izzymaybank

[izzymaybank]

Brothers Best Friend

JJ Maybank x Routledge!Reader

Word Count: 1,472

Summary: In need of a drone, John B, (y/n), JJ, Kiara, and Pope break into a storage facility.

Pairing(s): John B x twin sister!reader JJ Maybank x girlfriend!reader Pope and Kiara x bestfriend!reader

Notes: - reader uses she/her pronouns. - btw ‘~’ means its just an angle shift in a scene, but ‘~~’ means it’s a whole different scene entirely.

Warnings: breaking into a storage facility, mentions of a blunt (?), 

BBF MASTERLIST

“Pope, we’re not stealing the drone. We’re borrowing it,” John B sighs. He’s sitting in the front seat of the Twinkie, driving it along an empty road. Kiara’s comfortable in the passenger’s seat, staring out the window. (y/n) sits in the back, shoulder to shoulder with JJ as she watches him roll a blunt.

“Humans are the only animal that can’t tell fantasy from reality,” Pope quotes, ignoring the way (y/n) rolls her eyes as she leans her head on JJ’s shoulder. 

“Did you come up with that?” John B asks.

“Albert Bernstein came up with that, but it applies to this whole treasure-hunting thing.” Pope stares straight ahead, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh.” John B’s voice is flat as he continues to drive.

“So, which is it?” Pope turns around, eye’s flicking between John B and Kiara. “Fantasy or reality?”

“Why are you so weird, Pope?” JJ asks.

“It’s fantasy, but possible reality,” Kiara voices, looking at John B as she says it.

“Reality,” John B confirms.

“Virtual reality,” JJ mumbles. Just as JJ flicks open his lighter, Pope grabs the blunt from in between JJ’s lips and flicks it away. The blonde glares at him, wrapping an arm around (y/n)’s waist and resting his chin on her head.

The Twinkie pulls to a stop and Kiara gets out of the car. The two boys in the back continue to argue as Kiara slams the door. John B leans out the open window, his smile wide as he talks to the girl.

(y/n) slides open the back door, kissing JJ’s cheek before getting out. Gravel crunches under her feet as she steps outside, following after her best friend. She links arms with Kiara, waving goodbye to the rest of the Pogue’s.

“Hello!” Kiara waves as the two girls walk towards the security guard sitting in a tool booth. “Excuse me?”

The guard gets out, walking up to the fence. He looks at the two smiling girls with furrowed brows. “Can I help you?”

“Hi,” (y/n) says, her voice smooth. “Um, we actually have a flat tire-”

“-And we were wondering if maybe you could help us out?” Kiara cuts in. One of her hands shields the sun from her face as the man scans the two girls with his eyes. (y/n)’s hands fist’s itself into her shorts, feeling uncomfortable with the way the guard silently checks them out.

He looks over his shoulder quickly, smiling as he walks back over to his booth to let them in.

“It’s too easy,” Kiara mutters, causing (y/n) to stifle her laugh with her hand.

~

Hiding behind a storage box, Pope, John B, and JJ watch as the two girls walk through the now open entrance. “How’s it goin’ with Kiara?” JJ suddenly asks, breaking the intense silence.

“It’s, uh, not awkward, weird, or anything,” John B replies, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Yeah,” JJ snorts. “Honestly, I did not think you were actually going to listen to me.”

John B furrows his brows, whispering, “what?”

“I was 100 percent sure she was into you. Pope would agree.”

“Ehh,” Pope voices.

“So, like, Kie, she, like, definitely gave you the Heisman?”

“Oh. No question. Yup.”

“Gotcha,” JJ smiles, trying not to laugh.

“Maybe she’s just into somebody else,” Pope suggests. Both boys turn their heads to look at him, their faces blank.

~

“It’s just this back one right here.” Kiara leans her elbow onto the boat. “It must’ve been a slow leak or something.”

When the coast is clear, the three boys run through the entrance, just missing before the fence closes shut.

“Been sitting in the yard too long?” The guard asked.

“Yeah.” (y/n) send’s him a flirty smile.

“I got this,” the guard states, gesturing to the flat tire and the two girls thank him.

~

JJ runs towards the door, taking the lock in his hand. When he pulls at the lock over putting in the combination, it doesn’t open. He curses under his breath.

“Do you have the right numbers?” Pope asks.

“All right, so I might have the wrong numbers,” JJ admits.

“Damn it,” Pope snaps. A dog runs over towards the three boys, barking at them.

~

The loud barking catches the guards attention from where he’s fixing the tire. “You hear that?” He asks the girls, who shrug in fake cluelessness.

“Nah, Tebow’s got somethin’.”

“It’s probably just a raccoon, maybe. You know?” (y/n) offers. “Nothing to worry about.”

Kiara moves around the boat, taking the clip out of her hair and airing out another tire. The guard walks around, despite (y/n) trying to stop him. 

“What are you doing,” he demands, before running out back to his booth.

Kiara curses, running to the car and opening the door, urging for (y/n) to get in the other side. Kiara turns on the ignition and (y/n) nervously looks out the window.

John B peeks around the corner, making sure the coast is clear before he takes a pipe and slams it onto the lock, breaking it. He walks inside of what looks like a storage room, quickly walking over to the drone. He grabs the case, and speed walks out of the room.

~~

The rock music playing from the radio stops as John B turns off the ignition. Kiara smiles as she gets out the car, “stealing drones makes you hungry.”

“What I would do to a beer and shrimps and grits right now,” JJ says, his hand interlocked with (y/n) as he steps out, tugging her after him.

“It would not be pretty,” Pope states.

“Hey, dad!” Kiara leads her friends through the restaurant, looking at her father with a cheerful smile. The four Pogue’s walk off to the side, watching as Kiara pulls her father into a hug.

“I’m so hungry,” John B mutters, staring at a costumers plate longingly. (y/n) watches as the two Carrera’s stare at them, and she waves with a small smile. The three boys follow her gaze, copying her actions.

Kiara stares at them, shrugging. “Sit down.”

John B sags with relief and JJ races to an empty table. He pulls out a chair, dramatically bowing towards his girlfriend, gesturing for her to sit. Rolling her eyes, (y/n) smiles as she did what she was told.

Resting his foot on the table, JJ laughed when John B attempted to throw a french fry into his mouth. Kiara walked over, pushing JJ’s foot down as she filled up his cup with more water.

As she put JJ’s cup back down onto the table, she caught eyes with John B. With her finger, she gestured for him to join her as she moved her body to the rhythm of the song playing.

John B stands up, grabbing Kiara’s hand and spinning her around. Pope watches from where he stands, jumping slightly when a waitress hands him a bowl of food.

(y/n) leans her head on her hand as she watches the two of them when JJ grabs her hand, pulling her up. “Come on,” he mutters, guiding her arm around his shoulder.

“Nope,” she says, laughing slightly. (y/n) attempts to sit down, but her boyfriend ignores her protest and pulls her out into the open space. He wraps an arm around her waist, swaying them slightly as she gives in, resting a hand on his neck.

~~

“God bless geeks, Pope. Truly man,” JJ says, watching John B and Kiara break the surface of the water after testing the drone. (y/n) raises her head from JJ’s shoulder, squinting at the harsh sunlight. “What would we do without you to control the drones?”

“Technically it’s not a drone,” Pope corrects. “It’s an ROV-”

“Shut up,” (y/n) sighs. “Shut up. It’s too early for that right now.”

“Hey,” John B calls out. “Once we get footage of the wreck, we’ll bring it to a lawyer in town and file a formal claim.”

“It’s bullshit, why do we have to do that?” JJ asks, automatically wrapping an arm around (y/n)’s waist when she moves to stand next to him.

“Well,” (y/n) says. “There is maritime salvage law. You can’t just go to the ocean floor and scoop a bunch of stuff up.”

“I know. I know,” JJ defends. “It’s just that lawyers aren’t cheap, babe.”

"Well, as soon as they see the footage, they'll work for a comp," John reassures.

"How do you know all of that?" Kiara asks, turning her head to look at the boy.

"'Cause our dad said it, like, a million times."

"Yeah, that's fair." Kiara swims over to the latter of the deck, beginning to climb up.

"The tether is, like, really long," Pope says. "In the wrong weather, it could get pushed around."

"So now we just have to wait for the right weather," (y/n) states. She turns her head to look at the sky when thunder rumbles in the distance. "And today is not that day."

~~

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

[izzymaybank]

Brothers Best Friend UPDATE

Hi! So, I haven't updated BBF in a really long time, and I am so sorry about it. Without giving away too much about my life, recently my depression has been really bad, and I haven't had any motivation to update. I have been getting better though! And I will try and update as soon as I can.

Thank you to those who have sent lovely messages, I have read them and I am so grateful for them!

Love you all!!

[izzymaybank]

Are you also going to do season 2 and three for ur new jj series

yes!! i'm planning on doing season two, and three when it comes to netflix!! :)

[izzymaybank]

Brothers Best Friend

JJ Maybank x Routledge!Reader

Word Count: 2,002

Summary: As the gang hatches an illicit scheme to get to the bottom of the deep-sea mystery, John B confronts Sarah while Pope jumps for revenge.

Pairing(s): John B x twin sister!reader JJ Maybank x girlfriend!reader Kiara and Pope x bestfriend!reader

Notes: reader uses she/her pronouns. Also I had to change the amount of money for each person, that’s why it’s not 100 million for each person. ALSO I’M SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO POST THIS!!

Warnings: underage drinking, mentions of a gun, if you see any more lmk!

BBF MASTERLIST

“What’d you find?” (y/n) called out. Kiara handed John B an envelope and took the hand (y/n) extended to her.

“That’s not gold,” Pope note’s when John B pulls his hand back, revealing the envelope to the rest of the group. Kiara grunts as she jumps down to the forest floor.

“Holy shit,” John B mutters. (y/n) looks over his shoulder, eyes running over the black words written in sharpie. “This is from dad.”

(y/n)’s eyebrows furrow. The clicking of a lighter catches the girl's attention, seeing her boyfriend blow out smoke as he stares out into the woods. He’s stiff when he says the words, “code red. Code red. Square groupers! Square groupers!”

He turns around and start’s to run, grabbing onto (y/n)’s hand and pulling her along as the others follow. The five of them hide behind the massive tombstone.

“Light!” Kiara reminds. John shoves his light under his shirt, attempting to dull it’s brightness. JJ puts his blunt out on the grave. A small car park’s, and a few men hop out. 

“Homie’s got a gun,” JJ says, breath’s uneven. 

“Screw this,” (y/n) sighs, standing up. She runs forward and everyone follows her lead towards the large fence. JJ grabs onto her hips, lifting her up so she can easily climb over. 

They quickly run over to the van but stop when Pope yells, “I’m stuck!”

“Don’t move,” JJ warns, raising the gun in his hands. He points it towards the boy on the fence, but (y/n) smacks his hands. Kiara pulls on Pope’s shorts, shushing his protests.

