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alyswritings · 20 days

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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

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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.

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raribella · 3 months

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To Say “I Love You” Right Out Loud | JJ Maybank

summary: JJ revisits his childhood and how he grew up with you through every side of life until he finally understands why this makes you so special

pairing: JJ Maybank x Routledge!reader

genre: fluff, a spark of angst

contains: a combo of “Both Sides Now” by Joni Mitchell and Love Actually (2003), mentions of death and child abuse. John B and JJ are childhood friends in this. I don’t know how to write dialogue. Drug usage (beer, weed).

word count: 6k

author’s note: I was immediately triggered by Joni’s astonishing performance at the Grammy’s and by remembering that the song is in one of my favorite movies. This is my favorite fanfiction I’ve probably ever written and I put so much time and love into this I really hope you like it.

This is a work of fiction. I do not own the characters of Outer Banks nor any characteristic of the show. I am writing this story solely for my own entertainment and the marvel or comfort of any readers.

Rows and flows of angel hair, and ice cream castles in the air; and feather canyons everywhere. I looked at clouds that way. But now they only block the sun, they rain and they snow on everyone; so many things I would have done, but clouds got in my way.

College had finally ended. They had finally done it. Against all odds and contrary to the expectations of others, the pogues were finally free to embark on their own paths. And so, they gathered for one last celebration, a bonfire near the Cat's Ass, surrounded by shotguns, snacks, and reminiscing in the familiar feeling of just being together.

Spreading themselves along the space at the Chateau's yard, most of them ended up divided the comfortable water at the tub and the warmth of the fire, their laughter mingling with the sound of running water as they shared stories of what each of them could remember of their time roaming the Outer Banks as this fearless gang; the sentiment of each flashback was being intensified from the time they spent apart. As they were the pogues, it was not like their time together was abruptly interrupted, but the responsibilities and the minor distance happened during college, and they couldn't run away from it's effects; but the memories of those days seemed tattooed into their hearts and minds as they could recall every moment in lighthearted detail.

In a corner of the Cat's Ass, JJ found himself lost in a sea of memories, surrounded by the comforting embrace of his friends. You sat beside him in the water, the coolness soothing against your skin, while Cleo and Pope nestled comfortably at his other side. Outside, John B, Sarah, and Kie laughed and joked, their voices carrying on the night breeze. As he watched them, a faint, nostalgic smile tugged at the corners of JJ's lips, his heart heavy with the weight of their shared history, thinking back on how far they had come. They had started as a trio—himself and the Routledge twins, bound together by fate and circumstance.

The tree of you lay sprawled out on the sand for what seemed like hours, your eyes tracing the ever-changing shapes that danced across the sky. Castles, pirates, turtles—your imaginations ran wild, weaving tales of adventure and intrigue as you watched the clouds drift lazily overhead. At nine years old, you had joined your brother and JJ just a few moments ago, after spending the afternoon at a friend's house watching a Christmas movie, "Love Actually," with her mother.

As you settled into the sand, JJ couldn't resist a playful jab at the movie, dismissing it as a "dumb chick flick." his mind still floated between that child-like distaste of girls and the appreciation of you tagging along with him and John B back then. You swatted at him, your tiny arms barely reaching his chest, but it only elicited a smirk from the blond pogue. It was nice for you to actually share a moment with a nurturing figure at the absence of your own mom, who had just recently left for Colorado. Besides, you had eaten a whole bag of M&M's that she bought for you to share and you really liked the movie, even if it was funny how sometimes Mia's mom would tell you to close your eyes, your ears, or how sometimes you didnt really catch why she was laughing at some weird scene. You just rolled your eyes and brushed JJ's comment off, suggesting the sky gazing then relishing in the opportunity to spend time with him and your brother.

Your days were often filled with moments like this, carefree and full of laughter, the sound echoing against the backdrop of crashing waves. JJ's mother would eventually come to fetch the three of you, ushering you inside for sweet treats and cozy nights spent squeezed together in JJ's tiny room. Or you'd spend hours playing in the grass, watching as the river met the sea, until Big John's bell rang out, signaling the end of another day. You would get home covered in dirt, JJs hair color nearing yours and your brothers, so you would have a nice shower and come out to your dad telling treasure tales and making you hot chocolate.

One day, as Big John finished building a set of three swings for you, JJ's parents arrived. Standing side by side, the couple had brought beer and peanuts to complement what your dad already had inside for the night. That day, you were playing for hours, your small frame struggling to mount the swing until the duo stepped in to help. John B had made a mess while trying to help you hop on, and JJ stepped forward to push you, but in excited haste, he pushed too hard, and you tumbled to the ground, scraping your knee. As your first cry pierced the air, the adults rushed to your side, JJ's mother soothing your pain with stinging medicine and comforting words.

In the corner of your eye, you caught sight of JJ, guilt etched on his face as he watched you wince in pain. But your brother nudged him, urging him to shake off his guilt and claiming that this was just a mere blip in the larger scale of the adventure you lived today.

And as the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the beach, Luke took charge, setting a bonfire ablaze near the ancient tree in the backyard. The flames flickered casting shadows that stretched out against the sand. You gathered around the fire, marshmallows in hand to be skewered and toasted, laughter filled the air and echoed into the night. The hours slipped away unnoticed, so as the night wore on and the fire burned low, reluctantly, you bid farewell to your blonde friend as he left with his parents.

The life you lived was simple; living in the less fortunate side of the island, you couldnt really enjoy much more than moments like these; the food wasn't fancy, the drinks weren't expensive, your houses weren't pretty and big, so you relied mostly in home made playthings and your own imagination, but you were happy that way; the youthful innocence made all the diferences between you and the kooks be seen with rose coloured glasses, and while in the company of your brother, your best friend, and the team of parents that you saw as guardian angels, it all just seemed warm. It seemed like it would be fine.

One day, though, just as the sky turns cloudy at the end of summer, signaling the onset of storm season, JJ's demeanor shifted, casting a shadow over his usual brightness. At fourteen now, he had been seeming distant and preoccupied at school for weeks, until one day after class, he reached out to you with a heavy heart. Fidgeting nervously, his hands clammy and cold, he confided in you about his mother's illness, the weight of the words hanging heavy in the air. Knowing how much his mother meant to you both, he sought solace in sharing his burden with you, trusting you with his vulnerability. "Mumma's sick, I think... been in the hospital for a while now," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I can't visit because I'm not sixteen yet... I- I wanted you to know, but you can't tell John B." And as you hugged him, you promised to keep his secret, the first one you kept just between the two of you.

And as JJ clung to you and John B in the solemn silence of the cemetery, the stark reality of their loss weighed heavily upon you, casting a shadow over your once bright and colorful world.. JJ's mother's absence lingered like a specter in their home, his father grappled with the weight of his grief, seeking solace in alcohol and spiraling into a downward spiral of despair. The once vibrant hues of their family life began to fade, replaced by the darkness of addiction and aggression. JJ watched helplessly as his father's temper flared more frequently, his outbursts leaving scars both physical and emotional. The sanctuary of their home became a battleground, each day a struggle to navigate the minefield of his father's unpredictable moods.

In the aftermath of his mother's passing and the turmoil within his home, JJ withdrew into himself, building walls around his heart that even his closest friends struggled to breach. He became increasingly unreachable, his once vibrant presence dimmed by the weight of his grief and the scars of his father's aggression. Some days, he would disappear altogether, only to reappear with a purple eye hidden beneath dark glasses, a silent testament to the struggles he faced behind closed doors. And when he did show up, his demeanor was somber, his face etched with a perpetual frown as he rejected activities he once enjoyed. Even cloudgazing at the beach became a source of frustration for JJ, as he lamented the impending rain or the end of summer, his words tinged with bitterness and resignation. As you and your brother looked on, helpless in the face of his pain, you could only watch as JJ retreated further into himself, the vibrant colors of his spirit muted by the shadows that engulfed him.

The tension crackled in the air as you confronted JJ, frustration bubbling to the surface like a storm about to break. "Why won't you just watch 'Love Actually' with me, like, once? It'd help distracting you, y'know!?" you demanded, your voice tinged with exasperation. "You can't keep avoiding fun, JJ. You can't lose hope and light just because things are tough."

But JJ's response was sharp, his tone laced with bitterness. "Those things are for kooks, y/n" he retorted, his words heavy with the weight of his pain. "Pogues can't afford to indulge in luxuries like love and hope. We have to focus on surviving you know."

Your heart sank at his words, feeling the distance between you grow with each passing moment. "If you really look for it, JJ," you countered softly, your voice barely above a whisper, "I've got a sneaky feeling that love is all around. Even for us Pogues." But JJ's expression remained hardened, his walls firmly in place as he turned away, the gap between you widening with each step he took.

John B stepped in a while later, his voice calm but firm as he defended his friend. "He's been through a lot," John B interjected, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of empathy and understanding. "Give him time, he'll come around. I know he will."

But despite John B's reassurances, the weight of your worry and frustration bore down on you like a heavy burden. Unable to contain your emotions any longer, you sought solace in the arms of your father, tears streaming down your cheeks as you poured out your heart. "I didn't mean to be petty," you sobbed, your voice choked with emotion. "But I'm just so worried about how Luke has been treating JJ. I miss him, Dad. I miss the way things used to be." And as your father held you close, comforting whispers soothing your troubled mind, you cried yourself to sleep, longing for the comfort of simpler times and the warmth of JJ's presence by your side.

A few days after the heated exchange, JJ found himself drawn to the familiar solace of the beach. As he laid alone on the sand, the rhythmic sound of the waves echoing in the background, he cast his gaze upward, chuckling at the shifting shapes and colors of the clouds above. Yet, amidst the tranquility of the moment, a pang of longing stirred within him.

Reflecting on recent events, JJ realized that he had begun to see clouds from two distinct perspectives—from the highs and lows of life's tumultuous journey. But amidst the solitude, his mind drifted to an understanding; to how he seemed to have looked at clouds like this from two different perspectives now, from up and down, and still he would recall better colorful and elusive memory of your company. He remembered the joy of pointing out funny shapes at the sky with you and your brother, laughter echoing into the vast expanse. It was a memory painted in hues of warmth that contrasted with the darker shades of recent events. In that fleeting moment of recollection, JJ yearned to return to that moment exactly, to say sorry, at least. And alone at that same beach, he felt like he had a perspective of a future for the first time in a long time. He wanted to see if he truly knew clouds at all, or if there was a new side to it.

JJ was abruptly brought back to reality by Pope's punchline of a memory of his own; he was retelling the story of how he met Cleo at college, and how she wouldn't have passed half her subjects f it wasn't for him. As the group erupted into laughter, he did the same to mask the fact that he had zoned out for a minute, but JJ's gaze instinctively sought yours, his heart yearning for the comfort of your smile. And as his eyes met yours, a warmth spread through him, his thoughts drifting to another memory

Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels; the dizzy dancing way that you feel as every fairy tale comes real. I've looked at love that way. But now it's just another show, and you leave 'em laughing when you go. And if you care, don't let them know, don't give yourself away.

At sixteen years old, you had a full understanding of the dizzying, electric sensation that washed over you whenever JJ emerged from the sea, his board in hand. It was a feeling that stirred deep within you, igniting a spark that refused to be extinguished. Yet, despite the intensity of your emotions, uncertainty plagued your heart. You couldn't decipher JJ's true feelings for you; for every significant gesture or word he offered, there was an equal measure of aloofness or distance.

There were moments when JJ's actions spoke volumes, leaving you breathless with hope and anticipation. But just as quickly, he would retreat into himself, leaving you to question whether his affections were genuine or merely fleeting. And then there were the times when he would disappear into the crowd at a kegger, his attention captured by another girl, leaving you to grapple with the ache of unrequited longing.

Fearing the consequences, you kept your emotions hidden from your brother, John B, despite his keen intuition and suspicions about your lingering glances. Instead, you found solace in the companionship of Pope and Kiara, the only other pogue girl. Your friendship with Kiara blossomed rapidly, providing a safe haven where you could confide in her about everything, including the complexities of your feelings for JJ, seeking her guidance and understanding.

In December of that same year, a vivid memory remains etched in your mind—the day JJ was meant to pick you up from work and take you to the Chateau to meet up with the rest of the crew. Kiara had proposed the idea of a secret Santa, with the stipulation that the gifts could only be candy or chocolate—She herself aiming to guarantee that she'd get a bag or two of Sour Patch Kids. As you exited the souvenir shop, clutching your own "Paradise On Earth" cap, you spotted JJ waiting for you by the Twinkie—the van John B claimed would be safer than the bike. With both hands hidden behind his back, you shot him a questioning look. "Hello?" you greeted tilting your head slightly to the side, to which he responded with a playful smile, feigning surprise at seeing you. "Oh, hello ma'am, your carriage is right here!" he exclaimed, extending his arms towards the open door of the van, one hand tightly clutching something that piqued your curiosity. Hopping onto the Twinkie, you couldn't help but wonder about the mysterious object as JJ closed the door and took his place behind the wheel.

During the ride, JJ attempted to coax the name of your secret Santa out of you, but you remained tight-lipped. Upon parking the van at the Chateau, he sat in silence for a few moments, and you studied him intently. "Oh, before I forget," he said non-chalantly, reaching into his pocket and offering you the object he had been concealing—a ceramic lobster adorned with a tiny Christmas hat, clearly crafted by him. "This is for the nativity scene you keep in your room, I just didn't have time to make the other one..." he explained, a hint of nervousness in his voice as he confessed that he hadn't received your name for the candy exchange but couldn't bear to leave you without a gift.

You stood in awe for a moment, marveling at the thoughtful gesture and the evident reference it held. JJ's apprehension melted away as your eyes met his, a radiant smile spreading across his face. "Wait, wait, wait... Are you trying to tell me that there was more than one lobster at the birth of Jesus?" you quoted, teasingly. JJ rolled his eyes playfully, completing the reference with a loud "duh!" his laughter mingling with yours as you stepped out of the car into the moonlit night, making a lighthearted entrance at the Chateau and eliciting a knowing look from Kiara towards John B.

As time passed, you welcomed Sarah into the fold, introduced by John B with starry-eyed affection that spoke volumes of their budding romance. With the dynamic between her and Kiara settled, John B wasted no time in proudly declaring their relationship to the group—a declaration met with hugs, smiles, and lighthearted jokes about not hurting each other.

One day, Sarah suggested a surf trip to a lesser-known beach nestled between Figure 8 and the Cut, its pristine beauty a sight to behold with crystalline waters and powdery white sand. As you surfed the afternoon away, basking in the warmth of the sun, you found yourself sprawled on the sand along with the rest of the group, supporting yourself on your elbows and catching your breath as you watched JJ roll a joint with practiced ease. "I like this shit," JJ declared, his voice tinged with a hint of defiance. "We can be neglected misfits or whatever, but I love leading this life with you guys. I don't even care about what people think of me! "long as I have a board and you guys, 'm gonna be saying I'm rich... Especially if I have this!" He gestured towards the joint, his words met with cheers from the group.

Your smile started weak but grew as the group cheered. In that moment, you felt a sense of family, and your appreciation for JJ weighed heavily on your chest. Despite the challenges, he had found a way to see life in a positive light, even after Big John went missing. As the wind blew sea salt into your eyes, you turned your face toward JJ. "Yeah, yeah… you know, I keep saying it… but if you really look for it, I’ve got a sneaky feeling you’ll find that—"

"Y/n, if I hear that quote just one more time!" Sarah interrupted, and the others joined in with her lighthearted protest.

With time, JJ's behavior became increasingly perplexing since after sharing moments like this, he would leave you alone, retreating into the company of the other Pogues with a suddenness that felt jarring and awkward. His focus would shift, his attention consumed by their own banter, leaving you to wonder where you fit into the equation.

It was during these moments of isolation that doubts crept in, whispering of insecurities and unspoken fears that lingered just beneath the surface. Wondering if you did something wrong, you couldn't help but feel a pang of longing as you watched JJ immerse himself in the dynamics of the group, his laughter mingling with theirs as you stood on the sidelines, a silent observer to a world that felt increasingly distant and unfamiliar.

One morning, as you shuffled through the Chateau's corridors, the aroma of breakfast lingering in the air as John B shuffled through the kitchen, you noticed JJ's door ajar. You peeked inside with the intention of wishing him a good morning, only to be met with a sight that shattered your makeshift reality of him. JJ hovered over another girl in his bed, their closeness echoing a betrayal that left you speechless.

"Hey, whoa! Sorry!" His voice softened as he realized it was you, not your brother, at the door. The shock on your face was palpable as you hastily pushed the door closed, shaking your head to dispel the image burned into your mind. Stumbling down the corridor, you muttered a distant "morning" to Kie and Pope, who were still groggy on the couch, woken by the commotion.

