#Outer Banks season three

[seriesxwriting]

Give us a chance

W Rafe Cameron

Series- outer banks!

Summary- He’s been ignoring you lately? But now you and Rafe get stranded in the middle of the sea. Just you two. Alone. You can’t both hide your feelings foreverrr.

Warnings- swearing, kissing, Rafe saving your character from boys taking advantage.

(No season three spoilers in this)

Request are open for all and anything🫶

“Are you serious right now” Rafe stormed over to me pulling me away from some guys lap. I don’t even know who he was but- alcohol makes you do stupid things. “Rafe- get off me” I giggled pushing him away from me. “Are you serious y/n” “what are you moaning about now” my eyes rolled as my arms folded. I tried to look at him but my eyes began falling shut.

“Your fucking hammered- you can barely stand up” he stepped over catching me with one arm around my waist. “That’s because you dragged me up from my seat too fast” I raised my eyebrows at him. “I’m taking you home” “Rafe no! I’m havi- having fun” I shook my head trying to pull back.

“Y/n!” “Why! Why are you taking me home why are you looking out for me- you do it all the time I see you watching me at parties, you’ve been watching me all night here” I frowned raising my voice slightly. “Because we’re friends” he frowned stepping close to me again.

“We were friends!” I scoffed, turning away from him as my eyes filled up with tears. “Before you so randomly started blowing me off and ignoring me- I’m not leaving with you unless you tell me why”. Rafe stared at me blankly before bringing his hand up to rub the side of his head. “Fine we will talk but on the way home” he bargained with me throwing me a stern look.

I gazed around at the rest of the party on the little near by island we had found. “Fine- how did you get here” “my boat” Rafe nodded his head towards it. “Come on- on then” I stirred spinning around a bit too fast, as I took my first step my legs began to wobble. Rafe lifted me in one Swift move, holding me in his arms walking to the boat.

“Unnecessary” I whispered wrapping my arms around his neck, kind of liking being up here. He stoped at the steps of his grand yacht to look down at me with his baby blue eyes. Holding the eye contact. Hot. How easy it would be to lift my head up right now.

“C-can you climb up?” Rafe shook his head tearing away from me. “Yes- yeah” I nodded gripping the ladder as rafe put me down on land. We both climbed up and went to sit in the wheelhouse. “I’m going to make you a coffee first- sober you up” “are you just delaying your answer?” I curled up in a ball on the sofa removing my shoes. Rafe looked at me with a knowing look and smiled before disappearing.

The music was fading when Rafe closed the door, the sounds of the party drowned out while I waited for him to return. He took about ten minutes before coming back with a blanket, slippers and a coffee in his arms for me. I smiled when I saw him, that was cute. “Five sugars?” Rafe smirked putting the cup down on the side table. “You remembered?”.

“How could I forget that, I’ve never met anyone else that takes five sugars” he chuckled, laying the slippers on the floor and opening the blanket for me. “Thank you Rafe” I nodded my head once. The boy kinda brushed past it, he wasn’t much of a sappy person and he couldn’t take a compliment or a thank you from anyone. Ever.

He started up the engine on the boat and slowly we started sailing away while I sipped my coffee and watched the island fade away. “So tell me” I looked over at him after a few minutes of silence. “What did I do wrong” “nothing” he replied bluntly staring into the pitch black ocean. “So what happened then? Why did you start pretending like I didn’t exist”

“We’re not doing this, I just said that so i could get you home” “I know” I answered softly. “it was worth a try” my shoulders shrugged sadly. “I also know I haven’t done anything wrong, because I’d never do anything to upset you rafe” I told him truthfully. “What ever it is you can talk to me we can sort it out- I don’t want you to stay away from me”

“That’s easier said than done, even if I wanted to I clearly couldn’t stay away from you” he told me in the exact same tone and facial expression. “Did- you want to?” I asked lowly hoping for a no. “No” Rafe turned to look at me now for the first time in this conversation. “I had to- I have to”.

“Why?” I questioned feeling full of confusion. “Why” Rafe laughed looking back into the night. “Why did you get so drunk tonight, there’s many why’s” he replied.

“I- had another argument with my parents” I told him after a few seconds looking at the floor. “That still happening?” “They want me to follow in the family business- I don’t want to, it’s never going to be solved” “well, I want to be in the family business- I feel like my dad doesn’t want me there sometimes” Rafe laughed to himself.

I looked over at him smiling at our similarities, just as I did the boat engine began to stop. Rafe frowned and hit the petrol sign on the panel like that was going to solve something. “What the fuck” he whispered to himself turning the key again and again. “Out of petrol?” “No I’ve still got half a tank- something must be caught it’s too dark to go out and see” he sighed putting his head in his hands.

“Fuck!” The boy slammed his hand into the steering wheel making me jump and spill the coffee down the blanket. “Shit- im sorry” Rafe jumped up when he noticed to grab a pack of tissues. “It’s- its okay, we just have to wait right? until the morning” “yeah” he nodded wiping the coffee off me whilst knelt down. He looked up at me and chuckled raising a hand with his thumb out.

He dragged it across my cheek wiping the splashes of coffee off me. I caught his hand when he tried taking it back. In this moment it was just me and Rafe in the world. The sounds of the sea were the only thing that could be heard. He was staring into my eyes and I did it back. I didn’t want this moment to end.

But something had to ruin it. A boat noise appeared and it sounded like someone was parking next to us. “Who’s- that?” I whispered feeling a sense of fear take over me. “Stay here” Rafe rubbed my hand with his thumb before standing up to go and see who it was. He opened the door peering down the side of the boat.

“Rafe? That you?” A voice yelled up “yeah” he called back down. “It’s just Tommy” Rafe told me when I stood up. I walked over to the side of him to see a very drunk Tommy, Daniel and Carl in the little speed boat beside us. “Y/n? What you doing here” Tommy asked loudly. “going- home” I answered.

“So Why are you guys parked in the middle of nowhere- you Two been up to something?” Carl giggled swigging the bottle again. “Nah engine is fucked we’re just waiting it out” Rafe told them taking precautions it looked like. Seeing Rafe looking at them like that made me feel kind of scared. What was he thinking, what were they up to?

The three boys started giggling and whispering to each other about something. “Tell you what, we will take y/n home, take real good care of her for you so she’s not stuck out here huh” Tommy offered up with a grin. I didn’t want to go with them something was off, but I didn’t know how to say no. I moved forward to go down the stairs but Rafe cut off my exist with his arm. Thank heaven. No thank Rafe Cameron.

“Yeah i Don’t think so” he shook his head with a smiled on the corner of his mouth. “What’s the problem Rafe? Don’t you want her safe at home” Carl laughed wiggling his eyebrows “she’s safe here, you can go now” “all kinda threats out here” “I said you can go, or are we going to have a problem? Because I promise you will lose” Rafe leant over the rail of the boat.

