#jj maybank vacation series

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SEVEN [SEASON 2] - 002 (PART 2)

PAIRING ‧₊˚ JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚[5.9k] Trying to lay-low in Kildare doesn't go over too well and just when things were looking up, it all comes crumbling down.

WARNING(S)‧₊˚ swearing, mentions of death, gun violence, mild animal cruelty, general angst

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A/N‧₊˚ if you didn't wanna report my blog from part 1, you're gonna want too after this also im posting this NOW because of the whole explicit blog situation🙄 i think we all deserve a little reward. THIS SONG IS ☺️🥹😖😫 "DID YOUUUUU TAAAAKE MY LOVVE AWAYY FROM MEEEEEE?"

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IT TOOK ALMOST ALL NIGHT TO SAIL BACK TO KILDARE, the sun just rising once again when the six of you arrived at the edge of The Marsh at the crack of dawn. You were tired and starving, the guys and girls splitting off into two separate groups to go look for food.

You, Kie, and Sarah had found some watermelons just as the sun’s heat started to break through the Kildare clouds. You and Sarah were sitting in the grass while Kie took up the space on a metal bench, each of you munching on your respective melons, fingers stained pink.

Kiara was quick to urge Sarah to catch her up on what happened, the blonde girl spilling every detail about what happened from the moment John B and her disappeared.

“The boat tipped and I honestly thought that was it, I thought that was the end. Next thing I know, we’re waking up on a boat headed to The Bahamas…” She recounted. She told you everything, from finding the gold again at Ward’s vacation home to getting shot by Rafe, to…

“I’m sorry, you got married?” Kiara exclaimed, her eyes wide as her hand paused from where it was digging into the fruit. Sarah just had a sheepish smile on her face, chewing as she nodded.

“It’s not exactly legal, but…” She trailed off, throwing a chunk of the melon into her mouth and looking at both of you. “Yeah, we did.” She admitted, smiling and chuckling in Kie’s direction before she seemed to conjure up another thought. “And *gulp* Am I crazy, or is there something going on between you and Pope?” She spoke, mouth full of watermelon.

Kiara smiled and shrugged, avoiding eye contact with the Cameron girl. “Maybe...” She said, squinting her eyes as she looked out in front of her. “I’ve come to a couple of…realizations, recently, I guess.” She said under her breath, eyes peering at you for the shortest of moments, so swiftly that Sarah didn’t catch it and you barely did yourself.

“That’s not a no.” Sarah egged on, still eating. The three of you fell into silence for a few passing moments, the only sounds being the birds flying by and the chewing of fruit before Sarah spoke up once more, this time her questions aimed at you. “You okay? You’ve been kinda quiet.” She asked, her wide eyes peering at you.

You just shrugged, looking down at your lap as you spoke. “‘M fine. It’s all just a little surreal, y’know? Up until a couple of hours ago, I really thought you and John B were dead.” You said, building the courage to meet her eyes. “It’s honestly the biggest blessing that you guys aren’t but... a lot happened while you two were away. That’s all.” You assured her, sending her a tight-lipped smile and returning to eating.

“...It was really hard to find a a way to contact you guys. And we didn’t want to risk someone tipping off my dad or the police just yet. It’s gonna be a shit show when we get back to the island, that’s for sure.” Sarah scoffed, raking her fingers through her hair.

“...Sarah?” You piped up, the girl humming response. “It’s good to have you back.”

She smiled happily in response, her teeth showing as her cheeks reddened. “It’s good to be back.”

JOHN B DOCKED THE DRUTHERS TOO AT THE CHATEAU WITH LITTLE HESITATION, A familiar bundle of golden fur running towards him and jumping on him the second he was off the boat. 

“Woah, hey, hey…” He cooed, petting Marley softly as she pawed at his thighs and torso.

“Sorry about that,” You said, shielding your eyes from the sun. “We’ve been crashin’ here since…” You trailed off, shrugging as John B looked up at The Chateau, jutting his bottom lip out and shrugging one shoulder.

“The place looks great, actually.” He said, directing his gaze to the grass, looking side to side. “The weeds are gone and there aren’t any beer cans in the grass.” He laughed out.

“That would be courtesy of me.” JJ bowed dramatically. “Mowed the lawn and threw in a little extra service.” John B rolled his eyes playfully and walked towards the entrance of the home, the five of you following behind him. 

“Not to bring the mood down or anything but I’m not exactly looking forward to a check-in at home…” Kiara announced, walking at the very back of the group. “My parents have probably already arranged my funeral.”

“Same. I predict unpleasantries at the Heyward household after I left the truck in Charleston.” Pope cringed at the thought, holding the straps of his backpack. 

“...No one knows we’re here, right?” JJ threw out, deep in thought judging from the look on his face. “And you two-” He pointed at Kiara and Pope. “-aren’t gonna get in anymore trouble for showing up twelve hours later. Am I right or am I right?”

“You’re not wrong…” Pope seemed to contemplate.

