#jarah b fic

[jojameswinter]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Read chapter 4 here on ao3!

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

jiara screencaps below from the one and only @kiekiecarrera ❤️

[bellylivesthepoguelife]

We Have Some (MORE) News (Part 2)

Here's a little continuation of We Have Some News picking up right where part one left off. If you haven't read We Have Some News, or need a refresher, read it here before continuing on. It's taken me a minute to get the cobwebs off my writing, so bear with me. All mistakes are mine!

"Can I hug you?" Sarah whispered, still refusing to look at him. "Please."

Sarah Cameron had always (for as long as JJ had known her) asked him for consent. Sometimes it was a physical question like the current one, other times it was a look while she held her arms open to him. Either way, if she wanted to initiate a hug, or any form of physical contact for that matter, she always asked. JJ in turn rarely, if ever, turned her down. Her broken whisper of a question surprised him, but if a hug was what she needed right now, he was definitely going to give her one.

“Yeah,” JJ nodded after a pause. “Of course.”

Sarah reached for him, sliding her arms around his neck and sliding into JJ’s awaiting arms. 

“You’re okay,” JJ whispered, and she wasn’t sure if he was trying to comfort her or himself. 

“We’re okay.” Sarah whispered back. She felt JJ’s shoulders relax as soon as he realized that his pseudo-sister was, in fact, okay in the present moment. 

He nodded against her shoulder, placing a hand on the back of her head. “We’re okay.” He agreed. 

“The doctor says everything is normal.” John B kneeled on the ground next to the two most important people in his life. “There’s nothing really to do besides let the baby grow.”

JJ nodded to indicate he heard him, while taking a breath and rubbing his eyes as Sarah pulled back and sat on the floor in front of him. She grabbed his hands in hers, giving him the time he needed to process the bomb they just dropped on him. 

“I know this is a huge adjustment,” Sarah started, “we’re still in a bit of shock, so we don’t even really know what to expect…” she trailed off, looking over at John B who offered her a smile. “Things are going to be… different…” 

JJ met Sarah’s eyes as he heard her voice get tight and squeezed her hands that held his. “I don’t care about things being different…” he tried to clear the emotion from his throat.

John B rested a hand on his best friend’s shoulder in support. JJ looked to the ceiling trying to hold the emotions inside. He couldn’t help it when these were two of the most important people in his life. He’d never cared as deeply for anyone as he did John B. (and by extension, Sarah.) Not even Kie, though that was very obviously different. 

“As long as you guys are okay, I don’t–” he pulled a hand out of Sarah’s grasp to wipe at his eyes again. “I don’t care how different life gets.” he replaced his hand and squeezed. “It’s just another adventure, right?” He smiled reassuringly, looking between his two best friends who nodded along with him. 

“Exactly.” Sarah agreed. “And you’re the only person we’ve told.” She made sure he met her eyes so he knew she was serious. “You’re the most important person to us,”

“Arguably.” John B interrupted, knowing that would for sure get back to the rest of the pogues. 

“Well,” his wife clearly wasn’t so quick to agree. “Is it arguable? I mean, we are telling him first.”

JJ’s face split into the widest grin they had seen. “Sarah Cameron! Have I told you recently that you’re my favorite?” 

John B rolled his eyes. “Seriously, you guys are the worst.” He got up off the floor and started to walk out of the living room. 

“Hey!” JJ called after him, getting up and helping Sarah behind him. “You just left your pregnant wife on the floor in here you asshole!”

Sarah laughed out loud, squeezing JJ’s hand one final time before letting go. 

John B reappeared from the kitchen with a glass of water, eyebrows almost at his hairline. “Is this how this whole thing’s gonna be?”

“Hey, we’ve got 9 months of this, man!” JJ chuckled, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Yeah, which is why you’re supposed to be on my side!” John B argued. JJ furrowed his eyebrows. “What about ‘bros before hoes’?! Asshole!” He threw the jab back at him.

Sarah laughed out loud, partially because she was relieved that things were back to normal, but mostly because this was always how their relationship was with JJ. While John B was her husband, and they were, yes, in a healthy, monogamous relationship, JJ was always going to be an integral part of them.

JJ scoffed at John B. “Man, you’ve got me fucked up if you think I’m going against Princess here. I may not know much about this whole pregnancy/baby thing, but I know enough to know that I’m on her side.” 

“Thanks JJ!” Sarah put her hand up, and they did the infamous John B. / JJ handshake.

John B’s jaw dropped. “What the fuck did I just witness?!” 

Both Sarah and JJ laughed out loud. “Oh come on!” Sarah said as she walked over to her pouting husband. 

“You know you love us.” JJ followed along, joining in the group hug.