“It really should be the ladies decision- we could have some real fun together” Tommy smirked undressing me with his eyes. “Of course that part probably wouldn’t have been the ladies decision” carl shrugged and the three boys laughed. Rafe slammed his hand down on the pole before racing down the stairs. Tommys face dropped and he tried starting the boat up again.

Rafe reached over the side grabbing Carl by the neck. “You talk about her like that again I’ll fucking drown you” Rafe spat, as he drew his arm back to punch Tommy started the speed boat and Daniel held onto Carl. Rafe dropped him watching closely as they sped off panicking. My heart pounded against my chest and when Rafe turned around he saw it in my face.

“Your okay there gone” he told me walking back up to me. I ran down the stairs meeting him half way. I’d hugged rafe a thousand times but this time, he instigated it. His arms were open. And I hugged him tight as a tear fell onto his top. “I won’t let anyone lay a fucking finger on you y/n, ever” he whispered into my hair running his hand though it.

“How can you say that to me when your never with me anymore” “I’m always watching out for you, I’d never let anything happen” Rafe told me pushing my head up by my chin. “But yet you still can’t tell me why you can’t even be seen with me” I pulled away drying my eyes. “Y/n it’s in your best interest if you don’t know” he told me sadly and tried to walk up the stairs.

“No it’s not Rafe! I need to know what’s going on it plays on my mind constantly!” “You don’t, you think you do but you don’t want to know” he shook his head gently moving my arm so he could ascend to the top. “How can you possibly know that!” “Because if I tell you y/n! Everything is ruined everything changes!” Rafe shook his head, I noticed his eyes were a little watery too.

“I’m a big girl rafe, i might take you by surprise” I called out desperately still waiting on the steps. “You really… you really want to know?” Rafe chuckled shaking his head. But I just folded my arms and raised one eyebrow up. Rafe looked at me for a second before bolting it down the stairs. He stopped inches away from me, inches away from my lips. “Do you get it yet?” He whispered looking at my lips and then back up to my eyes.

My heart pounded against my chest as I leant in hitting his lips. Rafe pulled back instantly and looked at me with wide eyes. I held my breath waiting for him to say something but instead he came back to me pulling me towards him by my hip. I held onto his neck as we kissed for the first time ever. Rafe was right, this had ruined something. But this could be way better than what we had, change can be good.

He moved a hand to my faces as we pulled away breathless. I didn’t know what to say, neither did he apparently. So we kissed again until one of us knew how to react. “I’m still going to need an explanation here” I told him smiling not letting go of him. “Only if I get one too” Rafe shrugged holding onto me tight. “Can we sit down?”. He nodded taking my hand and we made it to the sofa. Rafe pulled me down by my waist on top of him as I squealed.

“We just kissed” he giggled like a boy with his first crush. “I think I’ve liked you for a long time rafe, I just didn’t realise until you stopped talking to me” I ran my thumb up and down his arm. “That’s why I stopped talking to you” “that doesn’t make sense? Why didn’t you just tell me?” His eyes dropped as if he didn’t want to talk about it. “Didn’t think I stood even a one percent chance really”

“What?” I frowned pushing his face to look at me. “I’m fucked up y/n, you can do better” “your not fucked up rafe! I won’t have you talking about yourself like that- I don’t want anything else I- I only want you rafe” I whispered playing with the bottom of his hair. “Your sweet you just don’t let people see it, but I see it and I always have” “so I haven’t ruined anything?” He questioned holding my face too.

“You made it better- presuming you make me your girlfriend of course” I giggled excitedly. “That was a given the moment I kissed you- I don’t kiss anyone like that” Rafe told me seriously. “I want you, your all I want all I’ve ever wanted” “I want you too rafe” I leant our foreheads together.

“You’ve got me”.

[poge-life]

can you do a who's most likely to interview between drew and reader alone not being with the other where they are in a secret relationship but after the interview it’s so clear that’s they’re lover

I did change this a little bit to fit what I had in mind but I’m hoping this is what you had in mind!

Since Season 3 came out, you guys had been in back-to-back interviews. You will say, these ones had been a lot more interesting than the ones you guys had done before. You and Drew both had one today for Vanity Fair on ‘Who’s most likely’ and you would be doing them together. You two had decided to show up together, considering it would have been a waste of time driving separately when you were going to the same place.

You guys had been together for a while now and had done a pretty good job at hiding it. Obviously, your friends knew. There was no point in hiding it from the people you were with every day and they were your biggest supporters.

Giving Drew a peck on the lips, you both got out of the car and made your way into the building. After checking in, they showed you to where the interview would be. The setup was like usual; a couch in front of the table, with a both filled with, what you assumed where the questions.

The makeup team came by to do any touch ups you both would need before they started.

“I’m (y/n) (l/n)” You smiled at the camera once they signaled they started rolling and it took Drew a second to realize what was going on, as he was looking at you. You nudged his knee with yours and he seemed to realize what was going on, “And I’m Drew Starkey.”

“And we’re going to be doing ‘who’s most likely’ on the OBX cast with Vanity Fair.” You finished, reaching for the bowl. Pulling out the first question, you couldn’t help but laugh as your answer immediately popped into your head, “Who’s most likely to have their own reality show?”

“You know, I wanna see what Rudy does when we’re not together.” Drew answered, turning to look at you, “He’s just so laidback and care free about everything. And he’s from Alaska so I wanna see how he lives.”

You nodded in agreement before throwing the slip of paper onto the table, “I wanna see Maddy in a reality show. Not just about her. I wanna see her on Big Brother. I feel like she would be great on there.”

Drew snapped his fingers at you as a new thought popped into his head, “I wanna see you on Survivor. You have zero survival skills.”

You gave him an ‘are you serious’ look, “Do I need to bring up the camping trip we went on with Nick a couple years ago?”

Drew straightened up at the mention of the trip as he reached for a slip, turning to face the camera, “Moving on! Who is most likely to ditch their phone and go back to a flip phone?”

You brought your hand above the two of you and pointed down at Drew, “He barely knows where his phone is 90% of the time. Saves him a couple of bucks on a bill.”

Drew held no argument as he agreed with you, “I respond to messages in my head a lot and just kind of forget to actually reply. I’m more of a ‘in the moment’ kind of guy, so I don’t use my phone a lot.”

“Because you’re a grandpa and barely know how to use your phone.” You teased, patting his cheek. Drew rolled his eyes at you, bringing your hand down to his lap. Quickly remembering you were on camera, you brought your hand back to the bowl and pulled out the next slip, “who is most likely to get drunk at a bottomless mimosa brunch?”

You pointed to yourself as did Drew, causing you to crumple up the slip and throw it at him, “Not just me! Maddy too!”

Drew looked over at the camera with a grin on his face, “her and Maddy aren’t allowed to be alone whenever there’s a bar. Especially with any kind of wine.”

“Okay, mr ‘drunk of a glass of wine’” You teased, holding out to the bowl to him. Drew just mocked you as he read the next question, “Most likely to get married in Vegas?”

You both looked at each other in thought. Honestly, you could see any one of your friends doing this but you didn’t know just who to pick.

