#pope heyward x male reader

[bumblesimagines]

Big fan of your work. Unsure if you're taking requests, but thought I'd reach out just in case. Keep up the awesome work!

Sarah Cameron

I knew you'd be dating them

how long did it take you to find someone new?

this is a little awkward i have to admit

I knew you'd be dating them

how long did it take you to find someone new?

this is a little awkward i have to admit

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs, Gender Neutral!Reader

Requests for series and imagines are closed! I don't really count sentence starter lines as requests since I am asking for em to be sent in!

The rapid, insistent knocking on the front door echoed throughout the house, eliciting a groan from you as you tugged the headphones off your head and stood up from the couch. You headed down the short hall toward the front door and unlocked it, tossing it open without bothering to check the peephole. Your brows immediately furrowed at the group standing on your porch, their faces too familiar and consistent in your life to forget. The Pogues. 

"Uh, hey, (Y/N)!" Pope greeted, dropping his curled fist and shoving it in the pocket of his shorts. Your eyes flickered over to JJ, watching him slowly set the small cat statue back in its place with an awkward, sheepish smile. Your gaze moved away from the reckless blonde, trailing over the rest of the Pogues until they settled on Sarah fucking Cameron. She stared back at you with lips drawn in a tight-lipped smile. 

"Not interested." You told them and began closing the door, only for Pope to stick his leg in the gap and push back against it. You groaned again and relented, releasing the door and crossing your arms over your chest with a small scowl. Pope smiled innocently and cleared his throat, removing his leg from the doorway and glancing back at his friends. "Ya'll selling Girl Scout cookies or what?"

"No, actually," Pope laughed awkwardly. "We, uh... well, you see-"

"We need something from your great-aunt, (Y/N). Mrs. Crain? We- We were wondering if you could help us get on her property... without... dying... like her husband." Kiara swiftly cut in but her confidence bubbled down tremendously. You raised your brows, lips slowly curling upward into a half-amused half-bitter smile. 

"And why the hell would I help a bunch of strangers and my ex-girlfriend?" You questioned and relished in the shocked looks that passed over each of their faces, apart from Sarah, of course. She dipped her head immediately, fingers brushing through her golden locks as she forcibly cleared her throat and tugged her hand free from John B's. 

"Well...  this is a little awkward I have to admit," JJ muttered, scratching his temple and sucking his teeth. "We, uh, we did not know that."

"Yeah, I figured." You glanced at him before settling your attention on Sarah, lifting a brow at her when she refused to meet your gaze. "How long did it take you to find someone new? After, you know, you cheated on me with Topper Thornton and then broke up with him? To be honest, I knew you'd be dating him eventually. You've always loved a little chaos, haven't you, Sarah?" 

Pope glanced back at his friend and pursed his lips before he took a small step to shield her from your scathing glare. "Uhm, well, you two can chat about this later, I guess. Like J said, we didn't know. We just came here for a favor-"

"I know how you idiots work, Heyward. I do this and you'll be coming back whenever it's convenient. Like I said," You grabbed the door handle again and shot them a fake smile, shutting the door right in their faces after uttering, "Not interested."

[thewriterg]

𝐩𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐮𝐭𝐬

pairing(s); jj maybank x gn!reader, pope heyward x gn!reader, jj maybank x pope heyward

summary; fall break was a time for you to relax week with no stress… and chaotically carve pumpkins with your boyfriends —flufftober day; 5–

word count; 450+

warning(s); fluff, mention of knives, jj stressing his partners out, pope trying to live without being teased every 5 seconds, pet names, kisses, and language

playlist; dream by salvia palth

A/n:—GIFs; @moki-dokie & @olisgifs— something super short today bc I’m really not feeling it

The sun shined down on your covered skin by the sweater that wasn’t yours the wind blew continuously in small cycles and continuous period of the cool wind and then a moment pure warmth that wasn’t overbearing like the summer months in outer banks

A whistle interrupted your thoughts along with the sound of a roaring motor as you were met with the sight of your boyfriends riding up to the porch of the Château that happened to be empty for the day

JJ finishing off his ‘bird call’ as he would say hopped off the bike kicking the stand down as Pope followed behind him a brown paper bag in his hand pressed against his sweater covered torso before you lifted from your spot with open arms

The blonde got to you first engulfing your frame before spinning you both in a circle your feet dangling off the ground then setting you down pressing a kiss to your forehead before you moved onto Pope

“Nice sweater” He hummed obliviously as you pressed a kiss to your cheek sparring him from the embarrassment as his warmed cheeks despite the cool winds

“Yeah? We’ll it’s yours” You smirked at the brown eyed boy as he gently snickered a small ‘of course’ falling from his lips

“Who’s ready for gut plunging!?” JJ questioned mocking the sounds of a chainsaw as he shook the car I no took that you had lied out on the towel you had placed on the ground and you could practically practically Pope rolling his eyes from his position behind you

“This, is why we painted pumpkins last year” Pope grumbled taking the sharp tools from the blonde hold who pouted in response before wrapping his l a n k y arms around the brunettes waist before swooping in on his neck and nipping at the skin of that wasn’t covered by his hoodie before he shoe’d the blue eyed boy away his face suddenly hot while you giggled at the sight

“We should get started then yeah?”

💌💌💌💌

“Is it supposed to look… like a cousin affair?” JJ questioned and you chuckled at the description peering over at the missed pre-portion Jack o lantern

“It’s… unique” You tried to comfort the blonde a laugh held back in your throat as you leaned you head on his shoulder careful not not to knock over the bowl of pumpkin seeds

“Uniquely deformed” Pope mumbled a small smirk on his face as the blonde looked up at him a offended gasp resting on his lips as he lied a hand on his chest and you inched away from the pair when you saw JJs hand slip into the bowl of pumpkin guts

©2023 thewriterg spooktober do not copy, translate, or modify.

[stxr-slut]

Idk why but my type is "men who you genuinely can't tell if their gay or straight."

Like it's getting out of hand, jj maybank, Pope heyward, finnick odair, SIRIUS BLACK???

Not to mention my ex, rip (he's not dead, I just wish he was). Like I literally thought that man was gay when I first met him.

[mrmaybank]

FEM ALLEGED DNI

Fandom: OBX

Title: Opposite Attract

Character(s): JJ, John b, Pope, Kiara

Request: No

Genre: Fluff

Masterlist

A/N: I’m so sorry if this sucks

(M/N) Cameron and JJ Maybank, two completely different people. (M/N) was a star student, he got good grades, was captain of the football team, he never drank, never did drugs. He was prince of the Kooks, every parent’s dream kid. While JJ barley passed his sophomore year of high school.

These two were completely and total opposite and said to hate each other. But you see that wasn’t true, the two were actually dating but they put up this act that they hated each other. Because if anyone knew things would be ruined for the both of them. So they kept things on the down low by meeting in secret, the occasional look in the during school or on the street, and stealing kisses while no was watching.

No one was suppose to know but nothing can stay secret forever especially not on the OBX. (M/N) smiled at JJ as he locked there hands together, it was around three in the morning and the two of them were just chilling on the druthers.

“This nice,” (M/N) told his boyfriend.

“Yeah, it really is,” JJ replied, he turned to look at (M/N) and smiled at the (E/C) boy. Everything was calm and peaceful until they heard the sound of a boat getting close and people talking.

“Well find my iPhone is wrong because theres no way JJ is here,” JJ knew that voice and mentally cursed, the voice belonged to John B. He quickly pulled his phone from his pocket, using the hand that wasn’t linked with (M/N)’s. He had five missed calls from John B, six from Kiara, and countless missed message from Pope.

“JJ?” He heard someone exclaimed. He looked to his right and saw the HMS Pouge and all of his friends. A flashlight shined on him and (M/N) to not only reveal them holding hands but the fact (M/N) was wearing JJ’s hoodie.

“What the fuck?” John B asked. (M/N) and JJ both scrambled to stand up.

“Uh hey guys,” JJ smiled.

“Whats going on JJ?” Kiara asked.

“Nothing,” JJ quickly said.

“That doesn’t look like nothing,” Pope said gesturing to the two of them.

“He was um, helping with fix the druthers,” (M/N) quickly said.

Now everyone’s eyes were on (M/N) who stood there awkwardly, “Really JJ is helping you fix the druthers?” John B asked crossing his arms.

“Mhm,”

“What was broken? Why didn’t your dad call me“ John B asked.

“Because I was in the area,” JJ told John B.

“Well that doesn’t explain, why he’s wearing your hoodie and you two were holding hands,” Kiara spoke.

(M/N) sighed and looked at JJ, “You gotta tell them, were caught,” He told his boyfriend. Who sighed, JJ looked to the white floor of druthers before looking up at his friends.

“Guys this is (M/N) Cameron, my boyfriend,” JJ told them. He locked his and (M/N) hands together. “And if you don’t like him, I really don’t care,” JJ adverted his eyes away from his friends once more.

“You’re dating the prince of the Kooks?” Pope asked.

“My worst enemies brother?” Kiara added.

“Yeah,” JJ replied.

“Good for you dude,” John B said.

“You better get me dirt on Sarah, (M/N),” Kiara told him.

(M/N) smiled, “Will do!” he replied with a salute, causing Kiara to laugh.

“You mean you guys don’t care?” JJ asked.

“No, if it was any other Cameron like Sarah or Rafe maybe but no (M/N) chill,” Pope replied.

“Good, good. Now why did you guys need me?” JJ asked.

“Were gonna go TP toppers house, wanna come?” John B asked.

JJ looked from his friends too (M/N), “Nah, i’m stay here. Next time though,” JJ told them.

“Okay, well goodbye lovebirds,” John B shouted, as he started to drive the boat away.

“Yeah, bye lovebird, use protection!” Kiara quickly added.

JJ rolled his eyes, “Fuck you!” he shouted.

“What can’t hear you,” Kiara replied as he gestured to her ear.

“Well that went better then expected,” (M/N) smiled.

“Yeah, it did,” JJ replied.

[cxsmiclore]

outer banks is officially open for requests!

i'm so excited to be officially writing for this fandom and currently accepting requests for: john b, jj maybank, kiara carrera, pope heyward, sarah cameron + rafe cameron.

if anyone has any ideas for these characters please feel free to send them in! if you ever need help coming up with ideas you can always read my rules and see what tropes and topics I write for (and to see what I don’t write). i can’t wait to see your requests!

