#kie x pope

[mclintocksdaughter]

Imagine introducing the pogues to cowboy culture. You teaching them about rodeos, cowboys, cowgirls, cattle, horses, and livestock shows. You taking them to rodeos and bringing them onto a ranch. Introducing them to country music and taking them to a concert. You also teach them about the hat rule.

[amilyworks]

"Whoever said "Living in paradise is no vacation" sure was right."

— Pope Heyward in Outer Banks: Pogue Life Book

[alyswritings]

First Period

Request: Could you write a fic where jj maybanks little sister gets her first period and her dad finds out and makes her feel really bad about it but then jj makes her feel better?

JJ Maybank x sister!reader

Summary: Y/N gets her first period.

Warnings: luke being a dick

(gif not mine)

Y/N walks into the bathroom, pulling her pants down and sitting on the toilet. She looks down, her eyes widening at the red stain in her underwear. Her heartrate picks up, the girl quickly pulling her pants up and turning around in the mirror, seeing the red substance on the back of her pajama pants.

"No. No, no, no." She mumbles, rushing to her bedroom. She pulls the blankets back, the blood on her sheets. "Fuck." She whispers, feeling panic start to build up. She doesn't have any items to help her or prepare her for this. JJ's not even home, the boy having to work, reluctantly leaving his sister home alone with the siblings' dad.

Y/N whines as she considers going to get Luke. Maybe he's in a rare moment of sobriety and would help her. She goes to leave the room, but stops as music starts to blast letting her know she's not getting her wish.

She contemplates texting JJ, but knows they need the money and she shouldn't make him leave early, especially for something that isn't life or death.

The girl jumps as the door slams open, her father storming in.

"The fuck you doing, you useless little bitch? You were supposed to get those damn dishes done." Luke sneers, grabbing a fistful of her hair making her cry out.

"I-I'm sorry. I'll do them now." Y/N whines in pain.

"You bet your stupid ass you will." Luke seethes, Y/N flinching as spit flies onto her face. Luke starts to drag her out but notices the stain on her bed. "The fuck is that?"

"I-I got my period." Y/N admits with a shaky voice, avoiding eye contact.

"Ugh." Luke grimaces. "Don't you have shit for that?" He questions, shoving her back.

"N-no. No, this-- it's my first one." Y/N says. "I didn't-- I didn't know it happ-" She flinches as Luke punches the wall, creating a hole the size of his fist.

"You fucking idiot! You're supposed to know better when it comes to all that nasty shit!" Luke shouts.

"I'm sorry." Y/N whimpers, tears springing to her eyes.

"Don't fucking cry, you little crybaby!" He roars in her face, Y/N doing her best to hold her tears back. "Fucking stupid disgusting little bitch. God." He storms out, slamming the door shut behind him. He raises the volume on his stereo, Y/N covering her ears to block the noise out, quietly sobbing to herself.

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JJ quietly walks into the house, listening to the silence. He waits a moment, hearing the snores emitting from his father in the living room. He gently shuts the door and creeps through the house, keeping his eyes on his dad to make sure he doesn't wake up.

Ditching his bag in his bedroom, he goes to Y/N's room, gently knocking on the door before opening it and going in, shutting the door. He looks around, frowning when he spots Y/N curled up on the floor on a blanket, her head on her knees.

"Hey." JJ gently calls, Y/N's head shooting up, the boy only growing more worried at the tear stains on her face. He glances up, noticing the hole in the wall that he knows wasn't there before. "Did he hit you?"

Y/N sniffles as she shakes her head, relaxing JJ only the slightest.

"What happened, kid?" JJ asks, crouching in front of her, brushing some of her wet hair away from her face.

"I-I got my period." Y/N mumbles, sniffling. JJ's eyes widen momentarily, not expecting that answer.

"O-okay." He says. "What happened?"

"He got really mad." She says, her voice only a broken whisper. JJ sighs, grimacing at her having to deal with Luke.

"C'mere." He tries to pull her into a hug, but she pulls back.

"No." She whines. "No, I'm disgusting."

"No, you're not." JJ denies. "This is a normal process for girls, you're not disgusting." He assures.

"No, it-- it's in my underwear and on my shorts. That's why I have the blanket, I didn't wanna stain the floor." She starts to cry as she rants. "And it's-- I didn't know what to do, we haven't actually talked about this. And it's all on my bed." She sobs, JJ finally able to pull her into a hug. He gently shushes her as she cries into his shoulder, his hand resting on the back of her head and stroking her hair.

"You're okay." JJ mumbles in her ear. "You're okay. It's okay." JJ continues to hold her until her cries start to cease.

"Okay. Hey." He pulls away, smoothing her hair down. "Get changed, clean up however much you need to, put some toilet paper in your underwear, and-- and if you're okay with it, I'll call Sarah and Kie and get them to help out with-- with the whole... supply thing. Cause I can comfort you, but I know there's a lot of options and I don't know shit about any of them." He admits gaining a watery giggle from his sister.

"That's fine." She nods, rubbing her nose and sniffing.

"Okay." JJ nods. "And pack a bag. We're going to the chateau." He states.

"What about the sheets?" She asks.

"Uh... I'll throw 'em in a trash bag and we can wash them there." JJ says. "I'll handle everything. Just get ready." Y/N nods and JJ kisses her on the forehead before leaving to let her get changed.

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After a somewhat long trip to the store with Kie and Sarah on FaceTime, the two siblings managed to get the correct items. JJ didn't realize how much they would cost, using the last bit of money he had for them and a candy bar Y/N was eyeing at the counter.

The two are at the chateau and Y/N had taken a shower, taking care of everything while JJ put her sheets in the washer.

Them, Pope, and John B are hanging around as they wait for the other two girls to get here for a movie night.

"Hey." Sarah greets with a smile as she walks in.

"Hey, boys, Y/N/N." Kie smiles, walking in, her arms holding a few pizza boxes and six pack of beer along with a six pack of Y/N's favorite soda.

They get greeting in return, John B taking the pizzas from Kie and putting them on the coffee table.

"And this is especially for you." Sarah smiles, holding a basket out to Y/N. The younger girl lights up at her favorite snacks in the basket, along with a few period products and some painkillers. "A care package."

"Yeah. And if you have any questions, need any help, or anything, you know you can always come to us." Kie assures, smiling softly at the younger girl.

"Thank you." Y/N grins, getting up and hugging them both, the older two returning her hug with tight embraces.

"Here, baby Maybank." John B holds out a plate of pizza out to her, sliding a soda can over to her side of the table.

"Thanks." Y/N mumbles, accepting the plate and sitting back down.

'Thank you.' JJ mouths to his two female friends, both of them giving him smiles and nods.

"Can you sit with me?" Y/N hopefully looks up at Sarah.

"Yeah, of course." Sarah grins.

"Oh, come on." John B whines.

"Sorry, John B. I'm spoken for." Sarah shrugs, sitting next to the tween, rubbing her leg for a short comforting moment.

JJ reaches out and gets his own food and a beer, ruffling Y/N's hair before he sits back down.

[erwinsvow]

sometimes the boys keep you in the dark about what they’re really up to—they think it’s easier than trying to explain everything to you. you’re real sweet, almost too nice and too sweet, so they know you’ll have your own issues with their plans. and besides all of that, you’re still a kook princess deep down, and when you get the sense that anything even remotely illegal is going on, you make the jump to panic immediately. 

so they don’t always tell you what’s going on-recon missions late at night are now exploring trips.

“why can’t we explore during the day, again? when it’s sunny?” you question, while jj shines a flashlight at your face, making you whine and cover your eyes. pope and john b share a glance.