“Ya know,” John B said, purposefully refusing to return the embrace. “Not now. I actually don’t know since you two apparently have teamed up against me!”

“Aww, c’mon JB!” JJ insisted, resting his head on his brother’s shoulder. 

“We were just kidding!” Sarah curled into John B’s other side, both of their arms wrapped tightly around him.

John B rolled his eyes, toying between being happy that his best friend and wife got along so well, but wondering if it was turning into too much of a good thing since they started to gang up on him. “Okay fine.” he conceded, wrapping his arms around the two on either side of him. His wife and brother gave mutual “aww”’s and “we love you”’s before pulling away. 

 “So,” JJ started, after they separated. He put his hands on his hips, looking between his two best friends. “Sarah’s pregnant.” 

Sarah nodded, while John B gave a verbal “yes”. 

“That’s gonna take a minute to get used to.” he said more to himself than anything. 

“You’re telling me.” Sarah agreed, walking back into the living room.

JJ shifted his weight between his feet, watching Sarah walk away, and John B who still stood in the same place he had been this whole time. “What happens now?” He ran his hand through his hair again.

Both the best friends looked to Sarah, who shrugged from her spot curled up on one end of the couch. “I guess we have to figure out how to baby proof the Chateau.” 

JJ cracked a smile, and looked over at John B. “I guess we got the easy part.”

“I heard that!” Sarah yelled. “Just because you don’t have to grow an entire human doesn’t mean some of us don’t!” 

John B smiled as he watched Sarah grab the remote control and start flipping through TV channels. 

“Ya know,” JJ dropped his tone of voice as he took a step closer to the best friend who became a brother, “how would you feel about forming an alliance?”

John B considered it. “I could be persuaded.” 

[starryblueeyesandstarryblueskies]

Families Found and Made | J.B.R. x S.C.

Pairing: John B Routledge x Sarah Cameron

Summary: Things don’t always work out the way Sarah and John B expect, but maybe their better than either of them could’ve imagined.

Requested by @booknerdgirl91 (thanks my love!)

A/N: Writing for a ship was a little out of my comfort zone but it turned out being really fun! I hope you enjoy and thanks for you patience! Also I apologize for the lack of proofreading

Warnings: pregnancy, labor, not proofread

Word Count: 1.1k

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It wasn’t exactly Sarah’s plan to have kids young. She and John B had talked about wanting a family, but they figured they would wait until they were a little bit more settled and had some more stability. But the universe doesn’t care about your “plan”, and that moment came sooner than expected.

When she first showed John B the pregnancy test she was terrified. They were barely eighteen years old. They didn’t know anything about raising a kid and there was no way they could financially support one, they could barely support themselves. But John B didn’t freak out, he smiled the biggest smile Sarah had ever seen and then he got down on one knee.

“What do you say? You ready to make this marriage thing legal?” He asked, and of course she said yes.

Two weeks later, they stood at the courthouse with their friends by their sides and said “I do”.

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Sarah danced around the kitchen with her little girl on her hip. She bounced her up and down as she sang along to the song, the baby joining in with her little babbles. Hearing the front door creak open, Sarah gave her an excited face.

“Look who’s home, baby!” She set her daughter down on her wobbly little legs.

“Dada!”

“It’s Dada!” Sarah giggled as she watched the baby race to her husband’s waiting arms.

“Hi, sweet girl!” John B swung his daughter around, tickling her little belly. “I missed you today. Were you a good girl for your mama?” She giggled in response to her dad’s antics.

“She was a little angel today. Weren’t you, Valerie?”

“That’s good, because your mama can’t chase you down too well anymore, can she?” John B bent down to kiss his wife once on the lips, and then again on her belly. “How’s my beautiful girl feeling today?”

Sarah leaned into his embrace, smiling at her little family. “Feeling good. Ready for this little munchkin to get out here and join us.”

“Me too.”

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Sarah jolted awake, reaching over blindly to smack her husband. “John B, wake up.”

He groaned, voice groggy. “What is it?”

“The baby’s coming. It’s time.”

John B bolted out of bed. “Oh my god! Okay, we’ve got to get you to the hospital!” He paced around the room, breathing fast. “Are you okay? What can I do?”

“John B, breathe.” Sarah chuckled. “Everything’s fine. We’ve done this once before you know.”

“Right, right.” John B took a deep breath.

“Now call Pope.”

Sarah pulled herself slowly out of bed, getting changed into some comfortable clothes for the ride to the hospital.

“Okay, Pope and Cleo are on their way.” John B grabbed the packed hospital bag from its spot by the bed. “Let’s get you into the car so we’re ready to go when they get here.”