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[untilwedont]

jj maybank x male reader where jj wakes the reader up with kisses and its just a whole bunch of fluff <3 i havent seen much jj maybank x male reader love

Morning Kisses

Pairings: JJ Maybank x Male!Reader

Summary: JJ wakes reader up with morning kisses.

Warnings: None

Mwuah

You felt a small kiss on your cheek.

Mwuah, mwuah

Then another on your forehead, and then another on your nose.

Mwuah

This time the kiss was on your lips, smiling into the kiss. He pulled away and you opened your eyes, the sun beaming into the room. "Goodmorning handsome." JJ said, resting his head on his hand. A goofy grin on his face. "Mm, hi JJ" You said, pulling him into another kiss. "How did the most handsomest boy in the world sleep?"

"Slept like a baby. How did you sleep?" Grinning at the blonde boy in front of you. "I slept amazing knowing you were sleeping next to me." JJ went in for another kiss but you placed your hand on his mouth. "I have to brush my teeth first. Morning breath." JJ slightly pout, "But you kissed me like 2 times thoughhhh." He said dragging the 'H'.

"That was because I was still out of it." He tried to go in for a quick kiss on the lips, but you were quick enough to dodge it. He pouted louder then before, "I'll be right back. Then you can kiss me." You got out of bed, heading to the bathroom.

As you were rinsing out your mouth, you heard JJ yell out, "BABEee, ARE YOU DONE YET???" You chuckled to yourself a little bit. You didn't respond, instead you just walked bad to your shared bedroom. "Finally babe, took you long enough." You laughed at his dramatic response, "I took like.. 5 minutes." You said getting back into bed. "5 minutes is too long." He smiled before kissing you, this kiss being longer then the other ones.

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[yourmomxx]

[prom date]

jj maybank x male!reader

words: 0,6k

Didn't they tell us, don′t rush into things?

Didn't you flash your green eyes at me?

Didn′t you calm my fears with a Cheshire cat smile?

—

Purple-blue and pink light swept across the hall. Huge snowflakes and strips of silver tinsel hung from the ceiling, giving no indication that the dance floor was a converted gym.

You had smiled as you had entered the room. JJ had only felt nervousness when he had squeezed your hand.

The initial confidence he had felt when you had picked him up from his home in your car had quickly evaporated.

You only had to glance at JJ as he approached you in the black suit he was wearing, to add to your enthusiasm for the evening. The two of you stood close together, amidst other dancing couples and you could smell JJ’s perfume.

JJ's hands were on your shoulders and yours were placed on JJ’s hips. JJ was nervous. Was that right? Was that how you dance with a boy? Was this comfortable for you, or should he take a step further away from you?

You only had eyes for JJ. As you swayed to the slow song, your gaze rested on the blonde hair, styled in soft waves today. They looked so soft and you had to resist running his fingers through them all evening. JJ’s eyes looked different in the dim light depending on the color of the headlight hitting them—pink, purple, dark blue. But you didn't need headlights to know that his eyes were that piercing light blue you loved so much, that only reflected in the waves beneath your surfboard. Maybe that's why you’d been so smitten with them from the start.

JJ’s eyes darted nervously over the people standing around you. Other couples swaying to the song, entwined tightly, but none of them were like... you two.

Today JJ had decided to wear a formal suit. You thought he was pretty anyway. You found that JJ had different auras depending on the choice of clothing that he wore. JJ with the tank tops and cargo shorts was a sort of reckless boy from the poor part of the island, who'd found his best friends in teacher's favorite Pope Heyward, climate activist Kiara Carrera and surfer John Booker Routledge. JJ with the black suit and a tie represented the crush of all girls, the heartthrob, the flirt. But as you looked at the blond boy in front of you, hands on his hips and pink-purple-blue light all around you both, all you could see was JJ, your JJ.

JJ felt the nervousness growing in him and instinctively turned his head forward again, where he was immediately caught by your gaze. His boyfriend’s warm eyes looked down at him, and while the lighting around them didn't give him a good view, JJ knew what color they were. Y/E/C like the lush spring days he knew from his childhood. Maybe that's why he always felt so safe in them. JJ noticed his heartbeat slow down and his doubts recede as he looked into your eyes, because wasn’t everything around him meaningless when Y/N Y/L/N was standing in front of him, his Y/N?

"They're staring," JJ whispered hoarsely. You almost didn't hear him. JJ felt you look around, becoming aware of the fixed eyes that were only on you two. But you just shrugged, a faint smile playing on your lips, and JJ wondered how one person could be so brave.

"Yes, because I’m dancing with you. They're jealous.” JJ’s eyes widened at your statement.

"Jealous?" he repeated, dumbfounded.

You nodded. And with a slight smile in your purple eyes, you leaned down to him and whispered, "I know that I would be."

JJ could feel your breath on his skin. Then you bridged the gap between him and you and placed your soft lips on JJ’s in a slow, promising kiss. And the pleasantly warm feeling that spread through the pit of his stomach when he was touched was always worth the staring looks.

—

We found Wonderland

You and I got lost in it

And we pretended it could last forever

- Wonderland by Taylor Swift

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i will write smut, fem reader, gn reader, platonic and romantic relationships

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black swan

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diary of a wimpy kid

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harry potter

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scream

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shameless

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Midnight Beach

Part 21/END

Request: Yes or No

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"You're not Indiana fucking Jones, (Y/N)."

"What is with you and Indiana Jones?" 

"Why are you going to South America? Like- Jesus, okay, what if El Dorado is real? What are you going to do about the amount of people who are going to come running for a taste of gold? The people who'll come after you for even having a piece of the real deal? What about this Singh guy? He's dangerous, you said so yourself!" The redhead sputtered, waving her arms around animatedly as he packed some things into his backpack. A simple change of clothes, underwear, deodorant, a hydro flask, his phone charger. He'd seen what Liv packed before her trips out to visit her aunt and go hiking but the experience of trekking through a jungle? Kildare wasn't exactly known for its jungles. 

"At least we'll have an adult. Better than last time when it was just us on an island." He replied and swept his gaze over his room, searching for anything else he'd need. It almost felt like some sort of fever dream; clearing the air with Sarah and John B, hanging out with the Pogues on the Cut, preparing to go to a whole other continent. Christ, he'd only ever left Kildare a handful of times. Poguelandia had been a way to survive and Barbados an unavoidable accident. Now there he was, packing up to visit South America in search of someone who probably didn't even care for his existence. Completely and utterly avoidable.

"The adult is the one in trouble!" Liv nearly shrieked at him and slumped back on his bed. "You've finally lost it, (Y/N). You're flying out to South America on a presumed dead man's plane to save a deadbeat from some rich dude. Do you realize how crazy that sounds? How stupid? This is dumb. This is like... Topper Thornton level of stupidity. I hope you know that."

"I know how it sounds, Liv, but- I.." He sighed and finally turned to face the redhead. He pressed his leg against the edge of the bed and reached out to delicately comb his fingers through her vibrant locks. She puffed out her cheeks, a sign she'd be giving in soon, and stubbornly jerked her head in the other direction. "The Pogues have always been about adventures. This will be like... a farewell thing. We wrap this whole Royal Merchant and El Dorado thing up and I leave the Pogues to keep on treasure hunting or whatever it is they'll do after Big John's back home. John B's the biggest idiot I know. But even he deserves to have his father with him."

"And what about your parents?" 

"I told them that the Pogues and I were going on a little trip to process what happened to us. It's not my fault they didn't ask where we're going." A grin slipped when Liv snorted and rolled her eyes. The redhead took a deep breath and pushed herself up, brushing aside strands of hair and reaching forward to wrap her arms around him. (Y/N) cradled her head against his stomach and kissed the top of her head.

"I'll stay safe, Liv. I promise."

"You better. I don't feel like going to South America to rescue your ass."

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Parking the jeep alongside Pope's dirt bike and getting out, (Y/N) nearly stumbled back against his jeep when JJ practically leaped into his arms followed by Pope and Cleo. (Y/N) laughed and did his best to embrace them in return, feeling JJ's hand ruffle the top of his head playfully. "You're late, man! Thought you chickened out on us."

"Not yet." He chuckled, nearly missing the wince from Sarah. He tried not to think about how the others would react to the news, especially after everything they'd been through. Rafe, Coastal Venture, Poguelandia, Barbados, and now... South America. He'd joined their little crew of misfits to help out his ex-girlfriend and now there he stood, waiting to hop on a plane to help her new on-and-off boyfriend. Fate truly had a twisted sense of humor. 

"Hey, uh, where's Kie?" Pope asked and (Y/N) shifted to look over at the entrance of the tarmac. No sign of an Uber or Lyft or even one of the Carrera's cars. He frowned, thinking of her parents and how desperate they were to keep Kiara home and safe after their return. They'd always been so protective of her. 

"It's gotta be her parents, dude. They've been up her ass." Sarah sighed, brushing her hair out of her face. 

"They must've said she couldn't come." Pope sucked his teeth. "We're going to have to do this without her, then." 

"No," JJ shook his head, adjusting the backpack strap digging into his shoulder and turning toward John B with his hand outstretched. John B immediately began shaking his head. "Gimmie the keys, man. Her parents already hate me, alright? Just.. give me an hour. It'll be like a black ops mission, in and out. Surgical removal type shit, alright? Plus... I kind of owe her."

"Oh?" John B's head snapped up and a twinkle appeared in his eyes, his fist digging around in his pocket to pull out the keys to the Twinkie. "You owe her, huh? Alright, you totally owe her. I appreciate the honesty." 

"Give me an hour, alright, ya'll?" JJ snatched the keys out of his hand and sprinted toward the Twinkie, tossing the backpack through the open window before leaping in afterward, his body awkwardly landing halfway in while John B and Pope groaned. (Y/N) snorted, watching him wiggle his whole body through the window and climb into the driver's seat.

"Feather the throttle!" John B shouted after him and the Twinkie's wheels squealed loudly against the road. They watched him drive off toward the entrance to save his... 'friend.' His very good 'friend.' Totally not his crush or anything like that. 

A hand came to rest on his shoulder and he looked back to catch Sarah's eye. She smiled at him, tired and nervous, and her fingers dug lightly into his shoulder. Sarah looked back toward the road where the Twinkie disappeared behind some trees and swallowed, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip. "Do you think he'll convince them to let her go?"