Throughout the day, both JJ and yourself moved in a state of flustered avoidance, exchanging glances laden with sheepish guilt. JJ's eyes mirrored the remorse of a caught wrongdoer, but you couldn't summon anger; instead, you carried the weight of hurt and confusion, grappling with the realization that he wasn't yours to claim.

As the day waned and the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the Chateau, you found solace on the hammock. With the remnants of the day lingering, you confided in Sarah about the events, the words tumbling out as the weight on your chest grew heavier. The hammock cradled you in its gentle sway as another day ended, leaving you to confront the tangled emotions that now clouded the once-clear skies of your friendship with JJ.

JJ vividly remembered June of the following year, with your birthday fast approaching. Usually, you wouldn't stop talking about how much you loved having your birthday during the summer, and everyone would plan something special to mark the occasion. Kie and Sarah would always get you fancier gifts, like a new top or necklace, while the boys made sure there was a cake to share, probably under the tree lights at another night spent at the Cat's Ass, chuckling at the stupid name JJ had given to the tub.

But this year was different. You and the girls wouldn't stop talking about this idiotic touron, Jeremy, who had apparently flirted with you when you helped him at the store. Now, your attention seemed solely focused on him, much to JJ's annoyance. He rolled his eyes and huffed aloud whenever Jeremy's name was mentioned, with Pope nudging him to keep his cool.

"He's gonna take me to a summer fair," you grimaced, looking into the mirror as Kiara clasped a necklace around your neck. Sarah and JJ hovered on the kitchen counter, Pope sat on the couch, and your brother leaned against the doorframe of your room with a protective frown on his face. John B always believed you and JJ would end up together, and he felt safe with that perspective because he knew and trusted JJ. But that didn't happen with Jeremy.

Across from him, you, Sarah, and Kie giggled with scenarios and provocations, "What if he brings you a giant teddy bear and tries to win you a goldfish?" Kiara teased, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

Sarah snickered. "I can already picture it!"

Meanwhile, JJ fought to keep a frown from appearing on his own face. He was unwilling to let you know how he really felt about the situation, and he avoided giving his jealousy away to his friends. As you exited laughing with the guy in his car—a godforsaken Jeep, for crying out loud—JJ was still unknowingly clenching his jaw, his mouth twisted in a disgusted frown.

Sarah, the only one still outside by now, smiled to herself and snuck up on him before reaching a hand to pat his back. The gesture was meant to silently convey far more than his poisoned mind could grasp at the moment.

He chuckled at that memory; you had to endure a girlfriend of his own during college, and he watched as two or three other guys broke your heart as well—he wanted to go out there and punch them every time, but preferred that only John B externalized that thought. From those memories, he realized he had looked at love from both sides of it with you, from give and take, but years later he wasn't so sure if you'd be keen on the idea of him ever again. JJ turned to you in the tub, whispering, "Where's that lobster I gave you that Christmas?" You were a bit taken aback by his sudden recall but smiled back, mimicking the tone of his voice, "Been keeping it on my bookshelf all year long now."

John B and Sarah were now playfully arguing about the two perspectives from when she joined the group, with Kie tagging along to remind them of how they had to make amends beforehand. It made JJ come back fully into the scene. As he looked around, he realized they were sitting in couples, at least Pope and John B, and he held back a nostalgic smirk at the thought of how his younger self would react to both his old friends now "pussy whipped," stuck in relationships and breaking the "no pogue on pogue macking" rule—he didn't know love at all.

He was different too, at least Kiara said so, coming at him a few days ago before graduation with a whole "you've changed, became more yourself and know how to separate what you went through from what you are, I'm so proud you're opening the surf shop—but please make it eco-friendly" speech. It was nice to look back and realize how his years and moments with the Pogue family kept balancing out all the rest. Now he would open a sick surf shop, Poguelandia flag above it and all, right in the corner from the souvenir one you worked since you were fifteen—he didn't know if you had bigger plans than that after graduating though, but that was an uneasy thought he preferred to ignore.

Tears and fears and feeling proud to say, "I love you" right out loud! Dreams and schemes and circus crowds, I've looked at life that way. Oh, but now old friends they're acting strange, and they shake their heads and they tell me that I've changed. Well something's lost, but something's gained, in living every day.

Kiara was the first one to leave, claiming that this was really good and that she knew that with the pogues there were never really goodbyes, but that she had an early morning tomorrow with a sea-turtle project. Then, as the fire died out and the minutes turned into hours, the two couples left as well. Pope and Cleo claimed that they still had to shower before going to bed, and John B only snuggled with Sarah, pushing her towards the house. As the couple giggled, JJ noticed from his peripheral vision when you jiggled your eyebrows at Sarah, but the blonde only winked at you, pointing at the both of you at the tub before turning back. You sighed, distancing yourself from him now that you had more space in the water, and JJ held back a smile as the tree lights illuminated your pink cheeks. At twenty-two, he felt just like a teenager in that moment.

There were a few quiet minutes then, you were looking intently at him, drawing each of his features with your eyes as if trying to tattoo the image of his wet torso on your brain, but JJ didn't notice; he was lost in thought, provoked by being alone with you again. JJ realized that ever since he could remember, even though your brother was his de facto best friend and even as the group grew larger, you were there. For every phase and every belief that each one etched into him, you were there. As he looked at both sides of life, at win and lose, you were right beside him, either winning and losing as well or just supporting him emphatically through it.

Somehow he could always just recall how his pogue life acquired a rose-colored filter with you in it; he'd recall life's illusions with you at his side. You were there. You were it. And he didn't know his next step at all, but he wanted you in it; ached for it even.

He feigned cold as an excuse to get you both out of the tub, grabbing the one towel thrown onto a chair and wrapping it around you as you exited as well. He threw a familiar, amicable smile in your direction to disguise how he was, again, lost in his own train of thought. A hand rested on the small of your back as he led the two of you to the Chateau. As you got to the front porch, the other reached for your pulse gently, trying to stop you from entering. JJ became conscious of how he was dripping onto the wooden porch, but he didn't care, calling you by your nickname in a low voice. He was acting fast, planning something but also acting instinctively, intending to speak just from memory.

"Hey, uhm..." he stopped himself again as your eyes locked onto his, growing a little bit nervous now. Your eyebrows shot up expectantly, and some of your hair was sticking to your wet face. You'd be the death of him.

"With any luck, by next year, I'll be going out with one of these girls..." Your brows pinched, and eyes flashed with recognition as JJ shuffled his phone, some drops falling from his hair onto the screen before he turned it in your direction with a picture of Kendall Jenner and sliding his finger so it would also show one of Giselle Bündchen. You laughed, gulping expectantly.

"But for now, let me say, without hope or agenda, just because we finished college— even though it's at Christmas that you tell the truth." You chuckled again, but felt like you were hyperventilating, unable to believe that this was really happening to you. Much less that JJ Maybank had memorized a scene from the "dumb chick flick" you obsessed with since you were a mere child. You battled with your own feelings as you tried to let him finish.

"To me, you are perfect, and my wasted heart will love you until you look like this..." He shuffled again with the tiny screen, a smirk on his face as he turned it to you. A photo of a very old and wrinkly woman made you chuckle. Under it, it read "former surfer lady turns viral as she advises to the risks of not wearing sunscreen." You couldn't hold the cackle that left you at that, not even worried about the rest of the group sleeping inside the house, which made JJ smile widely as well.

"Oh my God! Oh my God, I love you..." A loud sigh met a sob halfway as you looked up, feeling pounds lighter after saying so naturally something you had been burying for years, feeling absurdly proud of just that. "I love you so much, what the fuck! I've loved you forever." You beamed at him again, relief written all over his face as he said it back proudly. "I'm sorry for the wait; it wasn't on purpose—Swear it." He grabbed both your cheeks as you laughed, smiling from ear to ear as his face etched closer to yours by the second. Your noses were touching already when he whispered in a low tone, "fuck, y/n..." as your mouths glued together longingly.

The world seemed to fade away as your lips met, a rush of warmth spreading through you as if the sun had risen inside your chest. JJ's touch was electric, sending shivers down your spine as his hands cradled your face gently, his fingers tracing the curve of your jawline. Every moment felt like an eternity as you lost yourselves in the kiss, the taste of saltwater, beer and weed mingling with the sweetness of the moment.

For JJ, it was as if everything he had been holding back, every unspoken word and hidden feeling, was finally pouring out into this one embrace. His heart raced in his chest as he kissed you, his mind buzzing with the realization that he had found something truly precious in you. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss, a culmination of years of friendship and longing finally coming to fruition.

As you pulled away, breathless and flushed, JJ's eyes bore into yours, filled with an intensity that took your breath away. In that moment, you knew that nothing would ever be the same again. You had crossed a threshold together, stepping into a new chapter of your lives filled with love, laughter, and the promise of a future together. And as you stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, you knew that this was just what you wanted; like you were made for just that.

"I don't even want to come inside, I don't wanna-" you said, sighing mid chuckle, "don't wanna do anything right now, God, JJ, I'm like in a haze!" He clung to you, chuckling, his hands going to your arms, your neck, your hair—he wanted to touch all of you. "Always have the hammock..." he suggested, and you rushed your way there as if just walking would make you lose any time with him.

After you spent a while staring at the stars in the sky, listening to the chirping of crickets in between small, sloppy kisses, JJ sleepily muttered "I feel like I'm fucking high right now," you both laughed "like I'm floating—life accomplishment kind of thing." you swatted at his chest, lightheartedly telling him to stop being silly before readjusting in the wet towel that served as a blanket for the two of you.

Wrapped in each other's arms, you drifted off to sleep, the sound of the river running to meet the ocean lulling you into a state of contentment. In that moment, nothing else mattered except the warmth of JJ's embrace and the soft rhythm of his breathing. It was a moment of pure bliss, a fleeting glimpse of perfection in an imperfect world.

The warm rays of the morning sun gently kissed the faces of the sleeping pogues as they stirred awake, the sounds of birdsong filling the air. Stretching and yawning, they emerged from their makeshift beds scattered across the Chateau, the pull-out couch and matresses on the floor.

As they gathered outside to clean the space free of empty cans and wrapping paper, rubbing the sleep from their eyes, John B's gaze was the first one to fall upon the sight of JJ and you nestled together in the hammock, still fast asleep. He nudged Sarah first, but soon a collective smile spread across their faces as they exchanged knowing glances, a silent understanding passing between them.

"About time," Pope muttered under his breath, eliciting chuckles from the others.

John B grinned, looking at Sarah. "Looks like our boy finally made his move."

Sarah rolled her eyes playfully. "Took them long enough," she teased, but there was genuine warmth in her voice.

Kiara smirked, crossing her arms, she showed a satisfied facade even though she was jumping inside, bubbling with happiness for the both of you; the sparkle of her eyes being hard to hide. "Well, better late than never, I guess."

With a chorus of laughter and gentle ribbing, the pogues left JJ and you to enjoy your moment together, the feeling was that their little family had just grown a little bit stronger. You had woken up the moment the front door banged back against it's frame as it closed the first time, but feeling JJ's chest under your head, you decided to just keep your eyes closed, fighting a grin to show on your face at your friends' commentaries. You were home. And you only wanted to know life now if it was by JJ's side; especially if he'd be scratching your hair like he was doing just now, half a smile on his lips—"Did I take that long?" he questioned, jokingly.

"A lifetime."

If you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling you'll find that love, actually, is all around.

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randomperson3736 · 9 months

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can you do one where reader gets in trouble for a school fight? ( reader is John B's younger sister and john b is readers legal guardian)

Paring(s): John B x little sister reader

Genre: kinda angst, fluff

Warning(s): blood, broken nose, fighting, yelling, bullying, swearing

Word bank: Y/N- your name, Y/N/N-your nickname

Notes: thanks for the request and sorry it took so long to be done. And side note the reader is in middle school.

"Routledge!"

"Crap" You mumbled under your breath. Slowly you turned around and plastered a fake smile on your face. "Hey Jessica" you say as nicely as possible. "Yea, I need you to do this homework for me tonight" she says shoving the bunch of papers into your hand.

"I... I can't. I already have loads to do" you say avoiding her devil eyes. "Excuse me? Who do you think your talking to? Homework done tonight or you'll regret it, understood?" She says cracking her knuckles which made you wince slightly.

You quickly nodded and turned to walk away but stopped upon hearing Jessica and her friends snickering. "No wonder her dad left, she's a totally loser" "Yea, she really is. same goes with her brother and he's weirdo friends."

Anger started to boil up in the pit of your stomach. How dare that bitch and her minions talk bad about your family like that? Before you can stop yourself, you turned around again and shouted. "Hey! Shut your dirty whore mouth!"

Everyone in the hallway soon began to go quiet, wanting to see want will happen next. Jessica glared at you almost burning holes into your head. She and her little follower walked towards you, until you and her were face to face with each other. "What did you just say?" She asked dangerously.

"You heard what I said and besides I'm done being your little slave, so do your own homework or are you too dumb for it?" You didn't even know why you just said that knowing you could get your ass kicked but oh god it feel good to say. Laughter and cheering could be heard, as your fellow classmates laughed and cheered that someone was actually standing up to miss queen bee.

"You dirty little slut!" Before you knew It Jessica had jumped on you, as the both of you rolled around on the ground pulling and kicking at each other. Students were yelling "Fight! Fight! Fight!" as teachers tried pulling the two of you away from each other.

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John B was in the kitchen making a sandwich when his phone rang. "Who is it?" JJ asked. "I don't know, some random number probably" John B stared at his phone. "Well, answer it" Kiara pried.

"Hello?" John B answered.

"Hi this is Alex James from Kildare Country Middle School; I'm looking for John B Routledge."

"This is him."

"It says here that you are the legal guardian of Y/n Routledge, correct?"

"Yea. Why what happened? Is she okay?" John B spoke in an almost calm voice.

"Well, this morning, Y/N got into a fight with another student, and we would like for you-" Before he could finish speaking John B cut her off. "What?! Is she okay? Does she need to taken to the hospital??"

"Sir if you would please calm down and let me finish talking. Yes, she is okay just same cuts and bruises nothing that serious, but we do need you to come down to the school."

"Ok, I'll be there soon." John B hang up the phone and before anyone could ask what had happened, he was already out the door.

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You sat in the principal's office. You could see out of the corner of your eye that he was looking at you but you refused to make eye contact and so you just stared at the floor. There was a knock on the door, you looked up to see John B.

"Have a seat Mr. Routledge" Your principal said. You knew he was about to argue with your brother, even though you didn't even start the fight. You just hoped that your brother was in a good mood to where he would defend you, and not agree with the principal.

"You sister, managed to harm a student sending her a trip to the hospital with a broken nose" John B's eyebrows raised, he knew you had to be pissed at her for something or you wouldn't have gotten into a fight.

"Look, Mr. uh.... James. My sister here is a very nice girl, so if she did something like fighting some other student, it's probably them who started it because she would never start a fight" John B explained.

The principal glared at John B before speaking again. "Even so, at this school fighting is not tolerated and I will have to expel Y/N for at least 3 weeks"

"Oh, come on. It wasn't even my fault! Jessica's the one who jumped on me and started to acting like a crazy person!" You retorted. John B turned to look at you and chuckled a little, trying to cover it up with cough. "Ms. Routledge, do you realize who you are speaking to?" Your principal calmy asked.

"Yeah... You're just a person-" You were cut off by your brother slapping his hand over your mouth. "Ok, that's it for you young lady. look, are we done here?"

Your principal signed a long sign before answering. "Yes, you may leave but Ms. Routledge I do want you to write a full 500 letter on how what you did was wrong by the time you come back."

"Yea, yea"

You and John B walked down the empty halls of the school, since it was a little after hours. "So.... am I in trouble? or are you just mad at me?"

John B sighed before knelling down Infront of you. "I'm not mad and you're not in trouble but please don't do this again but..."

"But what?"

"You do have my permission to kick anyone's ass who gives you shit, ok?"

You smiles wide at your brother. "Ok"

~Bouns~

"Wait, Wait, Y/N/N got into a fight?!" Everyone yelled.

"Yea, she did" John B answered calmly, taking a sip out of his beer.

"Well, is she ok?" Pope asked.

"Did she win?" JJ asked, curiously.

"Seriously, JJ that's what your worried about?" Kiarra rolled her eyes.

"Yea, she's fine but I can't say that about the other kid though."

"I knew I taught her well." JJ said proudly.