“So that means we have twelve hours to do whatever we want.” JJ smiled, clapping his hands together. “A little pogue fellowship, how does that sound? Let the shit hit the fan tomorrow.”

“The cops are looking for us. It just seems really stupid…” Sarah reminded, a look of worry on her features.

“Sarah Cameron,” JJ approached the girl sitting on the rail of The Chateau stairs. “You’ve heard of my philosophy, right?”

“No.”

“Stupid things have good outcomes all the time.” JJ spoke as you and John B mocked him, sending a smile in each other’s direction as you tried not to laugh. The blonde boy turned around, clapping his hands. “Who’s with me? Let’s go get some beer!”

KIARA HAD MANAGED TO STEAL SOME BEERS FROM THE WRECK, SEEMINGLY WITHOUT BEING NOTICED. By the time Sarah and JB had showered and JJ and Pope set up the lights and hot-tub, the sun had fallen again. The pit in your stomach had started to settle, allowing you to actually enjoy the fact that your friends were alive and well and back where they belonged. Although other events were still swirling in your mind and dampening your mood, you wouldn’t let it show.

The six of you crowded the hot-tub, shotgunning beers as music played faintly from a speaker plugged in near the porch. JJ and John B had some impromptu dance battle while Pope started freestyling out of nowhere, the remaining three of you watching it all like a comedy show from the comfort of the hot tub.

At some point , JJ rolled a joint that made it’s way through the group in record time. You currently had the object clutched between your fingers, laying on your back in the grass near the oak tree with Marley next to you as JJ and Pope wrestled in the grass. 

“Single-leg sweep!” John B cheered, watching Pope pin JJ to the ground — JB, Sarah, and Kie sitting and watching around a bonfire. 

Pope got up triumphantly, hands in the air as JJ got up and dusted himself off. He and JJ shook hands with lazy smiles on their faces before Pope snatched up his beach towel and turned around in the direction of The Marsh. “I’m done!” He called over his shoulder. “I’m outta here…”

“You want a round two?” JJ called in his direction, cupping his hands around his mouth.

Pope chuckled and waved him off without a glance back. “Yeah, I think I’ll take my losses.” The group’s attention was stolen by Kiara who grabbed her shirt from the lawn chair she was on, getting up and following Pope. 

You just scoffed and took another hit of your joint, watching from a few feet away as Sarah’s jaw dropped while John B and JJ cheered. “Really?” Sarah exclaimed. 

“Way to be discreet!” JJ called after the two.

“I leave and this is what happens.” John B sighed in mock disappointment, slapping his hands against his knees as he rose from his seat. “Your boy’s out.” He shook the red cup in his hand. “Beer time.” He told the two blondes before walking in your direction, your splayed figure going unnoticed in the dark of night as JB reached into the cooler to grab a fresh beer, his eyes landing on the art piece the four of you had engraved into the tree.

You watched as he slowly paused, his eyes glossing over as the boy attempted to suppress his emotions. 

“You better cry.” You spoke up, speech mildly slurred from your tipsiness. “It took me two hours to carve your long ass name into that...big ass tree.” John B looked around startled for a moment before looking at down at you laid out in the grass like a snow angel. You smiled and waved lazily at your friend.

He rolled his eyes and laughed, cracking open the canned drink in his hand. “You scared the shit out of me, little weirdo.” He said, taking a small sip. “I forget you’re a lightweight. You need a water or somethin’?”

You simply pursed your lips and waved him off. “Pfft. I am fine. And I’ll have you know I am not drunk or high, just…thinking.” The Routledge boy cocked an eyebrow at you, JJ and Sarah’s mindless banter filling the silence. “I’m serious!” You chuckled out. “I’m not, I swear. I just needed some time to think for a little bit…”

“About?”

“...Are you kidding?” You asked incredulously, lifting yourself up to lean on one arm. “John B, you came back from the dead. And believe me, I am so glad that you and Sarah are back but I’m scared for you guys. Sooner or later, someone is gonna find out you guys are back on the island and when they do?…”

He simply nodded. “That's fair." He sighed. "We tried to get through to you guys for weeks before we were able to send that message.” You hummed in response before yawning. “And even though you haven’t said it yet, I missed you too.” He winked at you.

You flipped the boy off and plopped back down into the grass as the footsteps of someone else appeared.

“What’s happenin’ over here?” He asked cheerfully, slapping a hand on John B’s shoulder. He met your eyes but you looked away. You still didn’t want to talk to him. 

John B looked between the two of you skeptically before letting whatever thought he had go, pointing at the tree in front of him. “This cute little art project.” He told the blonde, referring once more to the memorial carving. “Killed the tree, though.”

JJ laughed, bowing his head down. “Probably, yeah…” He said, sniffing before looking at JB. “I fuckin’ missed you, man.” He said seriously, pulling John B into a tight hug. They buried their heads into each other’s shoulder, embracing one another as tight as possible.