The fabric suddenly rips, and they all laugh as Pope runs into the van in only his underwear. The van drives off, leaving security on the other side.

~~

“That’s disgusting, J.” (y/n) watches in horror as the boy spreads peanut butter onto moldy bread.

“I’ll just pull off the bad parts,” JJ shrugs, turning towards his girlfriend. “Plus, mold is good for you. It’s just a natural organism.”

“It’s definitely not.” (y/n) leans away when the blonde holds the food out to her. She maneuvers around him, walking towards the small table John B sits at. “Come on, JJ.”

“Yup, yup, yup,” he says. “Hot damn! Let’s do it.” He takes a bit of the sandwich, but soon spits it out, gagging. John B rips open the envelope, pulling out a large map.

“Holy shit,” he says.

“Oh.” Pope points to a large ‘X’ written in black marker. “X marks the spot.”

John B pulls out a small box from the envelope, looking at it with his brows furrowed.

“What’s that?” JJ asks.

“It’s a tape recorder, dumbass,” Kiara sighs, looking from Pope to (y/n). JJ only shrugs as John B presses play.

“Dear Red bird and little canary.”

“Who’s bird and little canary?” JJ asked. (y/n) leans forward, resting her hand on John’s shoulder.

“It’s what our dad used to call us,” John B murmurs. 

“I hate to say ‘I told you so’, but I told you so.” Big John chuckles slightly and (y/n)’s breath hitches. “And you doubted your old man.”

“I suspect at this moment, you’re filled with guilt and self-loathing over our last fight, but don’t kill yourself just yet, kids. I didn’t expect to find the merchant either.” There’s a pause, and (y/n) leans her head on JJ’s shoulder while John only stares blankly. “You we’re probably right to call me out. Wasn’t exactly father of the decade. What can I say? I could smell the barn. And hopefully, we’re listenin’ to this in our brand new sugar-shack down in Costa Rica, livin’ off passive investments and pulling on permits. If not, and you find this for less than optimal reasons, well, that’s what the map’s for.”

“I love you two, even if I didn’t always act like it. John B, look out for your sister. Her and that boy....” A final pause. “I’ll see you both on the other side.”

Silence fills the room as the recording stops with a soft click. John B stands up, leaving the room with a small sob. JJ pulls (y/n) into his arms, and she pushes her face into his neck with a sniffle. 

“I got you,” JJ mutters, pressing his nose into her hair, eye’s following Kiara as she walks over to John B’s side. JJ kisses the top of (y/n)’s head, feeling tears falling onto his neck. “I got you, baby.”

Kiara wraps her arms around John B, attempting to console him as he leans against the wall. Kiara kisses his shoulder, squinting her eye’s shut at the sound of John B’s sobs.

~~

“How much was it again?” JJ asks aloud, halting Kiara’s soft playing on her ukulele. The sun had set, and the five pogue’s were all sitting outside.

“Four hundred mil,” Pope states. A loon called out into the distance, and (y/n) stared out into the water as JJ ran a hand through her hair. John B stared out into the night, sipping on a beer he held in his hand.

“All right, let’s talk the split,” JJ sighs, turning towards the rest of his friends, careful not to knock (y/n) off the railing as he shifted. He raises the gun he holds in his hand. “Now, before we say ‘evenly’, may I remind you that I am the only one that can properly defend us from those groupers that were after us. Protection? Not cheap, okay?”

“You haven’t trained,” Pope complains. “You’ve done zero training.”

“YouTube, bro! That’s at least a five percent bump right there.”

“You haven’t-”

“Any objections? Didn’t think so.”

Kiara cuts off the boys’ bickering. “What are you gonna do with your 80 mil, Pope?”

The boy looks down at the ground before speaking. “Pay for college in advance. And also, textbooks. Those are expensive.”

JJ pulls (y/n) closer to his chest by her waist as he swivels his head to look at Kiara. “What about you, Kie?”

“Yeah, what does a socialist do when she’s rich?” Pope asks, furrowing his brows in curiosity.

Kiara chuckles. “Just wanna make a double album,” she smiles. “About OBX, the Pogues. You know, the way Catch a Fire is about Kingston. Record it at Marley Studio, Peter Tosh producing. 

“Peter Tosh is dead-”

“Peter Tosh is dead. I know that, Pope. The spirit of Peter Tosh will never die.” Kiara raises her beer, silently cheering the rest.

“I know what I’m gonna do,” JJ says. “I’m gonna get a big ass house on Figure Eight and go full Kook.”

“You’re gonna go full Kook?” Pope clarifies in disbelief.

“Yup. Gonna get a marble statue of myself, and then I’m gonna get a koi pond.”

His answer makes both Pope and Kiara laugh. “I’m never visiting,” Kiara states, still chuckling.

“What are you gonna do, (y/n)?” Kiara asks.

The girl lifts her head from JJ’s shoulder, humming in thought. “I don’t know, have to think about it. It’s a lot of money.”

“What about you, JB?” Pope asks. The four of them look over as John B turns.

“To going full Kook,” John B says, raising his beer for a cheers.

“To going full Kook!” The rest repeat, raising their own drinks.

~~

“You guys see that?” JJ whistles. Seated in the front of the HMS Pogue, arm’s propped up on his knee’s, JJ watches as (y/n) peels off her t-shirt, leaving her in a bikini top. “That’s the Malibu 24-MXZ, the worlds finest wakesetter. Number one in luxury, quality, and performance. 200K, easy.”

“We picked the wrong parents.” Pope’s voice is monotone as he stares at the boat.

“I hate to break it to you guys, but that’s Topper and his girlfriend,” Kiara states.

(y/n) stares at the boat passing bye, seeing Topper with his arm around Sarah’s waist as they stare back. (y/n) rolls her eyes, lifting her sunglasses off her head to slide them over her eyes. She scoot’s over to JJ, wrapping her arm around his torso and she smiles at Kiara’s next words.

“You don’t have to act like you don’t see us, bitch.”

~~

“All right, keep a look out. We’re behind enemy lines,” JJ sighs as the Twinkie rolls into the driveway of a large hotel. He pulls out the gun from his pocket, looking at John B waves a hand.

“Yo, come on, man. Just put it back,” John B groans.

“What?” JJ protests.

“JJ.”

“You can never be to careful.”

Pope leans his arm on the open window of the passenger seat, looking at the blonde holding the weapon. “Hey, I predict that bringing a weapon to a four-star hotel will likely cause more problems then they solve.”

“Thank you, Pope.”

“I sweat to God, I’m gonna throw that thing in the ocean, JJ. Put it back,” (y/n) says, leaning on the console between the two boys before sitting back next to Kiara.

John B snatches the gun from JJ’s hand and the blonde gives him a look. “You can’t grab a gun like that.”

They all got out of the car and Pope asks, “so, where are we going now?”

“We’re getting on the internet because only rich people have electricity right now,” JJ states. “This way!”

~

“Andrew!” JJ calls out as the Pogue’s walk through a hot kitchen. His finger’s lace through (y/n)’s as they walk, and the girls eyes flick around the room in curiosity. He nods at another staff member, leading the rest of his friends around the space. He reaches down for the food on a plate. “Mama, L, good to see you.”

“JJ!” The woman snaps, slapping the boys hand away.

“See they got the backup generator’s goin’? Kook’s don’t miss a beat.”

~

“Sweet lord, internet!” Pope exclaimed the second he enter’s the empty rooms. He walks up to one of the computers, excitedly sitting in one of the chairs. “I’ve missed you.”

“Hey! Hey! Hey!” John B whispers, placing a folded piece of paper onto the table. “I got the map!”

“Coordinates, please?”

“34° 57′ 30″ north. 75° 55′ 42″ west,” John B says, and the coordinates soon showed up on the map displayed on the computer. “Boom, continental shelf right there.”

“Well, if it’s off the deep end, it’s not gonna be much of a treasure hunt, is it?”

John B sigh’s at Pope’s response, continuing to stare at the screen as the map zooms in. “C’mon baby. C’mon,” JJ mutters. Although his head turns around when he hears footsteps and laughter from outside.

“Shit,” (y/n) says. “It’s on the high side. It’s only 900 feet.” Pope turns to give her a look.

“That’s not that deep,” JJ states. 

 “Is that doable or something?” Kiara asked.

“Yeah, totally doable,” JJ replied.

“Okay, will we be taking your personal submarine?” Pope’s voice was sarcastic.

“How do you know this, Mr. Dive Master?” John B asked, raising a hand in the air in question.

“The salvage yard!” JJ says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “They got a drone that can drop 1,000. It has a 360 camera and everything. It’s for, like, deep dives and stuff. It’s exactly what we need.”

“And, can your dad get his grimy little hands on it?” John B questions.

“Well my dad’s little grimy hands got his ass fired. I guess the salvage captain frowns on showin’ up shitfaced, turns out. But the drone’s there. It’s in the impound yard out back.”

“How much did you say was on the Royal Merchant, again?” (y/n) asks.

“Four hundred million,” both John and JJ clarify. Pope runs to the door, guarding it with his body so no one can leave.

“Four hundred million dollars,” (y/n) repeats in disbelief. She runs up to the door, attempting to shove Pope away.

“No. Absolutely not. Absolutely not. No!” Pope states.

“Pope, move!” (y/n) pushes the boys arms away, opening the door with JJ right behind her. She waves for everyone else with her hand, “come on.”

“Can’t we do anything legal for money?” Pope complains.

~~

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

[izzymaybank]

how often do you update BBF?

I'm trying to update every 4-5 days. I'm really busy with school right now cause my teachers all suck lmao.

[izzymaybank]

Brothers Best Friend

JJ Maybank x Routledge!Reader

Word Count: 2,664

Summary: After inspecting a lighthouse, and nearly getting arrested, John B nearly gives up on finding out what happened to his father. But that’s until he figure’s out what Redfield means.

Pairing(s): John B x twin sister!reader JJ Maybank x girlfriend!reader Kiara and Pope x bestfriend!reader

Notes: reader uses she/her pronouns. 

Warnings: smoking, fighting, graveyard (?)

BBF MASTERLIST

“I mean it’s obvious, right? A family heirloom. What better place to hide a message? He had to know it was gonna get back to either me or (y/n), right?”

Sitting in the back of the van, (y/n) rolls her eyes at her brother's continuous theories. Her head rests against JJ’s shoulder, her fingers laced with his as her other hand fiddles with the hem of her shirt. JJ rests his head on top of (y/n)’s, the hand not locked with hers tapping against the floor.

“Yeah,” Kiara nods. “It’s possible.”

“It could also be possible that you’re concocting wild theories to help, you know.” Pope pauses, hesitantly flicking his eyes between John B and (y/n). “Deal with your sad feels.”

“Bro, you know how I process my sad feels,” JJ suddenly says. “Dank nugs and the stickiest of ickies, that’s how I do it.”

“I’m not concocting, okay?” John B defends. “Our dad is trying to send us a message, right (y/n)?”

“Sure, whatever.”