“This could go any way, really,” you said, tapping your chin, “we’re all impulsive but I don’t think we’re that impulsive.”

“If I had to pick any of them, I would say Chase,” Drew answered, “he definitely does a lot of spur of the moment decisions and I feel like if he was really up for it, he’d go get married in Vegas.”

You had a small smile on your face as you watched Drew run his hand through his hair. At this point, you didn’t care if anyone found out about you guys. You loved Drew and hated that you both had to hide it. You saw how the fans tore into Rudy and Elaine and how much shit Maddy and Chase got when they were together. You also saw what happened when the rumors about him and Odessa started. They just tore her to pieces.

You both were content with just your family and friends knowing about you two. But, sometimes, you just wanted to show him off for everyone to see how much you cared about him and how good he was to you. Drew noticed you weren’t paying attention and placed his hand on your thigh, rubbing his thumb just under the hem of your skirt, “You okay?”

You just nodded your head, giving him a smile as you reached for a new question.

Yeah, you were great.

OBXFAN20: Okay, no one can tell me they’re not dating after watching the vanity fair interview

Fan90: Did you see how he grabbed her thigh? I would have died 😭

(Y/c/n)lover: The way she just sat and smiled at him has me 100% convinced her and Drew are dating

[crazy-together-cambria]

i’m sorry but

[mggssocks]

ouuu yess please do a pt. 2 to the new drew au!!

Yayy okay. Check out part one here. Drew is tired of his gf being bullied and sets the gorls straight.

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drewstarkey this is the sweetest person on planet earth. she has been sent unjust hate in the past four weeks. I don’t know what’s happening in your personal lives but I do know she does not deserve to be the outlet of your anger. please, spread love and be kind. thank you.

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after drew’s post, you decided to take a break from social media. three months pass and you eventually determine that you’ll come back to Instagram and make your profile public again, hoping the hate has died down.

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[jessmaybank]

Jailbirds; part 1 - do the crime, do the time.

Series masterlist

Outer banks masterlist

Pairing(s): JJ Maybank x fem! Reader.

Word count: 1.3k

Summary: When you get arrested at a party, you are forced to spend the night in a cell with JJ.

Warnings: alcohol use, swearing, fighting, mentions of abuse (smut in next parts).

Authors note: I had this idea this morning and I just had to write it. And this gif - I mean god bless. Let me know if y’all want a Rafe version.

It was a Friday night in the sun-soaked paradise of outer banks. The evening light painted the sky in hues of purple, pink and gold, as numerous teenagers were scattered around the beach drinking.

You were no stranger to obx parties, although sometimes you did feel like it. You had a knack for finding yourself in troublesome situations, and tonight was no different.

You were pushing through the crowds of people to get another drink when someone pushes into you, the cheap beer in their hand drenching your white top completely. Thank god you chose to wear a bra tonight.

You recognise the girl as Sofia, Rafes new girlfriend. You actually thought she was nice, but your drunk state meant all rationality was thrown out the window.

“Excuse you” you spit, wiping your top as if it would magically dry by doing so.

Sophia chuckles, a sickly smirk spread across her freckled face, and you already knew a bitchy comment was about to pour out of her.

“You bumped into me, bitch” she says, taking a step closer to intimidate you. Little did she know you were the wrong bitch to mess with.

You almost laughed In her face when the reality hit, Rafe must of had rubbed off on her already.

people around us were staring, and you knew you couldn’t just leave now. You were ganna have to fight her, and to be honest you wanted to.

So, that’s exactly what you did. Your right arm swung through the evening breeze right into her cheek, sending her stumbling back until she’s submerged into the party crowd.

You leach forward to find her again, but you were interrupted by two big arms wrapping around your torso pulling you back abruptly.

You struggled to get out of their reach, but evidently failed. When you felt the feeling of cold metal being wrapped around your wrists, your heart stopped for a second.

Shit. It was the cops.

Turns out, moments before disaster, someone called the cops on the party. Just my luck, you thought to yourself.

Fortunately, the officer spared you the pleasure of reading your Miranda rights as he hurled you into the back of their van at the top of the beach. People stared, but you didn’t care. You just hoped they wouldn’t call your parents.

A chill ran down your spine as were escorted into a dimly lit cell in the back of the police station 20 minutes later. Despite the fact you were a little rebellious, you had never been locked in a cell before.

You winced as your fingers trailed along the red marks sprawled along your wrists, left from the hand cuffs.

Disoriented and disheveled, you sit on the lone bench in the cell, bringing your legs up to meet your chest.

As time passed, your initial fear and frustration transformed into a period of quiet reflection. You pondered your life choices as you wondered how the hell you ended up here. Although your mind was filled with regrets, you couldn’t shake the sliver of hope whispering to you that maybe something good will come out of this.

A large clang filled your ears as the jail cell opens, causing you to lift your tired head.

“Jails crowded. He’s ganna have to bunk with you” the officer says, and you then register the figure standing next to him.

A boy, who looks about 18, stands beside the officer. His head is hung high and confident despite the fact he’s about to be confined in a small cell with you. You had a feeling this wasn’t his first time.

You take in his features, gazing at his blonde locks and his muscly physique as he’s ushered in the cell.

As he comes in closer proximity to you, you begin to recognise him as one of Kiaras friends. You and kie used to be close, but drifted apart a bit when she started hanging out with the pogues all the time. Hopefully he didn’t recognise you.

“Your locking me in here with a kook? You gotta be kidding me.” He laughs, and you scoff at his rude remark.

Great, so he does knows who you are.

Before you could protest to the guard about being locked in a cell alone with a man all night, and an annoying one at that, he was gone. Surely this can’t be legal.

“How does a kook end up in here anyway? Did daddy not give you enough allowance to buy your way out today?” He says, a mocking tone present within his words as he slumps himself onto the bench next to you.

A mixed smell of weed, beer and vanilla aftershave fills your nostrils as he sits next to you, and the unfamiliarity of his presence so close to you causes you to bring your knees back down to the floor.

The blonde was a bit surprised of your lack of response to his comment, usually kooks are not afraid to knock a pogue down.

“Your wet” the boy says, trailing his eyes over your body, before focusing a bit too much on the way your bra was on display through your shirt. The mischievous glint in his voice made you feel warm inside, despite the fact that as he confirms, you were still wet.

“Thanks for that Einstein” you say in a sassy tone, rolling your eyes in the process. You then shoot him a glare as you turn your head to face him.

With his own history of daring adventures and brushes with the law, the boy couldn’t help but be drawn to your fiery and independent presence.

“Mm, sarcastic, I like it. Is that pretty little mouth of yours what got you in to trouble?” He asks.

You knew he was taunting you, pogues and kooks don’t mix. You learnt that the day kie started blowing you off for the boy currently sat beside you.

A small part of you couldn’t blame her though. As obnoxious as he was, he was very nice to look at. But for the life of you, you just couldn’t remember his name.

The blonde spent the next ten minutes pestering you about what you did to get in here, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. You knew the moment you told him he was just going to start mocking you again.