“Kind of lonely over here!” Sarah called out, the two boys releasing one another as she waved the three of you over. The slapped each other on the shoulder and began walking back over to the bonfire, you getting up and whistling for Marley to do the same, the golden retriever standing up slowly and shaking herself off before following you. 

“Aww, look.” The blonde girl cooed from her place on a log, staring ahead as the three of you followed her gaze to find Kie and Pope sailing away on the HMS Pogue. 

“There he goes.” JJ cheered, sending a thumbs up to the couple on the boat. “He jacked your boat, dude.” He said to John B.

“Pope’s poking on the Pogue.” He replied with little emotion, staring out like he couldn’t believe it while Sarah wolf-whistled in their direction. Through her cheering and whistling, you thought you heard something in the distance, prompting you to turn around with a look of confusion etched across your face.

“Hold on,” You spoke up, the remaining pogues attention turning to you. “Did any of you hear that?”

“The chickens?” JJ threw out a possible solution, you shook your head.

“No, I heard something. Like a car door shutting…” You said confidently, eyes trained on the trees in front of you trying to see through them.

After a few moments of squinting, you managed to make out two figures creeping through the bushes and if you weren’t mistaken, they were both armed. “...There’s people in the woods. They have guns.” You said, a hard expression settling on your face as you quickly took hold of Marley’s collar.

“Wha- are you sure?” Sarah asked panicked, standing up from the log she was perched on and edging closer to John B.

“Yes, I’m sure.” You replied quickly. “Hide. Hide somewhere, anywhere but in the house.” You instructed, the three of them just staring blankly at one another. You looked at them stupidly, snapping your fingers to gain their attention. “Hello? Earth to Powerpuff Girls? Unless your wanna play bullet-tag with the strangers in the woods, I suggest you hide!” You whisper-shouted, guiding Marley into the chicken coop by her collar as your three friends seemed to silently decide on hiding in the large oak tree, not before John B put out the bonfire and followed JJ and Sarah who were scattering and climbing up the trunk of the tree one by one.

There was more than enough space for you to hide Marley in the coop, pushing her inside as quietly as possible as she started to whine lowly. You brought a finger to your lips, shushing the animal as you gently pet the top of her head. “It’s okay.” You assured, pushing her a little further in as the sound of leaves ruffling got closer. “Just sit and stay. Okay?” You instructed as you stood up and made a b-line for the tree, climbing up as quickly and quietly as possible, taking the hand that was offered to you and planting yourself on top of one of the thick branches.

Through the leaves and branches, you saw the two figures emerge into the lights of the backyard. 

It was no one other than Rafe and Barry.

There was no way they found out about Sarah and John B that fast.

Barry crept up the side steps to the front door, gun held in front of him as Rafe wandered through the backyard, right under your noses. He stopped in front of the freshly blown out bonfire as Barry threw open the door to The Chateau, creeping inside. 

“Where the hell are you?...” Rafe asked mainly to himself, eyes wandering from the smoking wooden planks. Just then, the sound of glass breaking came from inside the house, followed by the sound of Barry groaning in frustration just before the man in question came barrelling out of The Chateau. 

“Ain’t shit in there!” He shouted, jogging down the small staircase. 

“Nothing?” Rafe asked, his tone calm in contrast to the drug dealer’s.

“No, nothing, Rafe.” Barry spat. It seemed as if Barry’s frustration began to rub off on the Cameron boy.

“They were obviously just here based off the smoke, man.” Rafe reprimanded, voice raising slightly as he threw a hand out in the direction of the smoking pit. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…” Barry ignored him. “Great observation, Boy Scout.”

“They gotta be around here somewhere...” Rafe reminded, Barry rolling his eyes and began kicking things around in the yard as Rafe turned around, staring viciously at the length of the tree. 

“P.4.L.” Barry mocked the words carved into the wood, Rafe looking back and laughing with the man, the gun in his hand pointed directly at the carving. 

“Well, shit…” The Cameron boy chuckled breathily.

“So, your sister’s a ‘Pogue For Life’ now, huh?” Barry taunted, watching as the lazy smile on Rafe’s face dropped as he looked back at the tree. His eyes started twitching as he gnawed on the inside of his cheek, his nostrils flaring out too. You were no stranger to that look on his face — he was losing it…

“...Shit!” He hollered like a madman, the loud reverberation of his voice causing you and Sarah to flinch violently. Even Barry flinched behind the boy. Within seconds, Rafe had cocked the gun back and fired off several shots, the four of you ducking behind the branches as bullets flew. Barry, who tried to take the gun from his hand, ended up forcing the guns aim upwards, the four of you just narrowly missing being shot. 

“Rafe, chill!” Barry scolded, snatching the gun from the boy’s hands. “You gon' get our asses busted!” 

The silence that occurred after Barry’s warning was what allowed the duo to hear a faint whine coming from somewhere in the yard. Your hands clawed at the wood of the tree, your nails splintering under the force.

You prayed they would ignore it. That they would leave her alone.

But you knew that wasn’t going to happen the second Rafe rotated his whole body in the direction of the chicken coop, his face twisting as he walked towards it. Bending down in front of the small opening, he scoffed, running a hand down his face.