“If it helps you believe, John B,” Kiara says, her voice soft.

“Look, I-I don’t need a therapy session, okay?” John stutters. “Look, I’m not trippin’ out.”

“It’s okay to trip, bro, but-”

John B cuts JJ off, “look our dad is missing, okay? Missing. You don’t know what it’s like to have one of the people closest to you vanish and then have no idea what happened. Just wake up every morning wondering.”

“It’s been almost a year,” Kiara says, shaking her head.

“Hey, he could have been kidnapped,” JJ suggests. “That’s definitely a possibility.”  

“Yeah, could be in a Soviet sub getting interrogated by the KGB somewhere,” Pope pipes up.

“Absolutely, uh... or Atlantis.”

“JJ,” Kiara says. “Look, what do you think the message is?”

“Redfield.” Is the only word that comes out of John B’s mouth.

~~

The van stops, and the Pogue’s all climb out of the car. They all look up to see a white house across the water. John B turns towards the rest of the group and walks up to JJ. “Right. You’re gonna post up and look out for bogeys, okay?”

“Wait... why me?” JJ asks.

“Because you’re not coming,” Pope states.

“Why?”

“Look JJ, there are independent and dependent variables. And you’re independent, we don’t know what you’ll do,” Pope yells.

“Shut up, shut up,” JJ hisses. 

“Listen to me for a second,” John B says, gaining both boys’ attention. “Pope, you stand look out with JJ. Okay? If we get split up, we meet back at JJ’s house.”

“Great,” both Kiara and (y/n) say. With a small nod, Kiara and John B start walking to the fence. Smiling softly, (y/n) presses a kiss to JJ’s lips, a hand on his neck before following her best friend and her brother when they yell for her to hurry up.

The three of them hop over the fence while JJ and Pope stay back, already arguing. As John B, Kiara, and (y/n) enter the lighthouse, they immediately look up at the large staircase.

“Remind me what we’re looking for again?” Kiara asks.

“We’ll know it when we see it,” John B states. The three of them start walking up the stairs, loud creaking noises echoing through the lighthouse every time they take a step. When they finally get to the top, they come across a large metal door. John B raises a fist, knocking on the door.

“Nobody home,” John says when he’s met with nothing but silence. As soon as the words leave his mouth the door creaks open, and an old man peaks through the open crack. He stares blankly at the three teens.

“Um... we’re here for the lighthouse,” John B says, awkwardly.

“The lighthouse is closed,” the man replies, a distinct southern accent flowing through the room. John B opens his mouth to say something else but the man slams the door shut, and the sound of the lock clicking could be heard through the other side.

“Actually, we... we aren’t here about the lighthouse. We’re here about the, um, the Royal Merchant.” John B locks eyes with (y/n), who’s eyes shift away when the door opens back up. 

“Then you came to the right place,” the man says, peering at them from atop his glasses. “I know more, watch your step there, about the Royal Merchant then anyone in Kildare County.

“Holy shit,” (y/n) mutters when she looks out at the view, then to the floor, seeing how high up they are.

“Now the Merchant,” the man starts. “Disappeared in the graveyard of the Atlantic in 1829.”

“With four hundred million,” John B and (y/n) say.

“Correct. You two are a bit of a Merchanteer yourselves, huh?”

“Uh... somethin’ like that.”

“Well follow me,” the man smiles. “I wanna show you somethin’.”

He leads the three of them around the lighthouse, “I’ve been workin’ 30 years up here. The views never changed till two days ago. The points almost gone. One more storm like that, it’ll take the lighthouse. I’ll go with her. Now, the trick to knowin’ where the Merchant is... is knowin’ whether she was on the north end or the south end of the eye of the storm.”

The three of them follow, attempting to avoid the gaping holes in the floor. “Now, most experts believe that she was on the south end. Now, she’s on the south end, the bands from the hurricane would have pushed her back out to sea. But I don’t believe that. Uh-uh. I believe she was on the north end of the eye. Which means the bands would have pushed her...”

“Closer to shore,” John B finishes.

“That’s right. Now, by my calculations, the Royal Merchant, is about ten miles thataway. Come on. Come on.” The man leads the three of them back inside, pointing to a map pinned to the wall. “Right here is where the Point used to be. My calculations say the Merchant’s right about there, down about 1,000 feet.”

“That’s what my dad used to say,” John B smiled.

“Yup,” the man muttered.

“Yeah, I- I know this is weird, all right? Do you know anything about this?” John B asks, pulling out the compass from his pocket. The man stares at him with widened eyes. “Look, it- it says Redfield in the back, in my dad’s handwriting. I don’t know why I’m here, but I feel like I’m supposed to be here. Do- do you have anything to give me, or to...”

The man walks away, leaving the three of them to follow him. “Where are you going?”

The man opens a door in the roof, climbing out. “Wait a minute. Look. Look, man, I know this is weird. I just thought, hoped, maybe you would know something about this, all right?”

“Sir, you won’t believe what they’ve been through in the past 24 hours. I mean threatened, shot at, home invaded.”

“Home invaded.”

“Our rooster was killed,” (y/n) added.

“Look man, our dad wanted us to talk to you, okay? So if there’s anything you can think of that would help us, please, just tell us, okay?” John B grabs onto the man’s collar. “Please!”

“John B,” (y/n) warns. 

“If you know anything, just- just-”

Suddenly, a radio beep flows through the room. The man has a walkie talkie to his mouth, saying, “Wanda, I got two kids on drugs up here at the lighthouse. Call the police.”

John B grabs the man’s hand, attempting to snatch the device from his hand. He smashes the mans hand into the glass wall, causing it to shatter.

“What are you doing?” Kiara asks.

“It was an accident.” John B stares down at the man groaning in pain.

“John B we have to go!” (y/n) says, following Kiara down the stairs. John follows after her, cursing. The three of them run down the long staircase of the lighthouse. Panting, the three of them make it outside just in time to see the Twinkie driving away.

“Seriously?” Kiara groans. “Shit, this way, this way.”

They all continue running, hopping over the fence.

~~

“Hey, look, you’ve gotta admit, that was kind of promising,” John B says, walking up a hill with the two girls behind him. “I mean, dad, the Royal Merchant, the ranger, the Royal Merchant. I mean, coincidence? I don’t think so.”

“It’s his job to know about shipwrecks,” (y/n) counters.

“Okay, but the Royal Merchant?”

“That’s like the most famous shipwreck of all time!” Kiara exclaims. “Redfield’s one of the most common names in the Outer Banks. That could mean anything. Look, as wild goose chases go, this was a really good one.”

“Look I don’t know, maybe we missed something at the lighthouse. We should- we should go back.”

Kiara stares at him, the both of them ignoring (y/n) as she walks ahead, seeming to give them a moment. She turns around, seeing Kiara pull John B into a tight but short hug. Although she quickly turns away with widened eyes when she see’s her brother pull Kiara into a kiss.

She can vaguely hear John apologize, but she mostly tunes them out, attempting to figure out where the fuck they are. But she freezes when she hears the siren of a cop car.

“Routledge!” A cop yells. “I got you, son.” He gets out of the car, walking towards the boy. “Now why don’t you just be chill and not make me chase you?”

Kiara stands behind John B, grabbing the compass out of his hand when he holds it out to her. 

“You too, (y/n),” the officer says, beckoning the girl over with a wave of a hand. She does, sighing when he places handcuffs around her wrists.

~~

“I feel for you kids, I really do,” officer Peterkin says. “I know since they never found your dad, a part of you thinks he might walk through that door someday. I don’t blame you. But goin’ on fandango’s ain’t gonna bring him back.”

(y/n) leans forward in her chair, eye flicking from Peterkin to her brother. 

“He’s been missin’ at sea for nine months. You’re fathers dead.”

“You don’t know that.” John B’s voice breaks. He keeps his gaze on the floor, eyes glassy.

“Yeah I do,” Peterkin confirms. “And as hard as it is, it’d be best for you two to accept it and move on. You been runnin’ around, gettin’ caught up in things that do not involve either of you. And now you in a heap of trouble. It’s not just foster care we’re talkin’ about. It’s assault, battery, JD time.”

Peterkin sighs, standing up from her desk and walks towards the window. “I can still help you out, but we gotta do a little tit for tat. And this time, you gotta tat a whole lot better. I know you’ve gotten hold of a compass.”

Both of the twins freeze.

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” John B mutters.

“I know you took it off the wreck. There ain’t much that happens in the OBX that I don’t hear about eventually.”

(y/n) shakes her head. “Okay, what do you want with this compass?”

“It’s evidence in an investigation. I’m gonna need it. Otherwise I’m charging you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” John B repeats, voice flat. “We don’t have a compass.”

~~

After a while, the three of them leave the police station after Kiara’s dad picks her up. The Routledge’s follow the Carrera’s down the steps, cringing when they hear him yell.

“If you skip out on your bail, and I loose my money, I’m gonna hunt you down and skin you,” he said, looking back at the twins.

“Dad!” Kiara protests.

“Cut it.”

“Thank you Mr. C,” they both start but they get cut off quickly.

“Don’t thank me.”

The three Pogue’s walk around Mr. Carrera’s truck, and Kiara pulls the compass from her back pocket.

“Get in.”

“Give me a sec.” Kiara rolls her eyes, handing the small object over. “Good. You two are gonna be good.”

“Kiara,” her father snaps. Kiara opens the door and gets inside. (y/n) can hear her father speaking to her from inside, but she only ignores them.

~~

“You mind if I just relax on this one?” JJ asks from the back of the van. Somehow, John B had convinced everyone to join him on another crazy ‘adventure’. John B drives while Kiara sits next to him in the passengers seat. Pope sits in the back, looking out the window. (y/n) sits cross-legged beside him, her thumb rubbing back and forth on JJ’s hand.

“It’s been a long day,” the blonde continues. “And a lot of weird stuff’s gone down. I’m just gonna lay low. Oh, did you want a hit of this?” JJ holds the blunt out to Pope, who rejects it with a raise of his hand.

“I.. keep the signal clear.”

“Dude, okay,” JJ sighs. “Do you understand that your problem is that you don’t get creative? If you got creative then-”

John B interrupts him. “Look, I- I know I was wrong about the lighthouse, all right? And wrong about everything else going on. But I was right about one thing. Our dad is trying to tell us something.”

~~

“John B, what is this place?” (y/n) asked, nearly tripping over a root in the ground. JJ wraps an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into his side, making sure she won’t fall.

“Shut up,” John B shushes, shutting the girl up. “Okay so, you know how you’re trying to remember a song and you can’t remember who sings it?” John B led his friends towards a giant grave.

(y/n) nodded.

“So, Redfield. I thought it was a place, right? But it’s not a place.” John B directed his lantern upwards, shining the light onto the engraved letters in the stone. “It’s a person.”

“Voi-effing-là,” JJ says, eye’s flickering over name.

