#i thought it was some obx thing cause I know you like that show idk but now I get it!!

[ethereal-maia]

I SAVE YOU A SEAT AND THEN YOU SAY YOU WANNA STAND

SO YOULL LOSE ME

THE BEST YOU EVER HAD

IN THE HISTORY

THE HISTORY OF MAN

@bloody-mf-bsc hii guess what my favorite song on the album is

[appocalipse]

I haven't even watched s3 of obx bc I knew they would make Jiara a thing that killed the show for me. It's a bit like ST where everyone gets to cross date but are still bffs at the end of the day. Like Kie and Pope dating at first, Pope and JJ being best friends I just know realistically Pope would feel hurt by Jiara, but it's never going to be addressed, you know. Plus, I don't even see Kiara as heterosexual. She screams closet lesbian to me, lol. Also, what is it in shows that make found family friendships into everyone likes each other romantically, but there is no drama?

And you're right. JJ got the Steve treatment this season where his entire plot revolved around his love life and nothing else. Ugh, both my boys suffered so much, and after s4 of ST, I couldn't sit through another show where my fav was being treated that way again.

I loved s1 soo much. s2 was already a bit meh but tolerable, but s3 I just knew I wouldn't like. As soon as they started to lose focus on the characters and included ridiculous heist plots, it was over. Maybe I'll give it a chance, but idk if I'm strong enough (lmao that sounds so dramatic)

YES! Kiara absolutely screams closet lesbian to me too! Especially after the way Pope and Kiara "broke up", I honestly thought like, okay, now it's finally going to happen. And it would have felt way more realistic to me if she started to slowly realize who she really is from that moment on. It would have been a much, much better storyline too! Like, her parents, how the Pogues would react, all the things that would have been interesting to watch, much more interesting than good old "rich character A falls for poor troubled character B, who thinks they're not good enough".

I think they did us dirty. Kiara shared at least a kiss with each of the boys in the group, and that always bothered me cause now it seems like the writers were kind of just testing the waters to see which ship the fans liked best to go with that. Jiara has no chemistry in season 3, it feels like a bad fan fiction to me.

Some people say Kiara and John B was never a thing, but s1 Kiara definitely gave off the vibe she liked John B as more than friends, definitely. Even the way she was so against John B bringing Sarah into the group was written in a way that gave that impression all the time.

Season 3 is an absolute nightmare. Not only because of Jiara, but the ridiculous plots they decided to explore. Season 1 was good because yeah, they were teenagers trying to bite off way more than they could chew, so everything they did had consequences. It didn't feel so unrealistic as it does now. John B and JJ got arrested. Pope had to decide between college or helping his friends multiple times, and in the end not everything was okay because of that. I actually loved how the show kept telling them nope, you're just kids, you're not going to outsmart the police or a filthy rich grown man.

Sorry, this ended up way too long, lol. But thank you so much for this Sandra, I honestly need to get this off my chest 🫠 love u.

[sun-undone]

I personally would’ve thought you were an actual Director yourself by the way you articulate  the show and break down each scene, character development, and even the music scoring!

Some of my highlights from your podcast:

- Your character breakdown analysis on Rafe

- you calling Ward out on his BS kills me ever time 😂

- and you for-seeing  JJ and kiara relationship 🤯 I would’ve never saw the subtle hints in season two but then again, I am a guy lol

 I can’t wait to hear your thoughts on Big John!

I am a true fan of your commentary.

oh my gosh this is incredibly kind idk how to even receive a compliment like this anskskajzjajs i am most definitely not a director or screenwriter or anyone even adjacent to that, i really just try my very best to look deeper into everything that interests me and have consumed a ton of fanfic and metas about the show that definitely inform my own interpretations, but THANK YOU!!

rafe and jj are for sure two of the most interesting characters on obx in my opinion, so analyzing them comes so easily just cause i can’t help but look into literally every thing they do and say. i’ve done some supplemental research about coping mechanisms and trauma for jj (and honestly just cause i love psychology) but i have barely even scratched the surface!! i’m always down for a deep dive on them or really any of these characters

ward is a shit but also complex too, topper is really the one i think i hate on the most ansksjsnsjzjs

and the jiara stuff i really cannot take even half the credit for!!!!! there are so many amazing brains in the fandom that have analyzed the shit out of their relationship progression, and while i try to give credit as much as possible when i know i’m taking a thought directly from someone else’s meta, i’m sure there are things that i’ve talked about that i don’t even realize have been influenced by a fic i’ve read or a gif set i’ve seen. the jiara tumblr fandom will never fail to amaze me and i thank you for giving me this opportunity to give them all the praise!!! so many of them have been here since the very beginning when they really had to analyze every pixel, so none of us could’ve done it without them.

ANYWAY sorry for going on a massive tangent i just love this community so much and feel so lucky to be a part of it in the way that i am and i also just feel like i need to give them as much credit as i possibly can cause without them, the pod probably wouldn’t exist in the first place (even though i kept it a secret from them for months but that’s not important)

thank you thank you thank you for this lovely message and for sharing your support!!! i love hearing your commentary! opening up conversations through the pod is actually the best

[browneyedbeauty5725]

My more in depth thoughts on OBX S3

I will admit I skipped through a lot of parts of each episode cause I literally could not care less about Big John and his treasure. I genuinely wish they hadn’t brought him back cause they had this build up of what an amazing dad he was supposed to be just to show he was actually a pretty shitty one. Like the storyline they were going with in the beginning where the whole reason John B was looking for this treasure was to honor his dad was great and then they kinda ruined it.

JIARA, what can I say other than finally lol. Some people feel like it was rushed, some people felt like it fell flat, and others loved it. Frankly I loved it. It was so them. One I think it was never going to live up to any of our expectations cause their build up was so amazing especially considering it was very unintentional in the beginning and we all built up the moment they finally got together in our heads.JJ showing her that you know what forget Big John,forget the treasure, you’re what’s important to me I will come for you every single time was amazing. And Kie being the one to say I love you first, when one John b n pope came at her and two because it’s JJ and emotions are hard for him being vulnerable is hard for him was just so important. For her to be the one to be like I know this is hard for you and I know you don’t think you deserve it but I love you and I’m choosing you was important. And just the enormity of JJ being able to say it back in a room full of people no less. And as for it being rushed if there had been more than 10 episodes yea ok maybe but there weren’t so them getting together in episode 9 along with the two previous seasons of build up was played out perfectly. And I loved Pope kinda being the first one to really acknowledge that something was going on. He’s listening to JJ say nothing happened and is just like you can say that all you want but what I walked in on was not nothing.

Fuck Kie’s parents. Like don’t get me wrong it did seem at first that her mom was genuinely trying but then she just gave up and went back to being the same as she always was. And don’t even get me started on Kie’s dad. Like I hate people who forget where they came from just because they end up successful. Like excuse me sir once upon a time you were just like those boys. And i can’t remember if it’s canon or just something we all made up in fanfics but it’s like they don’t realize they are doing the same thing Anna’s parents did to her. Kie isn’t throwing away any of what they are trying to give her. She can still have a good successful life and still hang out with the pogues. The only way she loses that is if her parents cut her off.

I love Cleo and Pope and his family. I love them together. Their chemistry is amazing. And I love how Heyward is as exasperated with all the pogues behavior like Kie’s parents but he’s handling it the right way. He doesn’t like it but he knows they are gonna do it anyway and he understands that he can either be as supportive as he can or he can risk losing his relationship with his son.

And honestly I’m just kinda over Sarah and John B. Like what was the point of her cheating and like when Kie his best friend is like we can’t trust her in season one John B is all too bad but suddenly the dad who abandoned him is like we can’t trust anyone else he’s just suddenly willing to lie to Sarah and then throw her trauma over her family in her face. I loved the relationship in the beginning but now every time I rewatch the show I’m just like go away. And maybe this is cause the actors broke up idk but the chemistry between the characters just isn’t there for me anymore. Their storyline has just become really tiring for me.

Idk how I feel about the time jump cause of all the things we probably won’t get to see but at the same time I am ready to see them as young adults. Overall though it was a pretty good season.

[cherryobx]

I should’ve seen the pain//Drew Starkey x reader

requested?: yessss “Can you do something about your first fight with Drew? I wanna know what he'd be like in a fight/argument cuz he just seems so baby and soft and I can't see him get angry, but then he's so the type to forget about it and comfort you when he sees he's made you cry. Also think he would let you go to bed angry with each other. Could you maybe turn this into a fic or something please?”

A/N: i wrote it a tiny bit differently that the request but i hope you still like it

summary: your first argument/fight with Drew

warnings: angst, a few curse words, grammar mistakes probably, my bad writing ig idk

WC: 1075

(NOT MY GIF, CREDS TO THE OWNER!!!)

You knew what you got yourself into when you started dating Drew Starkey. You knew the risks and all the ups and downs of it. And you also knew it wasn’t going to be easy.

One of the problems was that Drew’s work schedule was inconsistent and it made it hard for you and Drew to find the time to spend some time together. Sometimes you felt like he was prioritizing his career over you. 

Of course, you were proud of him and where he was now, but he focused so much on his work that he barely had time for you.

And it upset you. He left early in the morning even before you woke up and came home late at night when you were already asleep.

You were the type of person that kept all of their problems to themselves. You didn’t like to talk about your feelings that much because you felt like you were annoying everyone around you.

Yet again, you found yourself alone at home, sitting on the couch, a random tv-show playing on tv. You didn’t pay much attention to it though. Your mind and thoughts were elsewhere.