#fyp #outer banks #jj maybank #john b routledge #x sister reader #kiara carrera #pope heyward #outer banks x reader #john b x sister reader #jj maybank x reader #x reader

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obxsummer · 1 year

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Break in the Line // The Pogues

pairing: platonic!pogues x maybank!reader

summary: having the maybank name attached to you was a curse. you've never had to pay for it until a drug dealer decides to take his revenge against your brother and dad out on you.

warnings: physical violence, cursing

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When people heard the name Maybank, it generally didn’t mean anything good. Luke Maybank was a local piece of shit and JJ Maybank did enough to get himself into trouble more often than not. The one time the name meant something good, was when it applied to you. You weren’t your brother and you definitely strayed from your dad at every moment possible. People questioned often how you managed with an out-of-control sibling and a drug addict father, but it never seemed like that for you. Sure, your dad sucked, but JJ never seemed too out of grasp for you. In fact, your brother was one of your best friends, but that didn’t mean you had to act like him or vice versa.

The Pogues looked to you more often than not to keep them from doing something stupid, which happened more than it should. In turn, they tried to keep you from their shenanigans as much as possible. You didn’t mind when they did things that were slightly illegal but at some point, you had enough with the crazy adrenaline and left them to their own devices.

You weren’t oblivious though, as much as you wish you didn’t know what they got themselves involved in. You knew your dad painted a large target on yours and JJ’s back with the way he acted. Hence, the situation you found yourself in right now.

The day had started off fine. You were hanging out with the Pogues on the boat, happily content with the sun on your skin and the laughter of your friends surrounding you. These were the moments you savoured, when you could just act like kids and not have to stress about life at home or where you would get your next meal.

“Y/N, heads up!” You barely had time to open your eyes before a beer can was being tossed your way. Cold ice dropped on your skin from the drink as you sat up to shake the cold water away.

“I know you did not just throw my sister a beer, John B.”

You rolled your eyes. “Chill out, JJ.” You glared at him from behind your sunglasses, annoyed with the off and on babying he often treated you with. You guys weren’t too far apart in age but JJ took every opportunity to annoy the shit out of you when he could.

You’d grown comfortable being around your brother and friends for majority of your life. You had known John B since you were practically born with Pope and Kie close behind. Sarah was the newest addition but the two of you formed a relationship relatively quick. She understood what it was like to be on the shy side and a little more introverted. The others definitely were not in that boat in the slightest.

“Sooo,” Kie pulled the attention back as she sat down from getting her drink. “There’s a kegger tonight and I think it’s pretty much obvious that we should go.”

“I’m down,” John B instantly agreed, lifting his drink in agreement.

Pope shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t have to help Pops at all so count me in.”

“It’s not like I have shit to do so.” JJ turned his hat backwards as he looked over to where you were opening your drink. “Y/N?”

You hummed for a moment in thought. “I don’t know, guys. I might just crash at the Chateau for movie night.” In your defense, you’d spent the entire week with the group nonstop. Minus the few classes you didn’t have with one of them, you’d seen them every day and quite frankly, your social battery was past empty.

“I’m with Y/N,” Sarah raised her hand slightly only to be hit with a groan from her boyfriend. “Seriously, John B. You guys can go and Y/N and I will chill until you get back. It’ll be fine.”

It took a little bit of persuading but eventually, the rest of the gang piled in the Twinkie to head to the kegger while you and Sarah bundled up for a classic movie night. JJ said something about not burning the house down on his way out, to which you flipped him off in return. Sarah managed to find some not-expired popcorn in the cabinet and made it for the two of you before you settled in to watch your film.

“I’m really grateful you’ve been spending time with everyone,” Sarah spoke up about halfway through the movie. I gave her a deadpanned look. She shoved your shoulder lightly in return. “Seriously. I know it’s not really much of your scene but it’s nice to have another person around to buffer the chaos.”

You shook your head. “I definitely had my fair share. I’m just glad you backed me up about staying in tonight. They can go-go-go nonstop and I need a six day recovery inbetween school days.”

Sarah opened her mouth to respond to you but was cut off by a crashing noise coming from outside. The two of you froze, staring at each other in horror for a moment. You waited for a second before moving slowly and opening the patio door, wishing for once JJ was here with his gun. Sarah moved quietly behind you as you stepped down onto the grass.

“Who’s there?” You tried to make your voice seem menacing, to show no fear. You were terrified.

“There she is, there she is.” Your heart dropped at the sight of Barry jumping from around the corner with a clear taste for vengeance in his eyes. “Just the Maybank I was looking for.”

“What do you want, Barry?” You backed up slightly as he neared you. “I don’t have anything to do wit-”

He laughed and rubbed his hands together as he took you in. You felt small in your oversized sweats and a t-shirt that definitely belonged to one of the boys. “See, that’s the thing, princess. You seem to have everything to do with this.”

A harsh slap to your cheek had you cowering back, Sarah gasping out your name as she moved to your side to hold your arm. The two of you weren’t prepared for something like this in the slightest.

“Your shitty ass father didn’t give me my money, your brother still owes me, and since they seemingly aren’t bothered by it, I’m gonna send them a message instead.”

Barry ripped you out of Sarah’s arms and threw you to the ground before you had a chance to defend yourself. The pain came soon after, moving faster than you could keep up with. Punch after punch becoming numbing. You could vaguely hear Sarah’s shouts to stop but Barry was determined.

A sharp hand around your throat chopped your airflow off before Barry lifted you off the ground and slammed your back against the house. Eyes blurry with tears, you did your best to look him in the eye and act like you weren’t afraid, weren’t fearful that he could easily kill you.

“Sorry to mess up your face, princess. It’s nothing personal,” Barry let out a sick laugh before releasing you to the ground. You could hear the crunch of his footsteps as he ran away.

“Y/N, Y/N.” Sarah’s hands were shaky as she kneeled next to you. “I-I called John B and JJ, a-and Kie and Pope but nobody’s answering!”

You coughed aggressively once you got air back into your lungs. “Inside,” You choked out as you let Sarah pull you to your feet. A small yelp left your mouth as your left ankle gave out but your friend was quick to step in and help you inside.

Sarah was absolutely panicking as she helped you settle on the pull-out that the two of you had previously occupied for movie night. You hissed as you settled into the mess of pillows and blankets but thanked her regardless.

“You okay? What can I do?” Sarah ran over with a mix of frozen vegetables and ice packs that she could find before she was applying them to your already bruising skin.

“I’m okay,” You mumbled as you accepted a bag of frozen peas for your throbbing black eye. “Did JJ answer yet?”

Sarah took a quick glance at her phone before shaking her head. As much as she wanted to believe you, she could tell you clearly weren’t holding up well. Moving into the bathroom, she found some painkillers and some relatively new first-aid supplies that she figured would help.

You tried not to panic about what had just happened but in the silence of the room, your mind started wandering. What if Barry found JJ next? Did your dad set the two of you up? Would he come back if this pattern continued? You would do anything for JJ, that much was guaranteed, but you weren’t up for taking shots meant for your father.

“Whew! That was a good one if I can say so.” JJ’s voice rang through your ears just as Sarah was returning with some meds for you to take. You knew shit would hit the fan the second JJ, John B, and Pope caught sight of you. Sarah offered you a cup of water to take the pills with when the screen door swung open.

“What the fuck?!” Your brother’s yell rattled around the house as soon as he caught sight, causing you to wince at the sharp noise. “What happened?”

“Why are you yell-” John B’s question was cut off as he entered his home to see his girlfriend with various bandages and meds before his eyes drifted to your bruised and battered body. “Okay. What the hell happened?”

You groaned, “Please stop yelling, holy shit.” Kie rushed around the boys to climb on the other side of you. Her hand was gentle as possible as she took the frozen veggies from your hand so they could assess the damage.

“Who did this?” Pope’s question was demanding as he stood behind the other two boys, the three of them radiating enough anger to wipe out the island.

“Barry,” Sarah answered softly. She and Kie made moves to help you sit up as easily as possible to pull your shirt from your frame, leaving you in a sports bra with more bruises filling into view.

Pope shuffled over next, pushing pillows behind your back so you could lean against them a bit more comfortably. He took some of the supplies from Sarah’s hands and gently applied some Neosporin to the small cut on your cheek from Barry’s rings.

JJ’s vision was red as he took in the sight of you. He was supposed to stop this from happening, supposed to protect you as your older brother from the shitty people in your life. This was never supposed to happen. “I’m going to fucking kill him. Let’s go, John B.” The threat was real, all of you knew that. Once JJ got in a mindset like this, it was hard to pull him out of it.

“Jayje.”

The nickname was quiet coming from you. It was enough to snap him out of his rage for a moment, taking a second to consider his actions before he was replacing Kie’s spot and holding an ice pack against your injuries. He could see the heaviness in your eyes and knew it was taking a toll.

“I know you’re tired, but you have to stay awake.” JJ watched as you took a shaky breath but nodded slightly to him nonetheless. “Tell me what happened.”

Sarah had wrapped herself in John B’s arms, still shaken at the turn of events. “We were just watching the movie and heard this crashing noise from outside, so we went to investigate. Barry showed up right after.”

“Said it was a message to you and Dad,” You finished her story and blinked up at your brother with teary eyes. “I’m scared, J. What if he comes back?”

JJ was fighting every urge to bust through the door and teach the drug dealer exactly who he was messing with. He knew it wasn’t the time or place. “Not gonna happen. Not with me here, okay? I’m sorry, Y/N. I should’ve been here.”

“It’s not your fault. He’s a raging psychopath, can’t exactly predict when he’s coming. Just promise me you won’t do something stupid? Any of you.” Your comment was directed to the three boys, more so John B and JJ knowing they would take off as soon as you fell asleep.

It took some convincing for everyone to settle down and eventually, the six of you agreed to finish the movie you and Sarah had started hours before but never finished. You had fallen asleep soon after, wrapped in various blankets and tucked in between JJ and Kie as the sound of the TV lulled you into a deep slumber.

JJ was still raging, even if he wouldn’t admit it. He couldn’t stand the thought of someone putting their hands on you in regard to the shitty things he and your dad did. It made him sick to think that you would pay for their mistakes. You, who had absolutely nothing to do with the chaos he put you through.

John B glanced back at your brother, having a sense that he hadn’t let it drop. One look from JJ confirmed the Routledge boy’s suspicion: nobody messed with their baby Pogue and they’d make sure of it.

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#outer banks x reader #obx x reader #outer banks writing #outer banks #outer banks imagine #outer banks one shot #obx2 #obx #obx imagine #jj maybank #john b routledge #jj maybank x sister!reader #maybank!reader #kiara carrera #pope heyward

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loveharlow · 7 months

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Rafe x Heyward!Reader

Rafe and your brother fooling around in you guy's new apartment after it was supposed to be a day of moving boxes and unpacking

R: I forgot I even had that thing, dude.

P: How do you forget you have a tennis ball machine worth thousands of dollars?

R: Thousands to me is like... pennies to you.

P: Oh, we're back to pogue jokes now? That's what were doing? Okay...

TR: Can you guys, like, actually unpack something? They taped these boxes to hell.

The sound of the tennis machine reverberated off the walls of the semi-empty apartment.

P: Let's see if you still have the kook skills to back up all that shit-talking, Cameron.

#thots n dreams💭#rafe cameron x heyward!reader #rafe cameron x reader #pope heyward x platonic!reader #pope heyward x sister!reader #pope heyward x reader #rafe cameron—gallery✧

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peavhyshy · 8 months

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𝗜𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦? (series)

(synopsis…) 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 - 𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙺𝚂 𝚁𝙰𝙵𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚁𝙾𝙽 ❝You're a hard man to love and I'm. A hard woman to keep track of. You like to rage, don't do that. You want your way, you make me so mad❞

○○○ Y/N Heyward is Pope Heyward's younger sister. Growing up, She was always surrounded by his friends, John B, JJ, and Kiara, who are like her extended family now, While her brother and his friends are known for their daring adventures, Despite her young age, she's wise beyond her years and often serves as a moral compass for her friends and family. She is also a bit shy and introverted, preferring to spend her time with close friends or curled up with a good book. Y/N has never felt the need to join in on their wild escapades (until now), preferring to support her brother and friends from the sidelines. This never diminished her love and loyalty to her family and friends, though. Her sweetness and innocence have always made her a beloved figure on the island.

○○○ Rafe first saw Y/N when it was a hot summer day, He was lounging by the his familes private dock, nursing a hangover. He spotted John B. coming in from a day of work on the Cameron's yacht. With him was a her, She was carrying a basket of freshly washed towels for the boat, her face flushed from the heat. Rafe found himself captivated by her innocence and purity, so different from the usual crowd he hung out with. He was drawn to her kindness and empathy, characteristics that were starkly absent in his own personality.

°. *࿐ ━ 𝗮𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘀

°. *࿐ ━ 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘀

𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗢𝗡𝗘..... 1 2

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𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗧𝗪𝗢.....

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𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘....

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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆!

○○○ Strong language, sexual/suggestive content, angst, violence, dubcon, underaged drinking, substance abuse, toxic relationship, age gap, verbal abuse, obsession and stalking.

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○○○ Hi... So, you may have noticed that I have a new story brewing after you've been left to tenderly babysit the last one for a few months. You're probably thinking, "Really? Another one? Doesn't this author know the definition of 'focus'?"

But I don't so...

Stay tuned, and stay patient.

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frost-queen · 1 year

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Same old story (Sis!Reader x JJ Maybank)

Requested by: Anon, Forever tag: @missmelodramatic, @theletterhart, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly, @denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco @idkwhatmyusernam, @subjecta13-thefangirl, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr

“Mom!” – A little girl ran up to her mother as you turned your head. You watched as the mom kneeled down; arms wide open to hug her daughter. The little girl had flowers in her hand, a drawing in her other. – “Happy mother’s day.” – she said offering her presents to her. The mother smiled sweet kissing her youngling. You puffed loud to act different. Like it didn’t bothered you but deep down it did. – “Sis?” – JJ called out for your attention. – “Y/n!” – he tried waiting for you to move.

You kept staring at the display feeling awful with every passing second. It pained you to see others happy with their mom when yours was out of the picture. JJ saw them as well knowing really well how it hurt. He whistled loud to get your attention. You finally turned your head in confusion. JJ held up the two plastic bags as you approached him. – “You, okay?” – he asked. You ignored his question taking a plastic bag from him.

“Let’s go.” – you insisted leaving the mom and daughter for what it was. At the store you stood hung cards specially for mother’s day. JJ stepped subtly in front of them to block them out. He hated seeing you sad. He knew how painful it was to see that stuff everywhere today. You smiled weakly at him, knowing of his effort.

Out of the store came some girls, giggling. One of them held out a box of chocolates. – “My mom is going to love this!” – she told her friend cheerful. JJ swallowed hating to be confronted with it too. You exhaled soft trying to not let it get to you. Perhaps you were just too emotional to block it out. JJ threw grabbed you by the wrist. – “How about we buy chocolates for ourselves and call it siblings day from now on?” – He suggested making you frown at first, then laughing. – “I can go in there and buy some if you like? I mean siblings day is a special day too.”- he continued.

You nodded placing your hand in his. – “I’d like that. Siblings day it has a nice ring to it.” – you answered. JJ handed you his plastic bag. He then held his finger up for you to stay put while he rushed inside. You chuckled finding it sweet of him. You looked around when a group of kooks walked past. – “I bought my mom a pearl necklace.” – one of them said, giving you the side-eye. You smiled sarcastic at her, unbothered with her attitude. – “My mom is going to love today.” – she said to her friend with the undertone to mock you.

“Good for you!” – you called out, flipping your middle finger up to her. She flipped it right back making you present her with a double one. – “Hey!” – JJ said walking out. He ran over to you, pushing your hand down. He stared at you demanding an explanation. – “Can we just go home.” – you said having enough of it all. – “Okay, okay… let’s go…” – he took you by the arm, pulling you with him.

The two of you walked back home chatting. You noticed the truck was gone making you frown. – “Is dad out?” – you questioned. JJ shrugged his shoulders. – “Better for us right!” – he nudged your arm with his elbow. You curled up a smile. – “Damn right you are!” – you laughed out. JJ and you headed inside. – “Dad?” – you called out to be sure. JJ placed the plastic bag on the counter. He then took yours setting it next to it.

He started emptying the bags as you searched the house. – “Dad?” – you repeated opening the bathroom door. You returned pulling your shoulders up with a pout. JJ gave a little shrug actually not caring. You came leaning on the counter with your elbows watching JJ finish the last items to stock away. – “Ready for siblings day?” – he asked. – “Almost.” – you answered having a sudden thought.

JJ quirked his eyebrow up, shutting the cabinet. – “We should write a card to each other.” – you suggested leaning full on the counter as your feet lifted off the ground briefly. – “Cards?” – JJ asked pressing his hands on the other end of the counter. You hummed loud. – “You know like those cards people give to their mom; we should give one to each other.”

“Okay!” – JJ said. – “Heck why not!” – you jumped excitedly up and down. You then ran out of the kitchen to your room to write a note. You folded a paper in half. Wrote in colorful letters ‘Happy siblings day’ on the front. You added some details to make it fancier. Inside you wrote a heartful note addressing JJ and how much you were glad to be his sister. That without him there was no point in life. That he was your best friend and brother.