“See, our great-great-grandmother, Olivia Redfield. That was her maiden name. Help me with the door.” Both JJ and Pope walk towards their best friend, they all push at the heavy door, bickering as they complain about the weight.

 Suddenly, the three of them jump back when a loud hissing echo’s through the night air. A large snake slithers through a crack in the stone.

“That’s a moccasin, all right? Ye olde Dr. Cottonmouth. Death in tall grass!” JJ starts barking at the reptile, making his girlfriend furrow her brows. 

“JJ, shut up!” Kiara snaps.

Pope slaps his shoulder, “you’re gonna wake the dead, man.”

“They’re afraid of dogs. Everyone knows that, man,” JJ defends. He suddenly stops John B and (y/n) when they walk closer to the door. “Wait, hold one. If there’s one, there’s probably dozens.”

“Come on,” John B says.

“You’re scaring me, dude,” (y/n) exclaims. Despite her annoyance, she tightly grabs onto his hand, intertwining their fingers. (y/n) scoffed when JJ started loudly barking into the air.

“Stop barking at the snakes,” John B sighed, exasperated. 

“Look, John,” Pope says, shushing JJ when he tries to speak once again. “Shut up, John. We’re not gonna get in there, all right? It’s not budging. We should probably just go.”

“I can get through,” Kiara suddenly says. Four heads turn towards her.

“What?” (y/n) questions. “No, no, no, no. You think your gonna fit through the hole?”

“Look, this is about your dad.” Kiara shine’s the light in the brunette girls eyes, causing her to squint. “And honestly, I really don’t believe in it, but you two deserve to know the truth. I’ll do it.”

The three boys pull sticks away from the door while (y/n) leaned against the wall. She clasped her hands together, creating a boost for her best friend. 

“Remind me what we’re looking for,” Kiara asked.

John B stared blankly ahead. “You’ll know when you see it.”

“Oh my god,” Kiara mutters when she had finally gotten into the hole.

What’d she find?

~~

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[izzymaybank]

Brothers Best friend

JJ Maybank x Routledge!Reader

Word Count: 2,371

Summary: Convinced that the clue found onboard the boat connects to their missing father, the Routledge twins lead their friends on an increasingly frantic search for answers.

Pairing(s): John B x twin sister!reader JJ Maybank x girlfriend!reader Pope and Kiara x bestfriend!reader

Notes: reader uses she/her pronouns.

Warnings: Smoking, murder of a dead animal, glass breaking, if there’s anything else let me know!!

BBF MASTERLIST

“I’m just saying, I don’t understand why you won’t at least try with Kiara. She clearly likes you,” JJ says from the passenger seat. JJ fakes a small moan, “she’s like, ‘oh John B.”

“Is that what she does?”

“She’s sketching about you diving, and then she kissed you!”

“She kissed me on the cheek,” John B protests. “It’s not like we were making out or something.”

“Low hanging fruit, bro. Don’t pretend you don’t notice. I see it in your eyes. Your like ‘I kinda like that’ and you start blushing.”

“I blush?”

“Yeah.”

(y/n)’s loud groan from the backseat causes both of the boys to look over their shoulders. Her body laid across the floor, an arm covering her eyes from the sun streaming in through the windows. “Will you both shut up?” She said, annoyed. “It’s so early.”

John B scoffs and JJ grabs for the compass sitting on the dash board, pushing John B’s hand away when the boy attempts to snatch it back. “I’m just looking at it! I gotta admit, your dad's compass in Scooters boat? That’s freaky.”

(y/n) sits up, leaning her arms on the panel between her brother and boyfriend. “Yeah, that’s why we’re going to talk to Ms. Lana, figure this whole thing out.”

“I’m sure she would just love to talk to us,” JJ huffs. “It’s not like her husband just drowned or anything.”

The radio shuts off as the three of them arrive at the house. Gravel crunches under (y/n)’s feet as she walks beside JJ.

“You know what this house looks like?” John B asks. 

“Whoever lives here smokes too much weed,” JJ states. They all slow to a stop when they hear glass breaking inside. (y/n)’s hand automatically latches around JJ’s wrist, her other one fisting into her shorts. The two boys turn to look at each other, JJ saying ‘they should come back later’ while John B only tells him to shut up.

Suddenly, a woman - Lana - cries out. 

“Your hurting me!” 

“Uh..” (y/n) mumbles wearily, but her brother only raises a hand, shushing her without words. They run over to the side of the house, JJ shoving his best friend down when John B looks through the window. 

“The compass wasn’t in the boat!” A deep, gruff voice yells from inside. (y/n) furrows her brows and looks over at the boys.

Compass?

“Where is it, Lana?!” The same voice asks. 

“I don’t know,” Lana cries, sobs racking through her body. JJ grabs his girlfriends hand, holding on tightly as he stares at the ground, stiff as a board. Another glass shatters, the force of it breaking causing the walls to shake. Chipped paint falls from the window, and (y/n) rakes her fingers through her hair, attempting to get rid of the paint chunks.

The back door of the house swings open. Since (y/n) is closest to the corner, both boys immediately pull her back. JJ grabs onto the brunette’s waist and lifts her off the ground slightly, pulling her in the middle between both boys. She protests, but John B cuts her off with a small glare. 

Lana continues to cry inside, and the three Pogue’s watch intently as the two men - the one’s who shot at them yesterday - storm away. After hearing the engine start, they all watch as the boat begins to drive off. When it’s far enough, (y/n) pushes her body away from JJ’s, opening the door and walking into the house. The two boys follow her, hissing at her to slow down.

“Miss Lana?” She asks aloud, looking around the trashed living room. She finds the woman curled up in the bathroom, her chest heaving with sobs. The girl runs towards the woman, and small cuts cover Miss Lana’s face.

“Hey, hey! It’s okay. Do you need a doctor?” (y/n) immediately asks.

“Guys, she’s tweaking,” JJ says.

“John B, call the sheriff’s department,” (y/n) orders, placing her hand on Miss Lana’s shoulder.

“No, no, no, no. No cops, please,” Miss Lana protests, holding her arm in pain.

“Mm, that’s not good,” JJ mutters. “Come on, guys. Lets just go.”

“You shouldn’t be here.” Miss Lana immediately breaks into hysterics. 

“What do you know about these guys?” John B questions.

“They were looking for something,” Miss Lana says, voice strained from tears. John B’s eyes widen and he digs around in his pocket, pulling out Big John’s compass.

“Does it have anything to do with this?” The woman stares at it, fear in her eyes. “Do you know anything about this? This is my fathers, and Scooter had it. Why?”

“Scooter didn’t have it, okay?” Miss Lana sobs. “Don’t tell anyone that you have that! They can’t know that you have that! You gotta get outta here!”

“Why? Why?” John B demands. “What do you know about the compass?”

“John B, that’s enough,” (y/n) says, shoving her brothers hand down. “We’re going, Miss Lana.”

(y/n) then pushes her brother out of the room, grabbing JJ’s arm to pull him with her.

~~

“And then we were right outside like this,” JJ starts. He leans up against the wall of the Château. “And all we hear is just, ‘Bam! Bam! Bam!’. Knockin’ paint of the wall, G! From the inside. All right? And I’m looking at him like-” JJ point’s to John B, then walks towards Pope and Kiara, who sit on the couches. “Wait, first off, look at this shit.”

The two of them look at JJ in disgust when he shakes his hair, small white pieces falling to the ground. “That’s dandruff, disgusting,” Kiara says, making a face.

“Okay, thank you.” Pope pushes JJ away.

“Look at all that.” JJ gestures to the flecks. “That’s paint. At that point, I was just, like... I’m waiting for death.”

“O-okay,” Pope stutters. “So you saw the guys that shot at us, right?”

“Yeah,” (y/n) breathes.

“Did you get a good description of them? What’d they look like?”

“Yeah, anything helpful,” Kiara chimes.

“Anything we could bring to a police report, maybe?”

JJ stares in the distance before shaking his head, turning towards the two questioning him. “Burly,” is the only thing he says.

“Burly?” Pope repeats, brow furrowed.

“Yeah, you know, like-”

“That’s not very helpful,” Kiara states.

“Okay, well, no, like the type of guy at my dad’s garage. I mean, you know he made cargo hides for drug smugglers,” JJ says.

“Yeah. Yes. No, we know,” Kiara sighs.

“I can tell you with full confidence, these boys, these killers.” JJ pulls out a blunt and takes a quick drag, blowing out the smoke before he says, “they’re square groupers.”

“They’re square groupers?” Pope asks. “Like narco square grouper? Like Pablo Escobar square grouper?”

“Yeah, man,” JJ breathes.

“You guys,” Kiara says, amusement lacing her voice. “Not everything is a kingpin movie.”

Pope ignores her. “Okay, what does this square grouper look like? Specifically?”

“You weren’t there, bro-”

“Because apparently, you don’t know what to look for!”

“Dude!” JJ snaps. “I wasn’t taking little mental Polaroids the entire time. I was under duress, okay? But I can tell you... I can tell you that by the way Ms. Lana was screaming these guys are serious, serious hombres, man.”

John B flicks open his fathers compass.

“It’s a heavy vibe right now,” JJ states. “I’m not liking this very much.”

“Why would they want the compass?” Kiara asks aloud.

“It’s a piece of shit. You couldn’t pawn it off for five bucks if you wanted to.” Pope raises his hands in defense at the hard glare (y/n) pins on him. “Sorry.”

“The office,” John B suddenly says.

“What?” (y/n) mutters softly.

John B stares at his sister, compass clutched tightly in his hand. “Dad. Dad’s office.” John B moves around JJ, walking into the house. (y/n) follows after him, her brows furrowed. “He always kept the office locked because he was worried about his competitors stealing his Royal Merchant research. We used to laugh at him like he was gonna find it.”

“We left it the same,” (y/n) states. “Since he’s gone.”

“Yeah, for when he get’s back,” Kiara says with a small, hopeful smile. (y/n) gaze shifts over to her best friend as John B unlocks the padlock, opening the door. 

“I’ve slept over here like 600 times.” Pope steps into the office after Kiara. “And I’ve never seen this door opened.”

Kie hums in response and John B grabs a bulletin board off of the wall. He points to a picture pinned onto it. “Here, look. This is the original owner, right here.”

“Okay,” (y/n) sighs, leaning forward to get a better look at the photo. “Robert Q. Routledge, 1880 to 1920. There’s the lucky compass, right there.” She hands the photo to Kiara after pointing out the small metal object.

“Actually, um..” John B awkwardly starts, “he was shot right after he bought it. Then the compass was shipped back to Henry. Henry was killed in a crop-dusting accident when he had the compass. After he died, the compass was given to Stephen. Stephen had the compass with him when he died in Vietnam.”

“Let me guess, he died in action, right?” JJ asks.

“Sort of,” John B says. “Uh, actually he was killed by a banana truck. In-in country.”

“Anyways,” (y/n) says, brows furrowed. “After that, Stephen passed the compass down to dad.” (y/n)’s eyes scan over the notes. “And according to dad, I’m the first female Routledge by blood in over six generations.”