“‘cause, princess, it’s more fun at night. otherwise pope couldn’t use all these gadgets. and it’s spooky, right?” jj throws in, hands wrapping around your stomach from behind and tickling. you start laughing, and they think they’ve avoided your question well enough for now. “see? havin’ fun now, arent’ya?”

“don’t worry, pretty girl, we’ll protect you.” you comply a lot more once john b says that.

at the chateau, when they’re all pouring over dusty old maps and books, you sit and flick through your phone until you’re bored enough to ask what they’re even looking at. the boys all exchange a glance—they do that a lot, you think absentmindedly. 

“uh, john b?” jj asks.

“um, well-” john starts, but gets interrupted by pope.

“no, jj went last time, so it’s my turn now-”

“well, i can go again, if you guys are occupied with this-”

“not gonna steal my turn, jayj.” pope walks over to you, leaving the pages behind. you smile at the attention, happy just to not be alone.

“should i go make lemonade for everyone? will you keep me company, pope?” and he nods, looking back at the boys a final time.

“sure, sweetheart, let’s go,” and he takes your hand in his, guiding you to the messy kitchen. 

just as you start cutting the lemons, you look up at pope, wanting to ask about what they were all so hyper-focused on—instead of being focused on you.

“will you tell me what they’re talking about?” you glance at pope shyly, always embarrassed since you worry if he thinks you’re dumb. 

“it’s nothing to worry your pretty head about, sweetheart. just john b’s stuff, and we’re tryna help him, s’all.” 

“can i help with anything?”

“you’re helping right now,” he reassures, and you feel giddy, starting the juice the lemons. “we all love your lemonade.” you come back with a pitcher of lemonade and a big smile, content to just lay around and watch them work into the afternoon. 

if you find out they’re gonna be on the boat, and they didn’t tell you, it’s a whole nightmare on its own. so when they finally have the perfect calm day to go use the underwater drone, they pick you up. 

you’re dolled up since it’s your absolute favorite—boat day! you’re wearing a flimsy yellow bikini and one of pope’s button ups over it, sporting john b’s old sunglasses and your matching shark-tooth necklace from jj. you climb onto the boat with your little pink cooler and the romance book you’ve been reading this week, before they take off into the ocean. 

“uh, princess?” jj asks, and you look up. he gestures at your cooler. “didn’t peg you to pack bait for us, but i mean, i’m grateful-”

“ew, jayj, no. it’s snacks!” you look at the others excitedly, opening the pink lid and taking out sliced fruit and carrot sticks. you pass them to john b, who passes them to pope, who then hands it to jj, who starts eating. “there’s also ranch for the carrot sticks, but i made it myself so it’s a lot healthier than the store-bought kind. and sandwiches for later. i love boat days.” 

you curl up with some apple slices and your book on the little seat, the boys looking at each other. a little while later, when they start what they really came out here for, john b catches jj and pope staring at you.

“i’m gonna propose. today.” 

“not if i do it first.”

[thehorrorgirlstyles]

The Kook princess

Part 1

JJ Maybank x Kook!reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of smoking & drinking, 18+ themes, mature, mentions of sex

(Note: This part is more Rafe x reader background, JJ x reader will be in the next part!!)

Summary: Being best friends with Kiara means spending a lot of time with the Pogues, something that your boyfriend, Rafe, isn't to happy about.

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"Kie, I don't know if I should come...I don't think your friends like me very much" You say to Kiara while fixing your hair. You guys have spent the last few days at your house eating snacks and watching tv. Now since the hurricane has passed, Kiara is trying to get you to go fishing with her friends on the other side of the island.

"Cmon Y/n I promise you it will be fun, they just need time to warm up to you..that's all".

You turn around and see her shuffling through your clothes looking for something for you to wear. She throws a two piece your way and you catch it. "Now you can't make an excuse saying you don't have anything to wear", she smiles at you.

"God, I hate you" you smile back at her.

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After both of you have finished getting ready you go downstairs and wait for them to come by and pick you up. The longer you wait the more you grow nervous, "Kie, I don't know if this is such a good idea anymore".

"Relax, they're almost here" Kiara says while grabbing your hand to calm your nerves. Just then you hear an engine growing closer. You look up and see that it's not her friends, but instead your boyfriend.

"What the hell, what is he doing here?"

"I don't know, he didn't call".

Kiara drops your hand and walks over to the truck, "Dude get the hell out of here, Y/n and I are spending time together". Rafe ignores her and starts making his way over to you. He greets you by giving you a quick kiss to the lips. You quickly pull away and look at him, questioning why he's here.

"What I can't see my own girlfriend now?"

"No, of course you can Rafe it's jus-" Kiara cuts you off, "We had plans!"

Just then John, Pope, and JJ pull up in the boat.

"Hey Kie cmon we have stuff to do!" JJ yells out. Kiara looks at you, silently telling you to come with her, but you tell her you'll just catch up to her later. She scoffs and heads off towards the boat.

"So what you're hanging around dirty pouges now?", your boyfriend says after they leave, tightening his hand around your arm.

"What?..Kie's my friend, she just wanted me to go fishing with them that all".

"Hmmm" he thinks while looking at you, "I don't want you hanging around that girl if she's with them, especially JJ..You hear me" He looks at you with a look that you've never seen before.

"Yeah, yeah okay whatever" you brush it off.

He isn't quite satisfied with your answer but he leaves it at that and ushers you towards his truck. You ask him where he's taking you and he says something about stopping by to see a guy named Barry.

"What do you need to see this Barry guy for and why are you taking me with you?...I could've went with Kie if this is all that we were gonna do." He stops the car suddenly and you jerk forward in your sit.

"So you rather hang out with those pogues than me?" He doesn't look at you, but you see his fist tightening against the wheel.

"Jesus what's your promblem.. why are you on one today?"

He slams his fist against the wheel, making the alarm go off, "ANSWER ME!" You shriek back at his voice, not knowing why he's acting like this. I mean you know that he can be a dick sometimes, but he's never gotten physical with you or raised his voice at you.

"Rafe, calm down, who cares if I hang out with them, they're still people you know that right?" You ask, not liking the way he keeps calling them "dirty pouges".

"That's not the question I asked" he finally turns his head to look at you and you see just how angry he actually is.

"Uhh- no Rafe, I want to hang out with you", you back away from him slightly, your back pushed against the door.

"Good", he says while speeding off towards Barry's.

For the next 10 minutes you sat in silently with your back facing the door and your eyes watching Rafe's moves. You're not quite sure what's gotten in to him but he isn't acting like his usual self. Usually he's a dick to everyone BUT you not a dick to you.

"Alright where here, stay in the car." You look up and see small trailer. Rafe turns your head to face him and you gasp, "Do you understand, stay in the car Y/n!" He says it like it's not a request but a demand. You nod your head and he hops out the door slamming it. You watch him walk into the tailer.

A couple minutes later he walks out with a bag full of white stuff in it. He hops in the truck wasting no time in taking off.

"So, watcha get?" You ask, while reaching to grab the bag from him. He jerks the car, swevring it and you fall back against the seat, "None of your business Y/n!" He says raising his voice, "Keep your hands to yourself, stop trying to touch my shit!" he grips the wheel and drives faster.

You look at him in shock, why is he being more of an asshole today? You look back at the bag and think to yourself why he doesn't want you to know, when you realize what exactly the "white stuff'" is. "Are you on drugs?" you flat out ask him.

He grips the wheel tighter, growing more angrier, "Like I said Y/n its none of your business!"

"The fuck is wrong with you Rafe, if my boyfriend is doing drugs I think I have the fucking right to know!" You say raising your voice to. If he can raise it so can you.