He moved to his wife’s side, helping her walk through the house. Only seconds after Sarah got settled into the passenger’s seat, they saw Pope’s car screech into the driveway.

John B gave Pipe and Cleo a quick run down before they both leaned into the car to give Sarah hugs.

“Are you guys good to stay here?” Sarah questioned, slightly concerned about leaving her sleeping daughter.

“Absolutely. We’ve got Val, you just focus on yourself and the new baby.” Pope reassured her.

“Go bring another perfect baby into the world.” Cleo chimed in.

“Thank you guys so much for doing this.”

“Hey, we’re happy to spend more time with our amazing niece.” Cleo squeezed Sarah’s hand. “You got this.”

Sarah gave Cleo one final hug before shutting the door and she and John B sped off toward the hospital.

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Upon entering the maternity ward, John B and Sarah were surprised to find JJ and Kiara already there waiting.

“How did you get here so fast?” Sarah questioned her best friends.

“We left as soon as we got the text.” JJ replied.

“You are literally in labor. There was no way I was leaving you in the hands of just John B.” Kie said with a pointed look.

John B made an indignant noise. “Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means your a man and y—“

“Okay, can you please continue your bickering after they get me admitted?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Good point.”

-

“Welcome home!” The pogues whisper yelled and John B and Sarah walked through the door.

Their friends stood in a semicircle around the kitchen table which was covered in food and decorations. A homemade ‘welcome home baby boy’ banner hung in the background with some little Valerie paintings adorning it. The little girl sat on JJ’s shoulders who bounced her up and down while she giggled.

“Guys! This is so sweet!” Sarah struggled to hold back her tears at the sight in front of her.

JJ set the little girl on the ground who instantly ran to her parents to be picked up again.

“Hi, baby!” Sarah cooed. “I missed you so much!”

“Mama! Dada!”

“Are you ready to meet your baby brother?”

“Bubba!”

“Yeah baby, bubba.” Sarah and John B both smiled at their daughter’s enthusiasm.

Sarah led her to the couch where she lifted the girl onto her lap, John B following behind with the baby carrier. He gently unbuckled and lifted out the baby, setting him in Sarah and Valerie’s waiting arms.

The little girl instantly giggled, looking back at her mom.

“That’s your baby brother, Val.” John B said softly.

“Can you say ‘hi, Johnny’?” Sarah encouraged.

“Hi, Johnny.” Valerie’s little voice cooed. She bent her little head down to kiss the baby’s cheek.

Sarah let her tears fall at the display of affection, turning to her husband. John B wiped the wetness from her cheeks and kissed the side of her head gently before wrapping his arms around his wife and children.

“I think we’ve got a pretty perfect family. What do you say, mama?” He whispered to her.

Sarah smiled at her husband, looking down at her two babies and then to all her friends surrounding them. “Pretty damn perfect,” she replied. “The one we found and the one we made.”

Sarah never would’ve expected have two kids before the age of twenty, but sometimes life works out exactly the way it’s supposed too.

[invisibleperiwinkle]

Hey it’s been a while! But I have a new fic out on Ao3 that I’ll cross post on wattpad if that’s your cup of tea. It’s a John B and Sarah (outer banks) fic that’s still in progress that will have at least two more chapters. Alright goodnight y’all!

[cloveroctobers]

HOME | SERVING 2 of 2 — JJ MAYBANK [Fall Randoms] 🤎

A/N: Part one is here! + I finally let out a good cry last night before finishing this up so there's that. It's been awhile since losing a character had an effect on me and that YouTube video on the cast saying their goodbyes did NOT help. Anyways! The goal was to keep things light and envision that those that have been through so much DO get happy endings. Enjoy and thank you to those that read the first part, I appreciate you.

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Soon everyone gets to work serving themselves, just as Pope and Cleo reveal their late arrival.

“I told Pope, y’all were gettin’ started witout us so we needed to hurry and get in line!” The Caribbean woman yells, tucking her signature blade into the small cross body bag she sported, before hugging Alma, who has her hands full so she opts for tucking her chin into her friend's shoulder in greeting.

JJ turns his eyes into slits at the brown skinned girl while making his way over to Pope to give him a bone crushing hug, “Cleo, if you broke my door—

“As much shit of mine you broke over the years?” Pope stares hard at JJ while defending his unbothered girlfriend, “Can’t even hold a candle, man.”

“Dude, why you bringin’ up old shit?” JJ squeezes Pope’s shoulders with a frown.

Rafe scoffs as he walks on by with his full plate of food already, “That’s rich coming from you, Maybank.”

“That’s strike one, Cameron!” JJ hissed at the no longer buzz haired man’s back.