“Sound’s like there’s a reoccurring theme here,” JJ hums.

“Yeah, you guys have a death compass,” Pope says, looking between the two twins.

“No, we do not have a death compass.” John B rolls his eyes.

“You have a death compass,” Pope repeats.

“Seriously guys, get rid of it. It’s cursed and it’s made it’s way back to you,” JJ states.

John B crouches down in front of Big Johns desk. He looks up to his sister. “Look, dad used to talk about this compartment in here. Soldiers used to hide secret notes.”

(y/n) takes the compass from John’s hands and untwists it, protesting when her brother snatches it back. He turns it over, eyes squinting at the writing carved inside. “That wasn’t there before.”

“That’s dad’s hand writing,” (y/n) states.

“How can you know that?” Pope asks.

“Because he does these weird R’s with the-” John B holds up the compass so it’s in Pope’s view. “See it?”

“Can I see it?” JJ asks, and John B adjusts his hand.

“Red- Rout- No I think that’s an A.”

“It says Redfield,” (y/n) chimes. 

“Right.”

“Okay, well, what’s Redfield?” Kiara questions.

“Beside’s the most common name in the country,” Pope sighs and (y/n) runs a hand through her hair.

“Maybe it’s a clue,” (y/n) said hopefully, and John B looks up at her. “Maybe it’s a clue to where he’s hiding.”

“A clue?” Pope heaves. “Come on, that’s-”

Kiara stares at him with a blank look, slightly shaking her head. Frowning, Pope corrects himself, “but if it is a clue, maybe it’s an Anagram?”

John stood up excitedly. “Yes. Perfect. Anagram. You need paper.”

Pope shakes his head at the rooster outside. “How can you concentrate with that thing constantly crowing at you?”

“JJ loves the rooster,” (y/n) says.

“I love the rooster,” Kiara repeats.

(y/n)’s eyes shift to the window when she hears a soft rumble from outside. Her hand reaches out to her brother's arm. “John,” she says, patting his muscle to gain his attention. “John B, someone’s here.”

Everyone moves up behind her, looking through the glass to see a black car rolling in. “Guys,” Kiara panics. “Guys, is that them?”

“No,” JJ sighs, sounding both defeated and frustrated.

“Is that them?”

“This is suboptimal.” Pope watches as John B pins JJ to the wall.

“Where’s the gun?” John asks.

“Gun?” JJ exhales. “I, uh, I can’t-”

“Now you don’t have the gun, the one time we need the gun?” Kiara sobs. (y/n) reaches out a hand for her, which Kiara takes and tightly holds.

JJ puts a hand to his forehead, stuttering as he says, “it was in my backpack, and then I-”

“On the porch.” John B points to the door.

“On the porch.” JJ opens the door and runs out, quickly making his way through the house, but he quickly turns around when one of the two men yells out a loud, “John Routledge!”

“Guys,” Kiara sobs.

JJ runs back into the room, closing the door softly behind him. “They’re on the front porch.”

The blonde runs to the window, roughly pulling on it even though it doesn’t move an inch. “Why’s it taking so long?” Kiara asks.

“It’s painted shut,” JJ grunts, pulling harder. His eyes fall to (y/n), who stands frozen in place, staring at the door with widened eyes. He walks closer to her, Kiara taking his spot while holding a switch blade.

“Hey,” he whispers, grabbing her hand. He starts pulling her towards him. “Come on. You gotta come with me, yeah?” With a small nod, the girl steps closer to JJ, walking to the now opened window. Just as all of them slide out of the room, the office door swings open.

John B is the last to drop into the chicken pen, looking over to his sister in worry as she gasps heavily. JJ’s arms wrap around her shoulders, pulling (y/n) down as to not be seen.

“Do something, Pope. Shut that thing up,” JJ hisses, flinching when the rooster crows again.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Pet it or something,” (y/n) cries. “Or talk to it, I don’t know.”

The sound of a trunk slamming echoes through the bullpen, and they all crouch a little lower on instinct. (y/n) lets out a small squeak as JJ reaches out and grabs the animals throat, snapping it’s neck. JJ’s jaw clenches as he pauses, silently leaning backwards away from the dead animal.

JJ slides an arm around (y/n)’s shoulder, pulling her face to his chest as she lets out a sob. John B grabs Kiara’s hand as she leans her head against the wall, tears streaming down her face.

~~

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

[izzymaybank]

Brothers Best Friend

JJ Maybank x Routledge!Reader

Word Count: 3,859

Summary: Attempting to lay low, the Pogue’s throw a Kegger, but things don’t go as planned when someone pulls out a gun.

Pairing(s): John B x twin sister!reader JJ Maybank x girlfriend!reader Pope and Kiara x bestfriend!reader

Notes: The reader uses she/her pronouns. (y/e/c) = your eye colour

Warnings: Underage drinking, guns, John B nearly drowns, Topper

BBF MASTERLIST

On either side of a barrel of beer is John B and JJ. They pick it up, carrying it up the beach. Pope holds a plastic bag full of plastic cups, Kiara holds a bag on her back, and (y/n) holds a pump in her hand. They all climb over a fallen branch and bring their supplies over to a large open area. (y/n) throws the pump over to JJ, who catches it and attaches it to the barrel. They fill cups with beer and each take one.

Soon, the beach is filled with people. Most crowd around the source of drinks, but others do spread out.

“Alright, you can’t understand the Outer Banks without understanding the boneyard. It’s kinda like a three-layered burrito.”

John B hands a drink to the people in front of him saying, “what’s up homie?”

“What’s up, man?”

“There’s us and our friends, the working class derelicts from the cut. Then there are the Kooks. The rich second-homers.”

John B hands a drink to a guy wearing sunglasses, who takes it roughly, beer spilling everywhere.

“They’re mostly from poncey-ass boarding schools, just rich trustafarian posers. Our natural enemies. And then, there are the Tourons. Totally clueless. Here on vacation for a week with their families. ”

“You wanna beer?” John B asks, handing a red solo cup to a girl wearing thick glasses and a large sunhat. She takes it. JJ, John B, Kiara and (y/n) crowd around the barrel, greeting new people. John B then offers a drink to a pretty girl, who smiles and takes it gratefully.  

“Chum for the sharks.”

JJ and the pretty girl from before link arms and drink their respective drinks, seeming to be in a contest on who can finish first. JJ gives her a high-five when she wins, laughing. He stands up on a fallen branch, but looses his balance and falls over, singing, “we are family!”

Off to the side sits John B and a Touron, laughing and talking quietly. Pope and Kiara sit with their own Tourons, talking about whatever comes to mind. JJ and (y/n) stand nearby, but far enough that people can’t hear what their talking about. One of (y/n)’s arm wraps around her boyfriends neck while JJ’s unoccupied hand rests on her waist, his other one holding a beer. (y/n)’s chin sit’s on the blonde’s shoulder, and JJ presses his mouth onto her’s in a sweet kiss.

A girl in a blue dress with pink flowers climbs up an abandoned lifeguard stand, staring at the sea. A boy standing in the sand looks up at her, yelling at her to be careful. Kiara slowly walks over, her smile dropping when she catches sight of the blonde. “What is she doing here?” She asks. John B turns to look behind him before following her line of sight. 

“That’s Sarah Cameron, Kook princess. Kiara’s best friend in the ninth grade, worst enemy in the tenth grade. I work on her dad’s boats, so, you know, I’ve seen her around. But then that’s Topper, her not so pleasant boyfriend. Topper actually thinks Pogue’s were bred to mow lawns. ”

~~

The sun had now set, and the full moon sat high in the sky. The beach was filled with chatter and JJ whistled, walking towards the Routledge twins. 

“Yo!” JJ calls.

“What are you doing?” John B asks, turning away from his sister.

“What’s up my dog? I got this for you.” JJ hands the cup over to his best friend, who looks down. “You want this one?”

“For me? Yeah, I’ll take a sip.”

JJ stands next to (y/n), wrapping his arm around her waist and pressing a long kiss to her lips. Although, as Topper and Sarah walk by, the two boys being as cocky and arrogant towards each other as they were, a fight soon breaks out. Topper smacks the beer into JJ’s face and the blonde shoves the other boy. John B steps back and the two girls attempt to break it up before the fight gets too out of control. John B pulls JJ back and (y/n) keeps a hand on his chest, as to make sure he doesn’t continue the argument.

“Dirty Pogue’s!” Topper yells. John B suddenly turns around and shoves the Kook backwards.

“Oh!” Sarah gasps. Topper punches John B in the face, despite his girlfriend trying to calm him down. In a matter of seconds, Topper had John B in the water, attempting to drown the boy. (y/n) yells for him to stop, tears streaming down her face as she tries to break from Kiara’s arms. Just when things couldn’t get any worse, JJ pulls out a gun and holds it to the back of Topper’s head. 

“Yeah, you know what that is,” JJ says, pressing it further into the boys skull. Pope, Kiara, and Sarah scream at JJ to put the gun away, while (y/n) stays on the ground. Everyone at the beach runs when they catch sight of the gun. 

Topper steps back from John B, yelling, “were good! Were good!”

As soon as the Kook is far enough, (y/n) runs towards her brother, pulling him out of the water. Her hands are on his face, asking him questions but he doesn’t answer them, only staring at the girl. JJ yells for everyone to get of the island, and starts fighting Pope when he starts to grab the blonde’s shoulder. John B’s ears a ringing, and right when (y/n) loosens her hold on him, he falls back, creating a splash as he falls into the ocean.

~~

It’s the next morning, and John B’s eyes shoot open only to land on a cop. She stares at him and says, “get decent, Sweetie. We need to talk.”

After the boy does get decent he walks into the living room. (y/n) sits in a chair at the dining table. She fiddles with one of the many beer bottles that lay across the table, eyes looking up when she see’s her brother walking into the room.

“Sorry to break in like this, but DCS called,” the officer says, leaning against the wall. “They wanted me to check in on you two. See how you’re doin’.” The woman turns to look at John B, gesturing to the bruise around his eye. “How are you? Besides the...”

“Oh, no, I’m- I’m great. We’re great. Yeah, fantastic. Uh... thanks for comin’ by.” John B walks over to (y/n), who grabs his hand, using her eyes to ask him if he’s okay. John B nods at her, turning to look at the officer once again. 

“I’m so glad to hear you say that, John B, but I heard a few things that worried me.” John B grabs a couple beer bottles and brings them to the kitchen. “Let me see if I can remember. Oh yeah. One of the things I heard was that your uncle Teddy, your guardian, hasn’t been in the state for three months.”

Both of the twins freeze. 

“Yeah that’s false,” John B says.

“You don’t have to say anything,” the cop dismisses. “I know it’s true. I called the school. They said you used to be a good student, but now you’re failin’ all your classes.” She gestures to (y/n). “Well he’s failin, you’re fine.”