"Y/n shut the fuck up stop being a god damn bitch right now, all you have to do is fucking sit there and not say anything!" You open your mouth in shock, did your boyfriend just seriously call you a bitch? Maybe it's just the drugs affecting him?

"Rafe seriously whats wrong?" you go to touch his shoulder, in hopes of calming this situation down.

"GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" you jump back at his voice. Not liking how he is acting.

"Rafe let me out, you're scaring me." He doesn't listen to you. "Rafe stop this fucking car, you're scaring me!" He presses down on the breaks hard, jerking you forward again. You unbuckle your seatbelt and look to him for an answer to why he's being like this. Hoping that he'll apologize and tell you that he will get better.

"Get the fuck out Y/n since you wanted to so badly!" you continue to stare out him, hoping he will say something to make this better, but its a lot cause.

"I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT BITCH!" he open the door for you and pushes you out the car. You land on the side of the road and look up at him, he doesn't look back speeding off down the street. You sit there hurt and crying, blood dripping from your knee.

When you finally get up, you decide to walk to John B's knowing that the walk back to your house will take longer and you're in no state right now. You knock on the door and wait, praying that someone is here.

"Yo Y/N what's up, you decided to hang out with us" Kie opens the door, but her smile drops when she sees the state you're in. "What the hell happened..are you okay?" She pulls you into the house and walks you over to the couch, you sit down noticing that she's the only one here.

"They're outside in the back, trying to clean up the mess the hurricane made" you nod at her words, another tear slipping down your cheek. She gets up and finds supplies in the bathroom for your knees, helping you bandage it. "Luckily it doesn't look too bad, but I'm just gonna bandage it so it won't get infected", She looks at you again, "Are you gonna tell me what happened?"

"Rafe" you choke out.

"That Bastard, fuck Y/n how could he hurt you, I know Rafes an ass, but he loves you?"

"He's o-on drugs", you look to the floor, more tears escaping.

"Holy shit...I'm so sorry Y/n...that's still not an excuse to hurt you." You look at her knowing she's right. "Umm- hey I know this probably isn't the best time, but were having a bonfire tonight, you should come...help clear your mind off things..maybe release some stress" she says winking at you trying to help lightening the situation. You laugh, "If this is you trying to say I should have sex with a stranger, so that I can get my mind of Rafe, then yeah your right, this isn't the best time".

"I mean that's the best way right... and there will be drinks there, cmon Y/n" she looks at you pleading.

"Kie, my boyfriend just pushed me out a car and is snorting coke and you want me to go to a party?" you look at her like she's crazy.

"Yes...?, Besides he's your ex-boyfriend now right?" You look at her thinking, you haven't thought that far, but it probably is a good idea to stop seeing Rafe, especially now that he's on hard drugs. He hurt you and you can never forgive him for that. Besides you guys were never going to work in the long run, Rafe is an asshole the total opposite of you. You want kids in the future and you definalty don't see Rafe being a good dad.

"Fine, yes I am single now..theres no point in dwelling on the matter, I'll go with you to the bonfire" She jumps up and down, happy that your finally ending things with Rafe after talking about it for some time now.

"YES, finally!... Lemme go tell the boys" she runs off outside.

You pray your making the right decision and you hope that your now ex won't be showing up anytime soon...

[mariailoveyou-guerin]

this jiara pic is literally screaming

“When you wake up next to him in the middle of the night

With your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wife

And when you think about me, all of those years ago” bc why is he asleep and she’s awake? lesbain kie canon s4 incoming

[lydiaas]

OUTER BANKS, SEASON 3 - OTP + KISSES

[sarhcameron]

jiara and popecleo are literally the grumpy gf x sunshine bf trope

[raiisakitsune]

Pogues + onion headlines

[crazy-together-cambria]

jj was never in love with kie

[ellieelzeliza]

can we burn slow: part two

couple: heyward fem!reader x jj maybank

outline: pope’s female cousin comes to visit obx. what happens when she meets the pogues and starts falling for a certain blonde haired blue eyed surfer.

cw: SMUT, fingering, p in v, squirting, dirty talk, slight degradation, let me know if i missed anything **all characters are adults (18+ only!!! MINORS DNI)

proofread by: @prettygirl-gabi

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you wake up groggy and disoriented, your brain feeling like it’s been put through a blender.

you try to sit up but a wave of nausea washes over you, forcing you back onto the couch.

jj’s voice breaks the silence “looks like the princess is finally awake.”

you groan holding your head “what happened last night, i feel like i fell down ten flights of stairs.”

jj laughs while pope just shakes his head “you smoked an entire joint by yourself, princess then proceeded to drink three wine coolers on top of that.”

john b smirks slightly as he leans against the wall “yeah, and then you puked your guts out in the convenience store bathroom.”

sarah and kie come into the living room with water and tylenol.

sarah hands you a bottle of water and two pills “here, take this. it’ll help with the headache and the nausea”. kie gives a sympathetic smile “how you feeling?”

“like shit” you say as you drink some water then take the two pills.

“that’s what you get for smoking an entire joint all by yourself.” jj laughs as he teases you “can’t handle your weed, princess?”

you roll my eyes “you gave me the joint jj” you deadpan at jj.

jj holds up his hands in defense “hey, i didn’t force you to smoke it.” he grins “you took it willingly and then proceeded to turn into a lightweight.”

you lay back down “is there anyplace to eat breakfast, my stomach is touching my back right now”.

john b speaks up. “there’s a diner not too far from here. they’ve got good greasy food. that’ll definitely help with your hangover.”

you sit up slipping on your shoes “well let’s go” you say heading for the front door.

the gang files out of the chateau and piles into the twinkie. john b and sarah take the front seats while pope, kie, and jj squish into the back seat.

jj pats the seat next to him, motioning for you to sit beside him “come on, princess. sit next to me.”

you sit down in the seat next to him, practically bouncing in your seat from excitement.

jj laughs as he eyes your bouncing legs “someones getting excited about some pancakes” he teases, poking at your side.

you swat his hand away “well duh, im starving” you say looking out the window.

he grins and holds up his hands in surrender "calm down, princess. we'll be there soon."

the twinkie pulls up in front of the diner and everyone gets out. jj let’s you get out first "after you, princess."

you exit the van then you all head inside, as the door opens your hit with the warm smell of cinnamon and coffee.

the group finds a booth at the back of the diner and slides into their seats.

jj scoots into the booth beside you, his thigh pressing against yours.

the waitress comes over with a handful of menus and hands them out “what can i get you guys to drink?”

you look through the menu “mmm, can i get an apple juice?”

the waitress nods and jots down your order. she turns to the rest of the group, taking their drink orders before leaving to put them into the system.

jj leans back in his seat, eyeing you  curiously "apple juice? seriously, princess?"

you zip your jacket up “you literally ordered orange juice. what are you a grandpa?” you snicker.

jj laughs "hey, don't diss the orange juice. it's a classic." he grins and bumps his shoulder against yours playfully "but at least I'm not drinking kiddie juice."

“apple juice is refreshing, especially with ice. who even orders orange juice for breakfast.” you say sassily.

jj smirks and leans in closer to you. "i do, princess. and it's delicious. you should try expanding your taste buds sometime."

the waitress comes back with everyone's drinks and takes the group's food orders. jj orders pancakes drowned in syrup and bacon.

“can i get the buttermilk pancakes, sunny side up eggs and hash browns with the fruit bowl please” you ask handing your menu back to the waitress.

the waitress smiles and jots down your order "coming right up, hun." she says before heading back to the kitchen.

jj watches you intently, amused by your breakfast order "pancakes, eggs, hash browns, fruit bowl... and apple juice. you really have the palette of a toddler, don't you?"

