a joke one day. You made it compulsory that each pogue had to have at least one proper hug with you every day. You came up with it after you had gone three days without a single hug from any of them (it was the longest three days of your life).

Pope kept his arms wrapped tightly around your waist when you pulled back from the embrace and he reluctantly answered, “JJ roped John B into some scheme involving a fire extinguisher, a ladder, and a bunch of rotten apples to the less I know, the better. Kie had social studies last period so, knowing her, she’s most likely still berating the teaching assistant about the lack of intersectionality again.”

“But I’m hungry,” Your lips fell into the most adorable pout and Pope had to bite his lip at the sight.

He pondered for a moment and grudgingly removed his arms from around your waist and took a deep breath, “I’ll go track down the boys and make sure they haven’t gotten into too much trouble so why don’t you try and find Kie and we can get the hell out of here?”

“Fine,” You huffed and backed away, “But we will talk about this essay at some point!”

“Yes, Ma’am,” He saluted and watched as you strolled down the path that led up to the large doors at the entrance of the school. He couldn’t help but smile when he saw you pause and drop down to your knees and coo at the sight of a squirrel scurrying up the tree nearest to the front doors.

John B and JJ were already heading towards the parking lot when he finally managed to shake off his love-added thoughts of you long enough to contemplate the destruction that his friends may had caused.

“What is it?” JJ asked when he noticed the distracted and impatient look in Pope’s eyes.

Pope glanced between his friends in confusion, “Huh?”

John B clarified, “You’ve got your ‘Y/N’ face on.”

“My what?” Pope laughed awkwardly.

“Your ‘Y/N’ face,” JJ repeated John B’s words in a way that suggested that Pope should know precisely what that meant.

John B rolled his eyes, “Whenever you think about her, you get this weird, lovesick look on your face.”

“Like you’re high,” JJ chuckled.

He shook his head, “Whatever, it’s time to go.”

“Why?” John B asked and exchanged a smug smile with JJ.

Pope sighed loudly in defeat, “Y/N’s hungry.”

He turned on his heels and pointedly ignored the loud laughs coming from his best friends.

“Dude,” JJ had thrown his arm over Pope’s shoulder and grinned at him, “We’re just messing with you, it’s cute.”

“Thanks,” Pope replied, his tone was deadpan. He was already counting down the minutes until you returned with Kiara.

You and Kiara still weren’t back by the time they had gotten to the car so Pope figured that it was as good a time as any to bring up his plans, “I’m gonna do it,” He admitted, receiving confused looks in return, “I’m gonna ask her.”

The boys exchanged a series of sceptical glances before they burst into laughter, laughter that was so intense that JJ fell forward and clutched at his stomach.

“Wow,” He caught his breath, “That’s a good one, Pope. This must be the, I don’t know, the seventh or eighth time you’ve said that?”

“I have an idea and Kie has agreed to keep Y/N busy for a couple of hours while I sort it out.”

John B seemed to have gained some composure and realised how serious Pope was, “Alright,” He said hesitantly, elbowing JJ in the side, “What do you need us for?”

Pope heaved out a sigh and glanced at his blonde friend, clearly unimpressed with his overdramatic reaction, “I don’t know what to say. It’s Y/N so I don’t want it to be bad.”

“Alright,” JJ had finally pulled himself together and had leant back against the car door, “You’re really doing this?”

Pope nodded.

“You’re telling us that you can get A’s across the board but you can’t put pen to paper and find a way to tell a girl that you love her?” John B asked and raised an eyebrow.

He groaned and ran a hand over his face, “I’m sick and tired of pretending I don’t love her like that.”

“Well,” JJ shrugged, “It’s a good thing you came to me, we’ll have her falling at your feet in no time.”

John B scoffed, “Remind me, how many relationships have you held down?”

“There was Anna Mae in second grade-”

“A relationship that lasted more than a week?”

JJ was silent.

“Precisely,” John B smirked and turned to look at Pope, “We’ll figure it out, dude.”

“Yeah, I mean, it’s kind of inevitable that you two will end up together.”

“Ooh, baby’s using big boy words today,” John B taunted.

Kiara was indeed berating her social studies teaching assistant.

You had never seen a man that looked more scared for his life before.

It had taken a good amount of bargaining and distraction to get Kiara to leave the poor guy alone.

“Come on,” You said happily linking Kiara’s arm with yours and skipping down the hallway, “Time for food.”

“Hold your horses, babe.”

“Kie,” You pouted and the words came out in a whine, “I’m tired, bored and hungry. That’s a dangerous combination. Even more so than JJ and his gun.”