“The hell is he doing here?” Pope jams a thumb at Rafe who’s strolling through the house looking around as he makes his way to the dining room.

JJ points at a sleek back bun wearing Sarah from across the room, “Ask his sister.”

“J…” Alma warns.

He raised his hands in surrender, “What? Can’t I inform my good friend here what’s going on in the house?”

“If you’re going to keep throwing jabs the entire night, we can step outside.” Sarah comments as she finishes fixing herself and Little J a plate.

JJ scoffs, “I wouldn’t want my godson mad at me, and his view of me is the most important. Which is why, when we get to the games, I’m gonna kick your butt!”

“Oh yeah?” Sarah quizzes as she spins on her heels to face him in her mustard yellow ribbed dress, “Loser owes the other $500 bucks.”

JJ sucks air between his teeth, “That’s boring Pogue princess. I’ve got a better idea! And it involves this estate at night and the basement.”

“Oh god.” Kiara mumbles, putting her last serving of greenery (which was of course the dish she brought over) on her plate and sends Alma a grimace on her way out of the kitchen.

Sarah was the first one to find that the Genrette basement was haunted. She honestly felt like it was a scene out of the conjuring and wanted no parts after spraining her ankle trying to get out of there. JJ didn’t believe her at first until he got locked down there himself and heard a voice that did not sound like Alma’s or Sarah’s. He’s never been a big fan of Halloween and he definitely didn’t want this estate to make him afraid to sleep here. Not when he began to find an actual home in a physical building rather than people.

“Bet.” Sarah holds out her ankle so they can shake on it, since her hands were indeed full.

Groaning Alma hands over a utensil to Cleo after watching the two “shake” on it.

“Aw don’t be like that mama, it’s all in good fun! After all our house is the fun house!” JJ explains, squeezing Alma’s hips while he circled around the kitchen to grab his own plate.

Cleo laughs, “If anybody ends up injured tonight, rude boy, you’re done for!”

JJ tips his imaginary hat, “Thanks for your vote of confidence, ma’am.”

“Aye, I always bet on princess.” Cleo winks while JJ sticks his tongue into his cheek, before peeking at Pope who immediately shakes his head.

“Don’t bring me into your shenanigans.”

“You used to love my shenanigans,” JJ argues, “Don’t tell me the military done officially made you a hardass, Pope!”

Pope snorts, “No. It’s brought me some sense after five years.”

Alma shares a glance with Cleo. Knowing that the only reason Pope decided to enlist was to avoid the fact that he had to kill in order to survive out in Morocco. Hey, people learn how to cope the best way they knew how and Alma was always the last to judge Pope on that. She was the one who ended Groff’s life for trying to take away the love of her life (twice) and no amount of sleep would erase her actions. Or the amount of anger she had in that moment, the stench of blood and that same blood that once decorated her face. The weight of the blade…

It needed to be done.

She couldn’t make herself regret her actions and that was the scary part.

That was something she wouldn’t talk about with JJ (she didn't want to be the one to bring him anymore pain) or even her therapist…she was very vague on that, yet she had no problem talking about it with Pope. JJ felt a way about that but Cleo tried to convince him not to take it personal.

“Sorry, what was that?” JJ cupped one of his ears, “I fell asleep over your preaching.”

“Yeah, what else is new?” Pope snapped his fingers, “Now hand me that spoon for the green beans.”

“Sir yes sir!” JJ saluted.

Finding that there was no real tension between the two, Alma and Cleo let the two be for a moment, heading into the dining room where the rest were seated, which was a good enough signal for John B to hop up and go fix his own plate.

“Sooo…” John B. said to JJ who leaned against one of the counters to bite into a turkey leg, waiting for the two to finish picking their choices for dinner.

Pope felt a small smile playing on his lips, already getting a sense of what his curly haired friend was hinting at, while he moved on to load some Mac-N-Cheese onto his plate, “Have you set a plan in motion on how you’re going to propose yet?”

JJ immediately shushed the now low-cut haired man, flicking his shoulder, “Sheesh! Can you be any louder?!”

“There’s music playing.” Pope shrugged, as he peered at his blue eyed friend.

Which sounded a whole lot like Cleo’s playlist as laughter rung out from the room down from the kitchen.

“Don’t you know by now that women have supersonic hearing?” The blond says through gritted teeth and glanced over his shoulder.

Pope turned his eyes into slits while John B nodded, “That’s not a thing—

“Pope!” Cleo suddenly called from the dining room, “The cranberry sauce is out here on the dining room table. Alma says the ladle is in one of the drawers—well stuck in the drawer. Bring it here, will ya?”

His natural deep tone radiates off the walls, “Okay, baby!”