“you ordered pancakes and bacon. that’s what my little brother orders when we go to breakfast, you have the palette of a seven year old” you say crossing your arms.

jj snorts and grins "ouch, feisty this morning, aren't you princess?" he laughs at your annoyed expression. "but pancakes and bacon are classic breakfast foods. can't go wrong with a good ol' stack of pancakes."

you all sit there the next few minutes in silence waiting for the food to arrive.

the group engages in small talk amongst themselves, bantering and joking with each other. sarah and kie are deep in conversation about a party that's happening later tonight. pope is on his phone, scrolling through his social media. john b just sits there quietly, looking half-asleep. jj, on the other hand, keeps sneaking glances at you from beside him.

you turn to him “do i have something on my face?”

jj shakes his head and grins "no, just admiring the view." he replies, giving you a once-over. he's blatantly checking you out, his gaze lingering a little too long on certain parts of your body. it's obvious that he's enjoying getting under your skin.

“well find something else to look at” you say shifting in your seat.

jj laughs and leans closer to you "why, can't handle a little attention, princess?" he grins slyly, his eyes roaming over your body once again "you know, you look pretty good when you're flustered like this."

pope looks between the two of you and sits his phone down.

pope rolls his eyes and shoots jj a look, trying to subtly signal to him to ease up.

jj just ignores him and continues to flirt with you, his hand moving to rest on your thigh under the table.

you look at him questionably.

jj chuckles at your expression, his hand slowly rubbing your thigh under the table.

his touch is light and teasing "what's wrong, princess? something on your mind?" he asks, grinning wickedly as he watches you squirm under his touch.

you look down at his pants “i think there’s something on your mind. that ice in my drink might prove useful since there aren’t any showers around here” you whisper in his ear pretending to look out the window.

jj’s eyes widen at your unexpected remark. his hand immediately stops rubbing your thigh and he shifts in his seat, clearing his throat awkwardly.

"um..." he stutters, momentarily speechless. he glances around the table to see if anyone else heard your comment, but everyone else is too engrossed in their own conversations to pay attention.

you smirk “oh, they’re not listening to us. what happened to me being flustered?” you put your hand in his lap “didn’t think i’d match your energy?”.

jj’s heartbeat quickens as you put your hand in his lap. his expression darkens slightly as he looks at you, a flash of desire in his eyes. "mmm, princess, you're playing with fire here." he murmurs, his fingers tracing small circles on your skin.

“haven’t been burned yet. oh there’s the food!” you say as if you weren’t just palming jj underneath the table.

jj is caught off guard again as the waitress sets the food down in front of you both. he quickly withdraws his hand from your thigh, trying to play it cool. the rest of the gang digs into their food, blissfully unaware of the tension between the two of you. but it's hard for jj to ignore the fact that he’s still warm and tingling from your touch, his mind still fixated on your subtle flirtation.

“so, how’s your seven year old breakfast jj” you tease drinking some of your juice.

jj glares at you, his annoyance at your taunts barely masked by his smirk. "it’s delicious, princess. how's your kiddie juice?" he retorts back, taking a large bite of his pancakes.

“cooling, do you still need those ice cubes” you say smiling.

"why, you gonna give me a cold shower later?" jj shoots back with a sly grin. he leans in closer to you, his voice lowering to a husk whisper "you know, princess, two can play at this game." his hand finds its way back to your thigh, this time higher up than before. he gives it a gentle squeeze, his fingers tracing patterns on your inner thigh.

you smirk “mmm, maybe. but if you’re gonna play the game play it right” you say before your fork ‘falls’ to the floor. “damnit, i dropped my fork” you slip under the table to grab it and on your way up you graze your hand over his clothed cock.

jj stifles a gasp as your hand brushes against him, his breath catching in his throat.

he tightens his grip on his fork, trying to maintain his composure as the group continues chatting obliviously.

but his eyes follow your every move, watching as you slide underneath the table and lean back up.

he can't help but notice how close your face gets to his lap, and he swallows hard as a surge of heat rushes through him.

as you sit back in your seat you scoot just a little bit closer to him “i’m sorry jj can i borrow your fork mines fell” you say as you grab his fork licking the syrup off before using it to eat your fruit.

jj’s eyes darken as he watches you take his fork and lick the syrup off it.

a rush of heat pools in his stomach at the sight of your tongue on his fork, the way you so innocently tease him making his heart race.

he shifts in his seat, trying to hide the way his jeans are now feeling tighter than before.

"sure, princess. help yourself." he manages to say, his voice strained.

“thank you jayj” you say your hand resting in his lap as you eat your food “oh my god, i’ve never had breakfast this good” you groan.

jj swallows hard as he feels your hand on his lap, his leg instinctively jerking as your touch sends a jolt of electricity through him.

he forces himself to focus on the group's conversation, trying to act like your hand isn't driving him crazy.

"yeah, uh, the food's great." he says, his voice hoarse. he takes a large bite of his pancakes, trying to distract himself from the feeling of your hand slowly inching higher up his thigh.

the waitress comes back over and asks if anyone wants dessert or just the bill.

"just the bill, please." jj says a little too quickly, his voice tight.

the waitress nods and scurries away to grab the check.

the rest of the gang is still chatting and joking, oblivious to the tension between the two of you.

jj’s eyes flicker to your hand on his lap, still resting dangerously close to his crotch.

his breathing is ragged and he grips the table tightly, trying to maintain some semblance of control.

you reach into your pocket and grab your debit card “breakfast is on me, my way of saying thank you to everyone for welcoming me” you hand your card to the waitress.

the group looks at you in surprise, clearly not expecting you to foot the bill for the entire table.

"are you sure, princess?" jj asks, raising an eyebrow. "you don't have to do that."

you nod “no worries, i don’t mind at all” you grab your debit card back from the waitress putting back into your wallet.

the waitress smiles and walks away, leaving the table in stunned silence for a moment.

john b is the first to speak up, a look of disbelief on his face "you just paid for all of us? that must have been like a hundred bucks."

you shrug “maybe, but that’s how i was raised. we take care of our friends and family, im not anyone’s sugar mama though” you say laughing.

john b laughs along with you, clapping a hand on your shoulder. "well, we're definitely not complaining. thanks, y/n."

sarah grins and winks at you. "if you're not anyone's sugar mama, does that mean you're open to applications?"

jj pipes up with a smirk, his eyes glinting mischievously. "sorry, but i think i called dibs on being y/n’s favorite."

after leaving a tip we head back to the twinkie “me and y/n need to head back home. can you drop us off?” pope asks john b as we all get into the twinkie.

john b nods and starts the car. "sure, no problem." he looks at you and jj sitting in the back seat, the two of you sitting closer than before.

sarah notices the shift in seating and grins, shooting you a knowing look from the front seat.

you nod your head agreeing with pope “yeah, we might be able to hang later. it’s just i promised my uncle that we’d help him restock the store” you say scrolling through your phone.

john b nods as he drives, his eyes flickering to the rearview mirror every so often to look at you and jj.

jj leans back in his seat, his eyes fixed on you. the tension between the two of you has eased slightly, but there's still an underlying heat there. he fidgets with his fingers, clearly itching to reach out and touch you again.

sarah turns around in her seat and smirks at you. "stocking shelves, huh? sounds like a thrilling afternoon." she teases.

you shake your head “it’s pretty boring honestly. it’s just me and pope, if you guys come help then it’ll get done quicker and we can get back on the road?” you look at them pleading.

john b rolls his eyes playfully. "you really think we want to spend our afternoon stocking shelves?"