“Come on, just tell-“ the boy is interrupted as the jail cell slides open for the second time tonight, and you pray he’s not about to shove another delinquent in here.

“Y/N, your parents didn’t answer their phone, you know where they are?” The officer asks.

“they’re on vacation at the moment Sir” you lie. You knew your parents were home sleeping, but they were heavy sleepers. That, and they didn’t really care where you were most of the time. Although it did upset you sometimes, you were grateful for it in moments like this.

“JJ” the cop begins, and it comes back to you. His name is JJ.

“Don’t bother. He ain’t here” JJ says, cutting off the gaurd. You notice how his head falls down and his face screws up at the mention of what you assume is his father, and the memories all come flooding back to you.

You recall a day last summer when kie came to you crying about her friends, her words ringing in your ears as you sit in this dim cell. He hit him. JJs dad was abusive.

“Well, we’re short staffed today so I will get someone to escort you both home in the morning. Maybe this will teach you both to stop getting into fights” he says, before leaving just as quickly as he came.

Ignoring the fact that the pair of you had just been sentenced to a night together in here, you screw your eyes shut as JJs smile grows wider and wider.

“You got into a fight?”

[alipal97]

Hi could I request the smut prompts 12&18 for jj maybank. The readers John bs sister and she’s stressed from big John disappearance u can pick the rest love you stories btw

Let me Fix it(request)

Pairings: JJ Maybank x reader

Warnings: smut, MINORS DNI! 18+ ONLY!, some fluff, little bit of angst, fingering, little bit of dirty talk(not much because I got lazy😬), slight exobitionism, swearing

It had been a long, rough two weeks. Two weeks of either trying to get John B to come out of his room or you trying to snatch the bottle of whiskey that seemed to be permanently clutched in his hand. It had been about three months since your dad left but those months had been easy. You still thought your dad was alive during those months, doing what he does best. Neglecting his children and running off after gold from old pirate stories.

It wasn’t until two weeks ago when Peterkin had come knocking with a stack of papers to sign and a new guardian a.k.a Uncle Ted. John B refused to sign the papers claiming your dad was still out there somewhere and locked himself in his room. It didn’t take long before Teddy up and left, leaving you to deal with the aftermath.

Of course you were upset about the news about your dad, he was your father and you loved him, but he always connected with your brother more. They bonded over tales of sunken treasure and conspiracies that had never been proven. The day he left you had told him to grow up and stop chasing after fairytales to which he responded that you just needed to “see the bigger picture”, whatever the hell that meant.

Tonight wasn’t as bad as all the rest had been lately, Kiara had managed to get the night off and stayed to help you deal with John B. Pope and JJ did the best they could but they too had always been engrossed in your father’s stories, so when John B began to formulate the idea that he was still alive, they weren’t much help. You all sat around a fire at the Boneyard as the sun began to set over the water, listening to John B retell old stories.

“Come on, y/n.” John B pouted drunkenly at you from across the fire. He was about half a bottle of whiskey down at this point and trying to drag you into his story time. “Come on. You know this one by heart.”

You did know it by heart, dad used to tell it to the two of you every night when you were five because you refused to go to bed until he did. The story of the Royal Merchant had been your favorite but as you grew up you saw it for what it really was, a fairytale. You looked around the fire, your friends staring back at you expectantly, apparently having decided to humor your brother for the night, you shrugged your shoulders feeling the weight of your boyfriend, JJ’s, arm slung lazily over your tan shoulders.

“Sorry, I don’t really remember it.” You said picking up a twig from the ground, drawing shapes in the sand wanting nothing more than to escape the current topic of conversation.

“Of course you remember.” John B shouted incredulously. “Our dad used to have to tell it to her every night otherwise she refused to go to sleep.” He said laughing fondly at the memory of the two of you, young and innocent, sitting on your dad’s lap every night before bed. “It was one of your favorite stories, y/n/n.”

“And that’s all it was, John B!” You shouted across the blazing fire. “They were just stories! Just like the story you tell everyone about how our dad is alive and coming back to us. He’s gone, John B. He’s never coming back!”

A silence fell around the group as the last of the words fell from your lips and you instantly wished you could take them back. The look on your brother’s face, a look of heartbroken abandonment, shattered your heart. You stood from your seat on the warm sand, JJ’s arm falling from your shoulders. You looked to Kiara helplessly but she avoided your gaze awkwardly, staring at the beer can clasped in her tight grip.

“I’m-I need a minute.” You stuttered out, wanting to apologize but you knew it wouldn’t do any good if your brother was angry. You felt his stare on your back, burning holes through the back of your head as you walked off towards the water.

“I’ll go check on her.” JJ mumbled to your friends as he stood to catch up with you, dusting sand from his shorts.

You stopped at the edge of the water, the tide lightly tickling your toes as they sunk into the wet sand. You threw your head back and closed your eyes, taking a deep breathe to calm yourself. The ocean breeze blew the hair back from your shoulders and sent a slight shiver down your spine.

You felt strong arms wrap around your waist from behind as JJ rested his head on your shoulder, his face buried in the crook of your neck. You wanted to shake him off and tell him to leave you alone but you needed his presence to make you feel calm and safe. No one could calm you down quicker when you were stressed than JJ. It was one of the many reasons you love him. He began to sway you both slightly side to side in an attempt to calm you, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your hips. His thumbs grazed just below the hem of your lavender bikini bottoms, causing another shiver to travel down your spine.

“You okay, princess?” He asked, his voice muffled by your shoulder before he placed a gentle kiss on the soft skin of your throat.

You sighed deeply, not even sure if you knew the answer to his question. “Yes. No. I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” He questioned and you could practically feel his brows furrowing above his crystal blue eyes.

“I just mean-“ you paused to turn yourself in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck, “it’s been a really stressful two weeks, hell a rough couple of months and I love my brother I just wish he wouldn’t get his hopes up.”

“Hmm,” JJ hummed thoughtfully, “you know, I’m not a therapist or anything but I do know of a great stress reliever.” His hands started to travel down your back towards your barely covered ass as he spoke. You rolled your eyes which caused him to growl slightly at the sight, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass cheek.

You moved your fingers to tangle them in his messy blonde hair, tugging at it and pulling your soft body flush against his hard one. “And what exactly did you have in mind?” You asked, biting your lower lip as you looked up at him through your long lashes.

“I can tell you’re stressed, baby,” he ran his hands up your back, arching your body to give him free access to your neck, “just let me fix it.”

You let out a breathy sigh as JJ left soft kisses along your jaw, lightly nipping the soft spot just below your ear. His hands dipped below the waistband of your bottoms, massaging your bum as his kisses became more insistent. The feel of his hardening length against your stomach brought you back to reality and you lightly pushed him back, giggling at the pout forming on his pink lips.

“Did you forget that my brother and our friends are sitting not forty feet from us?” You raised your eyebrows at him, gesturing with a nod of your head towards the group around the fire. None of them seemed to be paying attention to the two of you and it looked as if John B had finally passed out drunk.