“Chill,” She chuckled, bumping your shoulder, “I just need to pick up a few things from my locker and we’ll go, we can even get your favourite.”

“Lobster Mac ‘N’ Cheese?”

“What else?”

Kiara rolled her eyes fondly at your antics and laughed under her breath when she realised the real reason you were desperate for her to hurry up, “Relax,” She teased, “We’ll get you back to Pope soon.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

She pinned you with an unimpressed stare, “Seriously?”

“You love him, dude.”

“Of course, I do, he’s my best friend, no offence.”

“None taken but babe, you know that’s not what I meant,” She closed her locker and linked her arms with yours again, “Think about it.”

“Fine,” You conceded, it was pointless to try and pretend that you didn’t know what she meant, “Now food?”

By the time you and Kiara had pulled up at the Chateau, you were absolutely ravenous. Kiara had insisted that you should make enough food for the others as well, already anticipating JJ’s dramatic outburst if you showed up late with no food.

She shook her head at you when you launched yourself out of the car and strode towards the house with determination. You didn’t look pleased when John B stopped you in your tracks. Kiara had been on the receiving end of your hangry glare more than once and she did not pity John B in the slightest.

“Hey?” Your eyes flickered from his face to the door and back again, clearly confused.

JJ came running out from behind John B and they exchanged a smug look. They walked past you towards Kiara and the three of them wandered towards the dock, waving back at you and teasingly telling you to “have fun.”

“But not too much fun,” Kiara laughed.

You opened the door hesitantly and scanned the room. It was never a good sign when JJ and John looked as smug and mischievous as they just did. You didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary so you shrugged.

Pope was sitting on the couch, playing on his phone. It didn’t make sense that something so mundane could make your heart skip but the sight of Pope with his arm resting on the back of the couch and his legs spread out caused your stomach to erupt in butterflies. Thankfully, you managed to calm yourself down before he looked at you.

When he noticed your presence, he jumped up and smiled at you.

“What’s up with them?” You said, “They’re being weirder than usual.”

Pope laughed weakly and reached a hand to scratch the back of his neck, “It’s JJ and John B, do you want to try applying logic to them?”

“I guess not,” You chuckled, shaking your head.

There was a moment of silence before Pope spoke. It was unnerving. The silence was awkward, which had never happened with you and Pope.

“Well,” He took a deep breath and slightly stumbled over his words. You couldn’t help but notice that he was pointedly avoiding eye contact with you, “I need to tell you something and it’s kind of terrifying but I just need to get it out so wait until I’m done before you say anything.”

“Okay,” You confirmed, feeling uncertain but trusting him nonetheless.

Pope moved you to sit down on the couch and sat beside you. He reached over and held your hands in his, “I love you,” He didn’t allow your shocked expression to slow him down, “I don’t mean like you’re my best friend and I love you but more like I’m in love with you. I’ve tried telling you so many times that I’ve genuinely lost count but every time I back out because I’m terrified that you won’t feel the same and it’ll get really weird between us but I need you to know.”

Your jaw had dropped throughout his speech. He noticed that you were about to speak and put his hand up before you could say anything, “Not finished, I’ve got over this in my head a million times, let me get through it,” He let out a shaky laugh and focused his gaze on your intertwined hands, “I can still remember the day we met and I think I loved you then but now that I know pretty much everything about you, I love you even more so that’s it, I guess.”

He looked up and met your eyes, and you were almost surprised at the pure love you could see in them, “Against my better judgement, I fell in love with my best friend and I’m really hoping that she loves me back or this is gonna end up being really awkward.”

“You love me?” You blinked a few times to make sure that you weren’t dreaming.

“Um, yeah,” His shoulders slumped. Pope saw your reaction as a clear rejection and was fully prepared to run home and hide from the world for the next 2-3 business days.

“Well,” You grinned and pushed a few stray pieces of hair behind your ears, “I guess you’d better ask me out now.”

“Ask you ou-” Pope trailed off before nodding rapidly, a smile similar to your own spread across his lips, “Yep, that’s definitely something I can do, absolutely-”

“Pope.”

“Right, will you go out with me, then?”

You took a moment to fully admire him, happiness seemed to radiate from his body, “Obviously,” You answered and used your intertwined hands to pull him closer to you, “I mean, who else am I supposed to date? Being in love with my best friend doesn’t sound too bad.”

“Not too bad, huh?” He teased and his arms wrapped around your waist until he seemed to relax into you.

“I mean, you did take your time.”

He chuckled and silenced you with a kiss.

“Can we come back in now?” JJ asked with a smirk on his face. Pulling away from each other, you turned to see him standing in the doorway, Kiara and John B stood behind him with matching grins on their faces, “...or do we need to evacuate the premises?”

