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kildare nights. undecided pairing x fem!reader

GOLD AT HAND and no more treasures to hunt, the freshly graduated treasure hunters are left to deal with the simple life. as simple as a certain level of fame and millions of dollars in the obx can get you, at least.

warnings . . . half canon half not, curse words, sexual innuendos, i mean… spoilers duh, no one dies everyone lives yippee!!!!!!!, im a gay kie believer so… how the show should’ve ended!!! rich pogues and calm life!!!!

genre . . . slice of life-ish, humor, romance, social media!au, big time alternative universe.

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— [ PROFILES ]

— one. stinkin’ rich, baby

— two. rat traps

— three. daddy issues fr fr

— four. sarah routledge day

— five. should be at the club

— six. pope if u can hear us

— seven. serving face

— eight. blocked

— nine. dont even care

— ten. giving up

— eleven. granny

— twelve. baby names

— thirteen. wrong phrase, again

— fourteen. pondering

— fifteen.

more to be added!!

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faceclaim: sophie grace (how i envision reader to look like, but imagine however you want!)

app: photonote

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a/n: this is before jj and reader are together, but after she became friends with all the kooks obviously! new part coming soon <3

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change of plans 𝜗𝜚

previous part here!

summary: when sarah gets involved in your plan, you make some slight changes to it, and invite someone new to help.

warnings: none (not proofread)

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you had been trapped in your house for two days since you’d snuck out. your dad was being unusually strict recently.. anyway, your plan was due to happen today, so you had to run through it.

1. john b would come and work his shift like usual with your dad helping outiside

2. you’d make a distraction and john b would sneak inside

3. both of you would get inside the study and search for information about denmark tanny

4. john b would borrow whatever he needed and leave.

that was it! pretty simple, but you just had to be very careful. your dad wasn’t the biggest fan of pogues. john b’s shift was due to start at 2:30pm, and it was currently 1:25. you texted him anxiously once more.

you: john b, do you understand the plan? we cant mess this up, okay?

john b: for the last time, y/n, i’ve got it. we’ll be fine.

you stayed in your room for the majority of the day, waiting. however, as the clock on your wall ticked to 2:00pm, you became more restless. you’d agreed with john b that he would text you at 2 to tell you he was on his way. you checked your phone, but there was no notification from him in your notifications centre. over the next two minutes you began checking over and over again, but nothing.

he’s bailed on me. probably to embarrass me, right? you thought. you sighed, wishing you’d known better than to try and help. you lay on your bed, suddenly feeling very sleepy. you closed your eyes and drifted off into a sleep..

you were awoken by a pained yell coming from the study. you immediately sat up, thinking the worst. what if john b had come a little late and your dad found him? what if your dad was hurting him?!

you rushed upstairs, ready to shout at your dad to stop, but when you burst into the study, you found a peculiar sight. your sister was tending to john b’s bleeding wound on his stomach. you cleared your throat as they both looked at you.

“what happened?! why were you not here? i thought you bailed on me!” you said, exasperated, forgetting your sister was right there.

john b smirked and then winced as sarah dabbed onto his wounds once more.

“you seem to care a lot as someone i barely know.”

“i’m just confused. i thought my dad was beating you up or something. why are you hurt?”

john b opened his mouth, but sarah was quicker. she explained how the cops had come to take him away, and he’d made a ran for it. he tripped over in the commotion and sarah had helped him out, taking him back here to help clean him up.

“but what’s this plan you’re talking about?” she said, curiously.

“look, i have to get to chapel hill sarah. the less you know the better okay?” john b spoke up.

“sarah told you all this information already?” you asked him, surprised.

“i-uh, yeah. she said she could get me into chapel hill. i need to go, now.”

“okay then im coming with you.” sarah said immediately.

“no.”

“yes.”

“one last mission, and then i’m out of this dirty, dirty game.” she said, half sarcastically.

she slapped his injury, as john b groaned, before leaving the room. jb looked at you, as you shrugged.

“i mean, i dont wanna miss out on this. besides, i did try to help you. cmon, lets go!” you say enthusiastically.

john b huffed, following behind you as you both headed downstairs. you got into your sisters car, and sarah looked at you as you sat in the passenger seat.

“you’re coming?”

“yes, and you can’t stop me.” i said firmly.

“no, its not that. its just… we both need chaperones. it’s weird if it’s all three of us separately. i mean, this is chapel hill we’re talking about.”

she was right. but who could you go with? topper would snitch, and so would the other pogues you knew. kelce was absolutely a no go, and of course you couldn’t go with your brother-

“i know just the guy. sarah, follow my directions.” john b stated from the backseat.