You missed Drew. So much. It was one of those nights where you needed him the most. Honestly, you weren’t feeling that great. All the stress from your own work was building upon you and you just wanted to be between the arms of the man you loved the most.

You left him a few text messages, not bothering to call. He wouldn’t have answered.

You sat on the couch for hours until your eyes just couldn’t stay open anymore.

The next morning you woke up to the sound of the front door opening and closing. You weren’t sure if Drew had just arrived home or gone to work. Looking at the alarm clock next to your bed, it was almost 8 a.m. You had to be at work in an hour.

So you got out of bed and got dressed for the day. You brushed your teeth, made your hair look presentable, and put on some light makeup to cover up the dark circles around your eyes from the lack of sleep.

When you were done getting ready you made your way to the kitchen to make some breakfast for yourself.

“Hey, darling!” Drew greeted you, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

You didn’t say anything back to him and continued making your breakfast.

“I got your messages. You want to talk about it?” 

You shook your head. “Not anymore.”

“Are you sure?” he asked again. You knew he was worried about you but it was a bit too late now.

“If you don’t mind, I’m running late for work. Please let go of me.” Hearing you say these last words to him, broke his heart. He just wanted to help.

He let go of you and took a step back to give you some space.

“Have I done something wrong?”

You turned around to look at him dead in the eye. “Have you, Drew?”

“Please just tell me, so I can fix this.”

“Tell you what? That I barely get to see you anymore? That I have to go to sleep alone every fucking night? That I don’t know anything about your whereabouts? That I’ve been feeling like shit recently and you haven’t been there for me? Huh? Is that what you want to hear? I feel like we’re not even in a relationship anymore. And it’s breaking me, Drew.”

“I know that I’m barely home but what do you expect me to do? Quit my job? Y/N, you know it isn’t that easy.” He slammed his hand on the kitchen table, making you flinch. 

His facial expressions softened when he saw the tears rolling down your cheeks. “Y/n-” He tried to come closer to you and hug you put you toom a step back.

“I don’t want you to quit your job. Maybe come home earlier sometimes or take a day off. I’m just asking you to be here for me when I need you.”

And with that, you rushed past him.

The whole day at work you couldn’t get your mind off of the argument you had in the morning. It was eating you alive. It was your first argument with Drew.

The words that were said that morning were tearing you apart.

Arriving at home in the evening, you were surprised to see Drew there.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, dropping your purse onto the couch.

“Can’t I be in my own house anymore?” he asked sarcastically.

You crossed your arms on your chest. “You know what I meant.”

“I came home early today. Just like you asked me to. You should be happy.”

You scoffed. “I should be happy? Are you fucking mental? Screw this, I’m leaving.”

Picking your purse off the couch and turning around, you started making your way back towards the front door.

But Drew wasn’t going to let you leave. He was faster than you, so he ran in front of you and stood in front of the door.

“Get out of my way, please.”

“No.”

“Drew,” you said in a warning tone.

“I’m not letting you leave. I want to fix this. Fix us.”

“Let. Me. Go.”

“No.”

You started hitting him in the chest with your fists, but he didn’t even move an inch.

That’s when you broke down again and started sobbing uncontrollably. Drew wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against him. You cried into his chest, making the front of his shirt wet.

“I can’t take this anymore,” you sobbed.

“I’m so sorry. This is all my fault. I should’ve been home more. I should’ve seen the pain that you were in. The pain that I was causing. I can’t express to you how sorry I am.”

“I’m sorry too. For saying all those things in the morning. I should’ve just not said anything.”

“No, don’t be sorry. This is all entirely my fault. I’m sorry for causing all of this.”

He placed a small kiss on top of your head and pulled you even closer to him if it was possible.

“We should both take a few days off. What do you think?” he asked.

You moved your head a bit so you could look him in the eyes and give him a small smile.

“I’d love that.”

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[maysbanks]

are you bored yet. (jj maybank)

hey everyone ! basically this is my first time writing for jj, or anyone from obx in general. this is a side acc from my main acc that i made purely bc this fic idea came to me when watching obx and after listening to the wallows on repeat for weeks. idk i just thought the song was kinda fitting for jj, and im a sucker for soft ! jj with a friends to lovers arc, so here this is. it's quite a long one btw, the words just kept flowing so i apologise in advance. also i have a few more fic ideas based off some songs so if you like this and are interested in more pls let me know ! im probably gonna be writing a lot more for this boy bc i adore him. anyways i hope u enjoy !

warnings: features swearing, mention of sex, underage drinking, drug use and violence.

summary: based lightly off the song 'are you bored yet?' by the wallows ft clairo, reader and jj delve deeper into their relationship, taking the steps further into becoming something more than best friends. however worries and doubts begin to plague their minds, as they fear their relationship of becoming just a memory.

( gif isn't mine! please let me know if it's yours so i can credit you. )

"What are you doing later?" You looked towards Kie who'd directed the question towards you, her eyes squinting from the sun that was grinning down at your forms from where you were both seated on the sand.

"Dunno," you shrugged your shoulders. "Probably hanging out with J or something."

Kiara scoffed, a mocking look taking over the features of her face as her head turned towards yours, your eyebrows raising at the sly smirk on her lips. "What?" You questioned, narrowing your eyes when all she did was laugh. You shifted in your place, body moving from laying on your back to on your stomach, figuring it was about time to switch positions for your tan anyway. "Seriously Kie, what're you laughing about?"

She shifted along with you, only laying on her right side so she could face you head on, her hand propping her head up from the ground. She was still grinning. "JJ," she said simply. You raised your eyebrows at her once more, seemingly not understanding what she was trying to get at. "What's going on with you two?" Kie pushed on when you didn't respond, her own eyebrows inching further up her forehead.

In the distance you could hear the boys' screams, their commotion coming from the water you had passed on entering. You could hear JJ taunting John B from where you lay, Pope laughing along, and the splashes that you could only assume were also coming from them. You never spared them a glance, though from the corner of your eye could see their figures and indeed the loud splashes of water were coming from them, and you were certain JJ was holding John B underneath the water.

"Nothing's going on," you said in response to Kie's question, rolling your eyes playfully at her exclaim of 'oh c'mon!'. "What? It's the truth. Nothing is going on, not really."

Kie furrowed her brows. "What do you mean by 'not really'? Did something happen between you two?" She prodded.

You shrugged, because in all honesty you couldn't say much of anything about your relationship with JJ. You were just as unsure about it all as Kie and more than likely the rest of the gang were (because if Kie had picked up on it than surely Pope and John B had too, and you were kind of freaking about it.) and had no idea what to say in her line of questioning. Of course you wanted to talk about it, you and the Pogues never kept secrets from each other - but was it really a secret when they technically knew about it anyway, and was it really a secret when you and JJ hadn't even spoken about keeping it a secret too? Your mind raced, and you figured it was easier to just shrug it off for the time being. Kie would no doubt ask again, and you hoped you had the answers by the next time she (or someone else) would.

"He's my best friend," you'd decided on saying. From the corner of your eye, you could see the guys approaching. "We've been close since we were like, ten. We've always been the same."

Except now the two of you held hands under the table and kissed in the safety of your rooms, among other things. That part of your relationship was fairly new though, and so you decided against saying anything until you could work out exactly what was going on between you and JJ - because you had no clue, and weren't even sure that JJ knew himself. It just sort of happened, the line being crossed over from friends to lovers in the blink of an eye. One minute you'd never dare to give in to the temptation of JJ Maybank's heavenly sinful lips, and the next the pair of you were sharing a bed almost every night.

Nothing much had changed though, in regards to your friendship. JJ and you had always been close, always intimate in your touches. Always beside each other, rarely without the other. You were an unstoppable duo from the minute you met. Just somehow, along the line, over the years, your friendship had turned into more. Each touch became longer, each glance would linger, and something had shifted. It was inevitable, you supposed. Nobody was ever really that close with someone without feelings getting involved at some point.

The guys were a lot closer now, and Kie spared them a glance before looking back towards you. "Friends don't look at each other the way you two do." Was all she said before the sun that was earlier shining down on you was blocked by the trio of tall guys that smiled at the pair of you. Kie sat up, smiling as Pope took a seat beside her on her towel. "Have fun out there?"

"Oh, tons," came the voice that belonged to the person you were talking about not a minute ago. JJ smirked down at you, blonde hair dripping wet on his forehead and golden tanned chest on full show. You admired the view behind your sunglasses and sent a grin in his direction when he seemed to notice. "You checking me out there, babe?"

You laughed as he did a little shimmy, rolling your eyes as you looked at him over the rim of your glasses. "What would you do if I was, Maybank?" You played along, smirking when you heard John B let out a gag from somewhere beside you. JJ smiled back, and squatting down in front of your form he'd grabbed hold of your feet, laughing when you squealed. Tugging so that you were laying on your back rather than your front, his sea blue eyes gazed down your body, unknowingly leaving a trail of fire in its wake. The feeling you shared with JJ was unlike any other, nothing or nobody could come close to topping it. It was unexplainable, the feeling of absolute longing for him to just be there forever. You couldn't ever imagine a life without him in it, and that thought both scared and excited you.

JJ stared down at you, tongue peeking from his mouth to wet his pink lips as he looked. You felt hot all over and you knew it wasn't because of the sun. "Things only you could imagine sweetheart," he taunted from above you, knowing fine well that what you could imagine he'd probably already done to you. You smirked back, feeling a thrill shoot through you because the pair of you knew this and the remaining three of your group had no idea, or so you believed. This new relationship, this unspoken thing between the two of you was simply yours, and somewhere in the future you feared you'd both come to regret it, whatever it was, but in the moments of the present you knew neither of you could find it in yourselves to actually care.