“Would you look at that?” He laughed, eyeing Barry before looking inside of the coop once more. The whining never stopped. “They left the damn dog.” He told him, voice raspy. He snapped his fingers and whistled, trying to get Marley to obey. “C’mere girl.” He tried, but she wouldn’t budge.

“The fuck…just leave it, man. What the hell you gon do with a dog?” Barry tried, annoyed at this point.

For what it was worth, your dog had a very good judgment of character. But you guessed that trait didn’t make Rafe too happy. It was like something in him snapped, shooting a hand out and grabbing Marley by the collar, dragging her out the pen when she wouldn’t listen.

She whined and barked, trying her best to resist his pull as her paws slid across the dirt. 

“No, no, no…” You muttered under your breath, moving to climb down the tree when a forceful hand wrapped itself around your arm, your eyes meeting JJ’s. “Let go. What are you-”

“You can’t go down there, are you crazy. He will hurt you.” JJ told you seriously, his eyebrows setting into a straight line. 

“The hell I can’t.” You spat back, trying to wiggle your arm out his grip to no avail. “If I don't go down there, he’s gonna hurt her.” You told the blonde in hushed tone. You hated how shaky and sad your voice sounded.

“We’ll get her back.” He told you, his grip tightening lightly in reassurance. “I promise you.” You shook your head at his words, swallowing harshly as your teary gaze went back to where Rafe was manhandling Marley. She wouldn’t stop crying out and it broke your heart.

“Jesus, you gon have to get a muzzle for that bitch.” Barry groaned. “And what you gon do when daddy asks where the mutt came from, huh, Country Club? ‘Cause you already know Snoozie’s gonna be looking up and down the island for her, missin’ posters ‘n shit gon be up before you make it back to Figure Eight.”

Rafe just licked his lips, positioned slightly bent down to keep a good grip on your dog. “Trust me, she knows where she is. They’re here, I know that for a fact.” He told Barry, his eyes wandering the seemingly empty yard. “You want your dog back?!” He shouted out into the empty yard space. “Looks like you're gonna have to put on your big girl pants and come and get her!”

That was the last thing you all heard before the two men were leaving, dragging a hysterical Marley behind them. Most dogs would bite when threatened. But Marley wasn’t a violent dog. That was one of the many things you loved about her. But in this moment you hated it.

BY THE TIME KIARA AND POPE HAD RETURNED WITH THE BOAT THE FOUR OF YOU NEEDED TO LEAVE, THE SUN HAD RISEN SIGNALING A NEW DAY. You were all silently petrified and hadn’t said more than five words in the last, what you guessed was, six hours or so. JJ perked up when he spotted his two friends in the small boat, slinging his backpack up on his shoulder and heading towards the two as the remaining three of you followed silently.

“Yo, don’t tie up yet!” He called out, skipping down the pier just as Pope was about to tie up the boat.

“What?” Kiara replied back, squinting her eyes from the sun.

“We’re dippin'.” The blonde told the girl, jogging towards the boat and coming to a stop in front of the two, throwing his bag into the boat.

“Wait, why?” Pope piped up.

“We gotta get the hell outta here.” John B said urgently, getting into the boat right after JJ, you helping Sarah down into the vehicle as JB held a hand out for her, the girl still limping mildly due to her injury.

“Rafe knows we’re here so we have to leave, like, now.” She panted out, sitting down in the boat as you climbed in after her, not saying a word.

“Okay, okay…” Pope spoke absentmindedly, hurrying to un-tie the portion of the rope he did secure, tossing it into the boat. “Wait, what about the dog? Where’s Marley?” Sarah, John B, and JJ all looked at each other then at you, prompting Kie and Pope to share a look before doing the same.

“...We’ll explain everything later.” John B threw out, caressing Sarah’s back. You didn’t protest or say anything, you were too angry to do anything. The pair of them glanced at you once more before getting into the boat themselves.

“We’ll sail a few miles out, find somewhere to camp out for a bit.” Pope announced, getting behind the wheel and starting the engine. "Then, you have to tell us what the hell is going on."

“LOOK, IF RAFE AND BARRY KNOW, IT’S ONLY A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE EVERYONE KNOWS.” John B started, hands on his head as he paced back in forth in the grass. The group had found an empty clearing a few miles away from The Chateau, an open field near The Marsh.

JJ scoffed, shaking his head. “I told you. We should’ve gone south, man.” He added. “Why does no one ever listen?”

The rest of you sat in the grass not talking. You were sitting criss-crossed, plucking individual strands of grass. 

“...I have an idea.” Sarah croaked, swallowing harshly as she stared down at her shoes. “With me back, my dad’s going to have to choose between me and Rafe.” You paused in your grass plucking, peering up at the girl. 

“Sarah-” John B started only to be cut off.

“He’s gonna choose me.” She said confidently, looking at John B. 