“Tanks!” Cleo calls back, which made both JJ and John B send him a pointed look.

Pope exhales and holds one hand out in apology, “I’ll try to keep my voice down…but I am curious.”

“Thanks, Darth Vader,” JJ joked while Pope gives him a blank stare, “Anyway! Y’all know I’ve had the ring for months but there have been times when she almost found it.”

“Guess where the idiot hid it the first time?” John B chuckles as he says this.

Pope sticks his fork into the Mac-N-cheese, “Oh I know this is going to be good.”

The blond ran his teeth over his bottom lip, allowing his friends to poke their fun for a little bit.

“Underneath the bed in one of Alma’s empty shoe boxes and guess who walked around with the pouch that had the ring in their mouth?” John B continued inquiring Pope who simply shrugged.

“Don’t say Little J?”

“No! Binx.” John B laughs while JJ rolled his fingers around at the mention of the charcoal gray cat Alma adopted three years ago.

JJ wanted some big ass dog originally and it was still in the works. It only made sense that Alma was a cat girlfriend who wanted a cat. It was the best emotional support animal in Alma’s opinion but JJ actually wouldn’t have minded an iguana or even a hedgehog! The pair often checked on Kiara’s turtle when she went off to New York or D.C. when her parents couldn’t. So the couple knew how to take care of Little J, some pets, and each other but marriage? Felt like an even bigger step, which is why JJ constantly backed out. Finding every excuse in the world to not do it.

Granted they were still young but JJ couldn’t picture anyone else being his wife. It was never a question of him not wanting to do it, it was his own self-doubts of if he was even worthy to have this kind of love. It still felt like a dream most days, when he found his mind wandering off as he gazed at Alma lovingly while she carried on doing something around the home or even when she was just sitting underneath him talking about anything. Even when they got into arguments, JJ wouldn't want to go to bed angry and that said a lot since his temper often got the best of him.

The only pair that were in an official union on paper was Sarah and John B who eloped not long after Lisbon. Of course it was never a competition when it came to all of the relationships, there was nothing but admiration and respect for all, however they all believed that the ones next in line should definitely be JJ and Alma.

It was already secretly voted by the rest.

“Alright, if you two are done cackling like some damn hyenas! We have a dinner to get to.” JJ tells his friends who were in fact sharing a good ‘ol laugh.

John B holds a hand out, “Aw don’t be like that man!”

“I’m not bein’ like nothing. We just got to get this show on the road, ya know?” The blond lets out a wolf whistle with a swirl of his finger.

Pope adds, “Look…whenever you do choose to do it, just know that we always got your back.”

“And Binx. They seem to be the extra push you need to just do it already.” John B joked with a wink which made JJ send him a special middle finger as they all start to leave.

“Wait! The ladle.” JJ tells Pope, who spins back around to enter the kitchen at his instruction, “It’s the drawer on the end by the window, there’s a special trick you gotta—

Pope ends up flinging himself back with the drawer handle now in his hand. The friends look at each other in silence.

“…I’m telling Alma you broke that.”

“Are you forreal?!” Pope yells at his back while JJ nods his head and speeds walks out of the kitchen. .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 The dinner is as peaceful as can be, chatting about what everyone had going on, random topics, and of course old memories. There was even a phone call in from Mr. Heyward who of course invited everyone to spend actual thanksgiving down at their house, if anybody didn’t have any plans. A FaceTime call also came in from Joey who just had to hear about JJ and Sarah’s objective to battle it out with the night games Alma and JJ had planned.

Joey of course betted on JJ.

The games ranged from: Making turkey hands with Little J = Sarah’s team (Sarah, John B, Cleo, and Rafe—who mainly wanted to keep score rather than participate) won that one of course, Dance telephone happened before the drinks = JJ’s team won that (JJ, Alma, Pope, and Kiara), a little break was taken after that until Kiara wanted to film a Cuff it challenge for TikTok, where Cleo had to switch sides for a moment to redeem her team losing but John B argued that wasn’t part of the games and JJ didn’t want to hear any of that, calling him a sore loser which ended up with the two wrestling on the floor and shit-talking, then came the creating the best beverage of the night and guessing who it belonged to, who ever got the most votes for that drink and whatever team they were on got the point.

Rafe, JJ, and Cleo all made the strongest drinks. Sarah made the weakest but sweetest drink, Kiara’s was a sneak up on you kind of drink, John B and Pope’s tasted similar since they used alike ingredients, and Alma pranked them all with her holiday fruit water that she forgot to take out of the fridge, demanding that they needed to be hydrated after indulging in JJ, Rafe, and Cleo’s drink back to back. She was automatically disqualified but she was fine dancing with Little J anyway. It unfortunately didn’t come down to what tasted the best but immediately to which one was going to give them a hangover for days…it came close but ultimately the point went to Sarah’s team.