And so you both smiled at each other like the world around you didn't exist, and for a couple of seconds you could pretend it didn't, JJ moving so he was seated behind you with your body seated between his legs and your back against his chest. Sat there, surrounded by your friends though almost oblivious to their presence as JJ's hands rested on your skin, his breath on your neck. You leaned into him, and smiled when he placed a discreet kiss to your shoulder.

Locking eyes with him, you grinned. The burst of happiness and content when he grinned back was almost unbearable, and in that moment you knew you never wanted whatever it was that you two shared to end.

It was a few days later when JJ showed up at your window, his face bloody and bruised, his form weak as he pulled himself into your bedroom. You didn't need to ask twice about who'd caused the damage, your body and mind going into autopilot as you hurried from your bed and grabbed hold of him, JJ grunting as he fell into you, his hand clutching desperately at his side.

"Shit, JJ," you'd cursed as you helped him land on your bed, hands instantly grabbing at his face and assessing the damage that had been left by his father. There was cuts along his brow line, his eye was bruised and already swollen shut, his bottom lip bust open and oozing blood. Your thumbs swiped along his cheeks, being careful of the injuries, and you felt tears pricking at your eyes at the sight of him. You blinked them away as quickly as you could, he didn't need to see you being so upset in that moment. And besides, you had bigger issues like getting him cleaned up like you had done too many times before. "Stay here, okay. I'm gonna go get the first aid kit."

JJ only grunted, and you pressed a kiss to his forehead before leaving the room to get the kit, your mind reeling. It was no secret about JJ's father and his years of abuse towards his own son, and you'd seen him beaten so badly so many times before, but it never got any easier. Each time it happened JJ would wound up at your house, and each time you would clean him up, making sure his wounds were tended to and making him as comfortable as possible as he slept next to you, most nights with his head resting on your chest as you soothed him to sleep with whispers of reassurance that you were there and that you loved him. He would fall asleep with tears staining his cheeks and you would cry yourself to sleep afterwards too, wishing that could just take away all his pain, wishing that you could do more, wishing that JJ had a better life than what he was given, because there was no-one that deserved it more.

You sniffed and forced your tears away, trying to focus on the task at hand. It didn't take long to locate the first aid kit and within a minute you were back in your bedroom, where JJ lay, staring up at your ceiling with his chest moving up and down in a motion that proved he was trying to hold his own tears in. Your heart broke at the sight, and you bit down on your wobbling lip as you moved towards him. His eyes met yours when you were close enough, stood in front of him on your bed. You smiled softly.

"Hey, honey," you soothed as he slowly sat up, grimacing at the obvious pain from his side as he did so. Despite his pain, he smirked back at you.

"Hi, baby."

Stepping closer, effectively between his legs, you smiled as his hands wound around and grabbed at your legs, almost as if he was grounding himself, focusing all his attention onto you. You took a moment to take him in as you pressed the wet rag you'd also grabbed on his face, beginning to clean the cut on his eyebrow. It wasn't too deep, thank god, you thought. You feared for the day where one cut might be too deep and one blow too strong, and the thought of JJ, strong and hot headed and impulsive and passionate, might not being able to drag himself out of the house of hell and getting to anyone for help, to you, to John B, to Pope or Kie, scared the shit out of you to put it simply. JJ was so strong, but there was only so much he could take, and you dreaded the day when that would come. You could only hope it never, and in the meantime do your best to prevent it. You let out a shaky breath as you continued to clean the blood from his face, gently dabbing at his torn lip as he hissed. "I'm sorry hon," you murmured, feeling your gut twist at the sight of him in pain.

"I'm okay," he breathed out, only it was shaky and you both knew it to be a lie. You said nothing though, not wanting to start an argument that night. You'd had countless in situations like these, where you'd tell him he needs to get away from his dad and he'd tell you its not that easy and that nothing fucking is on this island, and you'd try and tell him you understand that but you hate seeing him like that, beaten to a pulp, sometimes barely even able to move, and that you were scared to lose him. He'd tell you that you were too good for him, you deserved better, you deserved more, and you'd cry and tell him to shut up, that he was your best friend and all you ever needed and you'd always be there for him, and he would shake his head and deny it all with tears streaming down both your faces until you collapsed into each other and fell asleep with your limbs intertwined whatever mood you'd gone to sleep in. There was something about that night that told you not to argue, not to push him, just clean him up and hold him and let him know that he wasn't alone in this world. His eyes met yours once more. "I'm okay." He repeated, as if you hadn't heard him the first time.

All you could do was nod, and wiping the last bit of blood from his face, you quickly went over the cuts with disinfectant, JJ's grip tightening on the backs of your legs as you continued to tend to every last bit of him. Finishing on his face, you placed a kiss on each and every cut, bruise or scrape that was etched into his skin. He let out a shaky breath, one hand moving up and landing on your back, rubbing up and down as his forehead rested on your shoulder. Running your own hands through his blonde locks, you pressed your nose to the top of his head as you held him close to you. It wasn't long before you felt the tears soak through the material of your shirt (which was technically JJ's shirt, but that didn't matter much.) and his body started to shake against your own, chest heaving and hands shaking.

"I hate him," you heard him mutter. You closed your eyes, wrapping your arms around him tighter, one hand clutching the back of his neck as the other rubbed soothing patterns onto his back. JJ shook against you, hands clutching onto the sides of your shirt as his lips brushed against the side of your neck as he let out a sob. "I just - I fucking hate him! Why does he do this, why does he -? Why, why, why?"

He was muttering the word over and over again, all sense of himself lost as he sobbed into your neck. In that moment, you felt so useless, so powerless, and you knew that JJ did too. You wished you could take away all his pain, make him see that he was so loved, that you loved him entirely and surely, but all you could do in that moment was hold him tight and screw your eyes shut as you cried along with him.

"He doesn't deserve you, J," you whispered into his hair. "He doesn't deserve you one bit. You're the best son, okay. You're the best friend, the best goddamned person on this island, on this planet! You're so loved, you hear me? You're so loved, babyboy. We all love you, I love you okay. I love you more than anything."

You'd said the words a million times before, but somehow in that moment, wrapped up in each other, JJ sobbing into your chest and you holding him like a person would a child, his ear resting against your heart where he could hear every little beat, his own matching the rhythm soon after - in that moment, _you both knew it meant more. That the friendly shared 'love you's' from so many times before were different to the ones now, and yet still neither of you spoke about it. You focused on JJ, giving him the comfort he so desperately needed. And JJ focused on you, focused on your heartbeat and the sound of your breathing and the soothing words you were whispering to him, and you had no clue as to what he was thinking; that he loved you, so fucking much. JJ Maybank didn't know what to do with that, to love someone so completely and honestly like he loved you, beyond the point of friendship and into the unknown territory of _in-love _absolutely _terrified him. But he knew it to be true, he was in love with you.

And as you forced him to take his shirt off so you could inspect the bruises surrounding his stomach and chest, laying a gentle kiss onto each and every one of them as he started at you with pure adoration in his eyes, he thought about your relationship - fears of you getting bored of him, wanting more than the island life and more than him, fears of you leaving him for something or someone simply more. Realising that he was no good like he'd always said, always suspected. But then you gazed at him with a certain glint in your eyes that he knew was reflecting in his own, and you were pressing your lips to his in a soft caress that dimmed all thoughts from his head and the question of 'are you bored yet?' fell flat on his lips as you ate them, chewed it up and spat it straight back out.

That conversation could come later, he supposed.

JJ's jaw clenched as he took in the sight of you, skin glowing in the late night sun that was slowly fading in the moons advance. The kegger had begun only an hour or so before, and yet the beach was filled with people already - varying of Pogues, Tourons and Kooks.

Among them all was you, red cup placed in your hands as you laughed at something the guy in front of you was saying, a small smile on the boys lips as he watched you. JJ felt something twist in his gut, suddenly feeling nauseous as he was stood a bit away from you, taking in the sight with malice in his blue eyes. He didn't know the guy that much was for sure, which could only mean one thing; he was definitely a Touron. That also probably meant that he was one of the few people at the party that didn't know JJ or anything of his reputation for being a bit too hot headed. JJ couldn't decide if that was a good or bad thing.

"Dude," John B slapped a hand on his shoulder, effectively snapping his trance at the pair across the beach. JJ turned towards his best friend, a smirk on John B's lips as their eyes met. "You're gonna poke holes into that guys head the way you're glaring at him man."

JJ rolled his eyes, his head once again moving to look back towards your figure. You didn't look mad at the attention the guy was giving you, and that sent a trail of fury in JJ's veins. "Who is that guy, man?" He asked instead of replying to John B's playful taunts. John B seemed to take note of that and simply shook his head. Fucking clueless, he thought.

"Dunno," John B replied as he took a swig of the beer in his hands. "Some Touron, probably." He glanced at his best friends face and noticed the glare darken in JJ's eyes. He suddenly shifted, blocking his view of you and the guy, ignoring JJ's grunt of displeasure at his move. "Don't start anything, J. Alright?"