sarah grins and nudges john b’s shoulder. "come on, it could be fun. and it's a good excuse to spend more time together."

kie snorts "yeah, fun. stacking boxes. sounds like a blast."

you put your phone in your pocket as john b pulls up to the store “what about you jj, you coming?” you say getting out of the twinkie.

jj hesitates for a moment before nodding. "yeah, sure. why not."

he hops out of the car and follows you towards the store, his eyes flicking up and down your body as he walks behind you.

you walk into the store “me and pope are back and we brought more help” you say to your uncle.

your uncle looks up from stocking the shelves and raises an eyebrow as he sees you and jj walking in behind you. "oh, so you've brought reinforcements?"

pope gives his dad an apologetic smile. "yeah, we figured we could use some extra hands to get this done faster."

he nods “well, i’ll leave y’all to it. i got a delivery to make in figure 8 anyways. pope im trusting you and your cousin to handle the restock while i’m gone.”

pope nods. "you got it, dad."

your uncle grabs his keys and heads out the door, leaving all of you alone in the store.

sarah grins and looks around the store. "well, where do we start?"

pope points to the mountain of boxes “the ones with red tape need to be stocked on the shelves and the green taped ones need to be put into the storage room.”

you clap your hands together “well let’s get to it!”

jj sighs and picks up a few boxes, already dreading the next few hours of mindless work.

pope, on the other hand, seems to be in his element as he starts sorting through the boxes efficiently.

sarah rolls up her sleeves and grins. "alright, let's do this."

the six of you start dividing up the work, sorting through the boxes and stocking the shelves. It's monotonous but mindless work, and you all fall into a rhythm.

a few hours past and you all are a quarter of the way done. you walk around holding the green taped box looking for someone to help, so far you’ve been to everyone except jj.

you see him unloading a box “hey, can you help me put this box on the third shelf in the storage room? someone moved the stepping stool and i can’t reach”.

jj glances up from the box he's unloading and sees you standing there, a pleading look on your face. he sets the box down and wipes his hands on his jeans.

"yeah, sure." he says with a smirk, striding over to you. "show me where you want it, princess."

you walk to the back of the store, opening the storage room door with your foot. “there” you say nodding your head towards the tall shelf.

jj follows you into the storage room and looks up at the shelf you're pointing to. It's pretty high up, just out of your reach.

"mmm, you do realize how short you are, princess?" he teases, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms.

you groan “can you just help me with this box? it’s really heavy” you huff in annoyance.

jj chuckles at your exasperated expression and finally pushes himself off the wall. "fine, I'll do it, but only because you asked so nicely."

he takes the box from you and easily hoists it up onto the high shelf. he grins down at you, clearly enjoying the fact that you had to ask him for help.

you turn around to exit the storage room but the door is locked “you have to be fucking kidding me” you mutter to yourself. “jj did you lock the door?”

jj frowns as he tries the door handle and realizes it's locked. "what? no, i didn't. it must've jammed or something."

he glances around the small storage room and realizes you're both trapped until someone unlocks the door from the outside.

you take out your phone and try to call pope but you have no signal. you start pounding on the door but after a few minutes it seems like no one is listening so you stop.

jj watches your desperate attempts to get someone's attention but it's no use. the storage room is pretty soundproof, and the rest of the group is far enough away that they can't hear you pounding on the door.

he smirks and leans against the wall again, crossing his arms. "looks like we're stuck in here for a bit, princess. might as well get comfortable."

you glare at him “you’re just enjoying this right now.” you grumble.

jj grins, looking you up and down. "yeah, I kinda am. it’s not often I get to have you all to myself, trapped in a small room."

he takes a step closer to you, caging you against the wall with his body. he leans down so his face is close to yours, a sly smirk on his face. "what’s the matter, princess? afraid to be alone with me?"

your back hits the wall as he steps closer “n-no, i just want to finish this stupid job.”

jj notices the stutter in your voice and grins, clearly enjoying making you flustered.

"oh, is that all? you just want to finish the job?" he leans in even closer, his body pressing against yours pinning you to the wall.

"are you sure about that, princess?" he murmurs, his breath hot against your neck.

you moan softly “yes, that’s all” feeling his hands roaming freely.

jj grins at the sound of your soft moan, clearly enjoying the effect he's having on you. he leans in even closer "you’re a terrible liar, princess."

his hands slide down to your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulls you closer. he leans down to nibble at your earlobe, his teeth grazing your skin. "you know you want me, princess. just admit it."

you whimper bucking your hips into him “m’not lying” feeling your panties grow wetter with every touch.

he smirks rubbing his hand over your clothed pussy “your body betrays you princess” i gasp at the friction.

“nghh” i whimper “look at you, i haven’t even took your clothes off yet and you’re just falling apart” he whispers into your ear before leaving a hickey on your collarbone.

“tell me you don’t want this and i’ll stop right now” he says reaching into your shorts rubbing your clit painfully slow.

you open your mouth to respond but all that comes out of it are soft moans and whimpers, so you shake your head.

“you gotta use your words princess, do you want me to stop” he teases, fingers dancing around your clenching hole.

“n-no please do-” you moan as he buries his fingers into your sopping pussy, your breath hitches.

the storage room fills with your cries and moans “shh, shh you hear her talking back to me princess?”.

as you attempt to quiet your moans you hear various sloshing sounds and you feel yourself grow hotter.

he uses his thumb to rub slow circles on your clit “you’re a little slut huh, letting me finger your pussy inside your uncle’s storage room” he teases.

his fingers prodding around searching for something “what would happen if that door opens and we get caught, my fingers deep in your pussy like this” you mindlessly clench around his fingers at the thought of being caught.

“oh, you’re a nasty girl baby. you like the idea of that huh” his fingers curl upwards and your eyes roll back “found it”.

your head lolls back “f-fuck” his fingers continue rubbing the spongey spot “look at me”.

he lessens his pace “look at me” he orders, you look at him eyes glossed over indicating that your close.

as he speeds up, rubbing circles into your pulsing clit you feel yourself tethering closer and closer to the edge.

your mouth opens into an o shape at the filthy squelches that were filling up the room.

you squirm and whine at the feeling of him bullying his fingers inside your dripping pussy.

“jayj” you whimper “i know baby, i can feel you squeezing my fingers” he says so sweetly you’d never imagine the lewd words that leave his mouth next.

“you gonna cum all over my fingers, huh? make a mess for me baby, flood for me” he says biting, sucking at your neck and before you can warn him your cumming all over his fingers the white of your eyes the only thing visible.

you grip his arm for support as your legs become shaky “i- mmm” your orgasm soon passes and all you feel is the cold air hit your lower half as you panties and shorts drop to the ground.

before you can register the change he’s slurping up your release moaning and groaning.

he holds your hips as your wiggling around from how sensitive you are now “mmm, baby you gotta be still m’tryna eat my dessert” you gasp as he’s practically french kissing your pussy.

“so sensitive” you whimper your hands flying down to his hair tugging “i know baby but you can give me one more right?” he says pulling away looking up at you.

his mouth glistening with your wetness as its dripping down his chin, he gives your lower lips a kiss “can’t you?” he says before biting and sucking at your inner thighs.

your hands are pulling him closer and he takes that as his sign to continue his meal. and boy does he devour you, his grip around your thighs tighten as he submerges his face into your cunt his nose ever so slightly grazing against your swollen clit.