“No, no,” John B says hurriedly. “I’m only failing one, and it’s history. The dude’s a dick. He’s out for me-”

“I heard there was a fight on the beach yesterday, and a gun was involved.”

“Okay. Gun?” John B questions. “No. Did I, we, get in a dustup? Yes. But was there a gun? No, no way.”

“No way,” (y/n) repeats.

“That’s okay. I know who it was, I’ll get to him,” the officer says, nonchalantly. (y/n) freezes, then curses under her breath but neither of the others seem to notice. “All I’m worried about right now is making sure you two are in a safe home.”

“Yeah,” John B scoffs and taps the table. “Super safe. Super sound, sturdy. You know?”

“And uncle T’s coming back,” (y/n) pipes up and the woman turns to look at her.

“Is that what he told you?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, if he is coming, I think you should be allowed to stay.”

“Thank you,” John B mutters.

“But if I stick my neck out for you, you have to help me. Tit for tat.”

“What- what does tat mean?” John B asks.

“Let me see how you can help me. Oh I know. So a body was found in the marsh yesterday. Were you in the marsh yesterday?” She asks, walking closer to the taller boy.

 John B nods. “Yeah, we were fishin’ for some drum.”

“You find anything?” The police officer asks.

“Nah, we were skunked,” John B sighed.

“Strange. Fishing’s usually good after a storm. All sorts of things get stirred up. You come across a wreck yesterday?” She asks, looking from John B to (y/n), then back to John B once more.

“No,” John B mutters.

The officer sighs in disappointment. “You skimmin’ just above the surface, John B, (y/n).” She uses her hand to gesture as she continue’s to speak. “Now down here, is foster care, juvie. Pretty big drop for smart kids like you two. Up here, is you and your little friends doing whatever you want. Outer Banks... or foster care on the Mainland.”

The boy sits in a chair next to his sister. “You one inch above the surface. If I were one of you, I’d start flappin’ my wings. Now you sure you didn’t come across a wreck yesterday?”

“Yeah, yeah we’re sure,” (y/n) says with a small smile.

The officer leans down, hand on the back of John B’s chair. “It’s better if you didn’t, you understand? I’m gonna look the other way, as long as you two stay out of the marsh. I’ve got dogs livin’ better than this, you guys. You might wanna think about cleanin’ up.”

And with that, the officer leaves. (y/n) flinches slightly as John B throws a can at the wall, running his hands through his hair.

~~

“Look, I’m callin’ it off. All right?” John B says, breaking the quiet atmosphere. Kiara stopped playing the bongo’s, JJ stopped throwing things into the water, Pope looked up from his book, and (y/n) raised her head from where they were buried in her arms.

John gestures to him and his sister. “Peterkin said, if we stay out of the marsh, she’ll help us with DCS.”

“And you believed her?” JJ asked.

“Yes, I believe her, JJ,” John B replied. 

“An actual cop, John B. You believed an actual cop.” JJ harshly through a rock into the water.

“All we gotta do is stay out of the marsh for a couple days, and she’ll help us out,” John B yelled. “It doesn’t help that your ass was the one shooting the gun!” 

“You know what I should have done?” JJ asked. “Just let Topper drown your ass.”

“Yeah, because Topper was gonna drown me.”

“Sure looked like it.” JJ stood up and started walking closer to the rest of the group.

“Funny.” John B’s smile was thin.

“Have you looked in a mirror?”

“Keep goin’. Tell me some more. Come on.”

“They always win, don’t they, man?” JJ leaned on a wooden pole. “Kooks versus Pogue’s. They always, always win!” JJ punched a ball that hung from the ceiling.

“It’s okay!” Kiara yelled.

“No, it’s not okay! It is not! They don’t want us to go down to the marsh. That means there’s something valuable down there, and you know it. I know you do.” JJ pointed a finger towards his best friend, and looked down to his girlfriend, who still wasn’t talking to him. 

He then turned to look at Pope. “And I understand why you don’t wanna go. You're the golden boy, you got way too much to risk. And you-”

He turned to Kiara. “I mean, you’re already rich as fuck anyway. Why would you bother?” JJ gestured to the Routledge’s. “But me and you two? We got nothin’ to loose! We really don’t.”

“JJ,” John B said, calmly. 

“And I know it didn’t used to be that way for you.”

“I don’t wanna talk about this. I don’t wanna talk about this.” John B walked out towards the yard, shoving JJ out of the way. JJ followed him, claiming that he has a plan. He placed one of his hands around the other boy's shoulders. 

Although, the rest of them only caught the last few words.

“You don’t see rich kids going into foster care, do you?”

~~

"This is empty. You took empty tanks?” Kiara asked. The Pogue’s had everything they needed to search through the sunken wreck, and the five of them were getting ready to dive in. Kiara checked the last tank she had. “Okay this one’s a quarter full. It’s enough for one of us.”

“Love it when a plan come’s together,” JJ said, slapping a hand against his leg.

“Does anyone know how to dive?” Kiara asked. “Anybody?”

“It’s kind of a Kook sport,” (y/n) states.

“I... read about it,” Pope says.

“Great, Pope read about it, so someone’s gonna die,” Kiara sighed.

“Look,” JJ starts. “Y-you put the thing in your mouth and you breathe. How hard could it be?”

“Well, if you come up to fast, nitrogen gets in your blood, and you get the bends,” Pope says.

“Bends?” JJ questions, leaning foreward. “Like bending forward?”

“The bends kill you.”

“Right.”

John B raised his hand. “I can- I can dive.”

“Yeah you can dive,” JJ says. “I’m cool with that?”

“Since when can you dive?” (y/n) asks.

“I’ll do it. It’s fine.”

Pope stands up and walks to a flat piece next to the wheel. “Let me do some calculations real quick.”

“You serious?” Kiara asks in a whisper-like voice, turning her head towards John B.

Pope took out a pen and paper, drawing a line. “Okay so that boats about thirty feet down, right?”

“Okay.”

“So it’ll take 25 minutes at most at that depth.”

“Twenty-five,” John B muttered.

“Which means you need to make your safety spot at about... ten feet. All right? For two minutes.”

(y/n) then took off her top, leaving her in her bikini top and bottoms before she jumped into the water. The three boys, plus Kiara, turned to look at her. 

“Uh...”

“What was that all about?” Pope asked.

“I don’t know,” JJ said. “But I liked it. A lot.”

Both Pope and JJ cleared their throats as both Kie and John B stared at them.

“Uh so, when you’re down there, you look for the cargo hold.” JJ holds up a small key-looking object. “You stick this thing inside and twist and pull, okay?”

“Hey!” (y/n) called out and they all turned to look at her. “I tied my t-shirt to the anchor chain about ten feet down. It’s where you need to do your safety stop.”

“Cool,” John B said. He then turned to Pope when he hands him something.

“Keep an eye on this. You need to make sure you have enough air to decompress.”

“Okay, how much do I need?” John B asked.

“Unclear. Just breathe as little as possible,” Pope smiled.

“Zen,” JJ says. “Think Zen, you know?”

(y/n) pulls herself into the boat and stands next to JJ as she watches her brother get ready to dive. Kiara walks up to John B, pressing a kiss to his cheek. John’s eyes widen slightly and he asks, “diver down?”

“Diver down,” Kiara confirms. John B then pulls down his goggles and does a pencil dive into the water. As John B searches the Grady-White under the water’s surface, his sister stays above, sitting down on the boat's floor. JJ looked down at her, sighing before he sat down himself.

“You still mad at me?” He asks, turning to look in her (y/e/c) eyes. He received no answer. Ah, the silent treatment. “I can’t stand you not talking to me, baby. I’d rather you yell at me.”

The brunette girl crossed her arms, harshly exhaling. “You put a gun to someones head at a party, JJ.”

“I know that,” JJ said. “But, you’re brother almost drowned so-”

“Stop using that as an excuse,” (y/n) snapped. “I get that that’s why you did it. But John B wouldn’t have had his head in the water if you hadn’t started that fight with Topper in the first place.”

She turned away from the blonde, and could practically feel his eyes flicking over her head. JJ grabbed her hand, sighing in relief when she didn’t push him away. “Okay, you’re right. I’m sorry.”

(y/n) smiled slightly as JJ pressed a soft kiss to the side of her head. “Love you,” he mumbled against her hair. She held his hand tighter, meeting his blue hues.

“Love you, too, J.” The boy grinned, pressing a sweet kiss to her mouth, causing (y/n)’s head to tip backwards. “Still mad, though.”

“Okay,” JJ said, and she could feel the smile against her lips.

“Are you two done?” Pope asked, staring at the lovebirds in mild disgust. (y/n) only rolled her eyes while JJ gave him the finger. Although a loud siren caught their attention. “Shit, JJ,” Pope said, fear lacing his voice.

“Guys, that’s the police,” JJ states, standing up.

“Oh, you’ve gotta be kiddin’ me,” Pope says.

“(y/n) stay on the floor.” Kiara keeps the girl down when she tries to stand up, her hand on her shoulder.

“Um, why?”

“Because you’re not even supposed to be out here,” Kiara says. The Routledge mumbles out a small, “oh yeah,” and stay’s cross-legged on the ground. The police boat come’s closer, the two officers staring at the four kids. 

“Evening, officers,” Pope says.

“Evening.” The male officer throws the rope over to the dark-skinned boys, and Pope orders JJ to tie the boats together.

“How you kids doin’?” The officer asks, taking off his sunglasses that are tied to a string. “You know the marsh is closed?”

“No.”

“No. Wow.”

“No, I didn’t know that,” JJ claims.

“Why is it closed?” Pope questions in fake curiosity.

“Were conducting a search out here. Boat went down.” The officer looks out into the setting sun before turning his attention back to the teenagers. “Seen anything?”

“No,” JJ says.

“No boats. No.”

“Where your friends you always hangin’ out with?” The officer asks. “They here?”

(y/n) squints her eyes shut, trying not to bring attention to herself as she moves her leg.

“They’re working,” Kiara shrugs. The officer hums.

“I’m gonna check your little boat out.” He steps out of his own vessel to hop into the HMS Pogue. (y/n)’s eyes widen in fear as she listens to his steps. When she hears his feet going one way, she goes the other. When the officer decides that he’s seen enough, he steps back into his own craft, talking about the ‘beautiful day’. As soon as the cops are far enough, (y/n) rises and runs to the edge, looking into the water with the others.

“He’s definitely run out of air by now,” Pope states.

Soon, John breaks through the surface and the four teens gasp in relief.

“Oh, there he is!” JJ exclaims.

“Jesus Christ,” (y/n) says, pressing a hand to her chest. “Don’t scare us like that.”

“How’d it go down there?” JJ asks. “Did you find anything?”

“Did I find anything?” John B repeats in a whisper, throwing a duffel bag onto the boat.

“Yeah, there we go! That’s my boy!” JJ yells in excitement.

“You okay?” Kiara questions.

“Yeah, I ran out of air,” John B pants, climbing into the HMS Pogue.