JJ scoffed. "Me?" He chuckled darkly. "Nah man, you know I'd never start anything," he patted John B's chest twice. "I'm not the fighting type." JJ knew that John B could make out the sarcastic drawl to his words, and looking away from the brunette's eyes JJ was glancing back at you. His features shifted dramatically as he saw the guy take a step closer to your body, and despite the somewhat uncomfortable smile on your face you never seemed to object to the move. JJ felt the anger in his veins grow. "Fuck this!"

John B stopped him before he could take another step, shoving his chest so that he stumbled backwards. "Don't even think about it," JB warned. From afar, Pope seemed to take notice of the two and began to walk towards the seething blonde and his brunette best friend. "Pope, man tell him," John B practically pleaded as the most level headed of the group arrived at their side. It didn't take long for Pope to realise what the source of JJ's anger was, spotting you and the guy, completely oblivious to what was going on. "What are you planning on doing, huh?"

"He's all over her," JJ simply said - as if that was enough of an excuse for his anger. Pope and John B shared a glance. "I'm just gonna go over there and see if she's alright, alright?"

"Why do you care if he's all over her?" Pope raised his eyebrows. "You're not her boyfriend."

That faltered JJ's stance, and for a split second he looked away from you - still laughing, both hands gripping the cup in your hands, bikini clad top on full show for unwelcome eyes to wander. He clenched his jaw tighter, teeth clashing in his mouth, as he thought about Pope's words. Was it technically true; wasn't he your boyfriend? He didn't know - neither of you did. You hadn't spoken about anything, the changes in your relationship coming almost naturally so that neither of you cared to at first.

First, there was the no Pogue-on-Pogue macking rule. Second, there was something so deliciously thrilling about keeping your relationship from everyone else - no room for drama or prying eyes, or so he thought. But the unknown was beginning to scare him, and all he wanted was answers.

It was as if putting a label on what you both were would potentially put an end to everything, all the kissing, cuddling, secret touches, lingering looks, whispered endearments. The pair of you were too young for this shit, JJ thought. Thinking so hard about what you are or weren't. And god forbid you'd both come to regret it all; JJ couldn't let that happen. He wouldn't.

"I'm not gonna do anything," he said simply, and shoved his way past his friends before they could do anything else. He approached you, your eyes immediately catching his and a large grin overtaking the features of your face as he came closer. The guy seemed to notice your shift in attention and he turned too, eyes widening a bit at the sight of the blonde stood in front of him. JJ tried to smile naturally, his too sharp teeth secretly grinding together. "Hey," he chirped as if he was talking to an old friend. "How're you doing, man? I'm JJ."

You hid a laugh behind your hand, having no clue as to what JJ was trying to achieve but finding the obviously fake enthusiasm rather hilarious in that moment. Over his shoulder, you noticed John B and Pope watching with careful eyes, and everything seemed to click in your mind. _JJ was obviously planning on starting something. _You decided to get yourself and your somewhat boyfriend slash best friend out of the situation before anything could happen, the poor Touron didn't have a clue that you were kinda taken, to a fist throwing first ask questions later, tall blonde named JJ Maybank after all.

"It was nice talking to you, dude," you told the guy, his face dropping at the word dude. God, had he seriously wasted all that time flirting with you? You grabbed JJ's hand, only for him to tug it out of yours and place it around your shoulders, blue eyes sending daggers to the nervous boy on front of you. "We're gonna go now, I think."

And with that, you led the way away from him, not missing the way JJ's eyes swooped over the guy in an almost warning manner before smirking at him. Your hand reached up and fingers intertwined with those of JJ's that were sat rather comfortably near your breast. JJ's fingers squeezed yours in response, his arm tugging you closer before he leaned down and pressed a hard kiss to the top of your head.

Once you were a good distance away from the party and its occupants on the beach, you turned in his arm, hand letting go of his to wrap both your arms around his waist. He kept the same arm around your shoulder and placed his other on your bare back between the high waist line of your shorts and the knot of your bikini, long fingers spacing out and rubbing soothing patterns into the skin.

You sighed as you looked at him. "What was that about?" You questioned, a small smile tugging on your lips regardless of the seriousness in your question as you demanded answers.

"That guy was all over you," JJ grunted, his eyes leaving yours to glare at the space where you stood a minute before talking to the said guy. "He was practically drooling all over you. I saved you, y'know. You should be thanking me, babe."

You laughed, and rolling your eyes you reached up to touch his face, thumb smoothing over the still darkened skin under his eye from the confrontation of his dad earlier that week. Leaning up on your toes, aware that nobody could see the action from the distance you and JJ were stood from the kegger, you pressed a kiss to the bruised skin, JJ's eyes closing at the feel of your lips against his skin, a soft exhale leaving his chest.

"Were you jealous, baby?" You teased gently, chuckling at his scoff in response to your accusation. "Relax, J. You don't have to be. I've only got eyes for you."

That seemed to catch his attention. JJ pulled away from you a bit, blue eyes suddenly serious and pink lips forming a tight line. For a second you worried you'd said something wrong, suddenly afraid that he would pull back completely and distance himself from you like you feared one day he would - it was only a matter of time before he realised what you had was a mistake, you worried. That he'd get bored of you and realise there was so many other people he could have. The thought alone made you sick, and you forced the intruding thoughts to the back of your head as JJ's eyes trailed over your face.

"What's wrong?" You couldn't take it anymore. The silence was deafening, even with the music and chatter of the teenagers behind you lingering in the night air. JJ seemed to get hold of his bearings at that moment, shaking his head and leaving a hand from your body to run through his hair. You watched him all the while, lip between your teeth. "J, what's wrong baby?"

JJ wished he had an answer, but he simply didn't. He had no idea what was wrong, no way of telling you the thoughts that were running through his mind. JJ had never been good with words, or emotions, or anything much like that at all. And so he just shook his head, sighing deeply as his hands caressed your face. You welcomed the touch, head leaning into his hold as he smiled down at you. You knew there was something he wanted to say to you; you had known him for so long, felt like all your life, and you could see right through his lies. However you never said a thing, once again. In that moment, it felt enough to just be by his side.

"Can we go?" He muttered quietly, despite no-one being around you. You smiled softly, eyes staring into each others there on the beach. "Just wanna go to sleep with you," he murmured that time, leaning down and kissing the side of your lips, not completely which had you grumbling quietly.

"Course, baby," you whispered as you looked at him, feeling nothing but adoration and love for the boy in front of you. "Let's go."

And so after kissing him under the moonlight, feet sunken in the damp sand as the sea splashed around you, the kegger still going strong in the distance, JJ took your hands and led the way back to the Chateau, where despite both your similar thoughts you crawled into bed in the spare bedroom and fell asleep together, your head resting on his chest with his cheek pressed against your head, arms wrapped around forms and legs intertwined.

It was hot, blistering heat panning down on your form as you lay on the hammock outside the Chateau, eyes closed with one arm resting over them in a fleeting attempt to block the sun out. Despite the unbearable temperature of the day, JJ lay in between your legs, perfectly muscular arms wrapped around your waist as his head rested on your stomach that was covered only by one of his infamous cut-off sleeve shirts, only a bikini underneath it keeping you modest.

One of your hands played with the hair on the back of his neck, twirling the strands in between your fingers and repeating the process over and over again, JJ letting out a low him as you did so.

It was just the two of you, the quiet and peacefulness welcome on the hot day as you cuddled as close as you could and as much as you wanted, nothing off limits away from the prying eyes of your best friends. Both Kie and Pope were working, John B having traded your company for that of Sarah Cameron's for the day, and so that only left the pair of you to do anything and everything you pleased. JJ had let out a joyous whoop when you'd discovered the fact, and you'd only managed to get out of bed half an hour before as he took full advantage of having the Chateau to yourselves for the morning. The original plan was to go surfing, but as soon as you'd stepped out of the house the both of you seemed to come to a silent mutual agreement that lounging around in the sun on the porch was a much more welcoming idea instead.

And so that's what the pair of you had done; there was barely a word uttered between you both as you lay there, JJ's skin slightly sticky and damp on your own due to the heat, but neither of you seemed to mind as you simply closed your eyes and basked in the quiet, content with doing nothing with your favourite person.

JJ's hands had moved so that he was caressing your side, your skin revealed with the low cut of his shirt as his thumb rubbed patterns into your skin. In its wake it left goosebumps, JJ's touch never failing to make you shiver even in all the years you had known him. He knew what effect he had on you too, he smirked as you shivered, his other hand squeezing the flesh of your hip.

You trailed your own hands down from his hair and onto the exposed flesh of his back as he lay shirtless, and you could feel the muscles under your palms clench as you let out a small giggle. JJ chuckled along, although he'd had no idea as to what it was you were laughing at in the first place. The sound of your laugh just made him happy, he supposed.

"What're you laughing at?" He murmured quietly, chin propping on your stomach and his eyes squinting up at you. He'd moved a hand down to your thigh, now kneading the flesh there as his other remained on your side and wrote unknown words into the skin there. You grinned down at him lazily, the sun and his charming aura making you feel high. Then again, you probably were high; the blunt you'd both shared a couple of minutes earlier taking its toll.

"Nothing," you hummed. "Just really, really fucking happy right now s'all."

JJ laughed, laying a kiss onto your stomach and loving the way you giggled at the action. He pressed more there, letting out dramatic sounds of various 'mwah's' as he trailed them up further until his lips were on the skin on your collarbone, continuing his assault onto your neck. JJ's tongue darted out, and your giggles had soon turned into breathy moans of approval as he sucked on the skin, his sharpened teeth sinking into the flesh not long after. You gripped the back of his neck, fingernails digging into his hairline as your sounds of pleasure rippled through the air surrounding you without a care in the world. In that moment you couldn't care less if anyone had caught you - all that mattered was JJ, all that ever mattered was JJ. He sucked gently on your flesh, adding to the bruises that already littered your chest, stomach, thighs, anywhere he could get his mouth earlier. You both knew questions would be asked from the others, in the high temperatures of the Outer Banks your skin was almost always revealed. But again, neither of you cared.