You even wrote a little sidenote remembering him of a funny event when you were kids. To finish off you signed it with your name, drawing a heart nearby. Getting up from your seat, you went to your door. – “JJ, you done?” – you yelled into the open space. – “Almost!” – you heard him shout back. You waited patiently in your room till he called out to you. You followed him outside onto the porch. You seated yourself down as JJ leaned against the porch.

The box of chocolates on a chair near you. – “So do you want to exchange cards first.” – you suggested. – “Yeah, I should go first.” – he said offering you the card. – “It’s not much since… uhm I made this in like 5 minutes so…” – he spoke rubbing his hand nervously through his hair. – “It is perfect!” – you said seeing him smile. You opened it reading it out loud. JJ looked nervously away hearing you read his own words out loud. His note was so sweet it brought you to tears.

You jumped up hugging him. – “JJ!” – you said speechless. – “I love you sis.” – he whispered to you, wrapping his arms tighter around you. – “I love you too.” – you responded. You sat back down. – “Alright my turn.” – you spoke offering him your card. JJ was about to accept it when the sound of an engine came close. JJ and you watched the truck drive up to the house. Your dad getting out. – “What the hell are you two cooking up?” – he called out pointing firmly. – “Nothing dad.” – JJ answered keeping his head down.

Luke stepped up onto the porch seeing the card in your hands. He snatched it from you. – “Hey!” – you called out jumping up. – “What the hell is this?” – he read the front quickly. His face contracting in anger. He then noticed the box of chocolates. – “You two brats think you can celebrate mother’s day?” – Luke said loudly. – “We are not.” – you answered back. Luke grabbed the box of chocolates throwing it out in the open near his car. The box fell open, chocolates falling everywhere. – “Dad!” – you called out loud.

He then ripped your card in half. – “You two are the very reason your mom left!” – Luke projected, angering you. Your fist trembled as you had enough of him. – “No you are!” – you yelled back. Luke’s eyes widened. He slapped you across the face for your brutality. It only gave more fuel to your anger. – “You worthless piece of shit! You can’t even allow us some happiness just because mom left your drunk ass!” – you yelled, body trembling with rage.

“You listen to me!” – Luke responded loudly, pointing firmly. – “You two made my life a miserable hell! You think I am the reason your mom left? No she left because she knew what kind of shit children she has.” – He spewed out. – “Shit children?” – you shouted back. – “Can... you please not fight.” – JJ said, covering his ears up with his hands. The anxiety and stress rising inside of him. Luke raised his hand at JJ as you stepped in. You grabbed his wrist before he could hit JJ. Pulling it down with one firm pull.

“You want to hit someone, hit me!” – you dared him, leading his attention to you. JJ was moving around anxiously, moving his fingers through his hair. – “Oh I will!” – He said grabbing you by the shirt. He dragged you down the porch, throwing you onto the yard. You hit the ground hard, rolling a bit further. JJ stared terrified at you. – “You want a piece as well?” – Luke called out, moving with a firm step to him. JJ stepped back out of fright, shaking his head slightly. You crawled back to your feet.

“Why do you always ruin everything!” – you screamed at your dad, truly having enough. – “You don’t give a shit about anything! Just the Goddamn money you get for us to support your drinking problem!” – you yelled with rage. Luke went down the few steps of the porch. You staggered back with a sharp inhale. The anger in his eyes was threatening. You noticed JJ freaking out on the porch. Pacing around as his entire body shuddered. His hands pressed against his ears as he had enough of it. The known arguments a trigger to him.

You wanted to focus your dad’s attention on you to spare your brother. – “F*ck you!” – you shouted, sticking up your middle finger. Luke puffed his chest up, readying his arm. He punched you hard in the face. You crashed down to the ground, spitting out blood that had formed in your mouth. You were about to get up when Luke pressed his foot on your back. You slumped back down with a loud ‘oof’. He bend down, pulling your head back by your hair.

“Oh you are so dead missy.” – he breathed down your neck. You shut your eyes, preparing for the worst. If this was how you’d end up dead, you at least yelled back at him once. Screw him and his violence. He pushed your head down, hitting the ground hard. He rolled you over with a loud of force. You cried it out when he pressed his foot deep onto your chest. It felt tight in your chest, hoping your ribs wouldn’t break.

He removed his foot from you, taking you by your hair again. Your head got lifted up, receiving another blow from him. Again and again. Then bang. Luke stopped abruptly. He slowly turned his head, eyes widening at JJ on the porch. JJ was breathing shakily moving the gun point from up to Luke. – “Get off her.” – he called out, his hand trembling a bit with the gun in.

“JJ.” – you breathed staring in shock at your brother. – “I said get off!” – JJ shouted, insisting on the matter. Luke moved his hands up, letting go of you. JJ got down the porch walking up to Luke. Luke moved away from you as JJ separated him from you with the gun. He came standing before you, his expression tense. – “You are not going to shoot me, son.” – Luke said with a small grin. JJ stepped forwards, not lowering his arm.

“Watch me!” – He responded. – “JJ.” – you said trying to reach him. – “Don’t shoot him.” – you told him. – “Why not?” – JJ answered emotional. – “He’s a piece of shit Y/n!” – he yelled, his lip trembling as he was at the brink of losing control of his emotions. – “JJ, you aren’t a killer.” – you reminded him, stepping in his sight. – “All he ever does is beats us!” – JJ said as you knew he was right. – “JJ.” – you repeated, shaking your head slightly.

“Don’t give him the satisfaction of making you a killer. I don’t want to see you behind bars.” – you replied calming him. Luke grimaced behind you. – “JJ… I need you… don’t leave me alone… we can’t be together if you do this.” – you slowly moved your hand to his gun, pushing it down. JJ allowed you, slowly breaking apart. – “Don’t leave Y/n…” – he sobbed once loud.

You took the gun gently from his grip. You then wrapped your arm around him. – “You won’t. Never.” – you reassured him, feeling him hug you tight back. Luke laughed loud behind you making you turn around, pointing the gun at him. – “Don’t think this is over Luke!” – you called out. Luke moved his hands up with a deep swallow. – “If you lay one more finger on him, I’ll kill you myself!” – you extended your hand. – “Keys!” – you demanded. Luke threw you the keys as you gave them to JJ. You gestured to him to head for the truck. You narrowed your eyes on Luke, giving one final warning. You then went after JJ getting in the truck with him.

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thatcanadianfangirl · 1 year

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JJ Maybank// Healing Takes Time Pt.2

JJ Maybank X Jade (Booker) Routledge

Plot: When Jade is all alone at the chateau falling asleep on the hottest night of the year she hears a loud noise that makes her skin crawl. She discovers JJ on the sofa after what seems like a run-in with the kooks again. With some reluctance he allows his best friend's Twin to patch him up. Falling apart in her clutch that night she discovers that the clash he experienced earlier was something deeper than just some lousy rich boy. He returns to her every time it occurs, he never talks and always leaves before Jade stirs away. That is until one day he does.

Word Count: 4.7k+

Disclaimer: Brother's bestfriend, slow burn, talks of domestic abuse, and mentions of underage drinking. minor writing errors even though this is edited.

{Part One}

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The excruciating heat from the summer sun had made sleep too uncomfortable to keep. Sweat began to latch onto every inch of my body like a second skin. I felt drowsy as my mind began pulling to the front again.

The empty space beside me still radiated warmth from the boy who occupied it last night. A strange feeling of lost overwhelmed me at the knowledge of JJ escaping while I was unconscious. But there also was a foreign and very pleasant emotion starting to plant its-self.

What the fuck is happening to me?

With a cat nap stretch I grasps the most ancient iPhone I've laid eyes on, but it was $500 dollars cheaper than a brand new one, I shouldn't be complaining. Three hours before my shift at the Pelican Yacht Club and another hour ahead of my alarm. Unfortunately there's no chance of me passing out again with the temperatures so high today.

With a heavy heart I scoured the house just incase JJ decided to relocate himself. Every room was completely vacant and there was no sign of life anywhere. John B still appeared to on hiatus and the concern began fluttering. That kid better have the decency to send me a text soon.

After a hot shower I still felt mentally exhausted from the night I had with JJ. It shattered my heart to see him that vulnerable, that broken. I want that prick to drown himself six-hundred feet under the sea. Jay wasn't anything close to perfect but he definitely didn't deserve to be beaten by the one person who was suppose to protect him.

I hoped that blonde boy didn't escape back home to that sorry excuse of a man he was forced to call dad. My throat tightened and it was hard to contain the burning tears.

I took my time preparing myself. I wasn't a fan of your every day kook but with the pay my promotion brought just about made up for it.

Capturing my Jeep keys, I made my way out of the Chateau and through the porch. The yard was Pogue-less and the Twinkie was not in her original spot. Where the hell was my brother? Although my day would go a lot more seamless if I knew where he was. I'm still passive-aggressive towards him for leaving me in that damned place alone.

With the spare time and extra cash I had I was able to grab a bite to eat and hit up the gas station. I really needed to get mobile minutes and fill up the Jeep for the rest of the week.

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I was relived to be sitting at the reception desk in the cool air conditioned building. Watching a few others from the cut maintaining and fuel up various boats out on the docks. A job I had last year and frankly didn't miss for a single second. Taking this job serious was the best decision I've made in my entire life.

Through the glass door I could see a familiar SUV pulling up front. I spotted Kiara, another friend of my twin brother. She rounded the rear and started for the front doors. I consider Kie a friend of mine as well, she often pulled me along with them. Always mentioning how nice it was to have another girl around to balance out that intoxication masculine energy.

"Good evening, Miss Carrera. Is there anything I help you with today?" I announced in my service voice once she walked through the doors. She flashed me a mischievous grin and I swore I could giggle at the sight.

Kiara wore a vibrant and suitable outfit for the hot weather. She always had such a fun style making me yearn for a body I didn't have. I loved my curves but the hope for Kiara donating to my empty closet was almost comparable. It was hard to find cute discounted or thrifted clothing in my size.

"Yes, Miss Routledge I need the Carrera's Princess y72 fueled and prepped for an evening trip to the mainland." She held an elegant tone and straighten her posture as she addressed me.

I forced a laugh down and continued to play along with our ruse. "Not a problem, It'll be ready for 3:00pm. How does that sound?"

"That simply will not do." She shook her head and both of her front braids followed. "Did you not hear me? I said evening trip." I almost chocked sensing how much she struggled to keep the kook behavior.

"My apologies Miss Carrera. How does 5:00pm sound instead." I offered,

"Yes, why couldn't you just get it right the first time?" she pawed the air in displeasure.

It took two seconds before we fell into a fit of laughter so hard it began to hurt. Her dark skin starting to turn pink as she gasped for air and it only made me laugh harder.

The clearing of ones voice had me swallowing down the ounce of happiness I had today. Fear washed over me as I spotted my boss Pike, standing a few feet away. Arms crossed over his lean chest as he analyzed the scene before him.

"Sorry, sir." I croaked.

He approached the reception desk and leaned his body weight against it. With firm green eyes he stared me down. At the tense anticipation I prepared myself for a scolding. A small one, but a scolding nonetheless.

Glancing at Kiara I could have sworn her eyes almost rolled out of their sockets. I opened my mouth to investigate my punishment but nothing came out.

"Loosen up kid." He breaks into humorous smile. "You dedicated so much to this company and as long as you're doing your job I don't care who comes to visit you during your shift." He shrugs nonchalantly.

The sword above my head vanished into thin air and my lungs began filling back up with oxygen again. "You have no idea how good it feels to hear you say that. I was worried you were fed up with me." I say with a smile of appreciation.

"I could never be, just keep up the good work." He replies with a wink and a too friendly smile as he began retreating.

"As always." I speak over my shoulder watching his tall frame disappear behind the pristine blue wall. My presentable mannerism fleeting my being once my attention clung onto Kiara again.

"Now what were you going to ask me before you almost got me fired." I sassed and gave her a lighthearted glare.

She scoffs dramatically and says "If anything I pushed you closer to the manager position. Pike really seems to be impressed with your work ethic." Kiara's face softened and I couldn't help the proud smile spreading onto my lips at the adoration swirling in her brown eyes.

"Maybe," I shrug. "But it's a tinsey bit fetched considering I'm part-time for ten months out of the year." I say knowing this might be it for me.

"You'll get there, I promise." She says it like she too understood the hardships of living on the cut. As if she had to take bread from the clearance shelf and store it in the freezer. Or fill five dollar condition half way when it was a quarter way empty.

I could taste the bitterness trying to over take this tender moment I was sharing with Kie. I despised myself for every comparing my life against hers. Sure it was unfortunate I born into poverty, but it wasn't her fault she had all these advantages in life.

"I'll hold you to it." I tease lassoing back that buoyant atmosphere we held minutes ago.

"Good." She nods. Her heart is too big for this world.

"Now when do you get off work?" She asks innocently twirling one of her braids with her finger, "I think Seven, why? What do you have planned for tonight?" I asked cautiously. Last time she asked me this I got alcohol poisoning from a 'little' kegger as she put it. Those few days I've spent in the hospital wasn't exactly my idea of a good time.

"Don't worry it's nothing too crazy. We're going surfing tonight and I wanted you to come. I know you cant resist a good wave or two. Plus you can show us some of those tricks we can never get down."

My eyes caught movement through the glass doors again. Leaning against Kie's vehicle was none other than JJ himself. My breathe caught in my throat at seeing him for the first time since last night. He was wearing John's clothes telling me he hasn't gone home yet. His blonde hair was no longer matted in sweat and was now looking perfect again.

His eye looked swollen and I cursed that boy for not fetching something from the ice box. His sewn eyebrow was starting to purple. Despite his face, I found the guy so unbelievably attractive.

Kiara noticed my glance was lingering a little too long past her shoulder and trailed my gaze.

Shit!

She's about to discover that her best friend is the only one in a mile radius and blow the entire thing out of the water.

"Was that sew up job yours?"

"No, I haven't seen JJ since last week." I lied and instantly regretted it, Kiara knew I say him two days ago in my backyard. Circling the fire, roasting marshmallows and having a few light drinks.

A knowing glint sparkled in her eyes and she nodded her head. "Right." She finally says dragging the word on for decades. I shook my head in agreement but feeling guilty that I knew she knew I was lying through my damn teeth.

I had no clue why I was trying to keep the patch up job I did on JJ's face under wraps. I've done it a million times and none of them thought it was scandalous before, I've never shoved it under a rock before either. I didn't plan on hiding it, but I wanted to keep that vulnerable moment to myself. I'm not confident on who was aware of his fathers abuse and I wasn't going to crumble the sliver of trust he has with me.

"So whose all going to be there?" I asked reminding myself to wash my sins away later.

"The usually, John B, Pope, Sarah, me and...Jayj." She left Jay's name for last and I fucking knew it was trap, but I still looked past her and at the golden boy again. This will be at the top of the stupidest shit I've done and it's a long list. It didn't take a rocket scientist to understand he was avoiding eye contact with me. Understandable and yet it still pinched.

'I'll be ready by 7:30." I said not really having the energy for it, but I needed to get rid of her before she had the chance to question my odd behavior towards him.

Kie was quiet for a minute reading into my soul. "Okay. Not a minute later." Kiara finally declares starting to walk backwards, towards the automatic doors. The knowing glint that I was holding something back was still evident in her eyes.

I smile in agreement trying desperately to lock down the wariness that wanted to combust.

"I'll see you tonight, Surf Queen."

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I'm completely wiped as I pull my green 1995 jeep Cherokee right beside the Twinkie. Cutting the engine I guided the stick shift into first gear and yanked the hand brake all the way up securing its parking spot.

Jumping out I winched as my feet hit the ground and the aching in my bones rattled up. The sight of my brother finally home had me forgetting all about the rage I was holding for him. He was surrounded by his friends, sharing the cheapest case of liquor Maybank could get his hands on and having the best time. My heart glowed at his found family. I

I stayed there awhile watching them before I announced my arrival. I admired the way they all could get lost in one another's company and not hear the loud engine of my jeep approaching.

I'm so drained from my shift, But I already promised Kie I'd tag along. I wasn't prepared to struck a crack into another friendship. The more time I spent with Kie the more I seen her as a real friend. And as much as I hated it, it was time to slip that mask on again.

"Holy shit Is that my twin brother as I live and breathe." I spoke loudly capturing everyone's attention. Almost all of them cheered for my appearance and it nearly felt like I was one of them.

If I wasn't the glorious JB's twin sister I wouldn't try so hard to distance myself. I'm my own person and I wanted to make it clear I was separate from my brother. I'm nothing like him or our father dropping everything to search for long forgotten treasure. It's extremely hard being a twin but it was absolutely brutal being a Routledge twin. Especially for one who didn't have her own circle of friend and trying to hijack one of his. Maybe I needed an animal companion or a boyfriend, probably both.