“Just please listen.” Her boyfriend pleaded, holding a hand out in her direction to let him speak. “Ward keeps lying to you, Sarah.”

“No,I…I know it sounds crazy-”

“Yeah, it does.” Kiara told her bluntly. 

“I know.” Sarah defended herself, biting her bottom lip and looking around at the five of you. “But he’s my dad. And I know him, and I know he loves me.” She pleaded with the group, rubbing her hands nervously against her thighs. “I’m just asking for two hours.” She concluded, eyes wide and begging for you all to understand.

You simply shook your head, looking out at the water in front of you. If Sarah believed that her father would choose her, who were you to disagree? You had your doubts but you kept them quiet. If you learned anything in the past month or so, it’s that you have to let people see who others really are for themselves, otherwise they'll never believe it.

Without any more objections, Sarah tucked her hair behind her ears and stood up, looking at the group of you one last time before walking off.

SARAH HAD BEEN GONE FOR NEARLY AN HOUR, THE FIVE OF YOU WANDERING OFF AWAY FROM ONE ANOTHER. Pope and John B were at the edge of water talking, Kiara was laying in the grass plucking flowers, and you were leaning on a nearby tree. 

You got the urge to look up from where you were digging the toe of your shoe into the dirt when the sunlight was no longer beaming on you, coming face to face with possibly one of the last people you wanted to talk to.

You sighed, crossing your arms. “What part of leave me alone do you not understand?”

The blonde scratched the back of his head, looking side to side before shoving his hands in the pockets of his shorts. “Look, I don’t know what I did to make you this mad at me. And even though I would really like to know and won’t stop bothering you until I find out, I promise I didn’t come over here to press you about it right now.”

“Then what are you over here for?”

“I wanted to make sure you were doing okay.” He said, eyes roaming your face as you looked away for a brief second. “You may hate my guts right now but we’re still pogues. And you know how I feel about you...” His voice lowered to a whisper as he leaned in closer. "That doesn't change just because you're pissed at me."

“I don’t hate you.” You didn’t mean to say it. You planned to let him talk to himself while you didn’t respond but something about JJ thinking you hated him really made your stomach turn. Sure, you felt betrayed and led on, but you didn’t hate him. You don't think you ever could.

It would take forces between the heavens and the earth before you would ever even come close to hating JJ.

“...And no. I’m not okay.” You said bluntly, straightening your posture. “I am angrier than I have ever been in my entire life and I can’t do shit about it, JJ.” You groaned, rubbing the back of your neck. “I don’t have any parental figure left, some psychopathic rapist who has an obsession with trying to ruin our lives just kidnapped my fucking dog, my best friend just came back from the dead and the only evidence we have to clear his name and keep him out of jail for a crime he didn’t even commit is being withheld by some batshit crazy woman who lives on a former slave plantation and has a live-in bodyguard, and you...” You ranted all in one breath, stopping yourself right before you went too far. 

JJ just nodded, rolling his lips in on themselves as he gave you a moment to collect yourself and catch your breath before speaking. “Yeah…yeah, that about covers it.” He said, the unhelpful statement causing you to roll your eyes. You don’t know if you purposefully left out the part about him and Kie or if it was a subconscious thing. You figured that would’ve been the best time, if any, to bring it up. But it also seemed like the most miniscule on your list of problems at the moment.

“Well…what about the box?”

“The what?” You said exhaustedly, squinting your eyes as he shifted his weight, allowing the sun to beam on your face. You were too blinded by the golden ray of light to notice how the blonde got distracted by you — the way the sun illuminated everything about you. It made the naturally lighter pieces of your hair more visible, it made your eyes a shade brighter, made your eyelashes more visible, and casted a heavenly glow across your skin. Deep down, he really wanted to get to the bottom of whatever he did to put you off from him this badly because the idea of having you in his life as more than a best friend was looking more appealing every second he looked at you.

Snapping himself out of it, he replied. “The, uh, the box of shit you stole from your mom’s office? That’s, like, hardcore evidence, right?” You pondered on the boy’s statement for a moment. It wasn’t like you’d forgotten about the evidence, it crossed your mind ever since John B’s text came through. But your biggest problem was Shoupe — you didn’t trust him. And you weren't sure if a couple of tapes would be any help.

“Ward has Shoupe and the entire Sheriff’s Department wrapped around his finger. If I hand over the only evidence we have and Shoupe chooses Ward over his oath as an officer, we lose everything.”

“But you don’t think it’s worth the risk if it can clear Bree?” He cocked an eyebrow, clearly questioning your judgment.

You bit your lip in contemplation, shaking your head. “...I’ll sort through everything and see what we can possibly bring to Shoupe. If things go south with JB and this whole key that Pope keeps talking about, I turn it all over to the police. Deal?”

JJ nodded his head, glancing back at his two friends at the edge of the water. “Deal.”

“In the meantime?” You threw out, pushing yourself off of the tree and adjusting yourself. “I’m gonna figure out how to get my damn dog back.” Just then, you saw the HMS Pogue coming towards the shore, Sarah perched on the edge.