"Probably not." (Y/N) murmured. "I can't say I blame them either. I wouldn't want my daughter hanging out with people she keeps going missing with."

"I never really thought about it like that." Sarah dropped her hand and wrapped her arms around herself, the gentle breeze tousling around some of her hair. There was a heavy silence between them and despite the many discussions they had, it held an air of words yet to be spoken. Their history could never be unwritten, only forgotten over time as they entered adulthood. They'd eventually find their place in the world, their proper place, and begin a life without the other. It seemed fair to (Y/N). It was life. He'd come to accept it. Sarah Cameron had taken up much of his world in recent times, but like everything else, she'd eventually become a faint memory of his life in Figure Eight. A girl he loved and lost. An old friend. Someone he recalled both fondly and bitterly. 

"I'll keep in touch, by the way." A lie or the truth? He couldn't quite tell. Did he want to stay in communication with them, with her? It'd be a risk. They'd eventually stumble into a new adventure, something new to discover and unveil that'd prompt them to reach out, whether to experience it with him or ask him for something.

"You could attend Chapel Hill, you know." She said softly. "It's close to home, close to us but not on the island."

"That's not happening, Sarah. I want to get away from here, from Figure Eight and Kildare. I've been here long enough. I don't want to regret not doing what I always wanted. I don't want to be like some of the miserable men here who only get genuine happiness when they go on business trips away from their families. The women here either love their lives or drown themselves in wine while the men inhale coke like its air and are barely ever home. It's a nightmare living here, Sarah. You see it, I see it. The Carrera's are one of the few that seem happy together and they had to prove themselves to even be accepted as Kooks. It's... hell." 

"Not everything's so bad. There was... us and- and Topper and-"

"Things that are over, Sarah. Topper definitely won't be talking to us for a while and you and I... " (Y/N) inhaled deeply through his nose and released it in a heavy sigh. "You and I are done. For now or for good, I don't really know. If things change in the future... if we change in the future... maybe we'll find each other again. But I'm done with bullshit love triangles and John B." 

"I know. I just-"

"Eight hours?! JJ, don't have eight hours! We've got a jet here. We're all waiting!" The two of them turned at the sound of John B's voice, spotting him speaking into the phone with a look of frustration. He blinked and shook his head rapidly, stammering and stumbling over his words before pulling the phone away from his ear and sighing. 

"What's going on?" Pope asked as he and Cleo sat down on the steps leading up to the plane. John B rubbed the area between his brows and pinched the bridge of his nose, tucking his phone into his back pocket.

"Kiara got sent to a wilderness camp," He told them. "So, JJ is going to try to rescue her. He says he'll need eight hours-"

"Hours we don't have." Sarah cut in, folding her arms over her chest and walking toward him. "John B-"

"I know, I know. JJ said that if they don't make it in time, we should just go. That- That somehow they'll make it to South America." John B sighed again at the faces everyone made. Kiara locked away in a wilderness camp and JJ on a mission to rescue her. Sounded like an average Tuesday for the Pogues. "Yeah, I know, but it's JJ. He'll figure something out."

"So, what? We just waitin' around now?" Cleo questioned, her eyes flickering between them. "The longer we wait, the farther Singh gets, you know that, right?"

John B ran a hand over his face and nodded. The sky above them began to darken with the setting sun and gray clouds. Time seemed to tick by faster than expected.  "Yeah, yeah, we know, Cleo. But this is Kie and JJ. We can't just leave leave them."

"Guess we're waiting then." Sarah pursed her lips. "Better get comfortable."

Another hour or two passed and night officially fell overhead, leaving them with only the lights along the airstrip. The plane pilot settled comfortably in the cockpit, awaiting instructions while the Pogues paced outside. No sign of JJ or Kiara, no calls, no texts. Dead silence on their end that only made frustration grow. John B continued to stare out toward the entrance, tapping his foot or dialing their numbers in vain. 

"We have to go, John B," Sarah spoke up, pacing along the steps with her hands firmly on her hips. "We don't have eight hours. We can't wait around any longer, alright?" 

"I'll try to call him again, okay?" As John B reached into his pocket and wiggled out his phone, the sound of a dirt bike grew closer and two dark figures on a bike appeared from the darkness of the airstrip. Everyone's attention immediately snapped toward it and Cleo groaned in relief. The scold on the tip of Pope's tongue halted and they all froze as the driver tossed their helmet off with their bloodied hands. (Y/N) felt his blood turn cold. 

Hands left his sides and lifted to his face. Rafe roughly grabbed his throat, fingers digging into (Y/N)'s skin. A soft whimper left him and he pressed his hands against Rafe's chest, attempting to push back the blonde. "I need you to listen to me very carefully." He spotted Rafe's pupils in the light. He was high. "I need to get rid of John B. He came back to hurt my family and Sarah's helpin' him. I don't want to hurt her. She's my sister. But I can't let John B walk free. You know that, (Y/N). I'll let you come with me in case things get outta hand... But don't get in the way." 

Taking in a sharp breath when Rafe released him, (Y/N) gingerly touched his sore throat. Rafe reached around the back of his waistband and took out a revolver, letting (Y/N) soak it in for a moment before tucking it back into its hiding spot. A coldness washed over him, making every hair on his body stand straight. Rafe ran a hand over his face and sniffled lightly, rubbing his nose and slapping a hand over (Y/N)'s back. He casually tossed the door open and stepped out.

"Come on, Barry's waiting."

He felt the phantom touch of fingers digging into his skin, hands coiling around his throat in an iron grip that left him momentarily breathless. Only the pained groan and Rafe's hurried movements broke him out of his brief trance, the withering and panting body on the back of the bike finally registering. Ward toppled over, bringing the bike along with him as he fell onto the concrete, revealing the large bloody circle on his shirt. Fucking Camerons.

"You're okay, Dad. You're okay, you're okay." Rafe breathlessly repeated as he reached down to bring Ward back up onto his feet. He finally knocked the helmet off Ward's head, revealing his pained face. Sarah staggered backward, staring wide-eyed at her father's bleeding form. Rafe turned to them, chest heaving. "Don't just stand there! I need some help! Come on, help me! (Y/N)! Please, Sarah."

Short, rapid breaths escaped Sarah's mouth and she hurried forward despite her previous hesitance. "What happened?!" She asked, pulling one of Ward's arms over her shoulder, helping her father wobble closer and closer to the plane. 

"A fisherman spotted him, alright? They know he's alive. We gotta get him off the island right now." Rafe explained, tightly clutching his father's shirt and helping him inside the rest of the way. Sarah brought her hands to her forehead and moved away from the stairs, mumbling curses under her breath as she began to pace before bolting inside to check on them.

"Hell no. We are not getting on the plane with him. Hell no!" Pope shook his head as he cursed and turned toward John B. The brunette remained silent, eyes staring at the dots of red littering the ground and leading up to the plane.

(Y/N) rubbed his throat and turned around to face them, inhaling softly. Rafe looked different. Still had that deranged look in his eye but he'd buzzed his hair, ridding himself of the boyish blonde waves. The blood on his hands... a look that fitted him. A coked-up, daddy's boy who'd do anything for his approval, even if it meant staining his hands. 

"He wasn't supposed to come," Sarah said breathlessly, heading down the steps and coming to a stop beside John B. "He stays on the island, he gets arrested."

"No, no, Sarah. I don't think you understand. I don't know if I can get on a plane with that guy-"

"Just listen, John B. This is his plane. I can't stop him from leaving. But he will still give us a ride to Orinoco, so if you don't wanna get on the plane, I get it. We'll find another way!"

John B swallowed, staring down at her as his lips pressed together. "There's no other way." He muttered, turning his head to look at Pope and Cleo. He took in a deep breath. "Let's go. Let's get on the plane."

"With them?" Pope stared at him, completely bewildered, and features slightly hardened with bitterness. With Rafe? (Y/N) grimaced. He'd be fine with just Ward, even if the man appeared half-dead with his groaning. At John B's nod, Pope sighed and turned around, preparing to head into the plane when Rafe stepped out. The two stopped and stared at each other, jaws clenching and muscles tensing. The air filled heavy with tension and unfinished business.

Rafe moved first, heading down the steps and brushing past the glaring boy. Cleo placed a hand on Pope's back, urging him inside and blocking his way until Pope finally headed up into the plane. (Y/N) took in a breath and walked forward, only taking a couple steps toward the plane before sweaty lean arms wrapped around his shoulders. He froze in Rafe's embrace, feeling those bloodied hands curl around the back of his shirt. "Keep an eye on him,' He whispered. "Please."

"He'll be fine." (Y/N) murmured breathlessly, and pulled himself free of the embrace to cut the distance between him and the stairs. He headed up them, hearing Rafe say the same sentiment to Sarah as she followed after him. 

Inside the plane, Ward took up two seats near the front with his injury properly bandaged. He winced and groaned every few seconds, his face dripping with sweat. He seemed stable enough. Pope and Cleo sat far from him, side by side with Cleo quietly speaking to a fuming Pope. Sarah collapsed on one of the seats across from Ward with a first aid kit in her hands. John B sat a few seats down, looking weirdly calm about the whole situation. (Y/N) pursed his lips.

It was going to be a long ride to South America.

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"It's the Wild West out here," Cleo murmured as they stepped off the plane. The airstrip contained multiple people in military gear, some held guns or leashes clipped to attack dogs. Different country, different laws, different treatment. (Y/N) only prayed they'd at least manage to stay on the right end of a gun, far from the barrel or bullets. 

"Sarah!" Ward called out, limping down the stairs and holding onto the railings. "I'm coming."

Sarah whipped around to face him, a scoff escaping her. "No, you're not. You got us here like you said you would. Now go on to Guadeloupe. You need to see a doctor!"

"You're way in over your head. I can help, let me help. Please-"

"No!" Sarah shouted, cutting him off sharply. "Get back in the plane. You promised you weren't a part of this." 

Ward fell silent, his eyes trailing over each of them. He pressed his lips together tightly and nodded. "Okay." He sighed, turning around and wobbling back into the plane. Sarah turned away and ran a frustrated hand over her face, nodding for them to continue off the airstrip with a solemn look on her face. 