A few more games were dived into: who could blow out the tea light candles the farthest in one breath, stacking cups the fastest with little J participating in before he was ready to go to bed, which Rafe surprisingly stepped up and said he would do, then came the game of head shoulders knees and toes cup—which is basically Simon says and whichever opponent touches the cup first wins, backstabber karaoke where you have to sing the lyrics correctly without looking at the screen, that included Alma getting a nice serenade of, “Leave The Door Open,” from JJ which funny enough unlocked a memory from their high school years, since Alma still has the biggest crush on Bruno Mars and JJ tried to persuade that he sounded better.

Once it was Alma’s turn and she shared a sip of JJ’s horrible concoction, that gave her more faith to belt a ballad as well from Celine Dion, “The Power of love,” but everyone knew they should have left the vocals to Kie anyway. It was shaky on both teams and some accusing the other of cheating just like the game prior but they gave it to Sarah’s team only because they knew the lyrics better!

The final game was: Drunk jeopardy and it was also pretty close until it was Alma’s choice to pick the last category which was: Random for 500.

Rafe reads the question with his head tilted to the side in puzzlement, after tapping out on the games, “What would you say if JJ asked to marry you?”

Kiara, Sarah, and Cleo all shared a gasp and latched into each other once they realized what was happening. John B was tipsy so he slapped his hands against his face, slowly trying to piece together what was going on right now.

Alma widened her low-lidded eyes, in search of JJ to see what was about to occur. She didn’t peak at any of the questions when this board got delivered to their house earlier this week but she never expected this type of question to be here.

A tap to her thigh, makes her look down to see JJ already down on his knee with his hand held out. Alma doesn’t hesitate placing hers in his warm and slightly sweaty one, which JJ intertwined with his own while holding onto a cream colored pouch.

“Hi, Kit.” That nickname fell softly from JJ’s lips as he addressed his woman.

Alma felt her heartbeat in her ears and she was positive that JJ could probably feel that rhythm radiating through their joined hands. “Hey, JJ babe.”

JJ sniffs as he looks down at their hands briefly, “You have no idea how much I’ve been going back and forth in my mind on when to do this.”

Cleo pauses the music from her phone, while Kiara pulls out her phone to record, and Sarah rushes over to John B to plop into his lap and hold onto him.

“Like John B said…Binx even wanted me to just do it.” JJ looks up at Alma, his eyes already appeared watery as he carries on, “So we’re here, months later, finally finding the nerve to ask you. I’m not the best with words as you know yet my mouth always gets me in trouble.”

“Absolutely.” Kiara comments just to be shushed by Pope who still nods his head in agreement and amusement.

JJ gets rid of his glare the moment he peers over at Alma, “We’ve had a lot of conversations high and not high about what the future looked like and I always struggled not knowing or having any ideas…until you became this permanent force in my life. You make me better, want to be better, and make me see that life is worth so much more than the pessimistic thoughts that like to get the best out of me.”

Alma squeezes his hand in encouragement.

“You had my heart way before you even knew it. I tried to fight it too but when you want something bad enough? You’re real sneaky at getting it.” JJ laughs, with Alma echoing, “You’ve always known what you’ve wanted and even now I’m still in disbelief that you choose me time and time again.”

“Don’t be.” Alma whispers but molds her lips into her mouth, not wanting to interrupt.

JJ continues, “We’ve been through some shit, huh?”

Everyone murmurs.

“Yet we still get to tell the story and you’re a huge piece of it. My joy, my whole entire heart. I’m thankful for you showing me what love is, it can be: tender, kind, unpredictable, to the bone, and wholesome. I like comin’ home to you, ya know? You’re always running around in my head with those damn claws of yours that shockingly haven’t poked my damn eye out. Still they know how to leave their mark, don’t they baby?” He wiggles his brows up at the dark haired woman, whose mouth drops a bit with a laugh as she reaches out to playfully swat at his shoulder.

JJ laughs, “What I’m trying to wrap this up into is…I love you so much and you told me you wouldn’t know what to do without me. You almost had that experience…”

Which makes the room appear solemn for a moment at the horrifying memory. That’s what it was and that’s where they needed to keep it.

“The truth is I barely know what to do without you when we’re only a few hours apart. That lets me know, I need you in my life for eternity and a helluva lot more after that. So…Alma belle Layton, would you make me the luckiest man of all time and be my wife?”

Everyone waited with bated breath but JJ’s stomach was in the form of biggest knots. If he didn’t get an answer soon, he might just let it all go right here…sorry you guys!