"Jade! I was wondering when you'd get your little butt down here." Pope hollers over with a giant welcoming grin. "I missed you too, Pope." I chuckled at his enthusiasm and returned a warm smile that didn't take up too much energy.

Pope is definitely someone you could hangout with after a long day of work and talk about the mysteries of the universe. He was loyal like the rest of them were and is always the one to knock sense into anyone who needed it.

Forcing my body onto the porch I engulfed John into a bone crushing embrace. He returned it and I clung on tighter to him. Being in his grasp felt like a warm bed and a home cooked meal. Coos and awes could be heard from the Pogues behind us murmuring something about sibling love.

"Please don't ever leave me in this house alone ever again. If you do I will sink a knife in all four tires on the Twinkie." I croaked into his chest.

Letting go me he grabbed each of my shoulders, "Did something happen last night?" He bursts out frantically, concern etched into his facial features.

on instinct my eyes drifted from his and focused on the blonde boy. It was only for a split second but JB caught it and looked back. I could skin myself alive if that were ever possible. Jay still refused to look at me and shrugged at what I assumed is an accusatory glare. His posture was lose as if he wasn't sporting my stitches on his eyebrow.

"I left the front door open." I started distracting him from his locked gaze, "A deer must've wandered in. It spooked me pretty bad." I said the first tale that floated into my brain.

"were you harmed?" John follows even the doubt swam in his eyes.

"No I-I managed to scare it out of the house." I stuttered,

"Well that explains why my floorboard was popped and the bat left in the hallway." JB notes humorously and that's when it dawned on me that I forgot about the damned bat.

How could I forgot? Oh right! There was a certain broken blonde boy crying in my arms last night.

"Yeah." I say guilty and nod my head weakly.

"I'm just glad you're okay." He says, petting my hair comfortably and I fought the urge to ask him why he cared, he's never here and I needed him in the long moments I thought someone broke in. But this wasn't the time to bring up how he's been a shitty brother lately. I wanted to savour this memory with him where he finally bothered care about me and I believed him.

"Let me get this straight." Pope says breaking the heartfelt aura. "Last night. You almost bashed a deer's brains in?" He finishes with a serious tone. It was so absurd that I struggled to keep a composed face.

"That's such a Routledge thing to do." Sarah comments, It almost caused me to shut down and call it day. I never confided in her about the twin conversation so I shouldn't be reacting to her comment the way I was.

"It's a very Jade thing to do in a dire situation." Kiara makes an effort to over shine her comment. She understood just how much I battled to accept that me and John were so much a like in too many ways to deny.

I gave her a grateful smile, thankful for her words. She tipped her head in acknowledgment "I'll be out in ten. I still need to grab my board from the shed." I mumbled heading into the house.

"Of course, take your time." Kiara replies gently,

"Me and JJ, are going to pack your board onto the Jeep for you." JB calls before I hear him barrel off the steps and almost trip and fumble to the ground. John is a good brother don't get me wrong but I missed him being around all the time.

I understood his determination to pick up dad's treasure map where he left off, it has been weeks since his disappearance. I miss the old guy like I lost every too, but I didn't ignore our situation to chase after a ghost ship. I'm the only one keeping us above water and I needed him to realize how much I craved for him to be my brother again. He's the only family I have left.

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Three vehicles and six boards later we arrived at the beach. Kiara and JJ in her SUV, me and Pope in my Jeep, the Greenie, and lastly Sarah and John in the Twinkie.

Strangely enough the beach was so scare we could all park together near the sand. It's hitting the golden hour an absolute stunning even to catch a few wave, so gorgeous that it wounded my soul to see it deserted

I knew pope was giving me an odd look as the others started uphauling their boards while I stayed in my seat. I admired the view I was able to experience in this point in time, absolutely breath taking. Ever since the day I rode my very first wave with the help of a certain golden retriever boy. I could hear the ocean wailing for me like a lost soulmate in the wind.

It has been a long time my first love.

"There everyone goes, leaving us behind..." Pope trails longingly,

I roll my eyes and shake my head at his dramatics. "All of you are always go go go, or too wrapped up in each other to just stop, and really enjoy the scenery around you that this earth has given us."

Being here with them gave me a knew found sense of home, like I wasn't just here living this life alone. I think it's time I let these pogues wiggle their way into being there for me. It'll take some time for me to allow them and get more comfortable with being in their presence more. But I'm willing to try for myself, for John, for the Pogues.

Pope is quiet weighing in my spoken thoughts, "You're right I really need to appreciate it a lot more, but right now isn't the time. It seems we're holding everyone up."

I whipped my head fast enough for it to strain and begin to throb in pain. A few feet away I spotted Kie with her board tucked under her one arm and resting against her hip. An expecting look displayed onto her soft features, behind her Sarah and John were beckoning me forward.

JJ was already at the shore line, the high tides crashing into his ankles. He stuck his gaze to the front of the Greenie. Wearing John's bright red shirt that had a white lobster on the chest confirming my suspicion of further injury. Jay was comfortable with his muscular build and it was unusual to find him sporting a shirt while surfing. He must be hiding from the others as well knowing they'd raise havoc at the new found information.

was I bad person for wanting him to really see me? look at me and acknowledge the night we shared? I knew the pain he faced and the time he needed to numb his trauma over. Maybe when he looked at me he was reliving it all again in a rush of conflicted emotion.

One look was all I craved. Just a tiny glance into those storming blue eyes.

"Are you ready?" Pope asks, gentle hopefulness danced in his dark brown eyes. It dawned on me then like a bucket of ice. They had thought I was going to leave like I've done a few times before. This time was different because I truly wanted to be here with them.

"Yeah, I'm ready, Pope." I say grateful for his patience,

Unclasping our boards, Pope jogged alongside me catching up with the rest of them. Soon he fell into step with John B, both of them rush towards their blonde counter part. Kiara and Sarah flanked me and it almost felt like they knew everything that happened last night. Waiting for me to spill but there was not a single thing to share. Nothing happened and I seemed to be reading into it too much.

"Are you okay? You seemed to be hesitating?" Kie asks as we reached the ocean kneeling onto our boards and paddling out. Entering the water gave me this soft security and had woken my sleeping muscles.

"Yeah." I said contently, "I was admiring how beautiful the ocean appeared in the golden hour."

"I love how you can just get lost in the nature around you. Finding the beauty in smallest of things," Sarah notes,

I shrug, " I was taught to appreciate what I was given." It wasn't a jab at their pedigree. It was more of we're different and that's not a terrible thing. They both hum understanding my words weren't malicious.

I felt complete in this moment, smiling at the both of them I could feel my mask breaking into pieces letting my true thoughts be known. It was a radiating feeling.

Looking behind me, the shore in the distance. I could sense we were at the perfect location to catch a few good waves. The others did too and halted their paddling and sat up onto their boards.

All six us stared at the wall of waves building and crashing just a few yards away. Rocking our boards once it rode out and reached past us.

"I love your bikini." Kie says, I look down at the old fading teal bikini. I got it at a thrift store two years ago and a few sizes too small. "You say that every time and you know damn well this is the only one I got." I say playfully and Kiara smiles giving me a wink.

Sarah shrugs, "Kie's right its so cute, but we should all go shopping for new ones. Like a girls day, god know we need it." She says poking her glance past us and we follow her gaze to see the boys barking at each other in deep tones and hyping themselves up.

We burst out laughing at how ridiculous they were being. Snapping their heads towards our laughter they glare teasingly, "What?!" They shout in unison, "What are you guys doing?" Kiara askes, "It looks very intimate." Sarah calls after.

It warmed my heart to JJ enjoying himself considering what he's been through in the last twenty-four hours. It nicked to know he could never be like that with me ever again.

"Our masculine chant." JB states,

"We need to level out the feminine vibe." Jay retorts aiming his words at me. I was stunned to say the least. It bent my heart and I swore that was the last time I ever helped him. it must've been written on my face because John reaches over and smacks him upside the head.

I coughed to over my laugh, but I couldn't help but feel like a fucking out cast again. Maybe letting them in wasn't the best idea.

"I didn't know your masculinity was so fragile, Jay." I spat,

"It's not!" He shot back desperately

"I'm catching the first wave." I blankly said, paddling for the wave. Behind me I could hear John giving JJ shit for treating me like some Kook whose fucking with his feelings.

My body took control catching the wave like I've done many times before. Everything with JJ and John forgotten like none of it happened and I was completely content with that. The adrenaline raced into my blood as I rode the wave with such perfect ease.

After padding back to my spot beside Kiara and Sarah, JJ went next. It was easy to detect that our surfing styles were similar. I would've loved that I replicated his style to the tee a year ago, but now it made me sick to my stomach.

"I've never noticed how you and JJ have the same style." Sarah comments and Kiara's attention snapped to me, I shrugged "JJ Taught me how to surf."

Sarah gave an amused look, "Really? I would've thought John B did." Kie laughs and I shook my head, "Nope." I popped the 'p' "The jackass was too busy laughing at me while I drowned."

"I was not!" John B yelled over catching our conversation,

"Keep telling yourself that buddy." Kie calls returning her attention back to our triangle. Pope snickers and John B squints his eyes at him," I would've taught her but Jayj was the better teacher."

"beside if John did teach me, I wouldn't be able to land a few of my tricks." I shrug,

"What happened between the two of you?' Sarah asks the one question I was dreading, But her eyes were hopeful and I truly wanted to be close friends with her.

"I'm wondering the same thing. We use to be good friends when we were younger, then one day he pulled away. Stopped hanging out with me and never shared anything with me. It was very cold turkey and so fucking strange."

"I'm sorry, that must've been confusing." She replies and I brush it off.

"Nothing I can do now." I say flatly. Noticing Kiara has been quiet I trailed my glace to her, a weak smile spread across her face and I could've sworn I saw guilt swirling in her brown eyes. She must know something that I didn't and I had the urge to dig deeper.

We stayed there for two more hours, surfing and showing off our technique. The sun was ready to disappear over the horizon and god was it gorgeous but it was time to bring it in.

Dragging our bodies near the shore I walked between the girls again. after a successful day session on the waves I felt emotionally and mentally full and healthy. It was as if the ocean had the ability to revive me.

"Are both of you still down to go bikini shopping?" Sarah askes,

"Yeah absolutely, Jade what about you?" Kie replies looking at me expectantly.

"Operation feminine energy is a go!" I shout to the rising moon. Both of them celebrate like they won a marathon, I join them and somehow feel like I'm apart of something outside of being a Routledge twin.

Ahead of us the boys give us weird looks and I couldn't careless, but the lingering glance from JJ had me conflicted. In his storm blue eyes I saw a flicker of regret and I found it hard to breathe.

I held a façade for Kiara and Sarah, but I felt utterly lost when it came to that boy. Carrying our boards back to the vehicles I tried to focus on our new found girl squad.

Pat two took so long because I changed quite a bit from the original piece and added over 1k words. I definitely restrained myself from writing more JJ it's just not time for them yet.

Part two took so long because I wanted to write more JJ, but it's not for it yet.

This is very slow burn and I truly wanted to write about what living on the cut was really like.

Thank you so much for reading It means the worlds you decided to read something I wrote. I love you.

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izzymaybank · 2 years

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brothers best friend

jj maybank x routledge!reader

word count: (?)

summary: after finding a motel key in a sunken wreck, john b, jj, (y/n), pope, and kiara find a stack of cash and a gun tied to a unlikely person.

pairings: jj maybank x girlfriend!reader john b x twin sister!reader pope and kiara x bestfriend!reader

warnings: a gun, stealing, breaking and entering

a/n: reader uses she/her pronouns. the lowercase’s are intentional.

key: (y/e/c) = your eye colour

brothers best friend masterlist

the pogues walk through what looks to be a help center. they pass by different tents with tables covered with medical supplies. people scatter everywhere, chattering on about their issues and what they need help with. john b heads to the front desk and attempts to speak to the receptionist arguing with a costumer.

“excuse me,” john b says.

“hey, man, we- we found a boat,” jj cuts in.

“your gonna wanna hear this.”

“hey! calm down,” the man snaps, raising a hand in warning. he turns away from the two boys, continuing to speak with the woman from before. jj and john b walk back to the door, standing next to the others.

“well, that went well,” pope sighs, defeated.

“so... what’s the plan?” jj asks, his elbow leaning on john b’s shoulder. kiara leans against a pillar off to the side, linking arms with (y/n), who stands beside her.

“i think i know how we’re gonna find the guy who owns that boat.” john b pulls out the motel key from his pocket, raising it in the air to show his friends.

“no, no, we don’t know whose room that is,” pope protests. “it could be anyone.”

“i’m in,” jj says, throwing the key over to (y/n). she catches it and turns around, starting to walk back over to the boat. jj quickly follows after her, grabbing her hand and interlocking their fingers.

“come on,” kiara smiles. “i’ll be look out.”

john b smacks pope on the shoulder. “finder’s fee. just sayin’. and hey, at least you’ll only be an accomplice.”

“oh, man.”

“come on, bubba.”

adjusting his hat, pope follows after the rest of them.

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with a loud whistle from jj, the pogue’s arrive at what seems to be the motel. “i thought the château looked bad.”

“this place is a shitshow,” john b comments.

“motel or meth lab?” kiara asks aloud.

“you be the judge,” pope replies.

“jesus,” (y/n) mutters, rising to her feet. “doesn’t look like a place someone with a grady-white would stay.”

“no, it looks like the type of place someone with a grady-white would get killed,” pope says.

“this is your captain speaking.” jj creates a walkie-talkie with his hand. “hms pogue comin’ in for landing.”

jj jumps off, tying the rope to a pillar to make sure the boat doesn’t float away. (y/n) hops off, standing on the ground next to her boyfriend. after confirmation from jj that the boat wasn’t going anywhere, john b got off as well.

pope taps (y/n) on the shoulder and points to the blonde off to the side. “hey, don’t let him do anything stupid.”

(y/n) laughs, “no promises.”

“Be careful,” Kiara says to John B, handing him the key to the room. “I mean it.”

John B chuckles nervously, “yeah.”

(y/n) grabs JJ’s hand and pulls him along, following her twin brother. Her eyes flicked around the moldy mattresses and mumbled a small, “gross.”

JJ smiled cheekily at her and winked, getting an eye-roll in response. JJ ran forwards towards John B. JJ grabbed his shoulders, intimidating Kiara as they walked down the hallway.

“Just be so careful, John,” he said, touching John B’s jaw.

The boy pushed JJ away, “God, your so weird.”

“What was that about?” JJ scoffed, turning to look at the shorter twin.

“I don’t know, maybe she wants us to be careful,” John B stutters defensively.

“Or maybe she loves you,” (y/n) teases, sliding an arm around JJ’s torso and wiggling her fingers in John B’s face. He smacks the girls hand away, shaking his head.

“Ever since she heard your being threatened with exile, she’s just been, like.” JJ starts caressing John B’s shoulders again, “oh! Be so careful, John B.”

“Get off.” John B shoves JJ away, glaring at his sister when she laughs.

“Just give me that John D already. Like when are you gonna swoop on that, man?”

“Seriously,” (y/n) chimes. “She’s totally into you.”

“Bro, you know the rule. No Pogue-on-Pogue macking.”

(y/n) furrows her brows, her and JJ looking at each other before they laugh. “Seriously? That rule was broken ages ago. Stop using excuses.”

The two boys continue to bicker while (y/n) skips ahead, standing in front of door 29. “This is it,” she said.

JJ grabbed her hip with one hand, moving her off to the side as he raised a fist to the door. “Housekeeping,” JJ says in a high-pitched voice, but received no answer.

John B takes the key and unlocks the door. (y/n) peers over JJ’s shoulder as they walk in, shoulders slumping in defeat when she see’s the empty, boring hotel room. Two twin beds sit up against the wall, a dull pink comforter covering the mattress. A black duffel bag sits on one of them and John B tells JJ to check it out. (y/n) walks to the back of the room. She can faintly hear the two boys talking, but ignore’s them. She searches through the room, and ends up finding a safe near the floor.

“John,” she calls, and her brother looks over his shoulder. “There a pass-code or something?”

John B pushes his sister to the side, who stumbles slightly before JJ grabs her shoulders to steady her. His fingers press into her neck, and she wraps an arm around one of his.

“One, one, one, one.” John B tries, but a loud beeping comes from the safe, meaning it didn’t open. “One, one, one, two.” John B tries again, but the safe still stays locked.

“Punching shit at random... that will definitely work,” (y/n) says, standing up when JJ moves away. The brunette girl stands next to JJ, looking down at the nightstand in between the two beds. She picks up a piece of paper lying on the table and walks back to her brother, who’s still trying random codes.

“John, try this,” she said, handing him the note with small numbers on it. He hums in thanks.