JJ responded by pulling you back against him, this time his hand making it’s way to the front of your bottoms as he whispered against the shell of your ear, “I could pull your bottoms to the side right now and no one would notice.” His long fingers pulled the slightly soaked material to the side before he ran the digits through your wet folds. JJ groaned and rested his head on your shoulder, his hot breathe tickling your neck. “All this for me?”

He inserted a long finger without warning, causing you to gasp before he covered your mouth with his own, swallowing your moans and whimpers as he inserted another finger. “I need you to be quite for me, wouldn’t want to give Kie and Pope a free show.” He brushed his thumb over your clit and you bit the inside of your cheek attempting to keep your whimpers and moans to a minimum.

JJ worked his fingers in and out of your tight center, curling his fingers expertly until he had you trembling. You came around his skilled fingers, your knees threatening to give out as you came down from your high. You were slightly less stressed and a little more satisfied but it wasn’t enough, it was never enough when it came to JJ. Without warning he picked you up by the back of your thighs and deposited you on a nearby fallen tree. The downed tree was tall enough to allow JJ to stand between your thighs, attacking your neck as he hitched your legs up around his waist.

He ground his hardened length into your sensitive core, growling slightly at the feeling and pushed harder in an attempt to create more friction. When you finally fought through the lust that was clouding your mind you rolled your hips into his and that was his undoing. JJ swiftly pulled at the strings on either side of your hips that held together the small amount of fabric that covered you. The lavender bottoms fell from your body and you barely had time to react before JJ had sheathed himself inside you. You both groaned at the feeling, your eyes rolling back as JJ stilled for a moment before slowly pulling back and re-entering you.

JJ groaned and dropped his head to your shoulder as he began to move at a steady yet torturously slow pace. “Fuck. You’re always so god damn tight. I’ve ruined this pussy so many times. How the hell are you still so tight?” He pulled back again before bucking his hips harshly into yours.

You tried your best to stifle your moans but it was impossible to keep your mouth closed and you needed both hands to hang onto JJ otherwise you would more than likely fall backwards of the fallen tree. As if he read your mind, JJ moved to cover your mouth with one hand while the other wrapped around your waist to hold you in place as he plowed into you.

His swollen cock hit just the perfect angle causing you to cry out against his palm. You could feel a tight coil building in the pit of your stomach and you knew you were close, edging closer and closer to your metaphorical peak. You attempted to speak against JJ’s hand but it just came out muffled. He pulled away for a moment to allow you to speak as you looked him directly in his eyes as whispered “harder”.

He snapped his hips forward going harder and deeper as he chased after his own climax. Your eyes fluttered shut as the coil in your stomach grew tighter and tighter with each deep thrust, threatening to burst at any second.

“Fuck, J.” You moaned out. “I’m-I’m gonna cum.”

“Open your eyes.” JJ said through staggered breaths. “I wanna see you cum, open your eyes.”

You opened your eyes and looked into his, jaw falling open as you finally tipped over the edge. You came around him, legs trembling and squeezing together as JJ fucked you through your orgasm, giving a few more thrusts before cumming with a low groan, painting your walls white.

The two of you stayed in position neither of you wanting to move. The fire across the beach had turned into nothing but glowing embers, leaving the beach pitch black around you. The two of you jumped as you heard Kiara calling to you from the other side of the beach. From the lack of disgust from her voice you could tell that it was too dark for her to see anything but your dark forms.

“JJ! Y/n!” Kiara towards you. “I’m taking John B and Pope back to the Château. You guys coming?”

You signed pushing JJ away from you, attempting to slide down from the branch and start the search for your bikini bottoms. JJ apparently had other ideas as he used his strong form to keep you in place, smirking and shaking his head at you.

“No, you guys go ahead. We’ll give everyone more time to cool off.” JJ hollered back, not breaking eye contact with you.

You heard the doors to the Twinkie shut and the sound of gravel crunching under tires as they pulled away. You turned back to look at JJ, eyebrows raised in question as he slowly kissed and sucked his way south.

“What was that all about?” You asked, trying not to get distracted by the feeling of him kissing the inside of your thighs extremely close to your sore center.

“I’m not done with you yet, princess.” JJ stated before licked a bold stripe through your wet folds.

You were in for a very long night.

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Hope this turned out the way you liked!

[stupidthingsgoodoutcomes]

🚨 JIARA KISS JIARA KISS 🚨

[teenwolfmarvel-obsessor]

Lavender Haze

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A/N: This imagine is inspired by Taylor Swift's song, Lavender Haze. I will post other imagines with songs from the Midnight's album.

Summary: Being a Kook had its perks, but it also had its downsides. You lived on the edge of Figure Eight and The Cut. Unlike most Kook parents, your parents let you live a carefree life and be friends with whomever you wanted. However, they were still set on you presenting a good image to the other Kooks. When you moved, you met Kiara and her friends. It shouldn't be surprising that you fell for the blonde surfing Pogue.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

Y/F/M: Your Favorite Meal

Warnings: Long Imagine

JJ Maybank x-reader

The ceiling fan circle around and around, a gust of wind whipping past the wooden blades. My music hummed in the background with the soft sound of crickets outside my window. I flipped on my side with my shoulder against the mattress. In bold red lettering, my clock read 12:30 am.

Every night for the past few months, JJ had been sneaking into my room to see me. I had told him multiple times that my parents didn't mind him going through the front door, but he said that coming in through the window was more fun. I sat up in my bed to check my phone.

No messages from JJ, only one from Kiara about a funny TikTok she saw. I leaned back in my bed as I scrolled through my Instagram feed. A couple seconds passed until a knock came from the window beside my bed. JJ sat there with a smile.

I practically hopped off the bed to open the window. He stepped in, trying to keep his balance. "Sorry, I'm a few minutes late. John B couldn't find his phone and decided to tear the whole chateau apart," JJ said. I closed the window before joining him on the bed.

"Couldn't you have just called it?" I suggested. "Yeah, but he had it on silent for some odd reason," JJ replied. I chuckled as the two of us fell into a comfortable silence. He laced his hand with mine, running a thumb on the side of my palm. "You ever notice that your ceiling always shakes like it's going to fall?" he mentioned.

Meet me at midnight Staring at the ceiling with you Oh, you don't ever say too much And you don't really read into My melancholia

I turned to him with my brows furrowed, keeping down a laugh. He shifted his position, so he was on his side. "Now, why would you say that? Because now all I'm going to think about is my fan falling on me in the middle of the night," I replied. He let go of my hand, raising his arms in defense.

He sat up in my bed with his eyes settling on the view behind my house. My house was close to the water, perfectly positioned in front of the docks of other houses. I often would stay up just to see the moon sit above the dark blue waters.

Sometimes, I'd even do an all-nighter just to watch the sunrise. My head comfortably rested on JJ's shoulders, our hands still intertwined. I looked up at him and admired how the moon landed on his skin, illuminating his little sun freckles.

In the past, I never really had good relationships, not counting that one fling with Kelce in middle school. JJ knew that this whole relationship was new to me. I wasn't used to someone being there for me 24/7.