JJ managed to pull the ring out from the pouch with one hand and teeth. Alma didn’t even need to see the ring because her blank face quickly split into a wide grin that always reached her eyes.

“Duh,” she finally answers bringing her forehead to JJ’s who finally let his shoulders relax.

Claps and whistles were heard all over the living room, leaving JJ to scramble to his feet, with shaky hands he slips the ring onto Alma’s finger. She bounces on her toes, giggling as she locks her arms over JJ’s shoulders, their noses softly bumped against each other’s as they breathed each other in before connecting their lips.

This kiss felt different, like a whole new promise and the static that tingled their lips only made their smiles wider.

“I love you Jeremiah James Maybank and I won’t let you forget it.” Alma whispers against his lips.

JJ feels his whole chest fill with warmth while he nods, “I think I’m finally starting to get that, buttercup.”

Alma throws herself against him tightly, lightly scratching at his back with her nails as he holds onto the woman of his dreams.

Their hug becomes even fuller as the rest of their friends circle them with hugs of their own.

Alma pulls back to flash the ring, which she didn’t even look at, just thrilled that JJ needed her to be his wife.

“I’m a fiancée, y’all!” Alma models her ring which makes JJ send a dimpled smile her way, and all the guys roughly pull and shake JJ around in a congratulating manner.

“I actually got my Poguey for life. WOOO-HOO! YEAH!” JJ cheers with his fists thrown up in the air.

The three girls had their heads trained down on Alma’s trilliant engagement ring.

“You did nice, pretty boy.” Cleo observes, sending her friend a thumbs up.

Kiara nods as she continues to hold Alma’s hand, “JJ’s always had the most questionable taste in pretty much everything but it’s a blessing to see that he made the right choice with you.”

“What kind of compliment is that?” JJ yells out to the taller girl out of the group.

Kiara innocently shrugs her shoulders with a grin.

“We’re officially sisters, AlmBelle!” Sarah is a giggly mess with her chin buried in Alma’s shoulder, while hugging her from behind.

Alma smiles resting her cheek back against Sarah’s.

Rafe glanced at the ring on his way by with his lips pushed out, plastic cup still in hand, “Not bad for a pogue, Maybank.”

“You know what, Rafe?” JJ starts in a tone that makes everyone turn their attention to the blond’s words, “…I’m too happy right now to even want to kick your ass so…happy thanksgiving man.”

Rafe snickers as he gazes up at the turkey leg headband the younger man now had on his head, they side eye each other until Rafe raises his cup in a silent congratulatory manner.

“I’m gonna check on the kid.” Rafe informs the group of friends, stopping to look over his shoulder to see the most loyal of friends express their joy over this new found chapter in their lives.

Everyone stops to just sit with each other for a while before the cleanup starts. Alma has her eyes closed as JJ presses kisses all over her cheek, arms locked around her hips while they lounged on the couch.

They were rightfully in their bubble right now.

“I won’t really be able to keep my hands off you now, Mrs.” He says into her ear.

Alma smiles, “Don’t.”

“Promise you’ll return the favor?” JJ’s got that cute dimple peeking out on his cheek.

Alma shifts to rest her legs over JJ’s lap, “You’re not going anywhere as long as I have something to say about it.”

He runs one hand down the length of her faux leather covered thigh, “I like the sound of that.”

And this is just a page in what should have been the perfect love story.

Sarah smiles at the two from across the room on another sofa, John B was already snoring against her shoulder. It was safe to say that JJ’s team won the Friendsgiving games tonight. Her almond eyes watched as Alma held onto JJ’s jaw as he animatedly talked, probably about his path to getting the ring. There was such a softness in Alma’s eyes as she gently nodded along, listening to the blond she took the time to love.

JJ Maybank was home.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔

[jjxkiaraxpopexcleoxjohnbxsarah]

CATEGORIES FOR GOLDEN ERA OF OBX AWARDS:

BEST BROMANCE FIC

BEST ROMANCE FIC

BEST READER/Y/N FIC

BEST ONESHOT

BEST MULTI-CHAPTER

BEST PIECE OF FANART(will probably be won by my babes @yukswl0v3- JUST JOKING GUYS THIS IS A FAIR CHALLENGE)

BEST ALTERNATE UNIVERSE FIC.

The challenge did start yesterday but so far no works:(

This is for everyone and anyone and you can take part in it whenever you want but if you are aiming to win one of the awards you need to post your work(if its is fanfiction,blurbs,writing,etc you must post on https://archiveofourown.org/collections/GoldenEraOfOBX) by the end of February. The reason why I have chosen such a long deadline is to give everyone a chance to rlly show off they're amazing talents.