Getting a taxi and heading further into Tres Rocas, they listened to the sound of fireworks and firecrackers as people roamed the decorated streets. Lively music played from different buildings and children raced up and down the streets, clutching flags and other things in their hands. Things seemed better, more friendlier than the dreary, heavily watched airport. 

"Looks like a local holiday," Cleo mused, stepping out of the taxi and observing her surroundings. (Y/N) watched a firework shoot up into the air and hummed quietly before turning to face the others when the taxi drove away, leaving them in the middle of the crowded street. 

"So, we have to assume that Singh's already gone upriver, alright? We're looking for a guy named Jose. He's gonna take us to the dig site. I, uh... I do not have a last name."

"I hate to break it to you, John B," (Y/N) began. "You're in a Latin country. Half the dudes here are going to be named Jose and most of them will be likely working some sort of job regarding the river since, you know, this is a river town."

"(Y/N)'s right. It'll be like findin' a teardrop in the ocean." Cleo rubbed her forehead as she spoke, a tired look passing over her face. "We'd have better luck tryin' to find Singh."

"Well, I'm assuming river guides probably hang out by the river?" Sarah attempted halfheartedly.

"Yeah, and if they're anything like the guys at OBX, they're probably getting drunk on a holiday." 

Sarah hummed thoughtfully and placed her hands on her hips, a hopeful grin appearing on her face. "Let's start with the bars, then. Divide and conquer, ya'll."

And with that, the group split up and spread out around town. (Y/N) put his basic Spanish lessons from school to use, hitting up any place that looked like it sold beer and asking around for Jose the river guide. Many of the locals waved him off or shook their heads, unable to answer any of his questions with useful information. Regardless, he thanked them and went on his way until he met up with Pope and Cleo again near the center of the town, the looks on their faces telling him they'd have similar luck. 

The sound of tires squealing caught their attention and they spotted a jeep driving down the road, heading straight for them. "Run." Pope breathed and without needing to be told twice, the three of them took off running down the street. The jeep honked repeatedly, the sound of it growing closer and closer as they ducked down different streets trying to lose it. 

"Como estas, amigos?" A familiar face stuck their head out a windowless bus, speaking in barely understandable Spanish and with a hude dumb grin on his face. Fucking JJ and Kiara. Go figure. He laughed gleefully but the look quickly vanished at the realization that they were being chased. 

"Already?! We just got here!" Kiara groaned, hurrying off the bus with JJ. "What's happening?"

"Singh's men are after us. We gotta think of a plan." Pope explained breathlessly, bracing his hands on his knees and attempting to calm his racing heart by taking deep breaths.

"Let's hijack the bus!"

"This bus?" Kiara scoffed at JJ's proposal, motioning wildly to the old rickety bus they'd taken. "It only goes ten miles an hour!"

"They're coming now, guys! Hide in the fruit stands, come on!" Cleo ushered them further down an alleyway where rows of stalls stood. They ducked and weaved around the bustling people until they found an unoccupied stand to hide behind. (Y/N) could feel droplets of sweat roll down his cheeks, his eyes locked on the rifles the two men carried around as they asked and checked the bus. The two eventually headed back to their jeep and took off down the road.

"Welcome to South America," Cleo said, tossing her arms up.

"They're foreigners, Cleo." (Y/N) murmured, catching his breath and running the back of his hand over his forehead. "The locals haven't done anything. They don't owe us any help either."

"So..." Kiara trailed off, her chest heaving with deep breaths. "What's the plan?"

JJ swallowed, his eyes flickering over the stands and locals bustling around before his lips twisted up. He looked back at Kiara, studying her face for a moment before looking back toward them. "Barracuda Mike gave us the ride here. We could... ask him?" He proposed, wincing at the deadpan look Pope gave him. "He's our only shot, man!"

"Fantastic..." Pope sighed heavily. "Barracuda Mike it is."

Barracuda Mike, as it turned out, was a smuggler who primarily dealt with smuggling drugs and other similar things out of North Carolina via his cargo plane. And, he seemed surprisingly understanding when the group returned to him asking for help, claiming to have a boat set up at the river. He led them to it, even offering over a mag of machetes for them to use as weapons as he led them through a short trek in the jungle and to a boat perched on the water.

"I'm addin' the cost of this rig to what you already owe me. I don't expect to see it again, anyway. I asked around at the landin' today. Your buds did leave this mornin', but I was able to get directions to El Tesoro. Pretty loose since only Jose knows the real way, but it'll get you in the right zip code." Barracuda Mike explained, handing over a piece of paper with directions written on it and nodding for them to climb into the boat. 

Turning to look at him, Pope offered a small smile. "Thanks." 

"Don't thank me." Barracuda Mike brushed him off with a dry chuckle and wave of his hand. "Start prayin'." Ah, that made his willingness to help more understandable. He wanted them out of his hair as quickly as possible. "

With a couple of strained grunts, Barracuda Mike pushed the boat further into the water and lifted his hand to wave at them as the boat began floating downstream. JJ got the motor started and their speed increased, releasing a soft hum that mixed with the distant singing birds, chirping insects, and even the occasional hoot of a monkey. The five of them settled comfortably on the boat, filling the silence with chatter. (Y/N) spent his time gazing into the murky, brown river water until night fell and they took turns steering the boat to get some rest.

By the early morning, the sound of another boat heading down the river prompted JJ to wake everybody up and steer the boat closer to the bank where it'd be hidden by foliage and low-hanging leaves. They ducked down and waited, watching as a boat filled with Singh's men passed by, armed and going rather fast.

"They're not lookin' for us." Cleo mused. "They're movin' too quick."

"They're looking for John B and Sarah." JJ realized quietly, darting up from his spot and starting the motor back up. "They gotta know where they're headed. We need to go. They're gonna need us!"

The boat quickly resumed its journey down the rivers, speed fast enough to keep up with Singh but slow enough not to draw their attention. (Y/N) watched the boat drift in and out of view, disappearing over the horizon until JJ sped back up. His gaze moved over to the bag of machetes resting on the floor of the boat. Weapons, Barracuda Mike had called them. Weapons meant to help them against armed and trained men with guns. Maybe he should've listened to Liz, after all. 

Early the next morning they encountered a small docking area by the riverbank. Kiara studied the paper Barracuda Mike had given them, her head lifting every so often to look at the village before she nodded to herself. "Guys, I think this is El Tesoro. The trailhead to the mountain is supposed to start here." She told them.

"Oh, shit," JJ whispered, motioning ahead to two of Singh's men lingering on the docks. "What are we gonna do? We gotta get past them somehow."

Pope's lips pursed and he slipped his backpack off his shoulders, setting it down on his lap and rummaging through the contents before pausing and looking up at them. "I... may have an idea."

"This is so stupid." (Y/N) whispered, peeking over the windowsill of the old, abandoned shack that had the perfect view of the men. One of them dozed off on a boat while the other fiddled around with different things, seemingly bored of waiting around. "If one of you gets shot-"

"It'll be fine, (Y/N)." Kiara assured him, ensuring the note she'd tied to the end of the fish hook wouldn't fall before she tossed the line out. It landed in the boat the napping man lied in and he startled, sitting up with squinted eyes and looking around until he noticed the note. "Get ready, ya'll.... and.... now, JJ!"

The blonde lit a firecracker and tossed it into the air, far enough that it hit the side of boat and exploded in the water. The man scrambled up and grabbed his rifle, his head on a swivel as his partner ducked down. Another firecracker landed and exploded nearby, prompting the man to start shooting blindly and forcing them to duck down to avoid being seen or hit. 

"Return fire, Pope! Return fire!" JJ shouted and Pope quickly lit another firecracker, tossing it over the roof of the shack. 

When that one exploded, they heard the man shouting at his partner to get in the boat. The boat quickly sped off with the two men on it and the group sent them off with one last firecracker. Once they disappeared down the river, (Y/N) stood up and shook his head, rolling his eyes at JJ and Pope's celebratory handshake.

"Hey, hey," Cleo called, stepping out of the shack and sucking her teeth. "No time for celebrating. We didn't do nothing yet."

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"You know," (Y/N) exhaled breathlessly, sweat dripping profusely from his skin from both the humidity and trek up the mountain. Kiara answered with a soft groan, clutching her side as she leaned against a tree and turned back to look at him. Pope and Cleo had long gone ahead of them, clearing a way with two machetes as if they were used to hiking through jungles. "I'm glad this little last adventure... with you all has been... interesting, to say the least."

"Last?" JJ repeated, quickly as breathless. His blonde strands stuck to his forehead and temples, soaked as if he'd taken a plunge in the river. "What- What do you mean, last?"

"Yeah, I mean-" Kiara took a deep gulp of air and swatted away a buzzing insect. "-I'm sure there'll be other adventures."

"Yeah, for you guys." (Y/N) stood up straighter and rolled back his shoulder, wincing when his back ached. His legs were in no better condition, aching and weeping for rest. JJ and Kiara stared at him, their brows knitting together. "I- I... Jesus, I hate hiking. I'm never doing this again."

"Ditto." Kiara laughed and turned her back to him, using the trunk she'd been leaning against to help her move over a fallen log. "But, what do you mean? We're Pogues. All of us. Even Cleo and you. We're... We're a family... one that should never go hiking again."

"Remember that night when Sarah told us about the plane?" You asked, waiting for JJ to step over the log and sighing quietly when the blonde tripped and nearly fell. He recovered quickly, shooting them both an innocent grin as he wiped moist dirt off his hand. (Y/N) cautiously stepped over the log, keeping in mind the root that'd nearly taken out JJ and glancing up at them as they continued the trek.

"Yeah, you and JB cleared the air, right?" JJ glanced over his shoulder at him. 

"Yeah, sorta, I guess. But, uhm... I told them that I'd-" 

"Woah, guys, look at this view!" Kiara suddenly called out with a giddy laugh, the path leading out to an open area where they could overlook the thick jungle and the mountains ahead. (Y/N) noticed Pope and Cleo breaking away from each other quickly and hummed quietly, a smile pulling at the edges of his lips. Kiara and JJ, Pope and Cleo... Sarah and John B. They all had each other, in some way or another. 

"What were you saying, (Y/N)?" JJ turned to look at him, causing the others to turn as well. 