“You scared the shit outta me,” Kie states. As soon as John’s out of the water (y/n) walks forward, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. She quickly lets go when she feels him breathing heavily.

“Yeah, the cops were up here, but, uh... took care of em’,” Pope says.

“Yeah, you kinda missed the show, brother,” JJ laughs. John B wipes the water out of his eyes while Kiara squints, looking into the distance.

“Hey guys?” She says. “Guys, bogey, two o’clock.”

They all look over as Pope asks, “do you recognize that boat?”

“I’ve never seen it,” Kiara states. “What are they doing here? The marsh is closed.”

“I don’t know,” JJ said. “But lets not stick around and find out.”

“JJ, get the bowline,” John B orders.

“Yeah.”

“Should we be waiting on em’?” Pope questions.

“No we won’t be waiting on em’,” John B says, shocked at Pope. “Go get the stern. Go!”

“Are you joking?” (y/n) asks. “JJ! Hurry up!” The brunette slaps JJ’s shoulder hurriedly. As the boat gets closer, the teens only seem to get more antsy. 

“Guys,” JJ calls. “Don’t wait for me, go!”

They all start arguing as the boat continues to get closer. JJ pulls the anchor out of the water, and John B tells everyone to ‘act natural’.

“Hey guys,” Kiara says. “They’re following us!”

“This can’t be good.”

“Dude you gotta go faster,” JJ orders John B.

“I’m going.”

“Gun it!”

It soon becomes a chase when the HMS Pogue goes one way, and the other boat follows. They all keep looking behind them in distress. All of a sudden a bullet flies through the air and they all duck down.

“Shit!” Pope yells.

“What the fuck!” That was (y/n). JJ has his hand on her head, keeping her down as she holds tightly onto his t-shirt. 

“John B, get down!” (y/n) calls out.

“Oh my god were gonna die,” Pope nearly screams.

“Damn it, move.” Kiara steps over Pope, grabbing the net that lies on her feet.

“Kie, get down!” (y/n) yells, attempting to grab at her best friend’s ankle. Kiara throws the net into the water, and the boat behind them slows to a harsh stop when the net catches into their motor. They all start laughing as they get farther and farther away.

“That was insane!” (y/n) says, running a hand through her hair.

~~

The Pogue’s step onto the deck and John B immediately opens the duffel bag, ruffling through it’s contents.

“What do you guys think it is?” (y/n) asks.

“Gotta be money or something, right?” John B answers, looking up at his sister briefly.

“That or a couple of keys with a value to the low - to mid - mills!” JJ laughs.

“Can we please just open the bag?” Pope asks, impatient.

“Wow, Pope,” John gasps. “That’s a rare burst of emotion.”

“You guys are literally killing me with anticipation. Just open the bag.”

“Jeez.”

“We almost died over this.”

(y/n) leans down, kneeling next to her brother as he pulls out a compass. They look at each other with furrowed brows. 

“Good job everybody.” Pope steps back, shaking his head. “We found a compass.”

“Guys what?” JJ asks when the twins stay silent. “It’s not worth anything.”

“This was our fathers,” John B whispers. (y/n)’s throat suddenly feels tight.

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

[izzymaybank]

brothers best friend

jj maybank x routledge!reader

word count: (?)

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

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

warnings: a gun, stealing, breaking and entering

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

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

 brothers best friend masterlist

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

“excuse me,” john b says.

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

“your gonna wanna hear this.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“oh, man.”

“come on, bubba.”

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

~~~~

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

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

“motel or meth lab?” kiara asks aloud.

“you be the judge,” pope replies.

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

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

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

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

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

(y/n) laughs, “no promises.”

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

John B chuckles nervously, “yeah.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The blonde looks over.

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

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

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

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

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

“What was that?” JJ asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m gonna loose my Merit Scholarship.”

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

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

~~

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

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

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

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

~~

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

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

“Guys, we can’t keep that money.”

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

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

JJ looks at his girlfriend in mock betrayal.

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

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

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

“What? Why?”

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

~~

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

Pope inhales sharply. “Prostitution.”

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

“They were straight smugglin’.”

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

“Hell yeah,” (y/n) says.

~~

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

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

“Minor details,” Kie chimed.

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

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

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

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

~~

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

[izzymaybank]

brothers best friend

jj maybank x routledge!reader

word count: 2,205

summary: after a hurricane, john b, (y/n), jj, pope, and kiara plunge headlong into danger and adventure when they find a mysterious sunken wreck

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

warnings: underage drinking

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

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"we're the pogues, and our mission this summer is to have a good time, all the time."

john b routledge stands on the roof of an unfinished house, staring at the view of the ocean. he drinks beer from the can in his hand as he balances close to the edge. he sticks one foot out into the air and spreads his arms like wings.

"that's what, a three story fall to the deck?" asks the voice of pope heyward. the dark-skinned boy peers up at one of his best friends, squinting from the sunlight in his eyes. "i give you about a one-in-three chance of survival."

john b hums in thought, sticking his finger in his mouth before raising it into the air, feeling the wind blow against the digit. "should i do it?"

"yeah, you should jump!" (y/n) routledge yells, the summer breeze blowing her bronze curls away from her face. she leans into jj maybank's side, one arm around his waist. the blonde boy holds a beer in one hand as he holds the metal railing above him with the other.

"i'll shoot you on the way down." pope raises the nail gun he'd grabbed earlier. john b raises his eyebrows, making a finger gun with his hands.

"you gonna shoot me?"

"they're gonna have japanese toilets with towel warmers," kiara carrera says in disbelief as she walks out of the home. her dark brown hair falls down her back in waves, and her dark skin seems to glow from the setting sun. "this used to be a turtle habitat, but who cares about the turtles, i guess?"

"i care about the turtles, kie." (y/n) reaches a hand out over the railing, faking a pout to her best friend as she interlocks their fingers.

"i can't have cold towels," jj teases and (y/n) smacks his arm softly.

kiara turns her attention to the other routledge twin, "can you please not kill yourself?"

"don't spill that beer," jj warns, "'cause i'm not giving you another one." jj sips from his own can, wrapping an arm around (y/n) shoulder. As if on cue, john b loses his balance and drops the piece of aluminum. he lets out a small curse as the can hits ground, it's contents spilling everywhere.

"of course you did!" jj exclaims.

"smooth," kiara mumbles to (y/n), who laughs at her brother. john b groans dramatically, staring at his lost drink in despair.

"a-plus," pope teases. he looks around the corner when he hears someone call out a loud "hey!". pope slams his hand down onto the wooden railing, nervously looking towards his friends. "hey, uh, security's here. let's wrap it up."

"boys are early today," john b notes, sliding down the roof and onto the wooden platform, landing next to his sister. (y/n) stands up, following her brother with a small laugh. jj calls out something inaudible as climbs down to the balcony floor. the five teens run into the house, dodging past paint cans and used equipment.

they run down a flight of stairs, four of them going one way while jj goes in the other. he skids to a stop, sharply turning around to miss the hands of a police officer.

"not much of a hugger, man!" jj laughs when another guard tries to grab at him. "go pope! go! go, go, go, go, go, go!" jj follows his friend towards the large fence at the end of the yard.

pope groans as he lands face first into the ground and jj smacks his back. "get up, pope! fatso's coming."

the two boys run over to the honking van, ignoring the "come here you little pricks!" from one of the guards. they jump inside, laughing as one of the officers chase after the racing car.

"check out gary, gunnin' for a raise!" pope chuckles. jj reaches an arm out of the open door, beer in hand, holding it out towards the running man.

"enough," (y/n) says, giggles spilling from her lips.

"you're gonna give him a heart attack." kiara's comment only makes (y/n) laugh harder.

"you're so close! you can do it! there you go!" jj throws the can towards the older man, groaning when it hits him in the head. "they don't pay you enough, bro."

(y/n) grabs the blonde's arm, pulling his body back into the car. "jj, stop," she scolds, but amusement still lingers on his voice.

"oh come one. that sort of initiative is just begging to be punished."

"the outer banks, paradise on earth. it's the sorta place where you either have two jobs or two houses. two tribes, one island."

"all right. this is figure eight, the rich side of the island. home of the kooks. so guess where we don't live."

"and then this is the south side or 'the cut'. home of the working class, who make a living busing tables, washing yachts, running charters. the natural habitat of, drumroll please.... the pogues. that's us. pogues, pogies, the throwaway fish. lowest member of the food chain. okay, so the downside of pogue life is that we're ignored and neglected. but the upside of pogue life? we're ignored and neglected, which means we do whatever we want, whenever we want."

shielding the sun from her eyes with her hand, (y/n) walks to the front of the hms pogue, placing herself next to her boyfriend. jj watches her through the lenses of his sunglasses, sliding his arm around her waist with a small smile.

"that's (y/n), or little canary, as our dad used to call her. she's my twin sister, and the biggest pain in my ass. she's the mom of our group, keeping us in check, making sure we don't get killed or arrested. you know, the usual. but don't let her soft exterior fool you, she can be terrifying when she wants to be.

adjusting his hat, jj leans back against his seat. one hand on the steering wheel, he looks out the window as he drives the boat.

"that's jj, my best friend since the third grade. he's about as local as they come. latest in a long line of fishing, drinking, smuggling, vendetta-holding salt-lifers who made their off the water. best surfer i know. just, don't tell him i said that. mild kleptomaniac and a future tax cheat."

staring at the open flames of the fire pit, kiara is quick to shove john b away when traps her in a hug, which looks more like a headlock. "get off me. don't even get me started on microplastic. have you even heard about that island? that little island of just-"

"and that's kiara, or kie, as we call her. and when she's not saving turtles, or listening to marley, or getting a dolphin tattoo with my sister, she hands out with the rest of us. i'm not really sure why though. so, she's a rich kid, actually. foot in both worlds. her family owns the wreck, this outer banks institution. total cash cow with the tourists. you know, i'm not really sure how her parents feel about us. i guess we all sorta have a thing for her. except jj, him and (y/n) have been together for years."

(y/n) yelps as she's crashed into, squealing as she's lifted into the air and spun around. jj sets her back down onto her feet, immediately pulling her into a deep kiss. (y/n) wraps her arms around jj's neck as his go around her waist.

although, the loud and over dramatic gagging from john b causes the two to pull apart.

"they're the outer banks' otp, as kie likes to call them. been going out since the eighth grade and still going strong. and even though jj's my best friend, i'm always keeping a look out to make sure (y/n) doesn't get hurt. but i also have to keep my eyes closed to make sure i don't walk in on them... again."

watching his friends dance on the boat, pope leans back with his hands behind his head. he laughs as kie twirls (y/n) around, pushing jj away when he attempts to pull his girlfriend towards him.

"and that's pope, the brains of the operation. finalist for the lucas t. vanderhorst merit scholarship. and the smartest person i know. a little bit of a weirdo. alright, so his father's this legendary character, heyward. anything you wanted on the island, hey ward could get it for you. now, i'm not sure heyward knew what to make of his oddball son, but it didn't matter. he was a pogue, just like the rest of us."

"so, that's my crew. and that's me, john booker routledge. and this is where i live."

flushing the toilet, john b exits the bathroom. he peeks inside the room beside him when he hears quiet whispering. although he immediately regrets it when he finds jj on top of (y/n), lips lips hovering over her own. at the creak of the floor, jj's head shoots up. he throws an empty beer towards the door, "dude, come on man, get outta here!"

slamming the door, john b violently shuddered. he walked down the hallway, raising a hand towards his friend in a wave. "mornin' kie."

"morning," she replied, her voice groggy from sleep as she scrolled through her phone. john b grabbed a photo of two people off the table and hung it on the wall.

"an old fish shack on the marsh. the château, as my dad used to call it. that's dad. he disappeared at sea nine months ago, looking for a shipwreck. who disappears at sea these days? i miss him. and then there's mom. she split when (y/n) and i were three. last i heard she was in colorado. i think it was colorado."

john b grabbed a green-glass bottle and tapped the top onto the picture frame. "uncle t!"

"that's uncle t. since dad vanished, he's supposedly our legal guardian. at the moment, he's in mississippi, building houses... which means it's just me right now, hangin' with my sister and my friends. three months after my dad was missing, he was officially presumed dead. i refused to sign the papers. until i see a body, i'm not giving up.