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as sarah pulled up outside the chateau, you had a sinking feeling. you knew what john b was going to do.

“john b, no.”

“what?”

“im not going there with jj as my chaperone. i’d rather just go home.”

“what, why?”

“he probably hates me! he’ll snitch.”

john b snorted, genuinely amused by your sentence.

“clearly you know nothing about jj.”

before you could protest, he hopped out of the car and headed towards the unlocked house. you could hear him calling his friend’s name, and soon, the brown haired boy walked out with his blond haired friend.

jj casually got into the backseat next to john b.

“so, what’s in this for me?” he asked, rubbing his hands together and smirking.

“money.” sarah stated, as you turned to look at her, shocked.

“sarah! we’re not giving him money!” you hissed.

“this will be fun, an adventure. i mean, what kooks get to do this, eh? just let loose a little okay?” she whispered back.

you knew she was right, and you sat back in your seat as sarah continued driving to the dock. you may as well make the most of this trip.”

“uh, you know we can hear you guys right?” jj spoke up from behind you. your cheeks heated up in embarrassment.

“oh shut up jj.” your sister retorted.

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guys ive been so busy over the christmas holidays eeek!! my posting schedule is way off. i hope you enjoyed this short but sweet chapter (sabrina ref), and i’ll be posting again soon! i also wanted to add that although it seems rigut now that im following the obx storyline, i will make some original chapters and scenarios that arent in the series.

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peace offering 𝜗𝜚

part one here!

summary: after a fight at the boneyard last night, you decide to try and make things write with the pogues involved, since no one else will.

warnings: none

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you shoved random things into your bag; beer, fresh fruits, bandages, pills, even some cigarettes you’d pocketed at a party a few weeks ago. then you got up from your bed, hitching the bag onto your shoulder and practically running downstairs. you were headed to the cut, and you didn’t want any of your family to question you.

you slipped your shoes on, running out of the door and heading to the bus stop on the high street. once the bus pulled up you hopped on, and sat by the window, placing your bag next to you. you were headed to john b’s house. you’d dmed a pogue you knew john b was friends with on instagram, and they’d given you his details. a potentially dangerous move if you were anyone else, but oh well.

after 15 minutes or so, the bus stopped at a shack-like bus stop, completely different from the ones in town. you got off, thanking the driver, and started your trek down the road. you took a look at all the houses, some were really run down, some wooden bungalows, some were even a little bit kook-like!

you felt your phone buzz in your pocket as a ‘ping!’ went off. you pulled it out, checking your notification centre.

Dad 💗: Where are you?! Come home now. I heard that you were at that gathering on the beach last night. I told you and Sarah to stay home, it’s dangerous. Y/N, come home.

you stopped in the middle of the road, sighing, before turning your phone off, and continuing to walk. you knew it was wrong, and you didn’t want to worry him. you knew he told you to stay home that day. but you also knew you had to do what was right, and than john b didn’t deserve that. you wanted to make things right for once.

after around 10 more minutes of walking, you trusted up to the front porch of john b’s home. the chateau as he liked to call it, apparently. you walked up to the door, knocking on it rapidly. you knew if you weren’t quick, your dad could very well send a search party. he was quite overprotective, which you hated to admit.

you heard footsteps, and john b opened the creaky door. you took a look at his face and suppressed a gasp. his face had bruises that had turned a bright purple, and a few cuts. you wanted to apologise to him right there, but he was clearly confused, and rightfully so, you needed to explain yourself.

“john b, hi. im y/n cameron. sarah’s-“

“sister. yeah i know you, but, uh, why are you here? you’re pretty far from your kook home.” he replied.

the last part of his sentence caught you off-guard. it sounded.. spiteful?

“i wanted to apologise. formally. can i- can i, uh, come in? i’ll be quick.” you almost pleaded with him.

he looked skeptical for a moment, before stepping to the side and beckoning you in. you walked in, looking around his house. it was a bit messy, and you could see a duvet on his couch. you assumed pope had slept overnight. beer bottles were scattered across the kitchen countertops.

john b grabbed the duvet, shoving it onto the floor. you awkwardly sat on the sofa bed, hands in your lap, your bag next to you. John b sat on a chair opposite you, staring right at you. The silence was deafening.

“are you okay?” you ask, genuinely.

“look, why do you even care?” he asked accusingly.