Not when JJ's mouth left your skin with a satisfying pop, his eyes taking in the sight of the freshly bruised flesh, a content smile on his lips. He leaned down and peppered a kiss to the lovebite, soothing his tongue over it afterwards. You let out a sigh, suddenly breathless under his heated gaze.

JJ shuffled his body up and closer, one leg in between yours as his right hand came up and held your face tenderly in his palm, the rough skin of his thumb swiping along your brow as he grinned cheekily down at you. "You're fucking beautiful y'know that?"

Your cheeks blazed, an almost embarrassed laugh leaving your mouth and you shook your head at his words. JJ looked offended suddenly, his brows furrowing as he nodded furiously. "Um, yes you are. Don't you dare say that you're not because you're, fucking, beautiful, okay," between each word he left lingering kisses to your lips with his own, and you knew it was probably the weed in his system that had spurred him to such a romantic confrontation, but you welcomed it regardless, giggling against his lips as one leg hooked around his waist. "Fucking god, you keep doing that and we won't be moving from this hammock all day."

"I'm not complaining about that," you replied and pressed your lips harder to his. JJ let out a groan, his body impulsively pushing down further onto yours, his hips directly on yours, chests pressed close together, his arm holding him up enough near your head so he didn't suffocate you completely, his other kneading the soft flesh of your bikini bottom clad ass. Your own hands caressed the skin of his abdomen, fingers sprawled and feeling his abs tense underneath the tips. You pulled away only slightly, taking in the sight of his flushed face, his eyes bright and yearning, flashing with something you couldn't quite place and his lips swollen and so very red. "Thank you, by the way." You whispered as you reached up and pushed the hair from his face. "You're pretty beautiful yourself, hon."

JJ seemed to understand what you were getting at then, his chest heaving with a chuckle as he shook his head at you. He leaned down and placed a kiss to your nose, returning his head to snuggle into your neck as you were once again wrapped around each other. "Thanks, I know," he joked (possibly) as his hands resumed their pattern of soothing shapes on your ribs. You hummed a random tune, the calming atmosphere returning around the pair of you on the porch. It was quiet for a few more minutes, your eyes closing involuntarily and almost falling asleep right then and there before JJ spoke up again. "You're my best friend, y'know."

The words were so quiet you almost missed them, but with the silence surrounding you, you'd heard them loud and clear. Your eyes opened and you glanced down at the boy laying atop of you, his face hidden in the skin of your neck.

"I would hope so," you laughed slightly, having no clue as to where JJ was planning on going with the fact. "You're my best friend too. I'd be lost without you and the guys."

"No," JJ shook his head. He shifted in his place, eyes connecting with yours as you sent him a questioning look, quirking your eyebrow. JJ sighed deeply, sucking his lower chapped lip into his mouth for a second before releasing it and allowing your finger to trace the outline of it. "You don't get it. You're like, my best friend. I know it sounds stupid and I'm probably a selfish fucker for saying it, but I'd put you above everyone else. You are above everyone else. And like, I don't know how else to explain it but you mean the fucking world to me. Without you, I'd be nothing. If I lost you, I'd fucking die."

His voice broke at the end, and it damn near broke your heart as you hushed him gently, arms circling around his head and holding it close to your chest. You kissed his forehead, hearing him sniffle before he raised his head and met your eyes, the sea blue crystallised by unshed tears.

"I feel like I've known you my whole life, and I just - I don't know what I'd do without you. I'm scared honestly, shit fucking feared of losing you, or you realising that I'm just a no good low life and you could do better, and honestly you could and I don't even know what the fuck you're doing with me," JJ chuckled darkly and you shook your head, feeling tears prick at your own eyes at his words. "And I don't even know if you want to be with me, or if what we're doing is some mistake you're gonna regret, but you're my best friend."

The earnest in his voice made your heart clench in your chest. You'd seen JJ cry numerous times, seen his facade break and his world around him to crash, seen the emotions pour out of him with so much force whether they be happy, sad, fucking hysterical or ecstatic; and you'd loved him through it all. The realisation of just how much you loved him, that went beyond friendship and into pure, earnest and genuine love for the boy in front of you, made your head swirl and butterflies in your stomach to clash heavily against your ribcage. Something warm spread throughout you, and you welcomed the feeling with open arms. You loved JJ Maybank, purely and honestly, with every fibre in your being.

"J," you murmured carefully, gripping his damp cheeks and forcing him to look at you. His face was unreadable, but you could see in his eyes what he was feeling in that moment. "You're fucking crazy, alright? Everything about you is so damned chaotic and I love every bit of it. I love every bit of you, so much. Do you know how scared I was that you would take all this back? Regret it all, leave me for someone better. I was scared shitless, because I cannot lose you. You're my best friend, and all I wanna do is spend all my time with you."

"I've never felt like this before," you whispered as JJ's gaze softened, hands gripping your hips and squeezing gently. You traced the worry in his brows, easing it away, traced the bottoms of his eyes, the slope of his nose and the outline of his lips. He breathed against your fingertips, the soft exhale making the hairs on your arms raise. "I love you, J. And if you think you're ever gonna get rid of me, you're terribly fucking mistaken."

JJ chuckled at that, blonde head falling on your chest as he breathed in and out, seemingly catching his breath at your confession. "Thank god," he breathed, cheeky gaze raising to catch yours as he grinned, suddenly surging forward and catching your lips with his own in a deep and passionate embrace that had you feeling dizzy at the pure feel of it all. "I was scared you were gonna tell me to fuck off, thought you were using me for my body for a minute there, babe."

You full on laughed, breaking away from his eager lips to let it out, your hands clutching his cheeks and your legs squashing his body atop yours from where they were wrapped around his waist. "You're such a fucker, J." He kissed along your jaw in response, biting down softly. "God, that weed must have been some new level shit."

"Nah," JJ shook his head and grinned. "You just drive me crazy, babygirl." His hands wandered from your ribs higher till his fingertips just slipped under the material of your bikini top. He pressed a further series of tender kisses to your chest, trailing them down and then back up to meet your lips once more. He gazed lovingly at you, looking golden in the sunlight. "I love you too, by the way. Just so y'know."

You grinned softly, catching his bottom lip with your teeth when he began to pull away, pulling a delicious groan from him. "I know," you echoed back to him, lips raising on their own accord to match JJ's almost shy smile at your declaration. "Hey, can we stay home today? Wanna watch the sunset with you later."

JJ snorted, laying one last lingering kiss to your lips before snuggling back into your neck, his eyelashes brushing against your delicate skin. "Whatever you want baby," he chuckled, breath warm. "Whatever you want."

Yours and JJ's (now established, thankfully) relationship only progessed from there; it was in the little things, spending every moment you could get with each other, always touching in some kind of way whether it to be hands curled around one another's, fingers dancing on skin, shoulders and arms brushing, legs squished beside each other. It was all new, and it was all so exciting, and any worries that the two of you may had shared earlier vanished and in their wake came new thoughts of the future, of which you'd spend together.

If the gang had noticed the change, they hadn't mentioned it. Though you already knew Kie suspected something a long time ago, and probably Pope and John B too, due to JJ's little episode at the kegger that time. But you and JJ rejoiced in the unknown, relationship growing stronger each day all the while. You weren't trying to hide it - god forbid, you'd both been waiting so long for it, but you hadn't officially announced you were boyfriend and girlfriend either. There wasn't anything to say, you thought. The relationship came naturally, years of close friendship gradually turning into something more for the pair of you, and you'd both agreed it would be way funnier for the gang to come to their own conclusions and confront you about it themselves. However long that would take them.

The Pogues had driven the HMS Pogue out to the marsh, planning on drinking, swimming and simply hanging out for the day. Sarah had joined you on that particular day, body pressed close to John B's as the group lounged around on the boat, you and JJ wrapped around each other as usual.

His muscular arm was wrapped around your shoulders as you sprawled out close together, your legs thrown over his as your body angled towards his own, head resting on his shoulder. Your hands held the one thrown over you, absentmindedly playing with his ring adorned fingers. His other gripped your knee laying over his, thumb rubbing gentle patterns into the tanned skin there.

Nobody had mentioned your closeness - it was nothing new, the pair of you had always been so close, always touching even before becoming a couple. But Sarah wasn't as close with you as the others, and though she was aware of how close you and JJ were, she wasn't as up to date with everything like everyone else. You'd had no idea that she always just assumed the pair of you were dating, until that day.

"So, you guys are like, a couple right?" She'd asked out of the blue, eyes directed onto you and JJ. Kie suddenly sat up straight, sunglasses raising to rest atop her head rather than on her nose, Pope beside her seemingly taking as much interest, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees as he listened.

From beside Sarah, John B laughed and shook his head. "Everyone thinks that," he grinned, looking to you and JJ who shared a knowing glance. Sarah looked at him in confusion. "They can't help it though, their sexual tension is through the roof."

Sarah looked even more confused. "Wait, so you guys aren't together?"