I've been under scrutiny You handle it beautifully All this shit is new to me

JJ must've felt my gaze. He turned away from the view to catch my eyes. "What?" he said. "Nothin," I responded, bringing my attention to the water. A few boats would coast by, which was normal. Sometimes a few reckless and adventurous Kooks - or Pogues - would spend all night on the water.

My friends and I occasionally do that, but Pope usually declines, given his parent's strict curfew schedule. "Were you looking at me again?" he said. "Looking at you? I always look at you," my attention was still on the window.

He sighed before setting a finger underneath my chin. JJ brought my focus back to him. Now, I noticed the limited space between us. JJ kept his finger underneath my chin before bringing his lips to mine. The same hand went to the side of my face.

I felt my stomach do flips at the feeling of his lips on mine. We've shared moments like these several times, but this is the first time it has felt like this. I couldn't keep my smile from going away when we pulled away for a pause. "So, since you're a Kook," JJ said.

"I'm not a Kook," I replied, "I'm a...."

"A Pook," he finished. I sat up in my spot, tilting my head in confusion. He chuckled at my expression. "What the hell is a 'Pook'?" I said. "It's a Pogue and Kook. You know, a Pook," he clarified. I shook my head in amusement and laid back down, now resting on his chest. He kissed my head until the two of us fell asleep.

I feel a lavender haze creeping up on me. So real, I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say No deal, the 1950s shit they want from me I just wanna stay in that lavender haze

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(Later the next day)

This morning, I had to leave JJ's arms to take an early shift at The Wreck with Kiara. Kiara and I stood side by side as we refilled the napkin dispensers and condiment trays. We had about fifteen minutes before the restaurant opened up.

It usually wasn't busy in the morning, but when the clock strikes 12:00, The Wreck gets really busy. "And he spent the night? Yet, you never told him?" Kie mentioned, following me as I set one of the silver dispensers at a booth.

I nodded and went back to our station. Kiara and Sarah were the only ones in our group who knew I loved JJ. Pope and John B were aware of my relationship with JJ, but they didn't know how I truly felt. Kiara sighed and finished filling the last bit of the napkins. She started working on adding the condiments to some of the trays.

"I just," I paused, "I'm worried that if I say something, it won't end well."

She nodded and handed me two trays. Kiara pointed to the other side of the restaurant. "I mean, that thing with Kelce in middle school and then Thomas freshmen year doesn't help," she said, "And, what makes you think JJ would make fun of you for telling him?" She grabbed one of the trays from me. "I don't think that. It's the anxiety and overthinker side of me that's thinking that," I replied.

My best friend chuckled and nodded her head in agreement. I married the two bottles of ketchup, making sure they were even. Kiara leaned against the table with her arms crossed. "Just skip the 'l love you part' and get married. God, it's like watching two feral cats fight over a piece of salmon," Kiara commented.

All they keep asking me Is if I'm gonna be your bride The only kind of girl they see is a one-night or a wife.

I looked at her with my mouth agape, trying to think of a response to her terrible analogy. Kiara trailed her eyes away from the floor to look at me. "Wha-what did you just say?" I chuckled between each word. She shoved my shoulder and went back to her job. "You know what I meant," Kiara replied. She sent me a look, preventing me from saying anything.

Her parents walked out of the doors of the kitchen. They looked around to check our progress. Mrs. Carrera noticed the two of us were laughing together. "Girls, could one of you go change the toilet paper and towels in the bathroom?" she questioned.

"I can do it," I set the tray at one of the empty tables. Kiara laughed to herself, remembering the stupid comment she had made. Mrs. Carrera cleared her throat, which caught her daughter's attention. I escaped into the bathroom, still laughing.

As I set a new paper towel in the bathroom, and some toilet paper in each stall, I couldn't get the talk with Kiara out of my head. My phone rang from my back pocket. JJ's profile popped up on my screen:

Mr. JJ Maybank: Hey! How's your shift going?

Me: Pretty good. Kiara compared me to a feral cat, so...

Mr. JJ Maybank: What? 😂

Me: It's a long story. What are you doing?

Mr. JJ Maybank: John B needed my help to clean the boat.

Me: By helping him, you mean watching him do all the work and saying he missed a spot.

Mr. JJ Maybank: Shhh, go back to work, Y/N/N.

I sent him a 'middle finger' Bitmoji before stepping out of the bathroom. Kiara was sweeping the dining area with a glum look on her face. I guess her mom tasked her with cleaning when she saw us laughing.

"Feral cats," I muttered when I walked past her.

She reached over and tapped me on the back of the leg with the spikey broom. I lunged at her as if I could fight her. "Oh, I'm so scared," she said. I rolled my eyes and grabbed the cleaning spray and some paper towels to wipe down the tables and windows.

A couple hours passed, and The Wreck was busy as usual. I balanced a tray of food on my way to a table outside. It was nice to feel the bright sun on my skin, immediately warming me up. "I've got a plate of fried shrimp, curly fries, and a small side of corn salad," I handed the plate to the little girl, "And crab cakes with potato wedges and coleslaw." I set the plate down in front of the girl's father.

"Can I get you two anything else?" I asked, tucking the tray underneath me. "Yes. Could we get some more napkins and one of the Lobster Bibs?" the man asked. "Of course, I'll be right back with those," I said. I dropped the tray off with the rest of them and grabbed some extra napkins and one of the bibs from the kitchen.

The man thanked me when I handed them the things he asked for. Today felt more busy than usual, I've already had three people ask me for things that weren't on the menu and an older woman asking for a nonalcoholic drink that we didn't offer.

"Hey, Y/N, table three was asking for you, by the way," George, another server, said. "Okay. Anything specific?" I asked, grabbing a pen from the stand. He shrugged and went back to the kitchen.

I sighed, thinking of endless possibilities as to what the table wanted. I hadn't served them, so who knew what they wanted. My worried demeanor was replaced when John B, Pope, Sarah, and JJ sat at the table. "Hey, what're you guys doing here?" I asked, setting my notepad into the pocket of my apron.

"Kiara said you two were having a tough shift. So, we figured we'd come and visit," Sarah said, smiling. I smiled and thanked them. "She's not wrong," I said.

"When do you and Kie have your lunch break?" JJ asked, reaching over to lace his hand with mine. I checked my watch. "In about twenty minutes," I answered. "We can wait," John B said.

I thanked my thoughtful friends and went back to my other tables. Twenty minutes felt like twenty hours. Kiara and I sat with the boys outside, away from the customers. We had snuck some food out of the kitchen. JJ and I shared a plate of Y/F/M with a side of fries.

John B went on a tangent about JJ not helping with the HMS Pogue. My boyfriend claimed he saw a 'huge ass spider' and refused to step foot onto the boat. JJ's fear of spiders was something neither of us could speak about.