“Six, one, six, six, six.” John B tries, and the safe opens with a soft hiss. John’s eyes blow wide open as he see’s whats inside.

“Woah,” (y/n) says when she see’s her brother pull out a wade of cash. “Holy shit. JJ.”

The blonde looks over.

“You’re gonna wanna see this,” John B says. JJ laughs and grabs the gun that lies inside the safe.

“Oh my god, JJ!” (y/n) says. “Put the gun back!”

John B walks closer to his best friend, but JJ only continue’s to ramble. “Dude, dude, dude, this is a SIG Sauer.”

“Put the gun back, JJ,” John B says hurriedly.

“This is a fucking spend gatt, man. Just… Bam! Bam!” JJ pretends to shoot. Hearing small taps on the window, (y/n) ignores her boyfriend and brother as they continue to bicker and walked closer. She raises the blind over her head and the two boys look over.

“What was that?” JJ asked.

“What are you doing?” That was John B.

The girl looks down to see Kiara and Pope mouthing the words ‘cops’ and gesturing towards the door. She then jumps on the bed and checks the window next to the door. She looks between the blinds and fear strikes through her when she see’s two officers.

“Cops.” They all start into motion when there’s a knock at the door.

They all run to the window and John mutters, “get it open.” (y/n)’s out the window first, pressing herself against the wall. Next is JJ, and then John B. The three of them stand on the small room attached to the brick wall, and JJ wraps his arm around (y/n)’s waist, completely shielding her from the view of the officers.

(y/n) turns her head, seeing Pope and Kie sitting on the boat, looking at them like they’re idiots. Which they are. “Can they see us?” She whisper yells. JJ barely shakes his head, silently looking at John B as he holds the girl tighter.

“What the fu..” JJ mutters when he see’s the officers take the money and put it into their pocket’s. The gun from his inside JJ’s pocket suddenly falls out, creating a large crash as it falls onto the roof, then to the ground. (y/n) clenches her jaw, staring at her boyfriend in mild anger.

“You couldn’t have left the gun?” She whispers but he only shushes her. He flicks her eyes from hers then to John B’s. She presses her head further into JJ’s shoulder as she watches the officer look out the window, terror in her eyes. (y/n)’s shoulders sag in relief when she hears the officers leave the room. JJ’s grip looses, and she looks up to meet his gaze. “You’re an idiot.”

“Well that was fun,” JJ says fifteen minutes later. The (y/e/c) girl lays flat on her back, her head on JJ’s lap. One hand fiddled with her shirt and the other played with the boys hand. “Could have warned us a little sooner.”

“We would have,” Kiara starts. “Except Pope was on the math team.”

“You were on the math team?” (y/n) asked, lifting her head to glance at Pope, who rolled his eyes.

“The cops took everything like it was a crime scene,” Pope says. “Did you guys find anything?”

“Did we find anything?” JJ asks himself. He then pulled out a gun from one pocket and a wad of cash from the other. “No, I don’t think so. Oh, yeah we did.”

“What the hell?” Pope asks, standing up to walk over.

“Dude, what?” Kiara asks. (y/n) rolls her eyes in annoyance, staring at JJ blankly.

“Why would you take that from a crime scene?!” Pope hisses. JJ tries to explain himself to Pope but the boy only keeps rambling.

“Are you serious?” Kiara asks, turning to look at John B, who raises his hands in defense.

“I’m gonna loose my Merit Scholarship.”

“Hey, hey, hey. Sh, sh, sh, sh, sh.” JJ places the gun against Pope’s lips. “At least you have us, right?”

Pope pushes the blonde away. “I’m living the nightmare.”

The Pogue’s watch as a dead man lays down on a cot. A woman stands over his body, crying. “Who’s that?” John B asks.

“It’s Scooter Grubbs. He was out during the storm,” a girl says. She passes her phone around, “check out this pic I got. Dead body.”

(y/n) shudders when she looks. “What kind of boat did he have?” JJ asks.

“Somehow, that dirtbag copped a brand-new Grady-White. Everyone’s out looking for it,” the girl states. The Pogue’s all look at each other nervously.

“Okay,” Pope pants, swinging open the door. “So, um... we didn’t see anything. We don’t know anything. We need to have total and complete amnesia.” John B flips a bottle in his hand. (y/n) sits curled up in a chair, one of JJ’s hands on her thigh, the other playing with a lighter as he sits in the recliner next to her.

“Actually, Pope’s right for once,” JJ says. “See, I agree with you sometimes.” He stands up, looking at his friends. “Deny, deny, deny.”

“Guys, we can’t keep that money.”

JJ sighs, “okay. Not all of us can afford unlimited data plans, Kiara.”

“I agree with Kie,” (y/n) says, lifting her head off her hand. “We have to pass that on to Lana Grubbs. Otherwise, it’s bad karma.”

JJ looks at his girlfriend in mock betrayal.

“Bad karma to be implicated in a felony, too,” Pope chimes. “We gotta go dark.”

“If that means we get to keep the money, then I agree.”

“I don’t agree,” John B echo’s, patting JJ on the shoulder.

“What? Why?”

“Just think about it,” John B says. “This is Scooter Grubbs we’re talking about. Same dude who’s buying individual cigarette's at the Porthole. Shit, one time I saw this dude pegging for change in the Save-A-Lot parking lot because he needed gas. We’re talking about a dirtbag marina rat who’s never had more than 40 bucks in his pocket, and all of a sudden he’s got a Grady-White? Just sayin’.”

“Alright so, think about it, Pope,” John B starts as Pope swings his fishing rod into the water. “How does a marina rat get a Grady-White?”

Pope inhales sharply. “Prostitution.”

“Square groupers, bro,” John B says. “Okay, flying under the radar, no aerial surveillance. They don’t do that stuff during a hurricane. What does that mean? JJ?” John B points to his best friend.

“They were straight smugglin’.”

“Smugglin’,” John B repeats. “And I guarantee there’s a serious amount of contraband in that wreck.”

“Hell yeah,” (y/n) says.

“For the record.” Pope snatches the stolen stack of cash from JJ’s hand. “If that is a smuggling ship.. with illegal contraband inside of it.. it probably belongs to someone else.”

Pope sat on the bed inside of the small room. JJ sat with his body forward in his chair in front of the window, (y/n) sat on the floor in between his legs. Next in the circle was Kiara, and finally John B.

“Minor details,” Kie chimed.

“They could come looking for it,” Pope finishes. “Taking it would be catastrophically stupid.”

JJ leaned forward and grabbed the money from Pope’s grasp, careful not to crush the girl in front of him. “Right. Well, stupid things have good outcome’s all the time.” JJ fans the bills in his hand and raises it to the rest of the group, showing the ‘good outcome’. “All we need to do is figure out a way to get into the cargo hold of that wreck. Until then, we just lay low. Just act normal.”

“Right,” Pope sighed. “And how exactly do we do that?”

When no one speaks, (y/n) suggests, “Kegger?”

#outer banks #obx #jj maybank #john b. routledge #kiara carrera #pope heyward #outer banks x reader #jj maybank x reader #john b x twin sister!reader #reader insert

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yiiyiiwrites · 2 months

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If the older sisters were in obx, who would get on with who?

Kiara's older sister probably would have stayed on the kook side. Dare I say she used to be friends with Rafe.

John B's older sister is close with Pope's older sister and they regularly hang out when they have some free time. They make time to catch up.

I feel like JJ's older sister keeps to herself, more a loner that doesn't want everyone knowing what their home life is like. Is friendly to John B/Pope's older sisters but doesn't get too close.

#jj maybank #obx fanfiction #obx fic #jj maybank sister #jj maybank fanfiction #maybank!sister #john b sister #pope heyward fanfiction #pope heyward sister #kiara carrera #kiara carerra x sister #pope heyward x sister #john b x sister #yiiyiiasks

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vampiretendencies · 1 year

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request; hii ! i absolutely adore your writing and was wondering if you could possibly do “move your blanket, i wanna lay down on your lap.” + lying on the couch on top of eachother, one combing their fingers through the other’s hair as they watch a movie with jj maybank please?

pairing; jj x fem!reader

warnings; fluff

authors note; ofc i can, thank you for requesting, happy valentine’s day !!! requests are open

list of prompts in honor of valentine’s day

JJ was enticed by what was in front of him.

Hot Summer Nights— a movie based primarily on drug deals and romance, both topics that intrigued JJ. All while muggy air, trapped its way into chateau, John B holed up in his room and JJ couldn’t stop peering into the TV screen.

You watched him aimlessly, from the island in the kitchen. Throwing away the remainder of what was left of the Pogues half eaten pizza.

Chin perched on your hand, you were fascinated by the satisfaction on JJ’s face.

Pacing over, you stand directly in front of the TV earning a huff from JJ. He’s cozily entrapped in a wool blanket, legs criss-crossed— his shirtless figure pausing the movie whilst smirking mischievously at you.

“Want some lovin’ don’t you, baby?”

“Mhm. Move your blanket, I wanna lay down on your lap.”

JJ, without hesitation, threw the blanket over his shoulder. Reading you like a book, his lap spreads wider in preparation for you.

“Wanted me this long, you should’ve just asked.”

“Didn’t wanna interrupt your movie, J.”

Your body inclines, crawling into the couch, doing so lowly— as he’d pressed play again. Helping you lie your head pleasingly in his lap. Hand on your shoulder, roaming where it desired but not where it could reach.

And suddenly JJ was disappointed.

He’d found himself trapped, due to the fact that he no longer gave a fuck about the movie. His only care is the passion and devotion he longed to give the lady in his lap.

“Not close enough.”

JJ complained, skin crawling to prod and knead your flesh how he’d yearned. You hummed in response, awaiting JJ actions.

Few pillows fell to the floor, whilst he swiveled his body straight to lay narrowly onto the couch— pulling you upward to perfectly align with him.

Against eachother, bodies squished lovingly against each others. Not an inch had been moved and the rest of the movie went unwatched. The tresses in front of him abandoned and he was tranced to come into contact with them.

“My pretty girl.”

A reminder to himself that he had all he wanted right at his fingertips.

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alyswritings · 2 years

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Little Sister

Request: hi! i saw in your bio that your requests are open, so i just want to ask for a sarah cameron with a child!sister!reader? maybe where she takes her sister to meet the pogues? (and maybe with non-canon camerons?) it’s okay if you can’t write this, but thank you so much either way! hope you have a good day/night!

Sarah Cameron x sister!reader

Summary: Sarah introduces her youngest sister to the pogues.

Warnings: really none

a/n: thank you for the request! hope you all enjoy!

(gif not mine)

Sarah was Y/N's favorite. Being her older sister by ten years, everybody thought their relationship wouldn't be that strong. But with Sarah always offering to babysitting and loving her baby sister, they quickly grew closer. She was the nicest one when Y/N was a toddler.

Rafe isn't the biggest baby person and was always out with friends, and Wheezie would get jealous of all the attention transferring to the new youngest child.

Since Sarah has been hanging out with the pogues and started dating John B, Y/N has seen Sarah less and less making her sad. Sarah noticed it and spent a few days with her and her only before offering to introduce Y/N to the pogues.

The two are in Sarah's car, Y/N sat in the backseat in her booster. Ever since Sarah got her license a few months ago, driving is Y/N's favorite thing to do with her sister. Even though she wishes she could sit in the front seat, but her family always say she isn't big enough yet.

"What if they don't like me?" Y/N voices her concern.

"What?! Are you kidding me? They're gonna love you." Sarah assures.

"Are you positive?" Y/N asks.

"Beyond positive. You're so sweet and cute, how could they not?" Sarah says, glancing at her sister in the rearview mirror. Soon enough -- and maybe a little too soon for Y/n's liking -- Sarah pulls up to the chateau.

Sarah turns the car off and climbs out, opening the back door for her little sister. Y/N gives her an uncertain look.

"It'll be okay. I promise. I'll be right there the whole time." Sarah assures.

Y/N hesitates, but unbuckles herself before climbing out of the car. Sarah shuts the door and holds her hand out to Y/N who takes it, the two beginning to walk to the house.

"Ah, the princess is here!" JJ announces.

"Hi, JJ." Sarah lightly rolls her eyes.

"And she has another princess." JJ points out as the two Camerons walk onto the porch.

"Hey, babe." John B greets, giving Sarah's lips a quick peck, which makes Y/N grimace in disgust.

"Okay, guys... this is my little sister, Y/N. Y/N/N, you know John B and you remember Kie." Sarah points out and Y/N gives them small smiles.

"Hey, Y/N." John B ruffles her hair.

"Hi." She tells him.

"Hi, Y/N." Kie kindly smiles at her, receiving a small smile in return.

"And that's JJ and Pope." Sarah introduces, pointing to each boy as she says their names.

"Hi." Pope waves.

"Sup, tiny princess." JJ does a salute.

Y/N shyly waves at them, pressing herself to Sarah's side, hiding behind her big sister.

The pogues start talking about their plans, all deciding to go out on the boat. Sarah quickly grabs her and Y/N's stuff from the car, getting the girl's life jacket and some water bottles and juice boxes, knowing the others are probably only going to pack beers.

Sarah puts their drinks in the cooler and they all pile onto the boat.

"Want me to lift you in?" John B asks Y/N. She considers before nodding. John B puts his hands under her arms and lifts her into the boat, setting her on the floor.

"C'mere, Y/N." Sarah calls, sitting on the floor as her sister walks over to her. Sarah helps Y/N take her shirt and shorts off, leaving her in her bathing suit. Sarah holds the life jacket up and Y/N puts it on.

Sarah buckles the straps and tightens them.

"Too tight?" Sarah asks and Y/N shakes her head. "It feels good? Secure?"

"Uh-huh." Y/N nods.

"Okay." Sarah smiles, ruffling her sister's hair.

"Little one good?" John B asks, turning the boat on.

"Yep." Sarah nods.

"Everybody else good?" He asks, receiving confirmations from the others so he drives off.

They anchored the boat down in the marsh, all sitting around and hanging out. Sarah is cuddled into John B's side, the two sharing a quiet conversation.

Y/N sits next to Kie, fiddling with her fingers nervously, Pope sitting on the other side of Kie, the two talking about the earth and pollution.

JJ glances at the nervous child and steps closer, holding his beer bottle out to her, and she sends him a questioning look.

"You want some beer?" He asks.

"JJ!" The four other teens exclaim.

"What?" He asks.

"She's six!" Sarah exclaims.

"Well, I don't know. What am I supposed to do with her?" JJ asks.

"Talk to her, idiot." John B says.

"I was. I was offering her beer." JJ retorts making his friends all roll their eyes.

"There's juice boxes in the cooler." Sarah informs.

"This is a juice box." JJ holds the beer bottle up.

"Legal juice boxes." Sarah states.

"Do you want a legal juice box?" JJ asks Y/N who has a small and amused smile on her face.

"Yes, please." She quietly says, a small giggle managing to escape her.

"Man, got a six year old laughing at me now." JJ grumbles, going to the cooler to retrieve a juice box for her.

Taglist: @glxwingrxse @venomsvl

#sarah cameron #sarah cameron x sister reader #sarah cameron x sister!reader #jj maybank #john b #john b routledge #kie carrera #pope heyward #obx #outer banks

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genuinerio · 2 years

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YOUNG, WILD AND FREE ↠ 「 Outer Banks 」

Prologue and first chapter will be coming soon!

NOTE: I named my OC in honor of my favorite actor, River Phoenix, he will be dearly missed and beloved. May he rest peacefully. Also, decided to make her John B’s love interest.

Profile of River Maxine Maybank.

ABOUT ↴

FULL NAME: RIVER MAXINE MAYBANK ROUTLEDGE.

NICKNAMES: RIO, STARSHINE. (first jj, now kie, john b, pope and sarah), RIVER MAXINE. (everyone), RIO, RIV, KID, KIDDO, SUNFLOWER, MINI ME. (jj), SOUL SISTER. (kiara), SUNSHINE, ANGEL. (john b).

PLACE OF BIRTH: THE CUT, OUTER BANKS.

DATE OF BIRTH: UNKNOWN.

AGE: SIXTEEN.

GENDER: FEMALE.

EYE COLOR: BLUE.

HAIR COLOR: BLONDE.

HEIGHT: 5’8.

STATUS: ALIVE.

EDUCATION: KILDARE COUNTY HIGH SCHOOL. (currently).

ORGIN: OUTER BANKS.

RESIDENCE: THE CUT, OUTER BANKS.

SKILLS: ART, CREATIVITY, WRITING.

STRENGTHS: SURVIVING ABUSE, BEING ARTISTIC, HIGH PAIN TOLERANCE, CONFIDENT AND BRAVE.

WEAKNESSES: LETTING HERSELF BE ABUSED, PROMISCUITY WITH FEARING COMMITMENT AMONG BEING REBELLIOUS, FEARING TO LET ANYONE BE TRULY CLOSE BESIDES HER BROTHER AND BEING SELF DESTRUCTIVE.