"Oh, uhm..." (Y/N) trailed off and sighed, looking out toward the gorgeous view before him. A thick green jungle as far as the eye could see, giant mountains that reached toward the skies, the beautiful song of the jungle sounding through the air. Beautiful, but everything that'd led him up to that moment hadn't truly been worth the view. "I'm leaving the OBX. For good. I'm- I'm going to get my diploma and apply to colleges away from here."

"What?" The resounding response to his revelation. 

"I know, I know... Poguelandia, I know. I deserve more than being the thirdwheel or the ex being dragged along, guys. As much as ya'll hate to admit it, I'm a Kook. I care about each of you, even John B... sometimes. You'll always be family. And sometimes, families have to separate to live their lives to the fullest, right? I want a degree, a proper job, and a safe life. It's boring but it'll be comfortable." The Pogues remained largely quiet, mixed expressions on their faces and different emotions flashing but in the end, they all settled on bittersweet smiles and nods. "And I promise to send wedding invitations, if I ever get engaged."

"You better!" JJ laughed, lurching forward to swing his arms around his shoulders and hold him tightly. "You better, you bastard. I expect to be a groomsman, you hear?"

"And you better keep in touch, too." Kiara piped in.

"And visit when you can, alright?" Pope added and Cleo agreed with a nod. 

"I will, I will." (Y/N) chuckled, running his hand over JJ's back before the two pulled away. "Now, let's go find those two idiots."

They headed down the mountain after Pope pointed out a manmade trail heading down and further into the jungle. JJ took the lead with Kiara, using machetes to cut down any thick grass, exposed roots, or fallen wood. They walked with idle chatter until a loud, distant yet not far explosion sounded through the air, startling the animals and causing birds in a nearby tree to shoot up into the air in a panic. They fell silent and exchanged wide-eyed glances before a silent, mutual agreement passed over them and they broke out into a sprint in the direction of the explosion.

"Careful!" Pope called when Kiara tripped over a root but brushed him off with a wave and stood back up to hurry after JJ. 

They continued through the path until they heard the familiar sound of Ward's voice, followed by Big John and Sarah. Immediately ducking down, they carefully made their way up the steep path and peeked over, spotting Ward holding Big John, Sarah, and John B at gunpoint while speaking quietly to them.

"What are we gonna do?" Pope questioned quietly.

"Is this ride or die?" JJ asked quietly, his hand curling around the machete sheathed away. The others mimicked his movements, freeing their machetes from their sheaths and holding tightly onto them. JJ glanced back at them and grinned. "P4L."

The group charged forward with battle cries, pulling Ward's attention away from the three and onto them. He swung his gun around frantically as the group shouted at him, demanding he put his gun down. Ward panted, his eyes wide and arm swinging around, continuously switching who he pointed the gun at in a desperate attempt to spook them into staying back.

"You can't shoot just one of us." (Y/N) exhaled, grinding his teeth when Ward looked back at him with softened features. 

"If you have to shoot somebody, Ward, shoot me." Big John told him through labored breaths, his bloodied hands pressed against his side. Shit. Ward spun on his heel to face him but John B stepped in his way, staring him right in the eye and arching a brow.

"Or me." He said softly, watching Ward's features harden and the trembling of his hand grow. He curled his lip and took a deep breath, attempting to steady his arm but then Sarah stepped in front of John B, her eyes shiny with tears but her features showcasing her utter exhaustion. 

"Stop." She whispered, swallowing as a tear slid down her cheek and she stepped forward, pressing the barrel to her chest and staring at her father. "Enough."

"Don't-"

"You're not gonna kill all of us. I know you won't. I know you." Sarah's lips began to tremble and she shakily exhaled. "You forget that I know you."

Her words seemed to have an effect on Ward, his own eyes flooding with tears and face scrunching up as his shoulders began shaking. Sarah placed her hand over his, pushing it down and pulling the gun from his weakened grip. "I couldn't." Ward gasped, tears running freely down his face. His palm came to rest on Sarah's cheek and he weakly smiled. "I couldn't do it."

"Yeah? Well, I can." A new voice called followed by the sound of a gun cocking. One of Singh's men stumbled out of the jungle, his gun raised and pointed at them before dropping down to Big John when John B pointed his own gun at him. "Toss it!"

"Take it easy, bud." Big John spoke weakly. "Your boss is dead. You got no reason to do this."

"I can think of a few reasons." The man sneered at Big John, his eyes jumping back to John B. "Toss it!" He demanded sharply and John B lifted his hands, letting the gun slip from his grasp. The man slinked forward, keeping his gun trained on them. "Thought you'd end up with the gold, eh? Alright, nobody move. My mate back there is dead. Because of you. You..." He pointed his gun at Sarah. "Can go first."

Exchanging one last somber look with his daughter, Ward charged forward, taking multiple shots to his body but refusing to relent until he tackled the man and took them both tumbling down the cliff nearby. Sarah staggered forward, short gasps escaping her that turned into quiet sobs. (Y/N) moved first, snapping the others out of their shock, and walked toward the cliff's edge. He spotted the two lifeless bodies at the bottom and grimaced, closing his eyes tightly and listening to Sarah's sobs grow louder. 

"Big John? Hey, Big John?" Pope's panicked voice made him open his eyes and he turned his head, noticing Big John's head lolling off to the side. (Y/N)'s arms reached out, pulling Sarah against him, and nodded to John B. The brunette shot him a thankful look before rushing over to his father, speaking hurriedly to him and slinging on of his arms over his shoulder. 

"Come on, we gotta get you out of here, Dad." John B told him, waiting for Pope to get his other arm before they began heading back down the trail as quickly as possible. 

"We'll let them know when we get back that his body's here, alright?" (Y/N) took Sarah by the shoulders, squeezing them lightly. She sniffled, another sob wrecking her body but she managed to nod weakly, one arm sliding around his waist to use him as support. "You'll be okay, Sarah. We'll all be okay."

They took turns helping Big John, the weight of a tall grown man weakening them after some time. They managed to reach the deserted dock, getting to their boat, and laying him down. (Y/N) got the motor started, steering them up the river as the Pogues tried giving Big John reassurances through their tears. He remained by the motor, watching them slowly come to terms with Big John's fate. His breathing had long become labored, his body too exhausted to fight through the pain. 

With a trembling hand, Big John took his son's hand. "We did it together, my boy. Just... just like we drew it up. Hey, hey, Bird... it's okay." He weakly smiled up at him, rubbing his thumb over John B's hand. "I know... that I wasn't any great shakes as a father... but you... you were the best son any man could hope for. I want you to know that..."

"Tell me when we get home, Dad, okay?" John B sniffled, reaching into his bag to pull out the block of gold they'd been able to get from El Dorado before exploding the entrance alongside Singh. He set the block on Big John's chest for him to look at, a pained, bittersweet smile on his face. "We did it. We did it, Dad."

Big John's eyes fluttered closed, his breathing growing weaker and shorter. John B's lips rolled into his mouth, the tears dripping down his cheeks and quiet sobs escaping him. "I'll see you... I'll see you at home, kid..." Big John told him, before his chest ceased rising and John B hugged him tightly.

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"Is this all of it?" 

(Y/N) tore his attention away from his startling empty room to look over at Liz. He'd taken down most of his pictures, even those of him and Sarah, and packed them away in a box. He'd already chosen which ones he felt like keeping and which ones he felt fine with parting. His closet remained partly empty, a couple clothes kept in there just in case, but his essentials and anything sentimental had been packed away and in the back of his jeep. 

"Yeah," (Y/N) nodded, pushing his hands into the pockets of his jacket and nodding to himself. "We're good to go, I guess." 

"Good, 'cause I have a flight to catch." Liv walked forward, wrapping her arms around him before planting a kiss on his cheek. She scanned the room and hummed quietly, turning around and making her way to the door. "I'll be waiting for you on campus, alright? I already spoke to your future roomie-"

"Liv." (Y/N) groaned. 

"And I have to say, he's pretty cute. I think you'll have fun together." Liv winked, her mischievous giggles echoing down the hall. 

Rolling his eyes and quietly muttering to himself, (Y/N) took one last survey of his childhood bedroom. He'd miss it, even with all the lonesome memories it held. He walked toward the door and stepped outside, gently shutting it and making his way down the hall. His eyes took in every inch of the hall, gaze lingering on the rare family photos still hung up despite his parent's pending divorce. Things were better that way. They'd go their own way, find their own happiness. Communication with them had improved, at least. No more ignored calls.

"Goodbye, home sweet home." He whispered to himself, striding down the stairs and picking up his keys. 

(Y/N) stepped outside and shut the door with a soft thud, locking it and double-checking it locked. He inhaled deeply and stepped off the porch, waving to Liv's car when it sped down the road. Topper waited at the end of the driveway, attempting to look as casual as possible while leaning against his truck. 

"What's up, Top?"

"Came to see you off, is all," Topper responded with a shrug, pushing himself off the truck and walking up the driveway toward him. He stood in front of him, twisting his lips up a bit before throwing his arms around him in a tight hug. (Y/N) stumbled backward and chuckled, wrapping his arms around him. "I'm still mad at you.... but I'll miss you."

"Yeah, yeah, don't get into trouble, alright?" (Y/N) leaned back, ruffling up his pristine blonde locks and laughing when Topper huffed. "Keep an eye on Sarah, will you? But be nice about it." 

"She's a big girl," Topper muttered, crossing his arms over his chest. "I will. Just for you, though."

"Uh-huh." (Y/N) climbed into his jeep and turned the engine on, feeling it come to life beneath him. He took another look at the boy and smiled, closing the door and resting his arm on top of it. "I'll be seeing you in a couple months, anyway. Got that big thing with the mayor, remember? Something about the treasure."

"Don't be a stranger, then!" Topper called, watching the car reserve out of the driveway.

With one last wave, (Y/N) drove down the street. He turned the volume of the radio up and absentmindedly listened to the random pop songs that played, his eyes focused on the scenery passing him by. The expensive houses, the snobby neighbors, the shimmering water peeking between the trees, the welcoming town between both worlds, the distant horn of the ferry. He'd miss Kildare but it felt good to finally break away from it. 

The repeated honking of a car caught his attention and he rolled his eyes when the Twinkie drove up beside him with JJ halfway out of the passenger window. Whoops, hollers, and the occasional 'we'll miss you' came from the van and JJ playfully blew him a few kisses before being forced back into his seat by John B. The brunette pushed his hand into the horn a few more times before they turned down a different road. 