Clearly he wasn’t okay, you just wanted to break the tension. you pulled your bag onto your lap, before handing it over to him.

“here. a peace offering, if you will.”

he reluctantly took the bag, looking through it with an unreadable expression. then, he pulled out the cigarettes you’d packed, and he let out a laugh.

“I didn’t think of you as a smoker.” he held them up, as you giggled.

“i’m never gonna use them, so you may as well.” you replied, smiling, partly relived that you’d broken the ice.

“could you be anymore kook?”

“i wish i wasn’t. being a pogue sounds so much more exciting. not to be ignorant or anything.” you added quickly.

“i mean, all we’re surrounded by is snobby rich kids, facts about denmark tanny, and rude, privileged adults.”

“wait-wait what did you just say?” he said to me.

“rude privileged adults…?”

“no-no, the other thing.”

“denmark tanny?”

“yes! What do you know about him?” he asked, genuinely curious.

“we live in his old house. we have his own portrait on our wall in one of our rooms, and some of his maps.” you reply, taken aback.

“I’m uh… sooooo interested in him and his life. do you think I could come round one day and learn some more about him with the.. uh.. resources you have?”

“okay john b, quit the act. what’s going on? why are you so interested?” you ask, suspicious.

“i.. cant tell you. i’m sorry, okay? do you think i could, y’know, come round?” he asks again, a desperate look in his eyes.

“fine. i guess it’s the least i could do.” you say, referencing what had happened the night before.

his face lights up.

“thank you. honestly, thank you.”

“okay… you’re welcome..” you say.

“but john b, you have to be smart about this. you can’t just come storming into my house. you work for my dad, don’t you?”

“uh, yeah.”

“can i have your number?” you ask suddenly, catching him off guard.

suddenly, a thump from the other room can be heard, and a messy haired looking JJ walks into the living room.

“hey dude- what the hell is she doing here?” jj says, stunned, as he turns to look at you. it sounded rude, but he was genuinely confused.

“i’m giving john b a peace offering. john b, your number?” you say, holding out your phone impatiently.

jj whoops, as you roll your eyes. the bruised boy infront of you looks slightly embarrassed.

“it’s not for that jj. god, you’re immature.” you say, as john b finally types his number into your phone.

“well, that’s settled. i’ll see you… oh, when you come over! that’ll be.. 2 days time. i need time to prepare the plan and so on.” you conclude, dropping the bag onto his lap and getting up from the messy couch.

you walk past jj, who looks utterly puzzled, and you hold back a laugh at his confused expression. as you open the front door, you hear john b speak behind you.

“y/n cameron, you are just like your sister.”

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a/n: i’m sorry for how long this took! id also like to add that the pogues have discovered there is treasure and stuff already, and that is why john b is so interested in denmark tanny. hope you enjoyed <3

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night fight 𝜗𝜚

first fic of a little outer banks series i wanna do!!

summary: you go to a party at the boneyard with your sister sarah cameron and her boyfriend, topper. however, a fight breaks out between topper and another pogue. will you stick up for him?

warnings: violence, swearing, a gun used, john b drowning, underage alcohol consumption, injury detail, swearing

(based off of episode 1 with a few tweaks)

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the boneyard is packed, full of pogues, tourists, and even kooks. you walk with sarah, who is holding hands with her boyfriend topper, and get a drink from the drinks cooler. you grab a beer, rolling your eyes when topper starts kissing sarah as she giggles. you walk off towards the other end of the beach, mingling with a few friendly pogues and the odd kook.

a few cocktails and beers later, you walk back to where the cooler was, and realise its not there. you take a quick glance around, and realise its to the front of the beach where jj maybank and john b are. your dad had always told you to stay away from jj, telling you countless stories of how much trouble he was. you shrugged, walking towards them and opening the cooler.

“hey hey! you want a beer? lemme get that for ‘ya.” you internally groaned, not wanting to draw attention to yourself, as jj grabbed a beer, handing it to you with a grin.

“thanks.” you pursed your lips, and he turned away from you.

“hey, hey. hey, sarah!” he shouts over to your sister, holding another red cup out to her.

“sarah, can i interest you in a tasty milwaukee beverage?”

“no, thanks.” she declines. your sister wasn’t the type to drink lots, she had discipline.

“cmon, is it not fancy enough for you?”

“no, we were just leaving.” she says, trying to diffuse the situation.

you thought about stepping in, when topper does it for you.

“hey, you know what? i’ll take it. thank you man, i appreciate it.” he says, grinning smugly, and reaching for the cup.