JJ cleared his throat, arm tightening around your shoulders. You squeezed his hand as you stared up at him, smiling softly at his uncertain gaze. Once he'd met your eyes, the uncertainty faded away and in its place came a cheeky kind of look, mischievous and so attractive that you had to hold yourself back from kissing him right then and there. You knew it was time to come clean; and you thought it would scare you, your relationship suddenly becoming so real, but the thought only made your insides twist and churn with nothing but excitement.

You looked back at Sarah, who's gaze was still on the pair of you, as well as everyone elses. You noted the almost giddy expression on Kie's face, the barely suppressed curiosity on Pope's, and the suddenly confused one of John B's. You almost laughed, but held it in to say, "Actually, yeah. JJ and I are together."

JJ squeezed you gently as the reactions from your friends began. Kie grinned smugly, Sarah smiled at the two of you, John B raised his eyebrows so high they almost got lost beneath his hat, and Pope slapped his knees before he lurched backwards with his arms raised above his head.

"I knew it, man," Pope shook his head, though a smile was growing on his handsome features. "I knew something's been up with you two."

You laughed as Kie scoffed, "You knew? I had it figured out from the very beginning, I could tell something had changed." She eyed you. "And I was specifically told that nothing was going on, you big fat liar!"

"I'm sorry," you chuckled. "In my defence, when you asked me about it then I actually didn't know if we were like, together together. We hadn't spoken about it yet."

JJ grinned and pulled your body closer, leaning down and pressing a sloppy kiss to the top of your head as your face was mushed into his bare chest. "Yeah, and who can blame her for wanting to keep my Sex God body all to herself?" He asked rhetorically, laughing when you slapped him on the chest with a playful eye roll.

"Wait, so are you a couple now?" John B questioned, puzzled. He looked between the pair of you, your arms wrapped around his waist, one of his still around your shoulder and hand resting between your boobs. The other brushed hair from your face, JJ's gaze loving and soft as he looked down at you before looking back towards his best friend. John B scrunched his face. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"We didn't tell anyone man," JJ shrugged carelessly. His fingers had began to play with your hair. "Figured it would be funnier for you guys to find out yourselves," he grinned. "So congratulations, you guys now know. Your reward is the knowledge that we fuck now!"

The gang groaned at his ludicrous words, and you slapped his chest with more force than you had before, just slightly as you scoffed and attempted to raise your head and move position to get a good look at him, but all JJ did was grab your hand and pull it upwards to his lips, kissing each of your knuckles instead.

You rolled as your eyes as you turned back to your friends. "We're sorry about not telling you," you said almost sheepishly. "We only really figured out what this was between us a few days ago, and by that time we just kinda forgot to mention it. This whole thing just kinda happened, we didn't know if it would last or become serious."

"And it has become serious now?" Pope voiced everyone's thoughts, glancing between the two of you. "Like, you're together as a couple. You love each other?"

You and JJ shared a look, the pair of you smiling softly as your hand raised and brushed the blonde strands of hair that fell over his brow, his own reaching up and holding the side of your jaw, his thumb swiping along your cheek lovingly. The others shared glances, unknown to you and JJ as you seemed to be lost inside your own little world for a moment.

When you came to again, you never turned from his eyes, watching the sea blue irises light up at your words; "Yeah, I love him, the fucker."

You heard a collective round of replies, but the feel of JJ's lips on yours for a second forced your attention on him and only him, your hands on his cheeks as you held him there for a full minute before pulling away, leaving a couple more little pecks on his lips. He whispered, "I love you." before he turned his attention to your friends, your smile so bright.

"I thought she'd get bored of me," he revealed unexpectedly. The Pogues (plus Sarah) all looked to him with various expressions of confusion, your own face matching theirs for a moment. JJ felt a smile tug on his lips as your hands massaged his scalp, nails scraping gently against the skin beneath. "But of course she couldn't, I mean I'm the fucking best am I not?"

The gang rolled their eyes as his normal cheeky expression returned, though they all smiled at the pair of you cuddled close together on the seats of the HMS Pogue, realising it was the happiest they'd ever seen the both of you. John B let out a sigh, shaking his head in disbelief. "Well, it's about time anyway."

And just like that, everything went back to normal. You knew they'd have more questions in the future, prepared to answer any and every one of them when they came. But your little group swayed their attention elsewhere sat out on their little boat, laughing and joking at the next topic of conversation, bright eyes and giddy smiles on every face as you drank, swam and sunbathed out there on the marsh. JJ was only looking at you though, skin golden and blue eyes shining. You loved him, you thought. How could he ever think you'd get bored of him, with his charm and quick witted words, sarcastic drawl and tendency to get into trouble, his obsession with weed and putting others before himself always, his beautiful mind and ridiculously good looks to match. He was yours, all yours. And you loved him. JJ grinned. "Are you bored yet?" He asked, just once, loving the sound of your giggle as you shook your head at his antics. "No? Good, because I'm never gonna get bored of you."

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Okay super random but I absolutely love your jiara headcannons and analysis, so I was curious what do you think jiara’s first time is like? I mean like where, when, are they together at that point? I kinda see it more sweet then anything and only because they’re kinda both taking it all in that it’s finally happening, but again I wanted your thoughts!!

I love doing jiara headcanons and analysis so this is great...

I can see it going a few different ways, so it’s hard to say what I think will happen - I think I’d have more an idea of their plans for jiara after next season, so maybe more of what I want to happen. So obviously I see there being something like what I wrote in never to touch your hand, where it’s heat of the moment, passion thing. Whether they are drunk or high and it just happens, or if it’s a coping mechanism, or a way to ignore a conversation - say, the night Kie gets shipped off to boarding school or something. 

Ideally I’d want them to be in a relationship. I don’t see it being very likely cause that just doesn’t happen much, especially with a ship like jiara. I’m not saying they need to be together long but I’d love a defined relationship - after maybe a bit of oh what did that mean to them drama from their first kiss. And either decided to wait or it’s just a thing that happens, where they don’t get the time. I just want the build up and tension and will they won’t they, constant nerves and on edge and like both really wanting too and not wanting to push the other or thinking they shouldn’t rush into things. I had this fic idea where their first time is like this and then because of all the build up and being so nervous it’s bad, which I don’t want to that extreme in canon but I’d love to explore it in fic. 

But like something like, they are just hanging out alone - studying on Kie’s bed or something and JJ isn’t really concentrating and being distracting. Or just a bit of a macking session like they do a lot. And there’s just like a moment where they are kinda like - is this going somewhere?

I just really want JJ, someone who we assume is so confident and smooth in bed, be all nervous and stumbling and unsure. Because it means so much to him and he wants it to be good. I want it to be slow and soft and sweet. I think they love dirty sex but the first time is gonna be the coming together of so much that they aren’t about to go super wild straight away. I can see JJ being so gentle to the point where Kie has to push at him and roll them over. Straddling his hips and grinding down and telling him he doesn’t need to be so gentle with her. After it will still be sweet but maybe not as soft... If you know what I mean.

Was this supposed to be what we see in canon...? Idk how much a show like OBX would give us for a sex scene but I think we’ll get more than Jarah B, there was a reason it was so early fade to black. We won’t get heaps but it will totally give us an impression of the tone - probably Riverdale standards, so we could get some nice shots.

Really this is just one of my many thoughts surrounding their first time and it’s all around context but I think I would like them to be together before they have sex for the first time but that’s just me. 

[gerberbabey]

euphoric | prologue | JJ Maybank (kinda? slowburn)

a/n: that euphoria!reader/outer banks concept i thought of is now just gonna be written into existence cus i might as well indulge myself. This’ll mention things from Euphoria (like characters and events, so possible spoilers if you’re planning to watch Euphoria) but it’s not technically a crossover? cus it stays in the OBX...but yeah. 

lemme tell you rn, im a mess, im kinda high, and i suck at writing so if anyone would love to help me out here pls do (like pls i need help) also if anyone actually knows anything about OBX, NC, any of that, damn i could rlly use some help cus idk anything aside from the show

summary: set just a few weeks before the main plot, you literally just ended your sophomore year at East Highland and suddenly you’re moving from California to the Outer Banks. 

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warnings: cursing, lack of the pogues (sorry) 

prologue - ♫ devil eyes by Hippie Sabotage ♫

It was one thing to be moving out of some town in California, it was another to be moving all the way across the goddamned country to live on an island off the coast of North Carolina. The sudden announcement had caused a variety of things to play out for you. Firstly, in an impulsive act of rebellion (of course after an argument had blown up between you and your parents), you had decided to stay at your friend Lexi’s house for 2 weeks. Aside from comfort you, Lexi didn’t really say anything about it and neither did her family. Her mom was pretty much the advocate for the whole “you do you, just don’t get pregnant or die” mindset when it came to teenagers. 

When you realize that no act of rebelliousness or stupid teenage rioting would change your parents’ decision in the least (because it wasn’t really something they could change now that your clear head thought about it), you’d sucked it up and decided to just enjoy the last of your time with your friends. 

By the time you’d come to that conclusion, school was gonna be let out in just a mere 3 weeks and (luckily for you) parties were already being thrown on weekdays. As much as you hated a majority of East Highland’s students you didn’t let that deter you from leaving with some good fucking memories. 

Saying goodbye to all of your friends was more overwhelming than the actual move itself if you were being completely honest. Getting on the plane and flying off to North Fucking Carolina was more of a numbing experience. It was like you couldn’t really feel anything anymore after having to say goodbye to the friends and the life you had known. 

“I think we’ve just used every method of transportation in one day,” you stated as you walked away from the ferry and toward the van that your parents had rented to help with the move. 

