I havent wached and i dont want to :( it would break my heart to have JJ and Jiara missing. let me ask u something....please dont tell me theres any tease of a new ship for kiara in there (especially with u know who) that i couldnt bare.
Totally understandable :(
As far as I could tell there weren’t any hints towards that (thank god) but it was a pretty short teaser so who knows what they actually have planned for the season as a whole
It did seem like it was maybe setting up a Kiara centric season which on the one hand is like omg finally but on the other makes the loss of jj and jiara hurt even more
I still don’t even know if I’m gonna watch any of the new season, if I do it’ll just be to get some form of closure and see how downhill the show inevitably goes lmao
just saw the obx teaser trailer for the final season was posted and it’s making me feel so emo 💔 before last season I would spend hours dissecting the trailers, coming up with theories, and watching edits but now I just feel hollow towards it all - forever mourning the loss of jj and jiara
and I highkey miss the jiara fandom (much like the loss of the bellarke fandom to similar circumstances) I hope you’re all doing well and have moved on to a new epic slowburn (might I suggest checking out pjo and percabeth to fill the void as I have LOL)
I was the person who couldn't wait for the next season and counted down every second until it arrived. Now I couldn't care less about OBX's final season. Without JJ, I have zero interest in watching it, and I don't plan to. It's heartbreaking to say goodbye to one of my favorite shows this way. They completely messed it up. Thanks a lot. 💔😭
Snippet from a WIP where JJ and Luke’s conversation about Larissa and the Genrette’s goes a different direction. Loosely inspired by the Noah Kahan song.
JJ tried to breathe. Which was supposed to be simple, right? Just in through his nose, out through his mouth, nice and slow and even and controlled like the way Kiara was always getting on him about.
She called it guided meditation and said it was grounding and spiritual, all the things she swore by.
To him… it was all kinda bullshit.
But to her…it was a last-ditch effort she’d taken up as a way to keep him from completely losing it so JJ was willing to give it a try for her.
Only for her.
It didn’t matter either way now though because it wasn’t working and truth was, he couldn’t really remember the last time it had actually worked at all.
Maybe before the letter?
The stupid-ominous-fancy cursive-big words saying a whole lot of shit without actually saying anything at all-letter.
Or maybe it was before he walked into their living room today with a dead body and Pope covered in blood and Cleo just staring off behind them like if she didn’t look at Terrance lying there it wouldn’t be real.
Maybe even before that.
Before Kiara on the beach with that baby sea turtle in her hands and a jeep revving towards her. On the dock claiming he’s never taken her on a real date like every night they’d spent together on the boat or in bed talking until the sun came up, every day spent surfing or fishing or every time he’d planned just them doing something he thought was special hadn’t been good enough. Before the hospital bracelet on her wrist or her face under the water, screaming for air that wasn’t there.
Before she almost didn’t come back because of him.
Before she almost died because of him.
Yeah. It was definitely sometime before that.
He let out another deep breath and dragged a hand down his face, eyes set out on the water like the lapping waves could actually give him something, any glimmer of relief in his chest like it used to, if he just stared out long enough.
It didn’t.
He was messed up, that was for sure. And the shittiest part was that he was so close to having it all.
Like it really wasn’t actually that long ago that he thought he knew what he was doing. Or at least he knew how to fake it good enough to pull off that he did.
The money, the house, the snapper, the shop, the whole “getting his shit together” thing…
Kiara.
It was like for a second there, he actually thought, really, truly thought, he wouldn't screw it up.
But that was his thing wasn’t it?
Screw it up, burn it down, and act like it doesn’t matter except it does. It always does.
And now he’s just…here, sitting on freaking Barracuda Mike’s dock, staring out at water that doesn’t give a damn about him anymore, alone, waiting on a phone that probably won’t ring.
So he tried to breathe, he really did, but it came out shaky and rattled in his chest. He blinked back hard, salty-sea breeze stinging like glass in his eyes and pressed his palm to his chest.
Lately, for some reason he can’t quite place, it felt like he didn’t even know who the hell he was anymore. Which was insane, because he’s JJ Maybank. Just two letters, just JJ. A native Outer Banks local, a salt-lifer, a Maybank, a Pogue down to his bones.
It was supposed to be simple, life after chaos. They did it, after all. They got the gold, he got the girl and settled down.
But ever since the storm and the shop went down and the bills started stacking back up again and the Enduro and Wes Genrette and the amulet and those damn words digging a hole in his head—ask him about Albatross, nothing has been simple.
And then the phone rang.
JJ didn’t grab it right away, just stared at it, watching it vibrate against the wood of the dock for a second questioning whether he actually wanted to answer it at all. Maybe not knowing was better than whatever can of shit he was about to open. He wanted to let it go. Maybe let the phone shake right off the edge of the dock and disappear into the dark water forever.
Maybe let it take him with it too.
Problem solved…maybe.
Not really.
He shook his head and grabbed at the phone, hitting accept before he could talk himself out of it.
“Yeah?” He cleared his throat. “Yeah.”
For a second it was just static, enough time to force another breath, then a voice he hadn’t heard in so long broke through.
'Remember those walls I built? Well, baby, they're tumbling down And they didn't even put up a fight They didn't even make a sound.'
Show:Outer Banks
Character(s): JJ Maybank, Kiara Carrera
Song: Halo
Cover By: Peter Katz