HOBBIES: HANGING OUT WITH HER FRIENDS AND BROTHER, DRINKING ALCOHOL, PLAYING GUITAR, PAINTING, SKETCHING, SMOKING WEED AND CIGARETTES AMONG PARTYING, SURFING.

GOALS: GETTING HER AND JJ TO LEAVE THEIR ABUSIVE HOUSEHOLD AND TAKE VENGEANCE AMONG THEIR FATHER, NOT BEING AFRAID OF COMMITMENT AS WELL AS BECOMING A PROFESSIONAL ARTIST.

PERSONALITY TYPE: ENTJ.

FAMILY: LUKE MAYBANK. (father), UNKNOWN MOTHER. (estranged), JJ MAYBANK. (twin brother), RICKY. (cousin).

FRIENDS: JJ MAYBANK. (brother, best friend), KIARA CARRERA. (best friend, like a sister), JOHN B ROUTLEDGE, best friend, eventual love interest), POPE HEYWARD. (best friend, like a brother), SARAH CAMERON. (best friend, like a sister), CLEO. (good friend).

ENEMIES: LUKE MAYBANK. (currently), RAFE CAMERON. (currently), TOPPER THORNTON. (formerly), WARD CAMERON. (currently).

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: PANSEXUAL.

LOVE INTERESTS: JOHN B ROUTLEDGE. (eventual husband, not legally), VARIOUS MEN AND WOMEN. (hookups, flings).

AFFILIATION: POGUES. (currently).

FIRST APPEARANCE: PILOT.

LATEST APPEARANCE: SECRET TO THE GNOMON.

FACE CLAIM: KATHRYN NEWTON.

FACTS ABOUT RIVER:

1. River is named after famous actor and namesake, River Phoenix who is also the older brother of Joaquin Phoenix. The name has various meanings, in a general aspect it means a flowing body of water and in a symbolic meaning, it means flowing freely, being connected to nature and having depth.

2. JJ frequently refers to her as his “mini me,” despite the fact that they’re twins and she is only younger than him by ten minutes for the reason given above. Another thing is that if he had to choose, he’d pick River as he sees his sister as the female version of himself like others see him as hers which annoys her constantly.

3. Like my other Outer Banks OC and Kiara, she is known to have a hippie soul, vibe and personality to her as she loves nature and is spiritual. She also really passionate and is adamant about her hippie type of lifestyle as people say around Outer Banks.

4. Because of the clear similarity and resemblance especially in looks to her mother, this causes River problems with Luke.

5. River is considered and viewed to be the female version of twin brother, JJ with the two sharing blue eyes and blonde hair along with other characteristics. One in particular is the protectiveness and defending for one another and their friends. However, unlike JJ, she is not as quick tempered as him but rather, likes to keep her anger and sorrows to herself.

6. Despite their extremely close bond and protectiveness of each other, River is oftentimes annoyed by JJ’s overprotective behaviour towards her with her feeling that he views her as a baby and acts like her father rather than her actual brother who’s the same age as her. At first, she understood it as a young child but she no longer is a child nor the little girl she once was.

7. Growing up, River was very shy and only really would talk and open up to JJ in spite of having other friends, it would just take her time to get comfortable with interacting with others and in gaining the confidence to trust them.

8. Because of the abusive and toxic environment, her and JJ were raised in, she feels that it had caused her major issues when it comes to relationships among other issues. People consider River to have major daddy and trust issues.

9. Regardless of them both being best friends with the pogues, River considers JJ to be her bestest friend of them all with Kiara, John B and Pope following suit and vice versa.

10. It’s pointed out that JJ clearly cares more about River’s wellbeing than his own and loves her a lot, JJ would do whatever for her. He also sees her as having great potential in anything that she’d like to pursue as he views her as very intelligent and is willing to support her through it all. In favour of this, River appreciates this but feels awful that JJ doesn’t see himself as having much potential or others not seeing him as so either when she believes he could have potential if he worked hard for it.

11. Despite how close they are as a whole, River and Pope are always considered to be each other’s “partner in crime” when it comes to important matters as they are both very smart for being pogues and are typically the ones to be the most reasonable in difficult situations.

12. It’s clear that River tries her best in trying to see other people’s perspectives especially JJ with his crazy antics. She doesn’t want it to make it seem like her brother is alone in his ideas even if they’re not the best ones or that she agrees with them.

13. River always saw JJ as the closest thing she had to a father since despite the two being the same age given that they’re twins, he always cared for her in a way that she once hoped that Luke would have and in a way that a loving father would care for their daughter.

14. The female Maybank is an old soul as she is very empathetic and compassionate to those that she cares deeply for. She has been noticed to be very wise beyond her years as well as caring more about her inner self than her outer self.

15. When they were children, JJ had taught River to surf once he learned himself and ever since then, it was a hobby that the two shared. JJ has said a few times that he believes River is a better surfer than he is, however; River disagrees and explains that she is good but JJ is in fact better.

16. Besides his other two nicknames for her, JJ calls her “sunflower,” as he says that River is someone who can brighten up their day, everyone adores her and is her favorite type of flower.

17. Before she and JJ became friends and grew to know John B and Pope, she’d cling to JJ as a child. Thus possibly hinting to a case of abandonment issues.

18. JJ has mentioned that he has found River to be very special and that she has the ability to make every relationship with someone feel that they have the closest relationship with her.

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- PART II (IS THIS HAPPINESS?)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Heyward!Reader

Summary: In which Y/N anxiously accompanies John B and JJ as they break into a motel room.

Warnings: strong language, underage drinking, death, near drowning, guns, mild violence, and sexually suggestive comments

Words: 5,249

author's note: yeah they finally get to interact, i didn't think I would put out another part this quickly but hey? this is only time I have ever been productive in life, this chapter is a little bit longer, so sorry idk if that's a good thing or a bad thing

(not proofread)

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𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 II

act one, two

❝Guns are not toys to play with!❞

The boat creaks and groans against the dock, wedging itself between Coast Guard cruisers. John B leaps onto the weathered planks, the old wood moaning under his footsteps. The others follow, their shoes thudding dully on the gray dock speckled with barnacles and seagull droppings. Overhead, gulls shriek and circle, their cries piercing the salty ocean air.

The group trudges down the dock, passing bait shops and tourist stores, the smell of fried food and sunscreen mingling with the briny scent of the sea. At the end, a dilapidated building sags wearily, its white paint peeled and flaking. Stepping through the crooked door into the Coast Guard station, they're met with chaos.

Inside, the air hangs hot and stale, filled with the tang of sweat. The power is out and the cramped space swelters, noisy with shouting and shoving in the dark. A large fan sits useless in the corner, blades still. At the front counter, a single harried seaman in a sweat-stained uniform tries to juggle a crackling walkie talkie and the growing line.

"I understand, sir. But you'll need to wait your turn," he repeats, exasperated.

JJ steps up eagerly, shoes squeaking on the grimy tile floor. “Hey man, we’ve found a sunken boat offshore,” he announces over the din.

John B raises his voice, competing with the noise. “You’re gonna wanna hear about this wreck we found!”

"Hey! Everyone calm down!" The seaman shouts, face flushed.

John B motions his friends toward the door, edging out of the chaotic scene.

Stepping into the glaring sunlight, Pope sighs heavily, shoulders slumped. "Well that went well," he grumbles, voice dripping sarcasm.

JJ turns to John B expectantly, squinting in the bright light. "So what's the plan now?"

John B holds up the motel key retrieved from the sunken boat, metal catching the sunlight. "I know how we could find out who owns that boat," he says with a sly smile.

The group looks at the dull key, realizing what John B is suggesting.

Pope immediately dislikes the idea, anxiety furrowing his brow. "We don't know whose room that is. It could belong to anyone," he protests nervously, shifting his weight.

JJ grabs the key from John B's hand, eyes glinting with mischief. "I'm in," he declares recklessly.

You bite your lip uncertainly, clutching your arm. "I don't know guys, this feels wrong..." you say hesitantly.

Kiara takes the key from JJ and heads toward the boat. "Come on, we'll just take a quick peek," she cajoles over her shoulder. "We'll be lookouts."

John B and JJ follow after her eagerly, feet pounding the dock.

John B calls back to Pope encouragingly. "Finder's fee, dude. Just sayin'. You'll only be an accomplice."

Pope hesitates, shoulders hunched anxiously. "Man..." he says, tone laced with doubt.

John B claps him on the back. "Come on, Bubba," he presses with a persuasive grin.

You look between Pope and the others, conflicted. "Should we really be doing this?" you ask in a small voice, fingers fidgeting with your shirt hem.

JJ throws a reckless arm around your shoulders. "It'll be an adventure, Y/N!" he persuades with a roguish wink, squeezing you against his side.

You bite your lip, still looking unsure but allowing yourself to be led toward the boat with the others, converse scuffing the weathered planks.

The boat pulls into the rundown motel's algae-covered dock. The two story concrete building looks neglected, with a tilting sign and no power.

JJ whistles as he surveys the crumbling place. "I thought the Château looked bad," he remarks, nose wrinkling at the mildew scent.

John B shakes his head in disbelief. "This place is a shitshow," he declares bluntly.

Kiara crinkles her nose in distaste. "Motel or meth lab?" she quips sarcastically, eyeing the boarded windows.

Pope grimaces at the depressing sight. "You be the judge," he says wryly.

John B frowns in confusion. “Doesn’t look like a place someone with a Grady White would stay, does it?” he questions doubtfully, scanning the dilapidated building.

Pope shakes his head adamantly, "No way. This looks like the kind of place someone with a Grady White would get killed," he asserts ominously.

John B takes a deep breath, psyching himself up. "Alright, here we go," he says determinedly.

JJ puts on an announcer voice as he ties up the boat. "This is your captain speaking. HMS Pogue coming in for landing," he narrates dramatically with a grin.

John B hops out onto the pitted concrete dock and waits for the others, shoulders tense. "Here goes nothing," he mutters under his breath.

"Hey. Don't let him do anything too stupid in there," Pope instructs John B pointing at JJ.

JJ grins mischievously as he steps onto the dock. "Oh we will," he says slyly with a wink.

"I'm not making any promises!"

Kiara turns to John B, brow furrowed in concern. "Uh, be careful," she urges sincerely, handing him the motel key. "I mean it."

John B smiles back affectionately. "Yeah, yeah," he chuckles lightly, brushing off her worry.

Pope turns to you pleadingly. "Hey Y/N, go with them to be the voice of reason please," he implores.

You look uncertain, biting your lip. "I don't know, Pope, maybe I should just stay here with you," you say hesitantly.

He gives you an encouraging smile. "Come on, you're the most sensible one here. Make sure they don't get into too much trouble," he persuades.

You sigh but hop out onto the pitted dock. "Okay, I'll try," you reluctantly agree.

John B waves eagerly for Kiara and JJ to follow him. "Let's go!" he says, heading for the building.

They head toward the motel rooms, footsteps echoing on the cracked concrete walkway.

John B frowns at the moldy mattresses scattered around the overgrown courtyard. "Why are all these mattresses just dumped out here?"

JJ explains knowingly as he steps over them, "After a hurricane they ditch 'em 'cause they get moldy."

John B and JJ stroll along the open breezeways checking room numbers, you trailing anxiously behind, hugging yourself nervously. Shingles and broken glass litter the ground from storm damage. The ice machine drips and sputters sadly in the corner.

JJ mockingly imitates Kiara from earlier, voice high-pitched. “‘Be careful, John B. Be sooooo careful.’ What was that about?”

John B shrugs cluelessly, scanning the doors. “I don’t know. She just wants us to be careful I guess.”

JJ continues his sarcastic rant, gesturing dramatically. “Ever since she heard you might get exiled she's been all like, ‘Be soooo careful, John B!’” JJ runs his hand down John B's shoulder mockingly.

John B brushes him off, irritated. “Get off, man.”

JJ waggles his eyebrows suggestively with a grin. ‘’ ‘Oh, give me that John D already’ Like when are you gonna swoop on that, bro?”

John B shakes his head seriously. “You know the rule. No Pogue-on-Pogue macking,” he states firmly.

They arrive at the right room number, peeling paint on the door. JJ glances at John B mischievously and then knocks loudly. No answer. JJ knocks again, louder.

John B double checks the number. "This is it?" he confirms unsurely.

JJ puts on a high pitched voice. "Housekeeping!" he calls out in a sing-song.

John B takes a deep breath and slips the key in the lock, hesitating.

He looks back at you and JJ uncertainly. "Should we try it?"

You bite your lip worriedly, arms wrapped around yourself. "You guys, I really don't think this is a good idea," you say anxiously. "We could get in a lot of trouble for this."

JJ waves off your concern dismissively. "It'll be fine, Y/N. No one will ever know we were here," he insists confidently.

You furrow your brow, not convinced. "But we don't even know who this room belongs to. What if someone dangerous lives here?" you point out uneasily.

JJ checks that the coast is clear. "It's abandoned, no one's here," he asserts. "No power, no security cameras. No one's gonna know."

You hesitate, chewing on your bottom lip uncertainly. "I don't know...I have a really bad feeling about this," you say quietly, hugging yourself tighter.

JJ throws a reckless arm around your shoulders. "Come on Y/N, live a little!" he urges with a squeeze. "It'll be an adventure."

You still look incredibly anxious and unsure, shifting your weight from foot to foot nervously. But when John B turns the key in the lock, you reluctantly follow them inside, heart pounding.

They enter the dark motel room, closing the door behind them. JJ pulls back the heavy curtains, letting in a beam of hazy sunlight. The bed is neatly made, comforter straight and tight. Two worn duffel bags sit on the faded carpet.

John B surveys the dim room. "Check the bags, see if there's a name on anything," he directs.

JJ picks up one of the duffels, rifling through it noisily. "A jacket," he announces, holding it up.

John B checks the other bag sitting on the bed. "Denim slides," he notes, sifting through the contents.

JJ examines the plain jacket closely. "No name though. It's a nice jacket though," he remarks.

John B picks up a pair of generic sneakers. "New Balances, definitely someone over 50," he deduces confidently.

You wander around the stuffy room trailing your fingers along the battered furniture, uneasy. You pick up a framed ocean photo, studying it intently.

"You know, I bet whoever stays here loves the water just like us," you muse thoughtfully. "Not just for surfing and partying, but feeling connected to nature."

JJ rolls his eyes as he noisily rummages through the bags. "Very deep Y/N, but we're trying to find out whose boat that was, not get in touch with our spiritual sides," he retorts sarcastically.

You set the photo down carefully. "I'm just saying, they're real people just like us. Not just clues to unravel," you point out gently.

JJ brushes you off, moving to the desk. You sigh, hovering near the door anxiously. You pick up a shell from the nightstand, admiring the smooth spiral shape.

On the desk, JJ finds a nautical map with coordinates penciled in. "Yo, check this out. Maybe it's where they were fishing," JJ suggests eagerly.

John B studies the map, head tilted. "No, that's way off the continental shelf, really deep water. Nobody fishes there," he says knowledgably.

JJ shrugs. "Okay," he mutters, moving on disinterestedly.

John B eyes the motel coffee maker and says mockingly in an accent, "Coffee!"

JJ picks up a box of tissues, snickering crudely. "Yeah, standard tissues for when you get lonely."

You frown disapprovingly at their juvenile comments but stay silent, shifting your weight anxiously.

John B opens the closet and freezes. Inside sits an in-room safe. He stares at it intently, mind racing.

You notice his fixation. "Guys, I really think we should get out of here," you urge nervously. "We shouldn't be going through their stuff."

JJ waves off your concern dismissively. "Relax, we're just having some fun. What's the harm?"

You bite your lip fretfully. "I have a really bad feeling about this," you admit, voice small. "Can we please just go?"

JJ throws an arm around your shoulders cajolingly. "Oh come on Y/N, live a little!" he says with a grin.

But you can't shake the uneasy, anxious pit in your stomach. You glance between John B and the safe, hoping they'll agree to leave before you all get into serious trouble.

John B looks up at you pleadingly. "We're so close to figuring out the mystery though," he argues. "Don't you want to know more about that sunken boat?"

You hesitate, conflicted. You don’t like this plan at all, but also don't want to disappoint your friends. "I guess..." you concede reluctantly. "But can we please just look quickly and get out of here?"

JJ claps excitedly, misinterpreting your apprehension for thrill. "That's the spirit Y/N/N!"

John B kneels by the safe, punching in random number combinations.

JJ scoffs from behind him. "Punching in shit randomly. Yeah that'll definitely work," he says sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

John B remembers the paper on the table. "Wait a sec, the coordinates," he mutters in realization.

He grabs the paper and returns to the safe. Carefully he enters the numbers: 6-1-6-6-6. The lock clicks open and the light turns green!

