#obxtober

six weeks of breathing clean air, I still miss the smoke

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

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

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

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

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

"Why the hell do I need to go to–” Snatching up the paper Kiara’d shoved at her, she screeches, “Cleo’s? This isn’t even in Kildare!”

“They've been operating forever and will train you pro bono, so–”

“So they owe you then?” Sarah accuses. “Willing to take some dead weight off your hands to call it even, is that it?”

“I’m trying to help you,” Kiara rages, the onion victimized by her rapid fire blade.

“No one asked for your help!” No one helped Sarah when she was stuck in that stall; no one saved her from those blinding, glittery stage lights. She’d smiled and starved and saved herself all on her own.

There was a time she’d felt horrible, even responsible, for the rift between her and Kiara. Wondered why she tried so hard at everything except this one thing. But now, crumpling up Cleo’s address in her hand, she wonders if Kiara is banking on her not trying at all.

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Read chapter 4 here on ao3!

[obxtober 2024: au, lyrics], [jiara week 2023 - day 5: based on a book/movie/show], [jiara bingo - coworkers]

jiara screencaps below from the one and only @kiekiecarrera ❤️

✨ I CAN RUN BUT I CAN’T HIDE (from my family line) ✨

Ao3 link

Many times JJ found himself in situations that brought him to intense emotions, overwhelmed and feeling like crawling out of his own skin, but he genuinely thought that nothing could ever compare to what he was feeling in that precise moment, never had he felt so disoriented.

“Nah no no no. Nah. You- Fuck this, you’re fucking with me!” he frantically spat out while turning around and once again nervously starting to pace around.

A noise came out of his mouth that he intended to be a scoff or some semblance of a bitter laugh, in reality it was an unconscious broken sob.

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Accidentally took part into @obxtober while writing this fic which I noticed perfectly falls under the prompts: 4b speculations/protective/parental complications✨

I’m having his baby (No, I’m not, but you should see your faces)

“ I feel like this was a warning”

“Sarah, you’re a woman with an active sex life. Pregnancy scares will happen a few times”

“I mean, yeah I know but it’s a sign” Sarah sighs “I think at least to rethink birth control”

“Yeah, I’m sure it won’t hurt” Kie agrees “We can go to Planned Parenthood on the mainland next Thursday”

“I’m celibate until then”

“There’s no need for all of that” Cleo laughs “it’s not that deep,girl”

“I mean, that’s the only way to make sure it doesn’t happen” Kie agrees “I couldn’t do that but I support you if you want”

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Or the fic where Sarah has a pregnancy scare, the girls are girly and Kiara is the target of the jokes

4b spec for @obxtober

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for @obxtober prompt "Poguelandia 1.0"

Maybe it's the island, or maybe it's the way Kiara looks at him or maybe that infatuation with her never really went away.

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She falls asleep with her best friend next to her, his hand in hers, stranded on an island in the middle of the Atlantic: no food, no water, no plan, no way to get out.

She thinks briefly, fleetingly, that she kind of wouldn’t mind falling asleep like this forever.

And then she thinks, oh.

 or, five times kiara loved jj and one time she said it

It’s rainy, she’d texted last week.

A storm?

She waited a day before she messaged him again. No. Rainy like your last day.

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Read chapter 4 here on ao3!

[jiara week 2023 - day 4: au] [obxtober 2024: surfing]