The five of you stood up, approaching the edge of the water and watching as the girl let the engine die and the boat come to a halt. The guys moved forward to pull the boat up onto the sand, the girl taking the hand John B offered to assist her out of the boat.

“So, how’d it go?” He asked, hair blowing in the wind as you all crowded each other. Sarah looked to her feet, shaking her head.

“You guys were right.” She sniffled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “It didn’t work.”

Everyone nodded despondently, expecting nothing more or less but still disappointed by the outcome. Despite you and JJ’s separate conversation, the pogues weren’t completely aware of the evidence you were holding onto. You figured they'd forgotten. You didn’t want John B and Sarah to have run again, but you needed some time to get what you needed to at least attempt to clear their names without backfire.

“We still have one more opt-”

“What’s that?” Kiara interrupted you, looking petrified at the water ahead of her. You all followed her gaze, finding a fleet of boats with flashing lights sailing directly towards the six of you. 

“How’d the cops find us?” Pope added, taking a weary step back as the boats got closer. 

“They must’ve followed you here.” John B told his girlfriend. “It had to have been Ward.” He spoke rather calmly. 

“Stay on the beach with your hands in the air!” One of the officers commanded through a megaphone. But since when were any of you known to follow rules?

A shared look amongst the group had you all bolting in the opposite direction within seconds, almost tripping over one another in the process. Running on sand was a harder task than you ever imagined, the ground feeling as if it was slipping underneath your feet.

One quick glance behind you and the officers were hopping off their boats, chasing after you all. Your shoes were submerged when you had to run through a shallow bank of salt water to get to the other side of the beach, hoping the trees would hide you. 

Sarah started to slow down, the running causing a strain on her side. John B was quick to scoop her up, throwing an arm around her torso and slinging one of her own over his shoulders. Tree branches and bushes nipped at your calves but you paid no mind to it. 

You could hear the heavy footsteps and radio chatter of the officers behind you all, scattered in the woods, trying to find you all from any and every angle. Reaching the edge of a pond surrounded by weeds, you all let John B help Sarah in first before following, the water going above your knees. 

The further in you waded, the deeper it got until you all had to literally swim across the body of water, Sarah at the tail end of the group. The murky water splashed into your mouth and in your eyes but you kept going. 

The sound of splashing and yelling behind you signaled that you’d been spotted just as you reached the other side, you being the first one out of the water. With no where else to go, you all hid behind the largest tree in sight, the object able to conceal the half dozen of you.

Sirens blared in the distance, your heads snapping behind you to find two police cars flying down the dirt road.

“We’re trapped.” Pope panted, crouching behind the tree. “They got us surrounded. What do we do?”

“We’re not getting out of this.” JJ said, blonde strands soaked, his shirt sticking to his body as he rang out a bandana. “We gotta make a stand.” Pulling the infamous gun from his waistband and wiping it off. You looked at him crazy, snatching the object from his hand before he had a chance to react. Your own hair was sticking to your face, the damp feeling of your clothes making you uncomfy,

“That’s the complete opposite of solving the problem.” You told him as he absentmindedly reached for the weapon. You held it out of his reach, oblivious to John B watching the entire interaction occur.

He was grateful that he had friends willing to get into this kind of trouble for him. But his heart wouldn’t allow any of you to go down with him. Unbeknownst to you, JB had climbed down from the tree, taking hold of your wrist of the arm that held the gun.

Your eyes met his as he slowly took the weapon from your grasp, letting it fall to the ground. Your eyebrows furrowed as he looked at each and every one of you with the most detached look on his face. Smiling at you all, he spoke.

“It’s gonna be all right.” He choked out, gently letting your wrist fall. It was then that you knew — he was surrendering. He took slow, backwards steps away from you all kicking a pile of dirt and leaves over the gun to conceal it.

Just then, Shoupe arrived, wasting no time in drawing his gun in your friend’s direction. “John B! Step out into the clearing!” He hollered, officers surrounding you all from every direction and every single one of them armed. 

“I’m surrendering!” He told the man, hands in the air. 

“Aye, the rest of y’all stay right where ya are, keep your hands where I can see 'em.” Shoupe told the five of you behind JB, all of your hands going in the air slowly. 

“Hey, listen Shoupe, I wanna testify!” John B cut in, eyes red and teary. 

“It’s ‘bout time.” The man said, approaching the boy with two officers trailing behind him. All three of them pointing pistols at you all. “Get down, do not move a muscle. Everybody else, don’t move!”

Shoupe directed one of his deputies to detain John B, the man storming over as he holstered his weapon. He pat JB down quickly before snatching the boy up into a chokehold, clearly out of anger and not protocol. 

“Are you serious?!” JJ was the first to call out, voice echoing throughout the woods.

“Hey, what the fuck?!” You shouted yourself, taking one small step forward but the female officer that chased the car a month ago, Deputy Plumb, was quick to stop you, pointing her pistol right in between your eyes.