“I guess so, but you’re paying for pizza tonight.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” He saluted, sat on the couch and pulled his phone from his pocket.

John B followed him and routinely leaned over his shoulder, pointing at the screen and picking out what he wanted whilst Kiara walked over to you and Pope.

“What the fuck, you guys,” She said and her gaze darted back and forth between you, “Who am I supposed to give the speech to?”

You tilted your head back and laughed at your friend’s faux outrage. You wrapped your arms around Pope again and laid your head in the crook of his neck, “Both of us?”

“I guess I’ll have to,” She sighed. “I need some garlic bread in me first.”

She wandered over to the couch, pushed John B out of the way.

You shook your head and looked up at your boyfriend, “They’re idiots, aren’t they?”

“Yeah, but I wouldn’t have said anything without them so I guess they’re alright.”

#pope heyward #pope heyward x reader #pope heyward imagine #pope heyward imagines #pope heyward fluff #outer banks x reader #outer banks imagine #outer banks imagines #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank imagines #jjpope

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goldvenuslvrs · 7 months

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any hazel headcanons

an: not a ton of them but these are just the ones off the top of my head

pre-relationship

she cannot flirt to save her life - all she knows is 'stare at pretty girl and hope she notices' so that's what she does

the girls from fight club are constantly pushing her to say something but the fear of rejection stops her every time

she'll always volunteer to be your partner (in class and in fight club)

it's not until she needs to clean you up after club that she confesses her feelings - she didn't mean to but seeing you covered in blood from your sparring made her lose all subtlety

established relationship

a certified simp, there's nothing she wouldn't do for you

she loves to hear your infodumps about anything, she'll just smile and nod along, happy to see you so animated about something

she gets jealous so easily but she won't do anything about it - she's not the type to fight someone over it but she will bring it up to you in private where you're more than willing to reassure her yk

holding hands is a must, she needs to be touching you 24/7

she makes you playlists for specific occasions (driving in her car, cooking together, making out - everything has a playlist)

she has a separate notebook that she doesn't let anyone see that has little details that she wants to remember about you - your favourite food, your favourite colour, date ideas she wants to plan, etc

she loves stealing your clothes (even if she doesn't wear them), just so she can smell you - she was really embarrassed when you came over to see your sweatshirt being used as a pillowcase

you asked her about building bombs once and she nearly proposed on the spot

good morning texts everyday without fail

she loves walking you to your locker and seeing the shocked faces of everyone in the hallway

she knows that no one understands how she bagged you but she's not complaining

not that you fight often but when you do she's a huge fan of your tactic to flash your boobs to win the argument

nsfw under the cut

idk what people say this girl is a switch

when you first start having sex, she prefers to let you take control and guide her through it until she gains more confidence

if she's had a tough day, she'll be more dominant

the second she sees your tits it's all over for her no thoughts head empty

the only time she's truly dominant is when she's jealous because she needs to remind you who you belong to (not in a toxic alpha male kind of way but in a i'm the only one that gets to make you feel good kind of way)

whimpers

she loves when you pull her chain to pull her in for a kiss

one of you bought a strap as a joke but she loves seeing you gag on it

#hazel callahan #hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan imagine #hazel callahan headcanon #hazel callahan imagines #hazel callahan headcanons #bottoms movie #bottoms 2023 imagine #bottoms 2023 #hazel callahan fluff #hazel callahan smut

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goldvenuslvrs · 7 months

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since you’re asking for Hazel requests-

imagine being part of the fight club and Hazel being protective over you even though she knows getting hurt is kind of the point of it😭💕

She doesn’t really give a shit if she had a fucked up and bloody face but As soon as she sees a drop of blood from you she’s helping you up and dragging you to get cleaned up in the bathroom

speaking of which

patching each other up in the bathroom after a very violent fight club session and it leading to a make out sesh🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

help I love her sm she’s so wife

i'm gonna try and get something written for next week with this <3

i am genuinely so down bad for ruby cruz she's so bbg but also mommy

#asks answered ✿#hazel callahan

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goldvenuslvrs · 7 months

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I'm coming out of writing hibernation bc i watched bottoms and I'm in love with hazel callahan so send requests

#hazel callahan #hazel callahan imagine #hazel callahan x reader #bottoms 2023 imagine

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goldvenuslvrs · 10 months

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KIARA CARRERA in the Outer Banks Season 4 Promotional

#she's so bbg #kiara carrera

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goldvenuslvrs · 11 months

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love at first injury ; kiara carrera

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

pairing: kiara carrera x fem!plus sized!reader

word count: 2k

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

an: round part of rewriting old imagines lol

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

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

Surfing, of course.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi,” You smiled and Kiara felt her legs go weak, “I’m really sorry about that.”