"Idiots." (Y/N) whispered with a chuckle and pulled into a gas station, parking his car by one of the bumps and stepping out. He stuck his hand in his back pocket for his wallet and tugged it out, moving around his car and looking up in time to notice Sarah jogging across from the store. 

"Liv told me you were gonna stop for gas here." She revealed with a chuckle, brushing back strands of blonde hair she'd recently recolored. Sarah smiled sweetly, glancing at the stuff stored in the back of his jeep. "The others are gonna pick me up in a second. I... I wanted to say bye to you alone. Well- Somewhat alone."

"All of you are acting as if I'm marching off war." (Y/N) snorted. Sarah laughed sheepishly and shrugged lightly, taking a few steps closer before she leaned up to press their lips together. She leaned back and rested her hands on his shoulders, her smile shifting into a sad one. She sighed shakily and chuckled again. 

"Thank you, for everything... I couldn't have asked for a better boyfriend, ex or not. I'll really miss you and just know that- that I'll always have love for you, (Y/N). Remember that, okay? Promise you'll never forget how much I care about you... how much we all care for you." She told him softly, tilting her head up to gaze into his eyes. "Pogues for life?"

"Pogues for life." He echoed softly, combing his fingers through her hair and pressing his hand against her cheek. Sarah leaned into his touch and closed her eyes.

"I'm... I'm glad you're going for your happily ever after, (Y/N). Even if it's not with us. We'll always be here if you ever need us."

[thewriterg]

𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

pairing(s): jj maybank x gn!reader, pope heyward x gn!reader

summary: You lived for the moments you spent with your boyfriends the parties and the treasure hunting was nice but nothing beat the warm nostalgia of tangled limbs and sweet kisses in the bed bathing in the obx sun

word count: 500+

request: Hi, so some time ago I read your imagine between Pope, JJ and reader and I just thought it was incredible, because most of the time a poly couple is shown, it's two people giving love to one person, yours already showed the love between the three <3 So in that same JJ x Pope x reader dynamic, imagine where they're just in bed, just woken up from an afternoon nap and are simply cuddling in the warmth of the covers. Thank you, bye- @lovers-rockkk

warning(s): fluff, kisses, sweet short domestic, pet names, polyamory themes, and I think like one swear word

A/n: —GIF;— I can not tell you how happy it makes me when someone notices the few extra steps I to take to make my fics better thank you for the appreciation love it made me feel great <3 Also I have a surprise for you guys at the end of this so read all the way through!!!

You felt yourself begin to stir the feeling of the sun engulfing your figure that wasn’t covered by the duvet of your bed gave you a welcoming invite to blink the sleep from your eyes but you were quickly met with admiring brown eyes staring back at you

“Well good morning” You softly smiled voice soft and raspy from sleep as you stared at the rich skinned boy in front of you immediately throwing an arm over his slim waist you often teased him with your compliments it made his face hot and he was often bashful when you said the things you did especially about his toned stomach

“my pretty baby and his little waist”

“men and their slutty waist”

“we’ll look at you” you said while wrapping your around his torso pressing your face against his back

“Morning dove” Popes voice was almost the same as yours, raspy but it was less than normal letting you know he was probably up for a while before you silently moved not wanting to wake up the blonde next to you to straddle the brunettes lap as he watched you with a small smile as the sun kissed you through the blinds

You leaned down on Popes chest your bottom half still resting on his lap as you prepped small fluttering kisses on his neck traveling to his jaw as his warm hands traveled over your hips and lower back

You both stayed like that for a wild sun and love drunk In each others embrace warm and comfortable no worries of the outside world just yet… no gold, no running for your life, no gunshots, no pogues just them.

“Did you save any for me? You guys are mean” JJ groaned out a whine stretching as you both looked over to the blonde who were barely awake looking and searching for affection and you smirked widely while Pope chuckled quietly under you

“Come on Goldie” You couldn’t conceal the smile from your face while the dark skinned boy under you opened his arm out to take the blonde in and JJs ears perked up at the familiar nickname not wasting a second to crash into Popes side as he playfully groaned before kissing his temple

You sprawled out on top of them both with a over exaggerated sigh as the both chuckled before pressing a kiss to the corners of blondes mouth as he lied there in content letting you continue your acts of assault kisses to his face as you did Pope

“I think we should just stay in, hell we can put John B on hold for a day” The pale spoke up breaking the peaceful silence that fell over you all after you had settled and you hummed in agreement while Pope turned to scoop you both up in his arms a sigh that leaving the bed soon was very unlikely

You would forever persevere the love in these moments

💌💌💌💌

So I’ve started a book on Wattpad! It’s called “don’t go chasing waterfalls”

Its about a girl named Bonnie Sonnet and her group of friends follow the conflict and consequences after leaving Pouglandia in search for El dorado. How will her two certain best friends react when she makes empty promises for when this is all over? They were destined to make her keep said promises.

JJ and Pope are both love interests while also pinning over each other so if you like fics like these you’d definitely like it so you should check it out!

[writingreadinglurkingandsmirking]

✍🏼𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝑔𝓊𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈✍🏼

updated august 8, 2023

i reserve the right to refuse any request, regardless of if they meet my guidelines or not. all of these guidelines are subject to change at my discretion as i see/realize things i do/don't want to write.

current request status: open it's worth noting that i do not know how long exactly it will take for me to turn out requests as i have many projects in the works and also have a full time job, so just be patient with me. also, when i actually post the request, it likely won't be answering the ask it's sent as, so either be on the look out or ask to be tagged in it.

💖𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕞(𝕤) 𝕚 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣💖

outer banks

👤𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕚 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣👤

rafe cameron

sarah cameron

kiara carrera

pope heyward

jj maybank

john b routledge

topper thornton

💻𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖/𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖💻

one shots

drabbles

blurbs/concepts

moodboards

text aus

social media aus

song fics sometimes

🔎𝕡𝕠𝕧'𝕤 𝕚 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖🔎

first

second

third (Iimited, omniscient)

✅𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕚 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥✅

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡

fluff

angst

hurt/comfort

smut/nsfw*

character x reader content

occasionally character x character content**

𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘

female reader

gender neutral reader

NSFW: piv sex, oral sex, impact play, daddy kink, brat reader/character, dom/sub tones, dumbification, degradation kink, praise kink, overstimulation, breath play, unprotected sex, pain kink, threesomes, cnc, dub-con, stepcest maybe

🚫𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕚 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥🚫

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡

minor characters in any context

incest: this isn't asoiaf like goodbye

typically i will not be writing active addiction (drugs, alcoholism, etc)

𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘

exclusively male reader

miscarriage

self-harm

NSFW: underage anything, all out non-con, no bodily fluids or excrement other than cum, incest, torture, pregnancy sex, no aftercare - especially if in a bdsm context, minor/adult anything ever

✨𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥✨

let me know in the request if you want y/n used or avoided. And let me know if there are any specific pet names to use or avoid as well.

when sending, send in some format similar to this: "can you write something for [character] x [reader/other character] where [this thing happens] and [this thing happens too]?"

example: "can you write for topper thornton x reader where they're best friends and he doesn't realize he's in love with her until reader gets hurt surfing or something?"

example: "can you write something for kiara and jj where they're able to actually just spend some time together and be happy for two seconds?"

example: "can you write a sarah cameron x reader smut based on the song pray by xana?"

*note: the types of smut i will write can vary greatly depending on the actual content itself. there are some kinks that i will not write for as listed above. even if a kink, etc. is not listed above under content i will not write about, again, i reserve the right to not write whatever request is sent in. there are some things i may just not be comfortable writing that i can' think of right now. **note: every so often, if requested i may be willing to write for an actual ship from a show. but, i'll be honest, it probably won't be very often.

[infernalodie]

how about a sarah cameron x male reader one where all the pogues are diving and what not, and sarah gets caught on something under the water and can't get out of it and the reader who isn't that great at holding their breath dives in to save her and nearly dies in the process

k

<3 This is so angst and fluffy that it hurts. You don’t know how badly I wanted to just be heartless and kill the reader to just make it that much more heartbreaking.

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 || 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐡 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

"𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘚𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘚𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬"

Inspo: SYML - Fear of the Water Kanye West - Moon (And that one scene from Fresh Prince of Bel-Air with will being pushed into the pool. The main vibes I get from this.)

Pairing: Sarah Cameron x Male!reader

Summary: Nights spent causing havoc was what the Pogues did. But when Sarah is added to the mix, you are more than willing to face your fears and risk your life.

Warnings: angst, Thalassophobia, and fluff

Words 3295

Nightly tirades through the Cut was just something the Pogues had decided to do. It would be a lie if they said it was a random idea thrown out there. In all transparency, you just had hauled them out of their homes and took them on a drive through town. Drinking and acting like complete hooligans. Your main goal being to get John B’s mind of his father disappearing at sea.

Since than, it became a tradition to go out once and awhile. Either out in the Twinkie or out on marsh. It was a way for the Pogues to get out of their heads and just have a little fun in their own paradise.

But then there was the addition of the Kook princess you had been pinning over for years now, Sarah Cameron. She joined the group when they were looking for the 100 million ship wreck. Of course, everyone (just Kiara) had showed some reluctance to accept the Cameron’s help with your guys’ mission. But out of everyone, you seemed the most keen on her joining and they knew the reason why.

The first inkling of your romantic feelings for Sarah had been at a party that the Kook’s had hosted. After the Pogues snuck in and minded their own business stealing beer and weed, they had found you having a very deep conversation with the girl. It all left them rearing their heads in shock and bewilderment as you had made the girl laugh. You, Y/n, had made Sarah Cameron. Better yet, she touch your shoulder and as much as Kiara hated Sarah, she knew you secured the girl.

But the final detail had been at the Boneyard when JJ had tried to instigate a fight with Topper. You had stepped in, trying to pull JJ away from giving a drink to Sarah when she clearly had said no. That still hadn’t stop you from getting hit over the head with a decently large tree trunk whilst John B was nearly drowned to death.

So her entrance into the Pogues was short and smooth. But when you saw her again, your feelings for her had just been solidified. And when she smiled at you, you might’ve just melted there and then. Thankfully, Pope smack some sense into you, literally. That red mark took an hour to fade away.