“oh my god” your moans grow louder as your orgasm gets closer, his hand reaches and he presses down on your lower stomach.

you look out a strangled cry out as a clear liquid shoots out of you, your body convulsing as jj looks at you in shock “that was hot, think you could do that one more time”.

and before you know it your laid out flat with your back on the cold floor, knees pressed up against your chest as his cock is pumping in and out of your quivering pussy.

he looks you in your eyes “i’m never letting you go, gonna fuck you so good that all your able to think about is me.” he says as he kisses your ankle.

“gonna ruin this pussy for anyone else, so when you leave all she’ll remember is me.” he grunts moving faster his tip kissing your cervix. you nod your head brain foggy from how good he’s fucking you.

“matter of fact, im gonna make it impossible for you to get back on that boat” he says playing with your pussy as he grind down onto you “you feel that princess” he grabs your hand “feel me right there?” and places it on your stomach.

you moan feeling the bulge as he thrusts back inside you. “you wanna be mine forever? never gonna let anyone else in this pussy? she’s mine right?” he growls his thrust getting sloppier.

you babble a response too far gone, he chuckles “fucked you silly, i can feel you squeezing me baby. are you close?”.

you whimper feeling your orgasm approaching “so close” you cry out. he smirks before reaching down and rubbing your clit.

“let go for me princess” your eyes cross, drooling running down the side of your mouth as you feel the familiar sensation.

“holy shit” jj groans before releasing inside the condom (an: don’t be silly, wrap ya willy).

there’s a knock on the door “y/n, jj are y’all in there?” kie yell from outside the door.

you both freeze. "yeah, we're in here!" he calls back, hoping his voice doesn't sound too breathless. "the door is jammed shut or something, we can't get out."

he pulls out of you with a groan as the both of you scramble to make yourselves presentable .

jj does his best to fix his wrinkled shirt and tousled hair, while you try to smooth out your own clothes and avoid looking too disheveled.

the two of you are both breathing heavily and your clothes are still rumpled from your moment of passion.

kie’s voice comes through the door again. "are you guys okay? why haven't you opened the door yet?"

“the door is jammed or locked, we don’t know…we can’t get out. we tried yelling and everything” you say.

kie mutters something on the other side of the door before calling out to you again. "hang on a sec, im gonna get pope."

footsteps thump away and jj lets out a sigh of relief, running a hand through his hair again.

he looks at you, his eyes still filled with a mix of desire and frustration. "that was close."

kie comes back with pope who unlocks the door “sorry i forgot to tell you that the door has a smart lock after being opened for so long”.

jj and you stumble out of the storage room, looking a bit worse for wear. kie and pope exchange looks, clearly sensing that something is off with the two of you.

john b looks at you both. "You okay? You two look a little ruffled."

you smile “yeah fine, it was just super hot and small in there. started panicking for a second”

john b raises an eyebrow, clearly not fully convinced by your explanation. but he doesn't press the issue, nodding his head.

sarah, on the other hand, is not so easily fooled. she looks between you and jj with a knowing grin, clearly suspecting what really went down in there.

as we walk with them to the front of the store we hear pope mutter “did y’all spill water or something in the storage room?”

jj laughs nervously and glances down at himself, noticing a conspicuous wet spot on his shorts. "yeah, must've spilled some water or something."

kie looks at him skeptically but doesn't say anything. meanwhile, sarah is biting her lip to hold back a laugh, clearly suppressing a smirk.

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taglist: @rafesno1bae

[beaniebeensbaby201]

TATTOO

JJ MAYBANK X READER

SUMMARY: Reader got her first tattoo, and she hadn't shown anyone besides Sarah(who went with her). So they all decided to go on the boat (Her tattoo officially was healed) so she thought it was the perfect time to show off her tattoo to her boyfriend and friends.

A/N: im getting my first tattoo soon, so I thought, why not write one with their reactions.

Warnings: just the word Ass and cute JJ

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It's been a few months since I've his my secret that I was going to get a tattoo. The only person who knew about it was Sarah, as she helped me find the best tattoo artists in the Outer Banks.

I was lying on the hammock with JJ resting his head resting on my left boob. His legs were dangling as he was swaying us.

I heard giggling from the chateau as I pointed a finger at my lips to silence the two girls.

Kie had been giggling all day when I showed her my tattoo.

She was the first person besides Sarah to see it.

I heard John B and Pope coming out as well as they whispered to one another. I rolled my eyes at their childlike banter.

I pinched JJ's sides, causing him to jump a bit. I pinched him again as he groaned, wrapping his arms tighter around me.

"Babe. Baby, wake up. We gotta go. We were supposed to go on the boat today." He groaned again as I lifted his forehead with the bottom of my palm.

His eyes opened slightly. The sun glaring in his eyes as I gave him a kiss on his nose.

"C'mon." I pushed him off of me as I went to crack my body.

"What?" I asked.

Everyone stared at me as I continued to crack my limbs, I always saved my neck for last.

I noticed that JJ was silent until I realized why he would be.

"Is that a tattoo on your ass?" I twist my body to see JJ touching my ass.

"You forgot to hide the tattoo!" Sarah slaps her forehead as Kie wolf whistles.

"It's a heart? That has my name on it." I hummed as he rubbed his finger lightly over the ink.

"Boys. You could look." The two boys stammer when I caught their gaze as they looked away.

I caught them glancing over JJ as I laughed.

"You're letting our friends see your ass?" I shrugged.

"Sarah and Kie, see my ass all the time. They slap it, too. " The girls also agreed.

For the rest of the day, JJ would be up my ass as he continued to stare at the tattoo.

[rotteneldritchhorror]

I got bored... and made a shipping chart for OBX

I love the very clear separation of the Pogues and Kooks/whoever Rafe hangs out with lol

also yes- Sofia and Rafe are not romantically a thing, I dont care what anyone says, that man is gay as fuck and is sleeping with her cause its what he's used to and its easy, and he likes her cause she talks to him like a person and understands his insanity- I think eventually they'd get into a QPR, but for rn its a clusterfuck cause he doesnt know how feelings work lol

Template under the cut:

{Btw, if you use this template I’d like to be tagged, not cause I care about credit or whatever but I DESPERATELY wanna see people’s ships, I’m starved for classic fandom shipping charts and I’d love to see peoples more obscure ships, or what popular ships you think are just friendly, QPR ships, etc}

[outermaybanks]

soooo im seeing some of my mutuals prepare for kinktober, and ive been a long time enjoyer but i've never written for it before and i want to try to do as many days as possible butv im a college student so i want to get a jumpstart and queue things, and that means i need 31 ideas and im sure i could come up with plenty but idk abt 31 unique ideas especially bc i got jj brainrot and don't want to only write for him!!!

i plan to eventually write for other fandoms im in, i've just really been on an obx kick so i havent gotten to it, but by the time october comes around i hope to have branched out so here's some other fandoms im in and characters im interested in writing for and if you see a character you like and can think of a kink you want to see with them (that isn't something ive listed as stuff i wont write) PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE send in requests or reply to this otherwise i fear kinktober will just be a lot of jj and you guys learning abt my personal kinks lmao

fandoms im actively in: hunger games, the walking dead, outer banks, yellowjackets, true blood, the umbrella academy, stranger things

characters i want to write for: jj maybank, rafe cameron, pope heyward, sarah cameron, john b routledge, kie carrera, finnick odair, johanna mason, peeta mellark, daryl dixon, natalie scatorccio, lottie matthews, eric northman, klaus hargreeves, eddie munson, stiles stilinski (teen wolf), mike schmidt (fnaf), lydia martin (teen wolf)

if u see a fandom im in but not the character u like honestly i'd probably still write it as long as im familiar with the character

[xreaderbooks]

Paradise on Earth (17)

Chapter: 17. The Bonfire

Pair: JJ Maybank x Routledge! Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Language, Underage drinking, Violence and Jealousy

Summary: Pope receives new information, and the annual bonfire is a bowl of drama.

a/n: not fully proofread and a day later than promised but here it is...