~~~~

"john, (y/n), it's come to our attention that you are two unemancipated minors living on your own." sitting down at her desk, the social worker stares at the two teens sitting in front of her,

"no," the twins scoff before looking at each other and grimacing. "no."

the older woman raised an eyebrow. "i need honesty to help you. that's what we want, right?"

"we're being honest," (y/n) states, crossing her arms over her chest. sighing, the social worker looks down at the paper laying on her desk, pen in hand.

"okay, when was the last time either of you spoke to your uncle?" she asked.

john b looked down at his watch-less wrist. "uh... 34 minutes ago."

"when was the last time either of you saw him?"

"two hours and... 43 minutes ago," (y/n) says, but the rising intonation in her voice caused her answer to sound more like a question. the two siblings send the social worker their most innocent smiles, but it doesn't seem to convince her.

"john, (y/n), we're going to come out there tomorrow to talk to your uncle." the twins' smiles drop. "if he's not there, we're gonna move forward with foster car."

john b casts his eyes downward and (y/n) shifts in her seat.

"i want to assure you, we're gonna find you a safe and loving home."

john b nearly rolls his eyes while his sister lets out a sharp exhale and runs a hand down her face.

“they actually thought we were going to be happy to hear that.”

john b sits in the sand, staring out into the ocean while his friends talk and laugh behind him.

“and that’s where this story starts. my dad missing, my uncle mia, and the bride of frankenstein threatening foster care. but then i caught a break.”

~~~~

feeling water drip onto his face, john b groans as he peels his eyes open. body heavy with sleep, he sits up and grabs his phone. "no service?" he asks no one but himself. he then stands up and walks towards the light switch next to the doorway. he flicks it on and off, but nothing happens. "no power. great."

he makes his way down the hallway, towards the living room. on the pull out couch lies his best friend and his sister. (y/n) laid on her back, one hand behind her head as the other buries itself into her boyfriends hair. jj laid on his stomach, his arm draped around (y/n)'s waist.

"yo, jj, you been outside?" john b asks, smacking his hand onto jj's back.

"i have polio, bro. i can't walk," jj moans, lips pressing into (y/n)'s shoulder. in response to his words, (y/n) shifts her head, curling further into the blonde's presence. with a soft sigh, she tighten's her hold on jj's hair before letting go.

(y/n) stood up, a tired smile gracing her lips as she grabbed her boyfriends hand, pulling him up with her. john b opened the door and walked outside. seeing the state of his front yard, he groaned.

"oh man," he yawned, nearly tripping over the front steps. he walks towards a fallen tree, "that's no good. that is not good."

"agatha did some work, huh?" jj calls from the door way. he drinks from a found beer, and considering how sleepy she was, (y/n) decided not to scold him for his choice of drink.

john b pulls a tree branch off of the boat. "yes she did."

continuing to dig through the boat, john b doesn't look up when jj asks, "what you thinkin'?"

"i'm thinkin' that storm surge pushed all the crabs out on the marsh maze," john b says. "all those drum are gonna chase the crab."

"what about the dcs? wasn't that today?"

"nah, they're not gettin' on a ferry after all this," (y/n) cuts in, gesturing to the wreckage around them. she wraps her arms around one of jj's, grabbing his attention immediately. "think about it-"

"-it's god telling us to fish."

~~~~

the three teens end up on the hms pogue, waving to people as they drive through the marina. the two boys make conversation as (y/n) sits at the front, feet swinging in the air.

"well look who we have here!" (y/n) suddenly says, adjusting her sunglasses. she smiles at pope as he looks up from the items he had been hosing down.

"we have a safety meeting. attendance mandatory," john b calls, hand at his shoulder in a fake walkie-talkie.

"i can't," pope frowns. "my pop's got me on lockdown."

jj scoffs, imitating the same walkie-talkie. "you're dads a pussy. over."

"oh, i heard that, you little bastard," heyward snaps.

(y/n) raises her chin and her smile grows bigger. she stands up and looks at the older man. "we need your son."

"yeah, and island rules. day after a hurricane's a free day," jj reminds.

"who the hell made that up?" heyward asks and jj furrows his brows in pretend thought.

"uh, pentagon, i think."

"we have security clearance," (y/n) says as she digs around in her pocket. "i have a card.

"you think i'm stupid?" heyward challenges, turning his attention when pope starts to bargain with him.

"i'll do it tomorrow. i promise. tomorrow."

heyward raises his hands in protest. "no, no. hell no. you doin' it right now."

pope looks towards his friends and john b whispers, "get in the boat."

"make a run for it," (y/n) adds. pope drops the hose and jumps into the boat, stumbling slightly. he quickly tells john b to hurry up, his father yelling at him from the edge of the doc.

"when you get back, you gonna clean shrimp! you gonna clean fish! you'll clean your dirty ass room!" he yells while the routledge twins wave at him goodbye. "and i don't like your friends!"

~~~~

"hello there, princess," (y/n) says, beaming at kiara as she walks down the deck.

"oh, top o' the mornin' to ya." (y/n) furrows her brows slightly when her boyfriend attempts an irish accent.

"whatcha got?" pope asks, referring to the cooler kiara holds in one of her hands. "you got some juice boxes?"

"you know, just some yogurts and carrot sticks." kiara grabs (y/n)'s outstretched hand, stepping down into the boat.

"what about my kind of juice boxes?" jj asks, scooting over when (y/n) sits back down. his lips stretch into a small smile at kiara's small "yeah". (y/n) leans her head on jj's shoulder as he wraps an arm around her waist, kissing her hair.

"gonna make me bark," john b mutters and (y/n) flips him off.

~~~~

soon, the five of them have all popped open a beer, laughing when jj suddenly says, "lemme show you a party trick. pope, can you go a little faster?"

"oh god, here we go, i'm movin'." john b walks backwards, standing behind pope as he watches jj stand at the edge.

"i've got this! it's gonna work!" jj says confidently.

"jj, you've tried this 6000 times and it fails every time," (y/n) sighs. the brunette girl moves to the side to avoid the beer that spills out of jj's mouth. kiara laughs, but soon complains about it getting in her hair. (y/n) tugs at jj's shorts, attempting to pull him down when all of a sudden the boat jerks to a harsh stop, causing jj to flip forward and fall into the water. (y/n) slams forward and john b falls to the ground.

"jesus, pope!" kiara scolds.

"you okay, j?" (y/n) asks, seeing the blonde resurface from the water.

"i think my heels touched the back of my head," he states, breathing heavy as his eyes closed.

"(y/n), you alright?" john b questions.

"i'm alright," his sister replies, looking down at her best friend. she touches kiara's back softly. "you okay, kie?"

"pope what did you do?" jj demands.

"sandbar. the channel changed."

"no shit." jj starts swimming back to the boat, looking up when pope walked to the front. the dark-skinned boy looking into the water, his brows furrowing.

"guys... i think there's a boat down there."

"shut up," the twins say at the same time.

"no way," kiara adds.

pope points to the water. "no, no, guys. i'm serious. there's a boat down there."

after confirming that there is, indeed, a boat, john b takes off his shirt while the two girls strip down to their bathing suits. sure as shit, there's a boat sitting on the oceans floor. rising for air, the five teens swim to the surface, all breaking into hysterics as they gain access to air.

"you guys saw that?" jj gasps.

"yeah, i did." kiara laughs in disbelief.

"that's a grady white." jj starts swimming towards the hms pogue. "a new one of those is like 500 g's, easy." he hauls himself up, twisting around to offer a hand to (y/n), who takes it.

"that's the boat i saw when i surfed the surge," john b states and his sister stops twisting the water out of her hair, glaring at him.

"you surfed the surge?" she asks roughly. jj laughs, reciting a handshake with his best friend.

"that's my boy. pogue style."

"do we know whose boat that is?" pope asks, breaths heavy from how long he had held his breath.

"no, but we're about to find out." john b grabs the anchor, saluting his friends before jj pushes him into the water. john b holds his breath, allowing the weight of the metal to pull him down.

the rest wait in anticipation, and just as (y/n) wants to jump in and drag her brother back to the boat, john b rises for air.

"oh my god, that took forever!" kiara exclaims.

"any dead bodies?" pope asks.

"looting potential?" jj questions.

"no." john b raises his hand to show his discovery. "i found this motel key."

(y/n)'s excited smile dropped. "a key?"

"yes, a key, (y/n)."

"great! we salvaged a motel key." jj pulled the anchor from the water and put it back to it's rightful place.

"guys maybe we should report the wreck to the coastguard," kiara suggests. "maybe we'll get a finders fee."

"yeah and not work all summer," (y/n) hums.

“thanks, agatha, ya batch,” jj says.

~~~~

#outer banks #obx #jj maybank #john b. routledge #kiara carrera #pope heyward #outerbanks x reader #reader insert #sarah cameron #jj maybank x reader #routledge!reader

[izzymaybank]

brothers best friend; jj maybank

jj maybank x routledge!reader

each episode will be split into 2-3 parts. also, i won’t be writing scenes that don’t include the reader (pretty much just the scene’s with john b and sarah). i just feel like it’s both boring for me to write, and boring for you to read. :)

SEASON ONE: Work in progress

episode one, pilot; 1 2 3 (completed episode)

episode two, the lucky compass  1 2 (completed episode)

episode three, the forbidden zone;  1 2

episode four, spy games;

episode five, midsummers;

episode six, parcel 9;

episode seven, dead calm;

episode eight, the runway;

episode nine, the bell tower;

episode ten, the phantom;

#outer banks #jj maybank #kiara carrera #john b. routledge #pope heyward #sarah cameron #jj maybank x reader #reader insert #outer banks x reader #obx