Nonetheless, you had proposed the idea of going on a night drive or out on the ocean. Which had been your first mishap that night cause you had a deep fear of the ocean. It wasn’t as bad as other people’s but when you were out there and you were in the water, you could start panicking in a matter of seconds. Which is why the group never pressured you into going out there unless you felt safe.

And when they heard you propose the idea, they knew it was you willing to deal with your fear to hangout with Sarah. They didn’t protest and in a matter of minutes, the six of you were out on the marsh with a cooler of beer and some pre rolled joints by you and JJ. Music playing through one of Kiara’s speakers with an electric lamp resting by the helm where John B stood.

They were all laughing, talking, drinking, smoking. But you laid on your back right in front of the helm with your eyes gripped by the glowing orbs in the black sky. Each white glowing you connected with your mind, creating abstract shapes and other weird things you could come up with. A slow smile forming on your lips with you taking a long and hard puff off the joint.

“What are you doing down there?” Sarah asked, nearly making you flinch from her presence and eyes focused on you. 

You managed a shrug, pulling the joint from your lips as she sat down beside you against the helm. “Connecting the stars,” you said, pointing to the sky and circling it to help your explanation, exhaling a large cloud. “I always do it when we come out here at night.”

In all actuality, it was simply because you couldn’t handle sitting up or standing. Your anxiety would sky rocket through the roof, so you resorted to laying down. Which surprisingly was soothing when the boat was moving. Able to listen to the water hit the bottom of the HMS Pogue in a weirdly methodical way.

Sarah didn’t reply, knees coming to her chest as she leaned over with her lips pursing. Getting the message, you brought the joint to her lips. The embers that fell off nipped at your skin, but you were too focused on the girl who looked painfully gorgeous in this lighting. Half her features being lit by the lamp and the other half holding a darker shade from the moon light.

She was fucking gorgeous. In the short time of her being with you guys, you felt an odd connection between you two. Hell, even before she joined there had been something there. Or you were just insane and head over heels for a girl you had zero chances with. But she oddly hung around you whenever you guys were at the Chateau. Sitting beside you when you guys were watching JJ act like an idiot or when Kiara was flicking JJ’s ear when he suggested something completely stupid. Feeling her slightly lean into your side occasionally.

But you were reading too much into. Kook and Pogue never really mixed well. Two different lifestyles and ideologies didn’t help a relationship, it just tore it down. And as much as you would die to be with Sarah or at least know how she felt, you weren’t wanting to get your heart broken. So, you were okay with sadly sitting with these feelings and unsure of how to portray them to Sarah.

“Okay, kiddos. I’ve got an idea.” JJ announced from the bow as you pulled the joint away from Sarah who gave you a tiny smile.

“Oh, we know how this usually goes.” Pope huffed.

“JJ, sit your drunk ass down,” Kiara ordered. “We don’t need to deal with your stupid ideas tonight.”

“Ah, but you haven’t heard me out yet.” The rest of the group watched him with deadpans as he placed his beer down. “Alright, listen-”

“We are, JJ.” You commented.

“Y/n, babe, shut up for a second or else I’m going to come over there and throw you overboard.”

“Love you too.”

“And I love you.” JJ grinned. “But, how about we go swimming? We’ve got two waterproof lanterns in the hull. We can just have some fun. Swim for a little other than waste gas that we all know John B can’t afford.”

“Y/n, tell JJ that he can go to hell.” John B told you as you opened your mouth to speak.

“Y/n, tell John B that I love and I hate and I want him.”

Before you could reply, John B smiled. “And I want you too, JJ.”

“What the hell am I even here for?” You muttered, hearing Sarah snicker in amusement.

“So, who’s up for it?” JJ asked and the group seemed interested, except you. You didn’t make it known so you kept your mouth shut and sat at the bow as everyone pulled their clothes off and got ready with the lanterns. Of course, you didn’t dare look in Sarah’s direction simply because you knew you would start drooling at her beautiful physic.

“Into the darkness we go!” Pope whooped before jumping in and the other shortly following. And for a split moment, you watched Sarah smile at you before following into the dark abyss.

The water rippled and splashed up with each kids jumping in. Leaving you to take a puff off your blunt before shakily wondering towards the cooler. Controlling your breathing like your therapist had told you to do. Thankfully, the weed in your system and the slight buzz of beer had been able to calm your nerves a bit.

Occasionally, you glanced over the side to see the faint beams of light hit the surface of the water before scanning elsewhere. But because of the unsteadiness of your stomach, you refrained from staring too long. Deciding to lean back and look up at the stars again.

That was until you heard your friends rise from the water with gasps and laughs. “Find anything interesting?” You asked, unbothered with your eyes focused on the sky.

“No, but it was seriously- Wait, where’s Sarah?”

Kie’s question had you sitting up and looking at your friends. Sure enough, there was no sign of Sarah. Your stomach shifted. Something’s wrong.

“Did you guys loose sight of her?” You asked, tone slightly rising in panic.

“She was right in front of me.” Pope said. “I don’t know where she went from there.”

As soon as he said that, you were pulling your shirt off and snatching one of the lanterns from JJ’s hand. “Y/n, wait-!”

It was too late as you had dove into the water, holding your breath as you paddled your feet. Your mind was enflamed by worries and anxiety. Unable to take into account of all the steps your therapist had given you when it came to trying swimming in the marsh.

But that didn’t matter at this moment. Especially when you saw Sarah near the bottom of the marsh floor, eyes finding your lantern as you swam as fast you could. Once you were close enough, you groaned internally when you felt your chest tightening with your lungs pleading for air.

Looking at her foot, some rocks had caught her foot. Silently handing her the lantern, you reached down and began lifting the rocks. A few bubbles escaping past your lips with each grunt that left you. Her arm had slithered around your torso, trying to keep close to you as she was also on the brink of taking in water through her lungs.

Get her out, Y/n. C’mon. If you die here, go saving a life. That is the encouragement you needed to grab the last rock and heave it to the side to save her. But when doing do, your lungs final plea had your lips opened and inhaling water. You choked, placing your feet on the marsh floor and Sarah’s arm secured around you, you pushed off to propel the both of your up.

With each paddle, was another choked gasp leaving you. Bubbles blossoming from your nose and mouth. Eyes fluttering open and closing as they stung in an unbearable pain. Ears feeling like something had been stabbed into them. Not to mention the torture your lungs were going through, feeling like they had been overloaded and couldn’t take in anymore water.

And as you felt your head lulling forward, you grabbed Sarah’s waist and pushed her upwards with whatever strength you had left. Giving her a few feet above you as you felt your mind slightly fade with your back falling horizontally. Eyes growing heavier as you saw Sarah’s figure from a the hung high. Or it might’ve been the additional lantern Kiara had on her. You weren’t quite sure, but your mind didn’t let you think much on it as your eyes shut.

The group waited eagerly on the boat, seeing the light from below the water surface to be growing brighter and smaller the closer it got. Until finally, Sarah emerged, coughing and gasping for air desperately.

“Thank god!” Pope sighed in relief, head falling into his hands as the other three scanned around Sarah.

It seemed like they already knew what was happening, which was why, Kiara let out a quiet sob. Drawing Sarah’s attention as she turned to find you gone. She had you. You were right around her arm.

“I’ll go down and get him. Give me your lantern, Kie.” Kie gave the item to JJ as John B ran a stressful hand through his hair.

“Why did he have to go down? He knows he can’t handle it.” Kiara stressed as Pope wrapped his arms around her.

Sarah looked up at them confused, still trying to catch her breath. “What do you mean?”

John B pursed his lips. “Y/n, has Thalassophobia,” he stated. “He can’t handle large bodies of water and sure as hell can’t hold his breath.”

All she could do was stare at him shock. You can’t handle the water? Then why the hell would you suggest coming out here? Hell, why not just let the others come and save her? What the fuck?

Down below, JJ rapidly swam towards you. Spotting your pale and fragile body lifeless and resting on the marsh floor. Your h/c waving slowly from the small wavering of the water that moved to and fro. Scooping you up and lifting you onto his shoulder, JJ damn near groaned at the sudden extra weight of your body. But he kept swimming towards the surface with another body jumping in.

As soon as he made it to the surface, he found it to be John B as they both lifted your head out of the water. Head falling back with your face relaxed as the others lifted you over the gunwale and dragged you towards the stern. Panicked exclaims leaving each teen.

Pope, being the only one with enough knowledge, performed resuscitations. Muttering quiet, “Come on, Y/n. Fight.”

“Move!” JJ ushered Pope out of the way, taking his place to do chest compression’s before parting your lips and blow air. Turning his head to hear nothing. “This isn’t the time to do this to us, Y/n. Fight, you dumb bastard.”

Sarah hadn’t wanted this one bit. If anything, she wanted to take your place. You already saved her, your death wasn’t what she needed on her conscious. The hand that she held of yours was brought to her lips, pressing one of your knuckles softly. “Please, Y/n.”

With a fist coming down to hit your chest by JJ, you shot up. Water spilled past your lips as you coughed, mind flaring up as you rolled onto your stomach, continuing to cough up water. You barely had time to regroup before Kiara’s arms wrapped around you. Warm tears tickling your back as you angled an arm to give her a somewhat decent hug.

“You’re crazy fucking, Pogue!” JJ laughed, clapping his hand on your back. “Just had to be the knight in shining armor, huh?”

That made you squeeze your eyes shut for a moment before craning your head. Spotting a teary eyed Sarah who smiled shakily towards you. “Are you okay? You hurt?”

Sarah nearly wanted to throw you overboard for such a dumb question. You had drowned, likely died for a 2 minutes, and you were worried about her? She was conflicted on either throwing you back into the water or kissing you. Both didn’t seem like terrible options at the moment.

She smiled, sitting on her knees beside you. “I think I should be asking that,” she pointed out. “I’m fine, but my foot hurts a little.”

“Let me grab you some ice from the cooler.”

As you were about to standing, Pope was quick to push you back down and sit himself on your lower back. “You just nearly died, bud,” he stated. “You aren’t moving unless we say so.” All he got in response was a groan with your head falling forward with a sigh.

“Glad you’re okay, Y/n.” John B smiled, patting your cheek as you smiled.