“You’re trippin’, we didn’t even ride a train,” your older brother, Isaiah, pointed out as he squinted at the van. Barely 30 minutes in the Outer Banks and you were sweating your ass off already. Not that you weren’t used to something like heat, Southern California could be pretty brutal in the summer, but this was a fucking island. The air was damp and musty and the fabric of your clothes felt like it was melting into your skin. 

“What are you, the fucking transportation police, Jesus,” you mumbled as you shot him a look before forcing yourself to settle into the van. 

The ride to your new house wasn’t anything too terrible considering you decided to just put in your AirPods and close your eyes with the thought that, maybe you’ll fall asleep, and once you woke up this whole thing would be some fucked up dream. Sure your phone vibrated with messages within your group chat but your mind was too boggled from the heat and from the move for you to even think about responding.

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“Do you guys see those moving trucks too or am I just imagining things?” John B pointed out as the HMS Pogue drove at a leisurely pace through the waters. 

“You’re not imagining anything, just a new kook family moving into Figure 8,” Kie piped up from where she was relaxing. 

School had let out not only a few days ago when her mom had let her know about the new family that would be moving in just a few houses down from their own. She’d told Kie that she had met the mother a few weeks back and basically relayed any and all information she’d gained about the new family.

“My mom said that they’re like business owners or something? They have three kids and they’re moving here from California,” Kie explained and JJ let out a whistle. 

“Big move,” he took a hit of his Juul before forming an ‘o’ with his mouth and exhaling out the smoke. 

“Yeah can’t imagine why someone would wanna move from California to here,” Pope raised his eyebrows as their group watched movers bustle back and forth as though they were an army of ants. 

“Well why wouldn’t they, it’s the Outer Banks, “Paradise on Earth’,” John B declared and JJ let out a whoop in agreement as the boat sped off toward the marsh. 

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“I know I promised that I wouldn’t complain or whatever but it’s sooooo hot,” your younger sister, Bethanie, whined with a stomp of her foot. You scoffed as you stepped out of the van after her. You watched with a raised brow as men bustled about the new (large) house that you would have to begin calling home. The house was not modest in the least and you couldn’t help but balk a little at the sight. 

Sure you weren’t poor or anything but considering the ridiculously high cost of living that came with residing in California, this place was definitely more indulging than your old house.

“We’re on an island in the middle of summer, you moron,” Isaiah was quick to retort as he began taking luggage out of the back off the van. You took your attention off the house before you as you pulled your sunglasses from your eyes and settled them at the top of your head. You glanced between your two siblings and you prepared to watch your older brother lose a battle against your younger sister. Again.

“Mom! Zaya just called me a moron!” 

“Bea, oh my god, I was kidding!” the eldest was quick to defend himself as the youngest ran off to their mother. 

“No, you weren’t!” her fading voice called out and Isaiah threw his head back in frustration.

“Ok really, what did you expect?” you raised your brows at your brother and tried not to laugh at him as he flipped you off. 

“Why is she such a snitch? Seriously, like were you this much of a snitch?” 

“I mean I could’ve been, but I know that if I snitch on you, your stupid ass would snitch on me,” you pointed out matter of factly as a man shut the trunk of the van and waved you and your brother off so that him and another man could begin to take your luggage inside. 

“Damn you’re right. I thank you for your service,” Isaiah saluted you and you let out a laugh as you settled your cat-eye sunglasses back onto the bridge of your nose. There was a short moment of silence before you sighed heavily. 

“I really think I’m gonna hate this place…” you said, and Isaiah hummed in response but made no reply. He didn’t need to point out the defeat or the seriousness in your tone because he felt it just as badly. 

“Hey, mom says you guys have to settle into your rooms and change,” Bea came running out of the front door, dressed in an entirely new outfit. You and Isaiah cut your moping short and gave each other looks of disbelief. 

“Why?” you questioned and Bea shrugged without care. 

“We’re gonna have dinner with Dad’s coworker or something, the Cameron’s, I don’t know.” 

[devil-in-those-eyes]

Back in the Friend Zone- John B

Hi, so I was really contemplating whether or not I should even write obx but I mean, when you get inspo you kind of just have to go with it. I did originally start an obx account but I wasn't on it nearly as much as my main, so I deleted that and brought it here. Idk if i’ll continue, I just wanted to throw this out there. 

Warnings: None, maybe a few curses. 

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           Everyone always kind of assumed that you and John B were dating, it was like the thing on the island. Kind of like how you were either a kook or pogue, or you lived on Figure Eight or below the cut, everyone always assumed that you and John B were together. Sometimes it was really annoying and other times you were grateful for it.

           Like now.

           You had gotten to the boneyards a few hours ago, drinking and talking with your friends when a kook started talking to you. You were way too nice sometimes, you smiled politely and engaged in conversation. You hadn’t been born pogue but you had it in your blood, like Kiara, your best friend, so sometimes this happened. The guy you were talking too was sweet, you could tell that he didn’t turn his nose down on your friends, but you hadn’t been wanting to hook up with someone tonight and it was becoming clear he wanted too.

           You didn’t really know how to excuse yourself from the conversation as he scooted closer on the wooden log, so you glanced around looking for one of your friends, in hopes that they would read your panicked eyes. Kiara was too busy talking loud with her hands, Pope was trying to talk to some girl but you knew he was probably giving out facts about dead people and JJ…. He was no where to be found and was probably a little too far gone to help you out.

           As the guy started talking about the college he had his eyes set on and the career he was going into, your eyes found John B over his head and you sighed in relief as he was looking around for a familiar face. His dark waves were under a dark hat with his navy bandana around his neck, a red plastic cup in his hand. His light eyes found you and started to smile, heading towards you but then paused when you widened your eyes and quickly glanced at the guy.

           John B smirked from where he was, lifting a plastic cup and taking a long sip of his drink. He made no move towards you and gave you a thumbs up after looking at the back of the guys head. Looking good, Y/N he mouthed and you couldn’t stop the glare that briefly flickered across your eyes.

           What a bitch.

           The guy looked away and you were quick to mouth HELP ME which only caused John B to laugh to himself, taking another sip. I really am going to kill me your inner self muttered before he looked back at you, lifting his eyebrows as if waiting for a response. You forced a nervous smile, unsure of what exactly had been said so you nodded.

           You felt a warm arm wrap around your chest and face nuzzle your neck. The tan hand had a white scar on it and you knew John B had come to your rescue before he asked, “Alright, babe?”

           You could’ve sighed from relief, but just touched his arm, “Yeah, you?”

           “Yeah, wanna get out of here?” He asked, pulling his face back and looking at you before turning his head to look at the guy. “What’s up, man?”

           The guy looked a little disappointed by the obvious show of affection from John B but recovered quickly and threw a nice smile, “sorry, I didn’t mean to occupy your girl the whole night, man.”

           “Nah, you’re good.” John B smiled and straightened up, “I promised Y/N’s parents that I’d get her home soon, so… ya’know.”

           The guy nodded as John B offered his hand, you took it and smiled at the guy. “Have a good night.”

           “You too.” He said and John B tossed an arm around your shoulders.

           You both walked away, John B’s arm not straying from your shoulders. “You’re a dick,” you told him, making John B laugh. You pinched his stomach, “What was that?”

           “Oh, come on,” John B continued to laugh as you both looked at each other. “He was nice.”

           “Nice, he was nice. I’m not in the mood for just nice, John B.” You answered, tilting your head to rest against his arm. “You nearly didn’t come to my rescue, you ass!”

           Another burst of laughter came from  John B. “Sorry, watching you squirm uncomfortably is fun.”

           Your eyes narrowed as you both slowed to a stop by the edge of the water. The waves tickled your toes as you stared up at him, slowly shaking your head but still smiled. The moment kind of just… floated away from you and sometimes that happened, when both of you were laughing but the moment just quieted down. You liked those moments, where you could count the freckles on his face, see the sparkle in his eyes, watch his lips part in slow breaths.

           His eyes danced over your face before settling on your mouth, making your lips tingle. And you wondered, would he? But then something caught his eye over his head and he sighed, his smile faltering ever so slightly. “Come on, I really did promise your parents that I’d get you home before one.”

           You frowned unhappily as he started walking you two again. You groaned, “Kie promised to get me out of it at least two hours in.”

           “It’s your grandfather’s fundraiser,” he answered, chuckling.

           “Even more reason to not be there,” you told him.

           John B drove you home, the whole time you guys talking about what you planned to do tomorrow when Kiara got you out of the fundraiser. You knew that if you stuck around an hour maybe two and smiled and talked to people, after that two hour mark it would be highly unlikely that your family would notice you had snuck out. Your mom would be a few glasses of wine in, your dad hits the whiskey and your sister truly didn’t care what you did enough to sell you out. Hell, she’d probably dip out before you would.

           John B laughed as you told him about the time Kiara first snuck you out and it ended with you getting caught and grounded for the summer. It was a funny story, considering the last half of the summer you got the hang of sneaking in and out. John B followed you out of the Twinkie and up to your front door.

           “So, your parents never found out?” He asked as you unlocked the side door that led to the mud room.

           “I’m a quick learner, I only needed one fuck up.” You answered, turning around and resting against the side of the house.

           “Can’t say that about surfing,” John B teased, putting his hands in the front pockets of his shorts and giving you a grin.

           You gasped and punched his shoulder, “You dick!”

           John B laughed and stumbled back. “Ow, jeez!”

           “Not all of us can be as good as JJ and John B,” you said, making a face.