"It was big, okay? You'd be scared if you had seen it," JJ said, his hand resting around the back of my chair. "Oh, yeah, I'm sure tough guy," Sarah scoffed and rolled her eyes. Our lunch breaks were usually around thirty minutes, sometimes forty if Kiara's parents were feeling generous. Since it was busy today, we probably wouldn't get a forty-minute lunch.

I opened my mouth to speak but was rudely interrupted by someone. Thomas Collins joined in on our conversation. This was the same Thomas that I dated my Freshmen year. He's one of those guys that won't take no for answer. I didn't realize that until four months into our 'relationship'.

JJ took his arm off my shoulders to set a hand on my thigh. "How's my favorite crew doing?" Thomas asked with a sly smirk. "We're doing okay, thanks," Pope replied. Sarah took a sip of her Lemonade, trying her best to ignore Thomas' presence.

"So. JJ, Y/N. How're you two doing? Can't help but see you two are enjoying yourselves," Thomas said. Despite our hints, he grabbed a chair from a nearby table and sat with us. I discreetly checked the time on my watch.

Thankfully, Kiara and I only had ten minutes left of our lunch break. Kiara looked over her shoulder, trying to find her dad or mom. "Have you gotten bored of her yet?" Thomas continued, "Does she still do that thing where she'll ask you to help her with something? Because she'd do that all the time, it would get so f-"

I drowned out his statements, watching him move his mouth in an obnoxious tone. JJ ran a hand up and down my leg. I noticed Kiara would glance at her watch and then at me. During this whole conversation, I hadn't noticed that JJ wasn't paying any attention to Thomas.

Which was weird. He'd do anything to threaten any guy who spoke badly about me. I looked at JJ to find him with his eyes already on me. He reassured me that everything was going to be okay, he wasn't listening to Thomas one bit.

I find it dizzying They're bringing up my history But you aren't even listening

Thomas leaned back in the chair with crossed arms. I hoped the chair would break from underneath him, and he'd humiliate himself. "Y/N and I have to finish our shift," Kiara cut the conversation short. JJ grabbed my hand and led me out of the chair. "Thomas, why don't you come out with us?" Sarah offered. "We'll show you around The Cut, take you to our favorite places," John B added.

My ex-boyfriend glanced at the two and then at JJ, standing before me. "No. I think I'll stay here, keep Y/N and Kie some company," Thomas denied. "Now," JJ's voice was tense. Kiara took me from JJ before things escalated. We went to the counter and clocked back in.

"You okay?" she asked. I nodded and tied my apron around my back. Kiara handed me my notepad, setting her own into the pocket. "I'm alright. I really thought we were gonna witness a Kook vs. Pogue battle," I responded.

"Yeah, me too."

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(Later)

I stepped out of the shower and changed into a pair of clothes. My best friend sat on my bed, flipping through her TikTok feed. "Any word from the gang?" I set my bag beside the bedroom door. Kiara sat up in my bed with her cell phone in hand.

"Yeah. I told them we'd head over to Chateau when you were done getting ready."

She set her phone down, grabbing her sandals from the side of the bed. I slipped my shoes on. "Are you okay after what happened earlier?" Kiara stood up from the bed. "I'm fine. Thomas' comments don't get to me anymore," I slipped my arm into the strap of my tote bag.

Kiara nodded. We hopped into my car and drove to the chateau, listening to Taylor Swift's new album. Taylor Swift was the number one artist that just the two of us listened to.

The boys hated it. Well, Pope didn't mind listening to her music. We often joke that he is a die-hard Swifty. When I pulled into the Chateu, John B and Sarah were sitting in the hammock while JJ and Pope were passing a football back and forth.

"Let's hope hanging out with Thomas didn't go haywire," Kiara said. I chuckled, stepping out of the car with my bag in hand. Pope caught the football before it fell to the ground. JJ was the first to greet Kiara and me.

He fist-bumped Kiara before bringing me in for a hug. JJ wouldn't let me go until we sat down on the hammock, stealing John B and Sarah's spot. John B stepped into the chateu to get some beers for everyone. "So, what happened to Thomas?" Kiara asked.

She sat down beside Pope on one of the benches. John B came out with the drinks. "Let's just say he won't be bothering us anytime soon," he handed me a beer. "What did you guys do?" I twisted the bottle cap off.

"Oh, you know, just told him that he's a terrible human being, and we that we saw him and his gf doin' it in the Cameron's pool," JJ smirked. "That'll do it," Kiara commented, tossing John B the bottle cap.

He caught it and dropped it into a trash bag beside him. I looked at Sarah when JJ said what they did. "That was the first time I heard anything about that," she said. JJ put his arm around my shoulder, bringing me to his chest.

I feel a lavender haze creeping up on me. So real, I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say No deal, the 1950s shit they want from me I just wanna stay in that lavender haze That lavender haze

I felt his lips linger on the top of my head before pulling away. "So, what did Thomas do when you threatened him?" I asked. "Well, he did try to square up, but apparently, the boys are intimidating," Sarah replied. "Apparently?" Pope leaned forward to look at Sarah. She ignored his glance, finishing off her drink.

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(Later)

As the night grew, I began to regret not bringing a jacket with me. John B started a fire a little while as the sun began to set. "Hey, your jacket's in my room if you wanted me to get it," JJ said. "I'll get it. I need to go to the bathroom anyways," I replied.

He nodded. I got up from the hammock, slipping my phone into my shorts pocket. "Could you grab me a water?" Sarah handed me her empty can of beer. "Yeah. Does anyone else need anything?" I offered. They all shook their heads.

I stepped into the guest room and found my jacket hanging on the bedpost. I could still hear my friends talking when I stepped into the kitchen. The fridge didn't offer much, but I was able to find water for myself and Sarah. As I walked back outside, I heard my name mentioned a few times, either by Kiara or Sarah.

Talk your talk and go viral I just need this love spiral Get it off your chest Get it off my desk

Sarah thanked me as I handed her a water bottle. I joined JJ on the hammock. "Hey, could I talk to you for a second?" he asked. "Sure," I replied. JJ took my hand, leading me over to the dock. The group whistled as we walked where the boat was tied. I looked over my shoulder to spot Kiara and Sarah giving me a thumbs-up.

JJ and I stood side by side. The sun was beginning to set above the marsh, creating a beautiful orange and pink glow on the water. JJ leaned against the dock with his hands resting on the wooden bar. I watched him as he thought to himself. "You okay?" I asked, noticing him playing with his bracelets.

His eyes darted from the water and then up to the long grass. I set a hand on top of his wrist, gaining his attention. "Do you ever start thinking of someone while you’re walking or doing something random, and you start smiling uncontrollably because you’ve got that certain someone on your mind?" he spoke.

I feel a lavender haze creeping up on me. So real, I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say No deal, the 1950s shit they want from me I just wanna stay in that lavender haze

I nodded in response. JJ sighed and turned to look at me; he leaned against the docks pillar. "You're..." he looked back at the group (GIF Above), "You're that person I think about constantly." I smiled. The same round of butterflies that happened earlier sprouted. "This whole feelings thing, it's still kind of new to me," he said.