Kiara laughed, leaning down and kissing your temple. “Still have that adorable smile of yours.”

JJ then leaned over, cupping your face and looking over his shoulder at the others before blocking their vision. You grinned as he started making kissing noises. “You had me so worried, sweetheart. I had our engagement ring and I thought I wasn’t going to be able to marry you.”

“Shut up, JJ.” You playfully shoved him away as the other laughed. Eyes tiredly fluttered shut and open as exhaustion clung onto you like a rock around your ankle.

After deciding to head home, you guys head towards the Cameron’s docks at Figure Eight. On the way there, you been allowed to sit up with Pope giving you a towel to dry off and keep yourself warm. But that hadn’t stopped you from pulling Sarah over and taking her bruised foot into your lap. Soothing the ache with some ice cubes that you rubbed against her twitching foot.

No one commented on it, only giving you winks whenever Sarah wasn’t paying attention. And you always responded with eye rolls. Coming close to death had left you uncaring of what the others thought or had to say to what you did next. Because sadly, what you saw when your eyes shut, had been just been darkness. Eternal black. So, it did put things into perspective for you.

Arriving at the Cameron’s dock, Sarah got to her feet and bid everyone goodbye. You, being the gentleman that you are, offered to help her walk to the end of the dock. At that point, Sarah was able to piece together everything and could only smirk in amusement. With the others groaning at the painfully adorable behavior going on between you two.

The wood creaked under your weight feet with your arm around Sarah’s waist. Taking slow steps to ease the pressure of her bruised foot.

“Why did you jump in to save me?” She asked, looking up at you. “Even with your phobia?”

You pursed your lips, not daring to meet her eyes. “Well, anyone else would do it, right?” You shrugged. “I just felt obligated to do it ‘cause I dragged you out there.”

“What’s the real reason, Y/n?” She demanded softly, stopping the both of you with her hands resting on your biceps. Feeling them clench under her warm touch.

Because I love you, Sarah Cameron. That’s what you wanted to say it, but that would be pushing your luck. So, you gave a warm smile. “Because you have a beautiful life to live,” you stated. “And I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you died. Like, I would probably go insane, you know? See you in my dreams and, like, cry my eyes-”

To stop your rambling, Sarah kissed you. Your eyes widened shock, but it quickly seeped away. Hands falling to her waist and tilting your head to deepen the kiss. Butterflies erupted in your stomach and caused fireworks to tickle the walls of your ribs.

There was no way to truly describe the feeling of Sarah’s lips against yours. The feeling down to it’s core was in decipherable. But they were soft, a bit salty from the marsh and bit bitter from the beer and weed. Somehow, they mixed perfectly for the moment.

When you two pulled away, Sarah hugged you. Placing a kiss to your collarbone. “Thank you.” You smiled, hugging her and kissing the crown of her head.

“Anything for you.”

“Okay! That’s enough cuteness and dread for tonight!” JJ yelled from the boat. “Let’s go a move on, bro. Kiss her tomorrow or something.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that slipped past your lips as Sarah grinned. She pulled away reluctantly before looking back up at you. “See you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow.” When she walked away, you watched her.

Only when you turned around, your lips were curled into a grin. Kiara giggled at you starting to punch the air in a quiet celebration. Sarah had seen and couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her. Shaking her head in amusement before stepping into her house.

For someone afraid of water, you were adorable.

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the word is ending in my dreams

pairing: jj maybank x male oc

**spoilers for season one (eventually s2)

summary:

Nicholas "Nickie" Routledge is John B's twin brother—but it hadn't always been that way. When Nickie came out as trans in middle school it send John B's protective instincts into overdrive. And caused their best friend JJ Maybank to question his sexuality. Nickie and JJ have been together for a long time now. But with John B's death, they find their relationship strained.

or: basically picks up after seasons one and follows into season two with lots of angst

note: this is all very much just me projecting & coping with my existence combined with my new hyper fixation. & i'm too scared to post this to my ao3 so now tumblr gets it.enjoy. don't take it too seriously. & ill add a link for chapter two once it's posted <3

warnings: transphobia, dysphoria (lmk if any others should be added)

ONE : LOST AT SEA

SIX MONTHS AGO

“Where the hell is he?” JJ groaned. “He has my lunch money.”

“Why would you give Nickie your lunch money?” Kie asked.

JJ looked up at her, head resting on the table. “I’m very irresponsible, Kie.”

Nickie’s words not his. JJ probably would have spent it on weed and stolen half of Nickie’s meal. He wouldn’t have minded. It’s what they’d done since elementary school.

Pope returned to their lunch table in the corner of the cafeteria. He sat down, backpack still on.

“He’s not here. I checked every single bathroom--I had to beg people to check the girls rooms as a last resort. The locker rooms, the art rooms, the science lab. He’s straight up, not here.”

“Would he have gone to the guidance counselor,” Kie suggested. Perhaps hopeful.

JJ laughs, sitting back. “Good joke.”

Nickie was very adamant in his dislike towards counselors, therapists--people in that general category. When he was younger he got bullied pretty bad for coming out as trans and the middle school counselors suggested it was simply a phase. Suggested stepping back into the closet.

Since then, Nickie has felt nothing but hatred for counselors.

“John B probably picked him up, right?” Pope tried to rationalize, pulling out his phone.

It wasn’t like Nickie to skip or anything like that. This is one of the few places Nickie and John B differed. Nickie wanted to get into a good school, get out of OBX and save up for all the surgeries he wanted.

Maybe he was just having a bad day. It was bound to happen--their dad was lost out at sea.

Presumed dead, technically, but neither John B or Nickie seemed to agree with that. They refused to believe it.

It was harder on Nickie than he ever really let on. Only two people in the whole world had seen how hard it hit him. John B and JJ.

John B because...well, they were brothers and they were stupid close.

JJ because they’d been together for a long time.

It had all started when Nickie came out to him. He just nodded, said cool and half understood what it meant. He had to look some stuff up later on his phone to really know what Nickie had been saying. He hadn’t cared, it wasn’t a big deal and didn’t change anything, but...why did it make JJ feel weird?

At first he thought he hated Nickie for being trans, but no. That couldn't have been farther from the truth. It had been those pesky feelings he’d been denying because John B was his best friend and he didn’t want to be in love with his best friend's twin.

What confused him most was how those feelings didn’t change when Nickie came out. If anything, they got stronger.

It was how JJ came out as bisexual in middle school.

An interesting discovery for everyone that year.

JJ had seen Nickie at his worst. That included the aftermath of the disappearance when John B was pushing Nickie away in his grief. The younger twin turned to his boyfriend, who until then hadn’t seen the boy cry in the eight years they’d known each other.

It was still hard several months later, especially after their uncle went on ahead with a proper funeral despite both twins living in denial. (And their uncle running off to god knows what state shortly after.)

“Hey JB, it’s Pope,” Pope said into his phone, pulling JJ from his thoughts. “Well, actually, we thought he was with you. He isn’t here. At all.”

The table is silent with anticipation.

“You don’t know where--Yeah, yeah, okay.”

Pope hung up the phone, looking up at his friends.

“John B is coming by. We’re gonna go look for him. Did you try texting him, JJ?” Pope asked, looking across the table at the blonde.

JJ nodded. “Three texts. Hasn’t even read them.”

“He’s always on his phone,” Kie muttered. “Especially if you’re texting.”

JJ’s ear turned red at the tips. “He's surfing,” JJ said the moment it hit him. Nickie always responded—unless he was surfing.

Surfing had become a lot more exciting for Nickie after Kie bought him a bathing suit meant for trans guys. Before that he tended to avoid it. Now they couldn't keep the kid out of the ocean.

“He's surfing,” he repeats.

“The oceans are freezing this time of year. He's so stupid sometimes “ Kie groaned, slinging her bag over her shoulder. “John B’s gonna kill him.”

-

Nickie had come out here to surf.

He, instead, found himself rolling a joint and staring out at the ocean.

Distantly he could hear the laughter of tourists. God they were annoying. They didn't even go in the water because it was too cold.

Not that Nickie blamed them. He was sitting in a hoodie and shorts, the wind and overcast day making it very cool.

He looked at the surfboard next to him, tears blurring his vision. It was the one he and his dad made together.

It was special.

He’s not even sure why he’s here. Why didn't he call John B or ask his boyfriend to ditch with him?

The world felt like too much today.

His counselor tells him that if he fails gym class, he fails the year. Nickie had simply glared, refusing to show how upset he was about it.

He was failing gym because he got terrorized in the locker rooms. He couldn't do it. So he skipped, smoked out back with JJ and lied when John B asked about it.

He’s absolutely livid.

The world is constantly working against him.

A month before he's supposed to start hormones, his dad vanishes. Then he’s still gone and now there's definitely no way Nickie can rationalize the extra money for it.

He's furious.

He doesn't remember the last time he cried, but it feels good to let it out now. He ducks his head to his knees and just cries.

It's silent, it’s painful. It's fucking ugly.

“Nick,” a voice says, causing him to jump and scramble for his pocket knife. His head snaps up and he sees John B crouched next to him. “Easy, bubs. It's just me.”

Nickie relaxes ever so slightly. He looks back out at the water.

“Not in the mood to surf,” John B asks, eyeing the board.

“Forgot my suit,” he admits.

“Damn. Those waves look amazing,” John B says.

Nickie just nods.

“Why are you out here then?”

“Got upset. Ran. Nothing new,” he sighed. “I’m failing gym class.”

“How do you fail gym?” John B turned to look at his brother.

“By smoking outside with JJ instead of going,” Nickie offered.

There's silence. John B’s waiting for more details, Nickie knows. He hesitates to give it to him.

But he does, he cries and tells his brother about the locker rooms and how the school did nothing. He cries and his brother holds him.

“I’ve got you,” John B whispers. “I'm always here.”

Always. Such a long time.

Once Nickie has calmed down, John B pulls back. “By the way, your boyfriend is beside himself in the car. Worrying himself to death.”

Nickie laughed softly, brushing sand off of him as he stood. He grabbed the board and together the brothers made their way back to the car.

JJ nearly tripped over himself, climbing out to greet Nickie. He fussed over the smaller boy, making sure he was okay before helping him mount the board on top of the van.

Everyone climbed in the car. John B caught his brother's eyes as he settled in.

He meant what he said.

Always.

-

TWO