All work will be judged fairly by a panel of 5 judges, one being myself and if you want to be a judge do contact me.

If you have any question please again do contact me. I will also post my own work on the collections but I am not taking part of the competition as I am also a judge so that will be unfair.

Make sure to use the tag: GoldenEraOfOBX

[glizysstuff]

Pogue Pictures Day 2: Sarah Cameron

[maybankiara]

Sarah jumped in her chair a little and bit her lip, clearly trying to suppress a smile. ‘We didn’t want to steal JJ’s thunder.’ ‘We really didn’t,’ added John B. ‘Not at all.’ It was as if the world came to a pause; Sarah and John B exchanged a glance not unlike the one Pope and Marcus had exchanged earlier that day, and the barely-contained smiles on their faces told JJ everything even before Sarah shared the news.

excerpt from stay here, darling chapter 5

[highpope]

home with you Masterlist

Outer Banks!College AU | JJ Maybank x Original Female Character

Multi-part series in which Chandler moves into college with her best friends Sarah & Kiara. Only there's this asshole who lives above them that is out to make her life a living hell.

aka a self indulgent fic where the black cat academic dates the team captain

meet the OC ch. one ch. two

[multifandumbmeg]

That Golden Glint of Glory

AKA, that Wild West Outer Banks AU I was talking about.

For the record I think this is a fascinating period in history, will not be glorifying and jumping over the egregious racism and many other issues of the day, but it was also an incredibly tolerant and multi-ethnic setting and I think people tend to forget that. Cowboys were Mexican. Many cowboys and frontiersmen were gay. Prostitution was normal. There were whole Black towns and black regiments of the military. Many people traded and integrated peacefully with indigenous groups. I think that deserves some recognition! So both will be present, because there's some really interesting dynamics at play in this era. I hope you like it!

@jjxkiaraxpopexcleoxjohnbxsarah @redhead1180 @eemolu

[kraekat29]

Day Twenty- Cookie Surprise- JJ x Ruby + John B x Sarah

Sarah and Ruby both loved to bake, it was no secret the two of them were always whipping something up in the kitchen together.

Currently they were making Christmas cookies while John B and JJ lounged on the couch watching movies.

Sarah reached in the cabinet, her eyes widening as she grabbed the aphrodisiac chocolate instead of the chocolate chips.

“Rubes” Sarah said, “hm?” Ruby hummed, looking over, “what do you say we surprise the boys with some special cookies?” Sarah said with a mischievous grin.

Soon enough they were chopping up the chocolate and sprinkling it into the cookie dough, adding some chocolate chips on top as well.

They stood side by side as the cookies baked, struggling to suppress their giggles which caught the attention of the boys.

“Well well, what do we have here?” John B said, kissing Sarah’s temple, “seems like you two are plotting” JJ teased, hugging Ruby from behind.

“We made you guys some special cookies” Sarah said while Ruby grabbed them from the oven, the two girls winking at each other as the cookies were moved to a plate.

John B and JJ both grabbed a cookie, both of them immediately devouring them, “oh my god these are heaven” JJ groaned around a mouthful.

After a moment both boys paused, their cheeks tinting a bright shade of red as the girls desperately tried not to laugh as their plan had worked.

“No fair!” John B and JJ yelled in usion chasing a laughing Sarah and Ruby through the house, their laughter echoing.

What a naughty surprise.

[jojameswinter]

There’s not a word spoken when they’re done, staring at their creation. It’s not pretty, but it’s strong. It’s not what anyone expects, but maybe that’s a good thing.

“JJ, what the hell is this?”

Or not.

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Read chapter 3 here on ao3!

[jiara week 2023 - day 5: based on a book/movie/show]

[jiara bingo - coworkers]

[bellylivesthepoguelife]

I Need You Update

Hi friends!

With Season 4 out now, and finding out John B. & Sarah are pregnant, I'm SUPER inspired to finish what I started in the I Need You universe. (Help!)

I've got a ton of ideas that I'm working on formatting right now. Originally, I Need You was going to be a 14 chapter fic, but with my newly inspired ideas, it may end up being longer -- BUT I NEED HELP!

Moreso, I need opinions! Is anyone willing to let me bounce ideas off of them, or even just beta-read for me? I'm a collaborative person by nature, and I need someone to help me organize my thoughts and make sure my characterizations are still accurate!

[luciddaizey]

John B and Sarah Cameron OBX2

GIF IS MINE, GIVE CREDIT PLS! <3

[designatedtrash]

bored as fuck during my 3 hour long study abroad classes, might fuck around and finish my Jarah B fanfic that everyone loved (but no promises)