"Me too," I nodded, looking out at the horizon. My mind reminded me of the conversation between Kiara and my thoughts that were rotating. Better say it now before I completely disregard it.

"JJ, I love you," I blurted. It took him a second to look away from the water to me. I hesitated to look up from the ground. The corners of JJ's lips lifted. "Really?" his brows rose. "Yeah," my voice was soft as I spoke. He let out a relieved sigh. JJ wrapped his arms around me.

I already knew that the group was going to have a field day. Hell, I bet they already are. They've got a good view of the dock. "I love you too," JJ said. His grip on me tightened when I rested my head on his chest.

Get it off your chest Get it off my desk That lavender haze I just wanna stay in that lavender haze

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[pixiexdusts-world]

Incorrect quote

Y/n: I love murder mysteries!

Rafe, trying to impress y/n while being dead serious: I’ve been a suspect in four murder cases.

[bomikalover]

yess mega thumbs down and middle fingers up to jiara !!!! let jj and pope be gay and in love

Agreeddddd (also down for my fav throuple JJclope (JJ, Cleo, and Pope!!) that way cleope doesn’t get broken up and we get JJpope which we should have gotten and JJcleo which was pushed aside cuz of angry threats from certain “fans”)

[sarhcameron]

"pope will be miserable over jiara" and then this is pope

[poge-life]

Chase just got the crap kicked out of him on like the span of 30 minutes 😭

[nightskyye]

so the treasure aspect of this season didn't really interest me, probably because of big john atleast not in the way i was invested in the royal merchant or even the cross. and i do think a really big part of it was the pogues being separated. they didn't feel like a unit anymore, it was just the pogues vs the johns.

but i also think this seasons treasure was like too extravagant if that makes sense. a bigger vite than they could swallow. because really its in south america, a whole other continent. when obx has always been this group of friends trying to find a treasure. not a wholeass city. but i think blackbeard is a step in the right direction. its so much more tangible yk? like it could be right off their shore somewhere. and i wont lie im lowkey intrigued already.

[crazy-together-cambria]

they knew what they were doing.

[mggssocks]

Insta au where Your and Drew’s relationship is very private and no one is suspecting of it until Maddy (Bailey) posts a picture of you in her obx bts dump and then everything goes haywire. ( jaz_sinclair on Instagram as face claim)

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madisonbaileybabe kiddos

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obxfan332 HELP I thought slide two was you

yourinstagram what a time

↳ chasefan937 are you a new character?

carlaciagrant i think someone stole my designer viser

↳ madelyncline ‘twas me

baileyfan166 anyone else confused on who slide two is?

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yourinstagram happy

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drewstarkey me too

* liked by yourinstagram

hichasestokes me three

↳ madisonbaileybabe 😭😭

obxfan11 omg i found her

↳ drewfan119 you’re a whole detective LMAO

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obxfanupdates drew via his story which is now deleted!! (this was probably meant for his close friends)

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drewfan02 well we know why she’s involved with the cast now.

rudyfan742 who is she?

↳ obxfan239 she’s @//yourinstagram

drewfan072 so? this could quite literally mean what it says.

↳ clinefan176 me when I’m delusional

obxfan173 everyone is hating but she’s so pretty and the both seem happy.

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yourinstagram days like these

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drewstarkey I would like my picture credit

↳ yourinstagram it would’ve ruined the aesthetic of the caption sorry :(

↳ drewfan189 ngl ur so real for that

drewfan026 can u move

↳ obxfan177 he doesn’t want you. stop harassing this poor girl.

drewfan83 he chose you??? LMAO

↳ madisonbaileybabe and why would he chose you?

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obxfan516 she can back up

↳ drewfan51 as if he would go to you if she did 😭

drewfan10 wtf she’s private now

↳ baileyfan12 bc people were being rude and harassing her

obxfan24 I feel so bad for her I wish y’all would let them be happy

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I’ll probably do a part two to this but with a happier ending like the Rowan one lol. Lmk if you want it

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Some Random OBX3 Thoughts and Opinions (full spoilers)

This whole season was on crack. It was fucking wild and I loved it

Put me on Poguelandia. That was so sweet. I want to see what that month looked like, I want to experience that with them

I wanted to see more Wheezie :(

I'm sorry but Big John was so annoying, tryna keep the Pogues out of the loop after they've already been through all this shit

Pope and Cleo are super cute, very sweet relationship. The way she's always teasing him? The fact that his parents immediately love her? Immaculate

What they did with Ward this season was... interesting. I will say though, I'm okay with that being the way he goes out. I'm glad he's actually dead now

Rafe × Barry is alive and well

Topper interlude:

Topper really should have got a clue. Sarah moved on babes, you should move on too

I really thought we were on our way to a Topper redemption arc when he helped them with the train robbery - and I was super happy with that - BUT OH BOY WAS I WRONG

Topper deserved to get his shit rocked by John B. His little snarky comments are absolutely a punchable offence

Everyone was freaking out about John B punching Topper while he was down and I think everyone forgot that Topper literally tried to DROWN JOHN B in season 1

HE BURNED DOWN THE CHATEU!?!? HE WAS PISSED AT SARAH SO HE DECIDED TO ATTEMPT TO MURDER SIX PEOPLE!?!? THAT'S NOT JUST PETTY THAT'S PSHYCHOPATHIC

On the other hand, Sarah should have really just let that boy have some peace and stop stringing him along. Like, I get it it was for the greater good and maybe it was their only option but it was still a bit mean (not that I cared much after Topper attempted to commit SEXTUPLE MURDER BY ARSON)

Sarah was so wrong for kissing Topper. You get in one fight with your boyfriend and you run back to your ex? After everything you've gone through? Weak

When Rafe melted down the cross I died a little inside bro that was so upsetting

SOMEONE GET RAFE SOME THERAPY JESUS CHRIST

Jiara. Was. Great. The looks, the hugs, the lingering moments, the slow build up to the final payoff. Loved it

Jiara's first kiss! Idk if this is controversial but I loved that they had an audience cheering when they kissed, it felt like a little inside joke with the fandom. Like a little "wink wink nudge nudge, we know this is how you at home are feeling rn"

Bit harsh that John B got his dad back just for him to actually die, but at least he got to say goodbye this time

18 month time skip? What happened in that time? What did they do with the gold and how did they get everyone to believe their stories? What happend with the charges Topper filed against John B? How did Rafe react to Ward's death? What about Rose and Wheezie, what did they do? The Pogues are still minors (before the time skip at least) and like half of them don't have legal guardians, I know they're rich now but how did they sort that out?

HOW DARE MIKE AND ANNA SIT IN THE FRONT ROW SMILING AND CLAPPING AS IF THEY DIDN'T TRY TO STOP KIARA FROM ACHIEVING THIS EVERY SINGLE STEP OF THE WAY AND SHIT ON ALL OF HER FRIENDS IN THE PROCESS

ARE WE SERIOUSLY ENDING WITH A BLACKBEARD NAMEDROP?? ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?!? When I say I sat in silence and laughed for a full two minutes after that ending, omg