“Yeah, you’ve said,” She laughed, shaking her head in an attempt to regain a sliver of composure, “About a million times.”

“I’m Y/N, and those,” You said, seemingly slightly nervous, and gestured to the small group behind you that were watching and doing an incredibly bad job of pretending that they weren’t, “Are the idiots that I call my friends, who evidently can’t aim to save their lives.”

Kiara couldn’t help but laugh when you raised your voice at the latter part of your sentence, clearly wanting your friends to overhear. It was clear that they had, seeing as their mouths dropped open in indignation and they huffed, migrating towards the blanket they had set out, “Kiara but everyone calls me Kie, I don’t think we’ve met before.”

“I just moved here a couple of weeks ago, my parents got a new job working for the Thorntons,” You grimaced. She guessed you had already met Topper and been acquainted with his wonderful personality.

Kiara let the silence hang for a moment, feeling her palms begin to sweat, “Do you want to hang out? I’m meeting up with my friends soon, you and friends can join if you want to?” Although she would be more than okay with your friends joining, Kiara silently prayed that they wouldn’t want to.

She was almost certain that the resulting smile that spread across your face could’ve blinded her.

“Sure,” You said, glancing back towards your friends who had once again become invested in a game of volleyball, “I’ll just let them know I’m leaving, they seem pretty into the game.”

It was clear to both of you that it was a bullshit excuse but neither of you could bring yourself to insist that they accompany you.

Kiara stood there, kind of awkwardly, as you headed back towards your friends. She noted the way in which each of their gazes briefly flickered to her and back to you, sending you a teasing smirk, before they nodded and waved you off again.

“Ready to go, Kie?” You asked as soon as you were close enough, with your bag hitched over your shoulder.

She nodded and turned around, expecting you to follow her. Walking down the road, the excitement and nervousness emanating from you and Kiara was palpable.

Kiara had warned you that her friends could be a little… chaotic but nothing could have prepared you for the sight you were greeted with when you arrived at the ‘Chateau’ (what a weird name).

There were two boys wrestling on the ground in front of a handful of hammocks. “That’s JJ and Pope,” She had informed you, “They’re pretty much in love but they won’t admit it.”

There was a girl with dirty blonde hair and tanned skin lounging on one of the hammocks near them, laughing out loud, cheering on ‘Pope’ and betting ‘JJ’ that he wouldn’t win. “That’s Sarah.”

“Cameron?” You had asked. You had heard her name once or twice when you were getting settled in.

“Yep, it’s a long story.”

There was another girl sharing the hammock with Sarah who was smiling over at the wrestling boys with a certain softness in her eyes, “That’s Cleo,” Kiara explained, “She’s new as well, she’s only been here a few months.”

Kiara pointed out John B last. He was laying on the other hammock, his arm thrown over his eyes and quite obviously trying to ignore his friends’ antics.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of them. Your outburst accidentally gained the attention of the group of rowdy teenagers who all lifted their heads and watched you wander over.

JJ was the first to greet you, he seemed to radiate chaotic energy so you figured that you’d probably get along with him more than most if you stuck around. “Well,” He said mischievously, “Hi-”

“No!” Kiara yelled, crossing her arms over her chest, which prompted laughter from the rest of the group, “I like this one, don’t ruin it with your slutty tendencies!”

The pogues shared a weighted look between themselves. They had a feeling that it wasn’t just your friendship that Kiara was after, she was usually one to be pretty subtle when it came to the people she was interested in but everyone could see the heart eyes she was currently giving you.

You were quickly pulled into a conversation with Sarah, who demanded to know where you bought your shorts from, and John B, who told you to ignore any of JJ’s advances.

Kiara was trying her hardest to focus on the tale JJ was regaling her and Pope with but she couldn’t help but allow her gaze to drift back to you every now and then. She knew that you would get along with the pogues, you seemed like the type of person to simply fit in every circumstance that you found yourself in. It wasn’t often that she brought someone back and even less often that she brought someone back that vibed with her friends so well.

As happy as she was, she couldn’t help but feel worried. She knew first-hand how charming her friends could be when they put their minds to it. She had a feeling that she didn’t have to worry about JJ, as flirty as he was, she knew he was more observant than he let on and he would never hurt her like that. John B and Sarah were disgustingly in love so she had no worries about them.