Available on Wattpad and AO3

Chapter 16 - Series Masterlist - Navigation - Chapter 18

Nobody knew what to do after the explosion, it was like time had stilled, it was like a bomb went off with you and your friends hiding behind the trenches. Sarah’s wailing and sobbing, the radios police officers had carried on them had picked up on frequencies from other cops in the area. Shoupe had responded, informing them of what had just occurred then ushering you, your brother, Pope, JJ, and Kie, off the dock.

Sarah was allowed to stay, being as this was her property, her father’s property and he was dead. She stayed in Topper's arms, teary-eyed as she watched John B walk away without a word in her direction.

What could he say? What could any of you say?

I’m sorry? For her loss, probably. But none of you would truly mean it, Ward Cameron was better off dead.

None of you wanted to leave Sarah in her home alone with her brother who had attempted to murder her not 24 hours ago, but nobody dared to convince her to go with you all.

The weekend would end and you would all have to be back in school tomorrow, spending the last day fishing by the dock and contemplating the meaning of life after what you had just witnessed.

Day turned into night, JJ and Kie went to buy beer while you, Pope, and John B, lay on the HMS Pogue. The three of you stared up into the night sky in reflection. Your brother had just confessed to him and Sarah breaking up.

“I don’t get it,” John B voices after minutes of silence, “I don’t.”

“Love is five minutes of pleasure for a lifetime of pain.”

You snap your fingers at Pope’s poetic words, “Jesus if you wrote a book about heartbreak, I’d the shit out of it… Did it really only last five minutes though?”

You tried to lighten the mood a little, though clearly, those weren’t the vibes the two heartbroken boys were on. Lowkey, neither were you, but showing it would just open a can of worms (questions) that you weren’t ready to deal with.

Pope turns his head to his left, where you lay in between him and John B, “What is wrong with you?”

“What’s going on with you and Kie?” You quip, sitting up and crossing your legs with your knees outwards. You technically already knew what Kie had told you, but you wanted to hear his thoughts.

“Well, she just wants to be friends.”

“Oh, death blow,” John B exhales. “I’m sorry, man.”

“I-I didn’t even see it coming,” Pope lifted and let his hands fall onto his stomach.

You pursed your lips, not knowing what to say. Thankfully, you didn’t because the duo that left had just come back, tossing beer your way. You almost didn’t catch yours, JJ threw it at you swiftly, and you glared at him to which he ignored you.

“What are you guys doing down here?” He asked. “Having a good cry?”

“Cry?” John B and Pope ask each other, “What are you talking about? We don’t cry.”

You were about to, seeing Kie wearing JJ’s sweater, the size overwhelming her frame. You popped open the can and sipped on it.

“You know it’s not your fault right?” She asks JB with a smile.

“You think she’ll come back?”

“She’s one of us,” She inhales smoke from a joint, no doubt she and JJ already started smoking.

He smiles to himself, “Sarah’s a pogue.”

~~~

“Y/n!”

A loud feminine voice yelled in your ear, you jolted awake, your hand swinging to hit whoever disturbed you.

“Woah, chill,” She steps back.

“What the fuck, Kiara,” You mumble into your pillow once you saw it was her.

“It’s Monday, we have school.”

You wanted to die, quickly and right now, in your sleep preferably. Your bed had never felt more comfortable, you felt like you had just closed your eyes and here this bitch was waking you from your slumber.

You physically could not open your eyes, they felt permanently shut. You felt yourself drift…

“Y/n!”

“Oh my god!” You cried out, “Okay, okay, I swear if John B and Jayj, aren’t getting the same treatment I’m suing.”

You rubbed your eyes, feeling your eyesight get better, you needed to wash your face. You changed into jeans and a grey cotton long-sleeve, the autumn air coming in, allowing you to wear your cozy clothing without dying of heatstroke.

You wobble your way to the bathroom about to open the door when it opens for you, your eyes widen before you as a familiar blond (who you still weren’t talking to) appears before you, you both switch places and you shut the door. You quickly freshened up and went back to your room, snatching up your bookbag from the floor.

“We have a geometry test in 30 minutes,” Pope informs John B, dragging him along and pulling JJ by his collar into the Twinkie.

You stayed behind, catching a ride with Kie, the both of you didn’t have a test in the morning and decided you can be late to first period and homeroom to buy some groceries.

Kie insisted she pays, she saw how empty the fridge was before she woke you up and wanted to do something about it.

“You seriously don’t have to do that,” You protest as she pulls out a credit card.

She gives you a look, “I can’t just let you guys starve, now c’mon let’s drop this off before we’re even more late.”

~~~

After school, with a full fridge, you eat a bowl of fruit you picked out at the store as Pope explains how Mr. Sunn pulled them into his classroom and gave them Denmark Tanny’s diary.

“August 15th set sail from Port-au-prince on calm seas.” Pope Reads, “Came upon the Spanish ship San Jose on fire, the entire deck was aflame and we could hear the screams of men trapped below. The Spanish Captain cared about only one thing; his valuable cargo, the Cross of Santo Domingo, and countless bars of gold.”

“Once the cargo was on board we went to help the crew but Captain Limberey ordered us to pull bayonets and not to let any of the Spanish crew on board. He robbed them and left them to die.”

“So it didn’t go down off Bermuda,” JJ confirmed.

“And it was a Limberey, stealing shit again,” Kie scoffed.

Pope nods, “This diary proves that both the gold and the Cross of Santo Domingo were on the Royal Merchant.”

“Why didn’t we find it in the well then?” JJ asked. “If Denmark was able to get this bedazzled cross off of the Merchant to shore, why didn’t he just hide it with the gold?”

“Because it was too big,” You piece his question together. “He had to hide it someplace else, obviously.”

“But where?” John B questions.

“Right before he was hung, Denmark said he’d buried the treasure at the foot of the angel,” Pope explains.

“I thought this was about the key,” JJ looks confused.

“Right, so what’s the connection?” Kie observes.

Pope repeats the line, “‘The path to the tomb begins in the island room.’”

“But what is the island room?” She rolls her eyes.

“You know what helps me figure shit out?” JJ hops up from his place on the couch on the porch, you hold your breath for what he was about to say, knowing it could be potentially catastrophic. “Smoking beers and drinking weed, the ideas just pour out of me.”

“I don’t think we need another one of your ideas,” You look up at him from your seat.

“Not like yours are any better,” He snaps back and continues his statement. “If we just sit here and try to figure this out, we’re gonna get nowhere, but if we get creative and go to this bonfire tonight… maybe we’ll get somewhere.”

“Or, just a perfect excuse to party,” You slump in your seat.

“Well, I just got disowned by my parents and I’m an official member of the I-have-nothing-to-lose club,” Kie pipes in, meaning she’s in.

“Pope?” JJ looks to him hopefully.

He sighs, “We’re so close.”

JJ kneels down in front of Pope, “Think about how much you could think if you just gave your brain a rest.”

John B, JJ, and Kie give him looks of encouragement, you didn’t even bother, still bitter at JJ, though you were down for a party you weren’t gonna tell him that.

Pope ends up conceding, the others bursting into cheers as they make plans to pre-game. You and your friends all take shots of some cheap vodka from a corner store that you all knew didn’t ID before heading to the bonfire.

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Every year it was set in a small old abandoned amphitheater-like place, dozens of teens from all parts of the island, gathered here for a beginning of the year rager. Kind of like a last hurrah, though the last hurrah would have technically been the last one, point is- people went wild. In a good way.