“that’s nice topper, but i didn’t ask you. if you said pretty please maybe.” jj replies unseriously, clearly looking for trouble.

“oh, pretty please.” topper says, his patience beginning to fade, as sarah looks helplessly between them both, grabbing onto toppers arm in an attempt to pull him away.

“yeah, so sarah, you can have it.” jj ignores him, trying to pass the red cup to sarah once more.

“she doesn’t want it you—“ topper lets his frustration take over, tossing the cup carelessly, and resulting in the alcohol splashing across maybank’s face.

jj is quick to grab him, pushing him furiously as john b and sarah try to intervene. john b grabs the frustrated blondie, pleading for him to calm down.

“dirty pogues!” topper shouts from behind him.

something snaps in john b, as he runs to topper, pushing him aggressively as he stumbles backwards, the smug look on his face washed away.

sarah walks over to topper, and you hear pope tell them to be incognito before… crunch. everyone gasps as john b falls onto the sand, clearly injured. you rush forward, concerned , as sarah holds you back, just incase.

topper kicks him into the water, as john b rolls around, soaked. the chants of ‘fight!’ are deafeningly loud.

“hey john b, don’t make me drown you like your old man, alright?” he jeers down at him, kicking him down again.

topper temporarily lets his guard down, focusing on the crowd and egging them on. during this time, John B manages to get up, and jumps on him from the side, knocking him down.

“give it to him!” jj whoops, cheering his bestfriend on. your eyes widen, this wouldn’t end well.

“john b, let it go!”

“stop, you guys!”

topper punches him once, twice, three times, you cant keep up. john b is not backing down, as they fight in the circle that has now formed. suddenly, john b launches topper over his shoulder, into the water.

“come on topper! come on!” he screams, beckoning for him to come forward, only spurring him on.

for a moment, it seems like john b was winning, until a large splash tells you otherwise. john b is face down in the water, as topper holds him down. ultimately drowning him. sarah screams for her boyfriend to stop, but he wont listen.

“this is too far!” you say, mostly to yourself.

in the spur of the moment, you run forward, jumping on topper’s back, trying to get him off, as he tumbles onto his side.

“y/n, what are you doing?!” your sister shrieks, worried for your safety.

“topper, quit it!” you shout, only to be pushed back, landing on your ass.

toppers anger is shocking to you, as he comes forward, pushing you again while you’re already down. john b is up again, and he knocks topper down for a second time, but the vicious blonde haired boy manages to push him down, as john b unluckily falls onto his side, drowning him again. you feel someone drag you back onto shore, a friend of yours.

sarah kneels down by you.

“are you okay? why would you do that?!”

you dont pay attention to her, as you watch the scene unfolding infront of you helplessly. john b is drowning. you watch jj pull something from his bag, and run up behind topper. your heart skips a beat and your stomach begins to churn as you realise he has pulled out a gun.

he presses the cold metal to the back of toppers neck, as rhe gun’s safety clicks. he gasps, and immediately lets go of john b, who lays, almost lifeless on the sand, gasping for air.

it’s chaos, people are running, your sister tells you to get up and go, but you don’t. you stay, standing up. people push past you roughly, sprinting away from the scene.

“yeah, you know what that is.” jj says, a maniac-like smile on his face.

“he’s got a gun! jj!!” sarah screams desperately, panicking.

“stop it!! put the gun down!” you screech, your throat becoming hoarse.

“did you say somethin’ princess?” he asks rhetorically, looking straight at you, getting under your skin.

“put the gun down!” sarah repeats your sentence. holding her hand out.

“we’re good, we’re good.” topper says, holding his hands up in fear.

“kie, can you check your pyscho friend please?!”

“okay everyone listen up! get the hell off our side of the island!”

the deafening sound of gunshots fill your ears as bullets fly high up into the sky.

“holy shit!” you scream, as your older sister grabs your hand, pulling you away urgently.

the three of you run from the beach, as you urge your legs to go faster, the adrenaline pumping through your body. tears prick at your eyes from the speed you’re running, as you pant, flying away from there. once you get back to the parking lot, you hang back, watching sarah check if a shaken-up topper is okay.

you can’t help but feel frustrated at her. topper had shoved you, you were soaking wet. why hadn’t she defended you like any other day? you shrugged it off, giving her the benefit of the doubt, as you got into the back of topper’s truck.

what just happened?

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a/n: i will be putting more jj x reader content in the next fic, this is a slowburn fic so it might take a little bit longer. <3