Unfortunately, she had a feeling that she might have reason to worry about Pope and Cleo. Pope was the sweetest guy she had ever met and she could definitely see the potential he had to be ‘boyfriend material’ and Cleo, well, Kiara certainly wasn’t blind.

She was still in conversation with JJ and Pope when it had begun to rain and everyone decided to migrate towards the deck, each claiming a piece of furniture.

“Kie!” Sarah whisper-yelled, “I think we put her to sleep.”

Kiara looked down at Sarah’s lap and saw that you were dead asleep.

Sarah saw the look of adoration on her friend’s face and softly moved you so that you were laying on Kiara’s lap rather than her own.

The brunette lightly ran her fingers through your hair and brushed it out of your face. She shrugged and shot Sarah a quick smile, “I don’t blame her,” She chuckled, “We are a bit much, aren’t we?”

“I’m still not used to it,” Cleo quipped with a smirk.

“What’s the deal with you and her, then?” JJ blurted out curiously and pointedly ignored the elbow in the ribs (Pope) and glare (Sarah) that he was subjected to, “Do you like her?”

The pogues exchanged wary glances. It was a well know fact that Kiara wasn’t straight but she had never explicitly told them about her romantic preferences. She had always been adamant that ‘coming out’ was a ridiculous tradition.

“I don’t know,” Kiara sounded so small and shy. They had never heard her sound that before, “I don’t want to scare her off. It’s only been a day.”

“If we haven’t managed to send her running for the hills, I doubt you will,” John B said. He grabbed Sarah’s hand and pulled her up with him as he stood, “It’s late and I’ve got work tomorrow, we’re going to bed. You know where the keys are, lock up before you leave.”

Pope shared a look with JJ and Cleo before reluctantly standing up, “Dad will be on my ass if we’re not back soon.”

Pope and JJ walked on towards the Twinkie but Cleo stayed put for a moment, “Tell her,” She implored, “What’s the worst that could happen?”

Kiara wanted to scoff because isn’t that the age-old question? She may have only known you for a few hours but she feared what might happen and how devastating a rejection you could inflict on her.

She sighed and waved her off. As soon as the van disappeared around the corner and she could no longer hear the roaring of the old, well-used engine, her gaze drifted back to you.

As if you could feel her eyes on you, yours fluttered open and you turned your head to look up at her with a small, sleepy smile gracing your lips, “Hi,” You said quietly, clearing your throat and wiping your hands over your face and yawning, “How long was I out for?” You asked, sheepishly.

Kiara laughed, throwing her head back, “About twenty minutes, everyone left.”

You tried not to focus on the heat that was rapidly spreading across your cheeks and hoped that she couldn’t sense or notice your embarrassment. “Sorry,” You mumbled, reluctantly sitting up and moving to rest beside her on the couch. You tucked your hair behind your ears and chuckled, “Honestly, I’m surprised none of you drew on me.”

“I’m not gonna lie to you, they wanted to, especially JJ,” She teased and took a deep breath, “But if you wanted to make it up to me for, you know, falling asleep when I so graciously introduced to my best friends, you could come by the Wreck tomorrow?”

“The Wreck?”

“It’s a restaurant that my dad runs, I work there,” She explained, “I finish at four if you wanted to come by.”

You made a contemplative look and smiled shyly, “Depends,” You teased, “Will it just be us or should I prepare to listen to Sarah explain, in detail, why John B should get his hair cut?”

She shook her head and grinned, reaching a hand out to clasp yours, “Just me and you…is that alright?”

You shrugged and shifted closer to her, softly rubbing the back of her hand with your thumb, “More than alright.”

an: again, i’m unbelievably bad at writing endings but any feedback is welcome, inbox is open for any requests <3

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goldvenuslvrs · 11 months

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i feel like the guys would love to watch sarah dom tf out of you … not like that’s my dream or anything 😗

Agreed! I feel like I'm always gonna hc Sarah as being dom af (maybe bc i want madelyn cline to dom tf out of me but we don't need to talk about that rn lol)

#asks answered ✿#sarah cameron #jj maybank #john b routledge

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mission: get kiara a girlfriend ; kiara carrera

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

pairing: kiara carrera x fem!plus sized!reader

word count: 2.7k

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

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

GIF by obxfix

Sarah Cameron loved her friends.

She especially loved Kiara Carrera.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, ma’am,” He muttered.

“JJ-”

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

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

“Debatable but continue.”

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

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

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

“Yeah? And what’s that?”

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

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

“What did you guys try last time?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sarah-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Speak of the devil and he shall arrive.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really?”

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

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

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

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

“Well, that’s rude.”

“Still love me?”

“Duh.”

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

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

“Should we have told them?”

“Nah.”

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

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