JJ is still focused on the map, oblivious. "I don't know man, those coordinates don't make sense as a fishing spot," he rambles absently.

"Uh, JJ and Y/N?" John B interjects urgently.

"Hm?" JJ responds distractedly, scanning the map.

John B motions him over in awe. "You're gonna want to see this."

JJ joins him in the closet doorway, eyes going wide at the stacks of cash inside. "No way, did you seriously just crack it??"

As JJ reaches eagerly for the money, he notices something else - a handgun tucked behind the cash. "Dude, dude, dude!" he exclaims, pulling it out excitedly to examine it.

You immediately recoil in fear. "Is that a gun??" you squeak anxiously, hugging yourself tightly.

John B looks at JJ sternly. "You grabbed the gun, now put it back," he instructed firmly.

But JJ is too enthralled, turning the gun over in his hands. "This is a SIG Sauer, man. A fucking expensive gatt!"

He caresses it lovingly. "Just...Bam! Bam!" he shouts, mimicking shooting.

You shrink back further, eyes wide with alarm. "JJ, guns are dangerous, please be careful!" you plead worriedly.

JJ playfully keeps it out of your reach. "Chill Y/N/N, I'm just messing around," he insists casually.

You fix him with a stern, motherly look. "Guns are not toys, JJ," you scold seriously. "Put it down, now."

John B shakes his head at JJ’s reckless antics. "We are not stealing anything. Now put it back," he orders.

JJ poses goofily with the gun. "Just take a pic of me first!"

John B looks at him incredulously. "You want incriminating evidence of this??"

Before JJ can respond, pebbles suddenly clang against the window. John B rushes over to peek out cautiously and sees Pope and Kiara outside.

John B hisses urgently. "Cops."

You gasp, hands flying to your mouth in panic. John B scans the room hurriedly.

He points to the bathroom window. "Roof, now!"

You all scramble desperately out the tiny bathroom window onto the roof, just as cops knock at the door. You huddle together on the narrow ledge, terrified of being caught. John B, you, and JJ balance precariously on either side of the window, holding your breath.

The old boat's engine rumbles as it chugs across the shimmering blue water. Pope grips the wheel tightly, focused on steering as the ocean breeze ruffles his hair. Beside him, John B leans back casually, feet up on the dashboard as he gazes out at the endless horizon.

Up front, JJ sprawls lazily across the front deck, arms tucked behind his head. The sun glints off his blond hair and he squints against the bright rays. You sit near him, absentmindedly trailing your fingers through the cool water alongside the boat. Behind you both, Kiara perches on the edge of the boat as the wind whips through her dark curls.

JJ chuckles, a glint of mischief in his blue eyes. "Well that was fun," he remarks jokingly/

Kiara shoots him an exasperated look, eyebrows raised. "We would have warned you about the cops sooner if Pope wasn't so slow," she quips pointedly, glancing back at Pope.

JJ looks at Pope, surprised. "You were on the math team?" he asks incredulously.

John B shakes his head, eyebrows furrowed as he still processes everything. "The cops took everything from that room like it was a crime scene," he explains.

Pope looks between them all anxiously, his brow furrowed with worry. "Did you guys actually find anything useful in there?" he questions hopefully, wanting the risky trip to be worthwhile.

JJ grins, the mischievous glint back in his eyes. "Did we find anything?" He pretends to think for a moment, hand on his chin. "No, I don't think so..." Then he whips out the gun and wad of cash with a dramatic flourish.

You gasp sharply, eyes wide with alarm. "JJ! Why would you take that stuff?" you exclaim.

Pope's eyes nearly bug out of his head at the sight of the gun and cash. "What the hell?! Why did you take that from a crime scene?" he exclaims in dismay, throwing his hands up in disbelief.

JJ just shrugs casually, unfazed by Pope's shock. "Better than the cops having it," he defends matter-of-factly as he turns the gun over in his hands.

You shake your head anxiously, your hair wisping around your face in the breeze. "This is really serious, JJ. That gun and money could get us into a lot of trouble," you fret, imagining police interrogations and jail time.

Pope grabs at his hair in frustration, looking between the others desperately. "I’m gonna lose my merit scholarship," he groans, imagining his academic dreams slipping away.

Oblivious to Pope's rising panic, JJ laughs lightly and throws a brotherly arm around Pope's tense shoulders. "Hey, hey, hey. Sh, sh, sh. sh, sh. At least you have us, right?" he says with an easy grin.

Pope shrugs him off, face scrunched in dismay. ‘’I am living in a nightmare,’’ he declares dramatically, dropping his head into his hands.

The pungent stench of death hits your nose as the group approaches the marina. A crowd of onlookers has gathered, their hushed murmurs hanging like a heavy fog in the still, humid air. Police flashlights dance across the weathered wooden docks as a bloated, waterlogged corpse is lifted onto a gurney.

Lana Grubbs, tears staining her cheeks, pushes through the crowd desperately. She collapses to her knees with a piercing wail when she sees the swollen, discolored face of her husband, Scooter.

You gasp sharply, hands flying to cover your mouth in shock, eyes flooding with tears. "That poor woman," you whisper, voice cracking with empathy.

The Pogues exchange uneasy looks, the reality of mortality sinking in. Pope wraps a protective, reassuring arm around you, feeling you tremble against him.

John B turns to a teenage girl nearby, her face lit up with morbid fascination. "Who is that?" he asks grimly, with a nod toward the corpse.

“Scooter Grubbs. He was out on his boat during the storm," she explains eagerly, thrilled to share information.

She holds out her phone, her eyes glinting with twisted excitement. "Check out this pic I got of the dead body. Crazy, right?"

Kiara recoils, lip curled in disgust. "Insane," she mutters.

John B just shakes his head, looking ill. "Holy shit," is all he can manage.

JJ steps closer, eyeing the scene curiously. "What kind of boat did he have?"

"Somehow that dirtbag got a brand new Grady White. Everyone's looking for it now."

At this, the color drains from the Pogues' faces. They exchange panicked, guilt-ridden looks, the implications slowly dawning on them.

"The sunken boat..." You whisper in horror, a cold sweat breaking out across your skin.

Pope looks like he might pass out, the implication hitting him hard. You all exchange panicked, guilty looks, realizing you may have found Scooter Grubb's missing boat. You feel sick with anxiety, wrapping your arms around yourself tightly.

The hot mid-day sun beat down on the worn wooden porch where the Pogues gathered. The salty sea breeze provided little relief from the sweltering heat. JJ leaned against a post while Pope paced back and forth, beads of sweat dotting his furrowed brow.

Kiara sat and you sat cross-legged on the swing, absentmindedly braiding strands of your hair as you pondered your predicament. Beside you, John B stood with his arms crossed, his gaze intense as he considered their options.

Pope stopped his nervous pacing and spoke up, voice wavering. "Okay, um...we didn't see anything. We don't know anything. We need total amnesia about this," he urged, glancing around at each of them.

JJ nods in rare agreement. "Pope's right for once. Deny, deny, deny," he advises.

Kiara frowned, nose wrinkling in disapproval. "We can't keep that money, you guys," she argued vehemently.

JJ scoffed, rolling his eyes dramatically. "Not everybody can afford unlimited data plans, Kiara."

Kiara pressed on earnestly, leaning forward on the swing. "We have to return it to Lana Grubbs, it's bad karma otherwise."

Pope nodded quickly, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. "Implicating ourselves in a felony is also bad karma," he pointed out worriedly.

JJ shrugged, unconcerned as always. "If keeping the money means going dark, I'm in."

Kiara reluctantly conceded with a small nod, shoulders slumping in defeat.

But John B spoke up firmly, a smile playing at his lips like he’d just solved a puzzle. "I don't agree."

They all turned to look at him in surprise. JJ questioned incredulously "What? Why not?"

John B began laying out his thinking, gesturing animatedly. "This is Scooter Grubbs we're talking about. Dude was always broke, begging for change. Then suddenly he has a $500k boat? How's a marina rat getting a Grady White?"

The others stared at him, contemplating his logic. Pope suggested lamely, "Prostitution?"

John B shook his head decisively. "No aerial surveillance during the storm means they were smuggling contraband. I guarantee there's something illegal on that wreck," he declared confidently.

JJ's eyes lit up as understanding dawned on him. "They were straight up smugglin'!"

John B nodded approvingly. "And I guarantee there's contraband still on that wreck."

JJ whooped excitedly, "Hell yeah! Fish on!"

You bit your lip nervously, brows knitted in concern. "Smuggling? That sounds really dangerous, you guys."

But Pope still looked uncertain, wringing his hands together anxiously. "If it belongs to smugglers, taking it is catastrophically stupid," he fretted.

Kiara brushes off Pope's concern casually. "Minor details," she says flippantly.

Pope argues urgently, voice rising in pitch, "They could come after us!"

JJ waves the stolen money around cockily, fanning himself with the bills. "Stupid things turn out good sometimes," he smirks slyly. "We just need to get inside that cargo hold."

You twist your hands together nervously, stomach churning with anxiety. "Or we could just leave it all alone?" you suggest meekly. "Before we get into real trouble."

JJ throws an arm around your shoulder cajolingly, jostling you playfully. "It'll be an adventure, Y/N! Don't you trust us?"

You bite your lip, looking between all their expectant faces. The reckless plan makes you incredibly anxious, but you don’t want to let your friends down either.

JJ continues casually, "Until then, we just lay low. Just act normal." He punctuates this with an easy smile.

"And how do you do that?" Pope asks dubiously.

Kiara offers tentatively, "Kegger?"

The boys all nod and murmur in approval, already distracted by the idea of a party. You perk up a bit at the thought of a normal teenage party. At least that seemed safer than ransacking a smuggler's ship. Some socializing might help calm your nerves after everything that's happened.

The sun sank low over the ocean horizon as the Pogues lugged a heavy keg down the worn wooden steps to the beach. JJ eagerly manned the tap, filling red solo cups with foamy beer and handing them out. Laughter echoed across the sand as the group relaxed and unwound from the day's stresses.

Nearby, raucous shouts drew their attention to a group of Kooks heading their way. At the front strode Sarah Cameron, her blonde hair glowing golden in the sunset. She made a beeline for a large red buoy and climbed up as her friends cheered her on.

You sat off to the side in the soft sand, nibbling your lip anxiously. Your floral sundress billowed gently in the ocean breeze, contrasting sharply with the trendy clothes of the Kooks.

JJ sauntered over and pressed a beer into your hands with a wink. "Here ya go Y/N, try and relax," he said breezily.

You managed a small, uneasy smile in return. "Thanks JJ," you replied softly, not used to drinking. You took a tentative sip of the bitter liquid, trying to calm your nerves.

The raucous party quickly overwhelmed you. The pulsing music and drunken antics of the crowd made you shrink into yourself. Slipping away unnoticed, you wandered further down the lonely beach.

In the distance you spotted a lone figure sitting in the sand. Drawing nearer, you realized with a start it was Rafe Cameron. You froze, unsure whether to turn back. But Rafe had already seen you.

"Well well, if it isn't little Bambi straying from her pack," he called out mockingly.

You shifted your weight from foot to foot, anxious under his scrutiny. "Oh, um, hey Rafe," you managed softly.

Rafe's eyes traveled over you slowly, making you tug self-consciously at your sundress. "C'mere," he commanded, patting the sand beside him. You obediently went over and perched cautiously on the very edge.

Rafe shook his head, smirking arrogantly. "You need to loosen up, princess. Have a drink," he insisted, shoving his flask toward you.

You eyed it uncertainly, nervous to be alone with him. "No that's okay, I should probably get back..." you trailed off as he pressed the flask firmly into your hand.

The night was alive with the distant hum of the ocean, the scent of salt air mingling with the sharp tang of whiskey. Rafe, his eyes glimmering under the moon's glow, held out a flask, his eyebrow cocked in a teasing dare. "Don't be a buzzkill. One sip," he cajoled.

Reluctantly, you took the flask, its metal cool and slightly gritty from the sand. You took a hesitant sip and immediately recoiled, the harsh taste pricking your senses like a thorny vine.

Rafe's smirk widened, like a cat, as you handed back the flask. In a subtle movement, he shifted closer, his shoulder now brushing against yours. A tingle shot through you at the contact, causing you to stiffen. However, you didn't move away.

"You're too good for those loser Pogues, you know," Rafe remarked, his tone casual. Yet there was a certain intensity in his gaze, as if he was studying every detail of your face. "You should be hanging around me at the country club instead.."

You merely shrugged, your eyes fixed on the sand beneath you, glistening under the starlight. However, Rafe wasn't ready to let you off the hook so easily. He tilted your chin upwards with a firm yet gentle touch, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"I mean it. You're wasted on them, princess. You belong with the Kooks on the winning team," he insisted. Your heart pounded in your chest, his proximity causing your pulse to quicken. "I-I don't know, they're my friends and my brother," you stammered, your voice barely audible over the gentle crash of the waves.

Rafe snorted dismissively. "Friends? They're holding you back, princess. You deserve better company."

His shoulder pressed against yours again as he leaned in closer. "Stick with me and I'll show you a good time," his voice dropped to a murmur, the suggestion hanging in the air.

You tensed, your cheeks warming slightly under his gaze. "I-I should get back to them actually..." you stammered, starting to rise. But Rafe was quicker. He grabbed your wrist with a firm grip, preventing you from leaving.

"Don't run off just yet. I want to get to know you better," he said, a roguish smile playing on his lips.

After a moment's hesitation, you slowly sat back down, although you kept your gaze firmly on the sand.

Rafe shook his head, a look of disapproval crossing his handsome features. "They don't deserve you, Y/N," he argued. "Bunch of broke deadbeats and posers."

You frowned, your brows knitting together in confusion. "But I'm a Pogue too," you pointed out. "You always talk bad about us but want me around?"

He shrugged, seemingly unbothered by the contradiction. "You're different. I like you," he said bluntly, his fingers lightly brushing against your cheek.

"You and me...we'd be unstoppable together," he murmured, his voice low and persuasive. "Think about it."

His fingers deftly swept a loose strand of hair behind your ear, the intimate gesture causing your skin to prickle. A shiver danced down your spine, a silent testament to his touch.

As Rafe leaned in, your heartbeat thundered, echoing the rhythm of the crashing waves nearby. You turned your head subtly, his lips brushing your cheek instead of finding their intended target.

An unabashed grin spread across Rafe's face. His fingers combed through your hair gently as he murmured, "Playing hard to get? I like a challenge."

His hand found your chin, tilting your face towards his with a commanding gentleness. Before you could react, his lips claimed yours in a sudden, bruising kiss, the taste of sea salt and whiskey intoxicating.

You pulled back, eyes wide in surprise, heart pounding wildly. His smirk, arrogant and satisfied, only added to your disorientation.

Muttering an excuse, you fled from the scene, your footprints scarring the untouched sand as you raced back to your friends.

You freeze in alarm as JJ pulls out a gun and holds it to Topper's head, stopping him from drowning John B.

JJ's hand shook as he raised the gun towards the star-studded sky, adrenaline etched onto his face. "Okay, everyone listen up! Get the hell off our side of the island!" he yelled aggressively, his voice ricocheting off the nearby dunes.

With a deafening blast, the gun discharged. The crowd scattered, their screams carried away by the wind. Sand flew into the air as they sprinted down the beach, their shadows distorting under the moonlight.

In the ensuing pandemonium, Kiara turned to JJ and shoved him, her eyes blazing with fury. "Are you crazy?" she and Pope yelled in unison.

"You idiot!" Pope added, his voice echoing Kiara's sentiments.

"It's not worth it!" Kiara scolded, her anger palpable in the salty air.

Defensively, JJ shoved Pope, nearly causing him to stumble. "I'm saving his life, okay?" he retorted, his voice strained.

"You're gonna jeopardize everything, stupid!" Pope shot back, his hands tugging at his hair in frustration.

Meanwhile, John B staggered back into the surf, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He looked like a shipwreck survivor, battered by an unforgiving storm.

Ignoring the arguing trio, you rushed over to John B, your feet slipping in the sand. "Oh my god, are you okay?" you cried, your hands gently grasping his arm to help him upright. "What happened?"

‘’Topper tried to drown me.’’ John B says dazedly, still gasping for air, leaning on you for support.

You turn to JJ with tear-filled eyes, visibly distraught. "Why did you still have that gun on you? You could have killed someone!" you yell accusingly, your frame trembling.

JJ looks defensive, shoulders hunched. "I was trying to help, Y/N! He was drowning John B," he insists loudly, pointing down the beach at the retreating Kooks.

You shook your head, tears spilling down your cheeks. "The gun just made everything worse," you argued, your voice barely above a whisper.

Surveying the scene - JJ's defensive stance, Kiara and Pope's angry faces, and John B, still leaning heavily on you. Wrapping your arms tightly around John B, and you clung to him.

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