           John B grinned at you, “We try to help you, but you’re too stubborn.”

           Your eyes rolled and you huffed, “I’m leaving now.”

           John B chuckled, “Oh, come on.” His fingers ghosted along your elbow as you faced away from him. You turned back around to look up at him, “I’m just messing with you, Y/N.”

           You smiled slowly. The moment slowed again between the two of you. “I, uh,” you breathed, glancing down.

           “Yeah,” John B answered lowly.

           “Thanks for getting me home,” you said, lifting your eyes.

           His smile was soft, wistful almost. “Always.”

           You leaned in and went to go kiss his cheek, but his hand stopped you, cupping your chin. There was no time to pull away before his lips pressed softly against yours, your heart fluttering in your chest. You melted into his chest, the feeling of him sturdy against you with his lips moving softly against your own.

           But then you remembered the rule, no pogue on pogue macking and it also didn’t help that you knew John B was a little wired on alcohol. Did he actually want to kiss you, or was it the alcohol?

           You broke from the kiss and he touched his forehead to yours, his nose brushed against yours. Your eyes opened and just as he leaned in for another kiss, you cleared your throat and stepped away, “I, uh, we shouldn’t. I need to.”

           John B pried his eyes open and regret filled his face but he nodded, “Uh, yeah.”

           You shoved the door in his face before he could say anything else. You had never had a kiss that felt like that before, the tingling in the lips and tremble in your knees. John B always made your heart flutter, but it was John B. You two had become fast friends over the last year when Kiara finally introduced you to them when you realized the people you grew up with weren’t actually your friends. But did he want a relationship with you, or was it just the alcohol and the moment getting the better of you two?

           The next day while getting ready for the fundraiser, you decided that you wouldn’t bring up the kiss until John B did. You knew it would be awkward and almost sent a text to Kiara, asking if you two could just hangout at her place or spend a few hours eating at her dad’s restaurant, but you knew you had plans with the guys.

           The fundraiser was as boring as you were anticipating. You did a lot of smiles, a lot of talking and you couldn’t wait to get the hell out. That was until a text from Kiara came.

           JB’s picking you up, I had to stay late at the wreck. See you at the chateau.

           Oh, god. On second thought, you started to panic, like really panic. What if you two couldn’t recover from this? Too awkward and it was just the alcohol? Could you really sit there and listen to John B tell you that? You had some feelings for him, you always did because it was John B. There was just something about him that sucked you in. Getting rejected wasn’t something you wanted to deal with.

           I’m gonna stick around for a bit longer, it isn’t that bad. Yet.

           Kiara was quick to reply. I am shocked. I’ll tell JB.

           Okay, so many you could just sneak up to your room?

           Not long after that, you were in the kitchen sneaking a sip of wine when your mom caught you. She briefly closed her eyes, “I’m gonna pretend I didn’t see that.”

           You smiled nervously and put the glass down. She looked back at you and smiled, “Your friend, John, is here at the front door.”

           Unlike Kiara’s parents, yours didn’t entirely hate the boys. Your mom liked John B, she was wary of JJ and his wild ways and thought Pope was sweet. Your dad on the other hand… wasn’t thrilled at all. Your eyes widened, “He’s what?”

           “I’d grab him before dad sees him.” Your mom whispered, smiling teasingly and walking away.

           You were quick to rush to the door but luckily the fundraiser was outside in the back. John B was standing in your foyer, with his hands nervously rubbing together, his navy bandana around his wrist.

           “What’re you doing here? I thought Kie told you I was skipping tonight?” You asked, pushing him out of the house and onto the door step.

           “Yeah, well, I,” He stuttered as your shut the door behind you. His eyes drank you in, “You look really pretty, Y/N.”

           “Thank you,” you said, looking on either side of your porch to make sure you were alone. “What’re you doing here?”

           “You bailed,” he blurted out as you crossed your arms over your chest. “Because I kissed you, you bailed.”

           “No, I didn’t,” you lied.

           “Y/N, come on,” he said, tilting his head to the side. “If I had known you didn’t feel the same way about me, I wouldn’t have kissed you. I don’t want to lose you as a friend. Sure, I would rather be with you, but if you don’t like me then…”

           John B continued to ramble on, but all you could hear was the fact that he just admitted that he liked you in the way you liked him. You began to smile, “Can you just…” He spoke over you, going on about how he shouldn’t have listened to JJ.

           “Good, god, shut up!” You exclaimed with a laugh. John B clenched his mouth shut and looked at you, “We’re good John B.”

He inhaled a breath of relief, “We’re good?”

           “Yes,” you answered, still smiling.

           “Back in the friendzone then,” he nodded, looking a little unsure.

           “Nah,” you said, wearing a smirk. “I didn’t say that…”

           John B’s face slowly lit up as you backed away from him. You looked over your shoulder to see him still standing there, watching you. “Aren’t you here to save me from the fundraiser? Let’s go!”

[hellosignificantothers]

First of all, CONGRATS on finishing your first year!!!!!! Second, what are your thoughts on the fact that the obx writers have about 4 or 5 seasons planned -- what do you think they would fill those seasons with?? Basically, what is the shows continued plot and esp what happens w jarah b?

ok ok i have lots of thoughts!

(also thank you so much! i am very glad to be finished)

things that (i think) need to be covered in seasons 2-4?5?

the gold: what happened to it in the bahamas? do the pogues get it back? are they allowed to keep it at all? i feel like the gold could carry for at least another season if not more

the camerons: pardon my french, but that family is fucked. i want to see rafe and ward go down (rafe needs some therapy and rehab while ward can go to jail) (also i saw a hot take where sherrif peterkin is not dead bc she was never explicitly said to be dead? so maybe rafe is not a murderer but he still shot someone on purpose). how does sarah deal with her dad and brother? also ward is a very good villan i would love to see him involved (from a jail cell) for several seasons, maybe trying to meddle in his children’s lives

POGUE REUNION! i will be very mad if they keep the pogues apart for long. if they find and get to keep the gold, what do they do with it? do they go full kook? (i hope they don’t, but i’d love to see how their lives change when they go from having to work 2 jobs to stay afloat to having a lot of money available, it would definitley change the pogue vs kook dynamic)

establishing kie, jj, and pope as individuals: give me insight into kie’s kook year, show me jj’s talents and passion, give me MORE DEPTH to pope than just the level headed brains of the group. i feel like we got to know them pretty well but not at all season one. and as much as i will hate watching it, the pogues need to have some infighting i think. give me some going their separate ways when they think john b and sarah are dead and then finding each other when they need each other most type shit! (also i’ve seen gay/bi jj stuff swirling around the interwebs recently and i do not hate it.)

jarah b. (more to come on this later)

relationships (romantic and otherwise) outside of the pogues (i don’t ship kie with pope or jj, sorry guys... GIVE HER A GIRLFRIEND!)

topper neutralization/redemption arc: at the very least i want topper to stop fighting the pogues. once the cameron family shit hits the fan he’ll realize how fucked some kooks are and hopefully be chill, if not friends, with the pogues. i also need this boy to realize that he was not in love with sarah like he thought he was. i think that him seeing sarah with john b will make him realize that he didn’t really know her

john b and sarah’s return: this is gonna be tricky, they broke a LOT of laws in the last few eps of season one. i want them to come home at LEAST before season 3 (ideally early/mid season 2), but i don’t want them to go to jail and stuff. also DCS CANNOT TAKE JOHN B AWAY (although i could see the show going in that direction and making a major plot point be the fact that the pogues are reunited only to be separated)

give jj a loving home: no i didn’t forget about jj’s ass of a dad. that man can rot in hell. jj needs a loving home. (possibly with pope?) also hot take what if lana grubbs took him in as like a foster parent. i have nothing to support that idea but anything’s possible right?

i need jarah b to be endgame

i am going to be VERY DISAPPOINTED if jarah b is not endgame

honestly i’d even hate them breaking up temporarily

i do, however, want to see them grow as individuals

we don’t really know anything about sarah and i really want to get to know her as an individual

also i hate to admit it but john b wasn’t the best guy at all times (i refuse to agree with the “john b is a shitty friend and bad guy” people out there but i will acknowledge that he handled some things poorly) so i’d like to see him learn from his mistakes and become a really great guy (that he already is... but like more mature and self aware)

these kids have just been through so much and i love them together. let them be happy.

(you cannot convince me that john b hasn’t crushed on sarah for years) (that look at the boneyard kegger...) (that is pining right there)

so here’s what i think might happen:

SEASON TWO: we get some bahamas content with jarah b and the gold while the pogues think they’re dead and the camerons get fucked in the obx. we end with a pogue reunion but we’re unsure about the gold and john b and the law

SEASON THREE: we get some legal stuff and the gold (hopefully) things are weird and the class wars dynamic is odd because the pogues now have money. ward cameron is trying to get in his daughter’s good graces. we end with the new lifestyle (from being rich) causing issues in the pogues

SEASON FOUR: i believe this would be their senior year/ them turning 18!! the future is looming: college for pope, sarah, and kie and jj and john b never planned for that. there’s still residual tensions from last season. the pogues realize that the life as they know it is coming to a close and things are a bit sad

SEASON FIVE: idk what would happen here honestly. college? jj stuck in the obx? jj goes to vocational school or community college (i go to a 4 year, prestigious university but will be the first to tell you that college is not the only road to success and that community college is still college and a great way to get where you want to go however you are able)

honestly thank you so much for asking this... i’m gonna try to remember to look back at this post when all is said and done with the show and see if i got anything right :)