Pope and Kie were in conversation, hopping out of the Twinkie, not looking back twice, you stayed with JJ and John B, thinking you and John B would at least stick together.

Of course, you were wrong, one of John B’s old hookups had been desperately begging for his attention, not even bothering to try to hide her obviousness.

JJ gave you one look before heading in another direction with a beer he was shotgunning.

You took a breath, letting the annoyance roll off you as you went in search of a drink, JJ would find a whore to fuck as John B would, Pope and Kie will go socialize and you would drink to drink yourself numb.

You bumped into a broad shoulder when trying to weave your way through people, you meant to apologize and move on but the guy who looked over his shoulder to see who had disrupted his conversation was cute. Really cute, forget about JJ for a whole night, cute.

You replaced the frown with a sheepish smile and softened your eyes to look at the boy through your lashes, “Sorry.”

“No harm done,” He turned his full attention to you. “What’s your name, Gorgeous?” His features made you want to say, ‘Whatever you want it to be’ but you held off.

“Y/n, nice to meet you…”

“James,” He hit you with a flirtatious smirk. ‘Another one whose name starts with J’ You willed away the urge your roll your eyes. The guy had dimples, and light brown eyes that weren’t usually your type but it complimented him well.

You spent a good 45 minutes talking to him, he made the conversation flow and was easy to talk to, you were surprised you hadn’t seen him around or heard about him but then again he was very much the ‘boy-next-door’ type.

He flirted like he was into you but it teetered the line of him just being a really nice dude. It frustrated you since you just wanted a good make out, have it lead to something else maybe, but you didn’t want to push and he wasn’t offering.

“I was thinking maybe a weekend when you’re not so busy with school, we could hang out?” He looked at you hopefully.

“I-”

“She can’t,” You felt the weight of JJ’s arm sling around your shoulder, pulling you into him as if you were naturally a part of him. You wriggled underneath him to get out of his hold but he didn’t budge, only pulling you tighter.

“Oh,” James' face faltered a little before brightening up again, “No worries then. It was nice talking to you, Y/n.”

It was over. He was too nice of a guy to argue with JJ who was close enough to indicate that there was something between you, even though that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

“Wait- James!” You groaned and hid your face in your hands feeling aggravated at the blond who had immediately slid his arm off your shoulders the minute the brunet was gone. You were in mourning for the sweet boy you had hoped to get to know more. “I hate you.”

“I send away one hopeless guy, and I get knocked down your list of favorite people?” JJ repeats the words you told him the other day before the big argument.

“No, you've been acting like the world’s biggest dick, that’s how you get knocked down my list.” You bump your shoulder against him as you shove past him and he walks after you. “Leave me alone.”

“No,” He persists.

“JJ, I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

“That’s fine because I wanna talk to you.”

You falter in my steps and my eyes narrow in thought, wondering what the hell was up with him and his quick change of emotions.

“I didn’t like you talking to that guy-”

“So what, you were jealous?” The nerve of this guy, “Was that what that was?”

He hesitates, “Y/n, I’m just trying to look after you.”

“I don’t need you to look out for me, JJ, Jesus!” My voice raises, “I don’t need you!”

“You almost died the other day, and I wasn’t there.”

“That’s not your fault as much as it wasn’t mine, but if you want to hide your feelings behind some bullshit, go ahead but don’t use me as an excuse. You can be Kiara’s knight in shining armor but not mine.”

“The fuck are you talking about?”

You felt the sting of tears hit the back of your eyes, this was not how tonight was supposed to go, “You and Kie. There is something there and while that’s still going on, you are not allowed to feel upset or jealous when I talk to a guy at a fucking party.”

“Y/n-”

Shouts were coming from the pit, people rushed towards the scene and you heard Sarah’s voice call out John B’s name. You sighed and looked at JJ who was already running into the mess of people.

Can there never be just one day, you glare into the dark sky. You had the keys of the Twinkie on you, John B mistakenly tossing them to you when you were all walking to the party.

You didn’t feel like dealing with whatever was going on, so while everyone was watching what you guessed was another fight, you took a therapeutic walk to the van. You started up the engine and crossed your legs on the dash of the passenger seat.

Your friends soon joined you, Kie went into the driver’s seat next to you, John B held a beer can up to his forehead on the seat behind you, Pope was across from him and JJ just walked up to the open side door.

“Well that was unexpected,” He crushes an empty can.

Kie turns her head to him with furrowed brows, “Was it?”

~~~

It was silent around the fire at the Chateau. You all took in the night, not knowing what else to do. What was supposed to be a distraction to help you all regain mental energy, just turned out to be more chaos that needed to be quieted.

With all that happened at the party, you sat the furthest away from JJ on the other end of where he was sitting, you tiredly leaned your head on John B’s shoulder, with your marshmallow on the end of a stick, melting in the fire.

That was until he started sporadically moving trying to get a bite of Kie’s s’more and your marshmallow fell into the pit. You pursed your lips, this night couldn’t get any worse.

“I have never hated you more,” You tell John B who left his seat and crouched on the other side of you for something.

“I’m stealing your marshmallow,” Kie warned Pope who protested.

“Hand me one, please?” You reach out to grab another marshmallow she stole.

John B tapped your back and told you all to shush, “Soembody’s here.”

“You don’t think Topper would…” Kie sets her stick down. “Do you have your gun?”

The five of your turn toward the rustling coming from the trees.

“Oh, now she wants the gun,” JJ’s tone accusatory as he recalls all the times Kiara scolded JJ for having the gun.

“Oh, now you don’t have the gun?”

John B calls out to the person in the trees, and lo and behold, it’s Limberey’s manservant- Renfield.

“You have got to be kidding me,” You whisper to yourself, thinking back on how you thought the night couldn’t get any worse.

The man comes out of hiding with his hands up in surrender, “Lovely evening we’re having.”

It definitely was not a lovely evening, especially not with him here, you all knew what he was here for. John B had tricked him and his boss into thinking they had the right key, Pope’s family’s key.

“Look, I don’t hold judges with any of y’all, alright?” He stops a couple of feet away from the group. “But this can go hard, or this can go easy, you know what I’m here for. Let me give you a little demonstration, you see that swing?”

He points to the swing you used to sit on in your childhood, JJ or John B would push you on it, sometimes pushing so far you would fly off.

“I got the best bow hunters in the Army Rangers with me,” He whistles sharply and an arrow comes flying through barely passing JJ’s nose and hitting the carved tree. “Now, they're out there, they’ll stick you just as soon as I say so.”

JJ moves to swing at Renfield with a long rusty piece of metal but he all too soon whistles and another arrow lands directly next to JJ’s foot.

The realization hits everyone at the same time it seems, you look at Pope sympathetically, these guys he brought with him were clearly good. If any of you had any tricks, one of you would get shot.

“I’m not gonna give you a countdown or any bullshit like that, I’m just gonna whistle.” He stood in front of Pope, tension was heavy as he held eye contact with Pope.

Your friend looked pained as he dug into the pocket of his shorts and brought out the key with the red string, “This key belongs to my family.”

“I’m losing patience with you, Pope,” Renfield brings his fingers to his lips as a threat.

Slowly, Pope hands it to the man.

“You did the right thing kid, knowing when you don't have a choice is an underappreciated talent,” he waves the key in front of Pope. “You be safe.”

You felt like you could finally breathe with him several paces away from you all now, but Pope looked like he was about to cry and you went after him as he stormed off.

~~~

Chapter 18

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S03E03 FATHERS AND SONSLook, I know you think you saw something up here. Or maybe you did see something. I don't know, but straight up, nothing actually happened.