“Stay where you are!” She instructed firmly, her eyebrows setting into a fine line. 

You and your friends were forced to watch as the officer arresting John B, who Shoupe referred to as Deputy Thomas, slammed your friend onto his back into the grass and beat on him. You were all shouting and screaming but anytime you took a step, there was officer in your face with a fully loaded pistol or an assault rifle. And these people looked too trigger happy to be arresting a teenager.

Shoupe finally stepped in when Thomas had John B by the collar of his shirt. The man in charge attempted to pull his deranged officer off of your friend but he was pushed back as the man faced John B once more, nostrils flared as he held the boy mid-air.

“...This is for Peterkin.”

And with an uppercut, John B was out cold.

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[surftrips]

love at second sight — part one.

pairing: jj maybank x reader (they are baristas! how cute!)

series summary: when jj is hired at the cafe y/n works at, memories of a night they spent together arise and so do their feelings for each other.

word count: 1354

author's note: this was originally going to go in a completely different direction and be an angsty oneshot but then i stumbled into writing this meet-cute and i had to make this a series. i promise i'll have the strength to publish some angst one day, but alas, that day is not today. i hope you all enjoy and lmk if you want to be tagged for part 2!

"Hey, Y/N, heads up, we have a new hire coming in today. Mind showing him the ropes?" 

Great, you thought. Just another thing to do that I’m not getting paid for. "Sure, of course," you said to your manager, in your best customer service voice. 

The thing about working at the local cafe was you often got new hires for the summer, who left as soon as school started or their vacation ended. You didn't mind training new employees, but you felt like you were wasting your time knowing most of them would quit in a few months. 

"Don't sound too excited," your manager joked. You had been working there (legally) ever since you turned sixteen, and before that under the table. He knew your family came from the cut and you could use the extra money, plus you were always a hard worker. 

"Sorry, but it's not my fault you seem to purposely hire people with no work ethic!" 

"Listen Y/N, some people just need a temporary job. No one stays at a place like this for long."

"Except me." You wouldn't admit this out loud to anyone because you knew they would judge you, but you didn't mind working at the cafe. Your dream was to open your own place one day, but even in your head it sounded silly to you. There was never much room to dream on this side of the island. 

"Yeah, that's why you've been employee of the month for the past two years. Now get back to work, the coffee isn't going to brew itself!" 

—

You were finishing up a latte for a customer when you heard the bell ring at the register. "I'll be with you in just a second!" 

"Take your time," the voice responded. You smiled to yourself, making a mental note to take some extra time perfecting whatever drink this customer would order. You always appreciated it when customers let you work at your own pace. 

Wiping your hands on your apron you walked over, only to be greeted by a familiar face. You faltered for a second, not sure if it was actually him. The last time you saw him was when you got wasted at a frat party. You weren't sure that he even recognized you, and not just because you were in your work clothes. (It was really dark in the back of your Jeep). 

You decided against asking him if you've met before. "Hey- what can I get started for you today?"

"I'm actually the new hire. The manager said to speak to Y/N?" He glanced at your name tag. "Which I assume is you?" 

"Are you sure you picked the right profession? The FBI could really use someone like you," you smiled at him.

"Oh, I checked with them first but unfortunately they didn't have any openings."

"It's okay, being a barista is basically the same thing. Half of the customers expect you to be able to read their minds and the other half complain about problems that are out of my jurisdiction."  

He laughed, "Damn, I thought you guys just made coffee." 

"Oh, trust me, this job is much more than that. Come on, let's get you a name tag.... Speaking of, what is your name?"

"If you're really as good as you say you are, shouldn't you be able to guess, detective?" 

You chuckled, you had some idea of what his name was but you didn't want to run the risk of being wrong and embarrassing yourself. Jay? JB? It was something along those lines. 

“Actually, it's agent. Detectives work for the police, not the FBI."

The boy put his hands up, "Oh, my bad. Didn't know I was speaking to an expert on law enforcement here." 

"It's alright, it's your first day. You'll get the hang of things soon...?"

"JJ. That's my name." You were relieved that he didn't make you try and guess his name because that would've put you in a very awkward situation. 

"Oh, cool. What's it short for?" you asked.

"Nice try, agent. It's going to take some military-level torture to get that information out of me." 

You laughed, it was rare that you hit it off with people this quickly. You were known to be a little overbearing and too sarcastic at times, but JJ didn't seem to think so. You wondered if he knew you two had met before, but didn't want to hurt your own feelings by asking. 

Instead, you led him to the back where the extra name tags were. You handed him one and a marker and watched as he carefully wrote his name down. You couldn't help but admire his features, his strong arms and the way his blue eyes darkened when focused. 

"Quit staring at me!" You blushed, not knowing that he could feel your eyes on him. 

Still, you regained your composure enough to make a snarky comment. "Sorry, am I making you nervous?" 

"Yes, I am feeling a lot of pressure right now and I haven't even started behind the bar yet." 

"Come on, it's just a name tag. It doesn't have to be perfect." You looked over his shoulder to see him drawing... something. As cute as he was, he was not the best artist. "What are you drawing?- Sorry what are you attempting to draw?" 

"A coffee cup! You really can't tell?" 

"Oh...." you said in the same tone as you would be speaking to a child who had just handed you their art project. "Sure, I can see it. If I hit my head against the wall and squint really hard." 

"Stop! It cannot be that bad." 

"I just hope that you're better at making coffee than art." 

—

You spent the rest of the day training JJ in between serving customers. Luckily, it was a weekday so you weren't super busy and as it turns out, JJ was a quick learner and he was in fact better at making latte art than whatever he was doing on his name tag. 

"Wow! That looks like an actual heart this time!" you complimented his work. 

"Thanks, made it just for you," he winked, looking up at you. Despite only (really) knowing each other for a few hours, JJ was already comfortable flirting with you. You hated that you felt butterflies rising in your stomach. 

That night at the frat party, you were wasted because you found out your ex had cheated on you. Ever since that day, you vowed never to let your guard down again. Well, ever since that night, because technically, you had let your guard down with JJ. You couldn't remember much, apparently not even his name, but there was definitely some making out and second base stuff, all of which you chalked up to being drunk and not the result of actual feelings.

However, for the next few weeks, he was all you could think about. Your friends kept trying to get you to see him again, but you had no desire to leave your house, let alone get back in the dating scene. All you wanted to do was admire him from afar, where it was safe. 

Besides, the more time you spent with JJ now, the less convinced you felt that he remembered any of it himself, so bringing it up would simply be self-sabotage. 

Even so, meeting him again felt like fate in a way. Like love at first second sight. 

"Hellooooo? Earth to Y/N?" JJ was waving his hands in front of your face. Shit. You didn't realize you had spaced out. You didn't want him to see you flustered so you tried to pull yourself together as quickly as possible. 

"Sorry, it's been a long day. Let's wrap up, shall we?" 

He stayed later to help you close the store that night. As you turned the lights off and shut the door behind you, you couldn't help but feel like something had changed. Like the universe had given you a second chance for a reason. Maybe, just maybe, it was time to let your guard down again.

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[runningfrom2am]

the sea around us; pt.2, chapter four

Snowy saw no choice but to run- wondering if Rafe will ever understand that the pogues mean everything to her. JJ gets it though. JJ will always get it.

(jj maybank x f!oc)

(rafe cameron x f!oc)

warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

wc: 1.1k

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It takes us about nine hours to reach Nassau, and luckily JJ snagged some gas cans from the dock because we did end up running out. I don't know if I feel right about what happened with JJ, but I'm sure Rafe won't want me around anymore. I do know that JJ does. And he does make me happy, after all, he's my best friend. The only thing holding me back from fully being with him is thinking of Rafe, but I'll move on soon enough. Luckily, when we talked about it, JJ was understanding that I didn't want to jump into anything official with him just yet. He knows I really care about Rafe, and he doesn't expect me to immediately let him go.

We pull up onto the beach and it's dark, which is perfect conditions for us to try and hide the boat in a deserted part of the shore. "Okay, so what's our plan now?" I ask as we walk off the beach and into the dead city.

"Now's our test, how well do we know John B, like really? What would he do, where would he hide." JJ says and I nod a little.

"Full disclosure, I think I'm going to fail this test." I laugh.

"No, we've got this. We're the golden trio and we're two out of three. We just need to put our heads together on this."

"You don't know either, huh?"

"Not really, no." JJ admits.

"Okay, so, he's obviously going to be hiding, and also he's with Sarah so he's going to be somewhere safe, but this place is crawling with cops." I think out loud as we walk down an empty street. My ankle doesn't hurt nearly as bad as it did the other day, so I'm confident now it wasn't a real break. JJ is still holding onto me, though, supporting almost all my weight as I rest my arm up over his shoulders.

"Yes, right, somewhere Sarah feels safe, not right in the middle of town probably..." He agrees, nodding thoughtfully and then he stops, turning around to look behind us. "Maybe there?"

"That looks like a five-star resort, J. I don't know if that's a great place to lay low." I say, voicing my skepticism.

"Typically, no, but if Sarah could talk their way in I bet they're on the grounds somewhere, because why would they hide there? No one will look there because it's so stupid."

"I mean, I don't have any better ideas." I shrug. "It's worth a shot, but how will we get in?"

"We'll figure it out." JJ says, and we start heading toward the resort. "And if not, we can work our way through the island in the other direction, it'll narrow it down a little."

Luckily, we didn't have to do that.

We're walking along a bridge on the way to the resort when we see a blonde girl walking towards us.

"Is that... Sarah?" I say quietly, squinting a little bit to try and make out the figure. We get closer, and I get my answer before I can tell myself.

"Snowy?" I hear, and I look up at JJ. He's smiling, but looks worried. Within seconds, the girl is running up to us and throwing her arms around us.

"Oh my god, Snowy, JJ, I am so happy to see you." I grin as I hug her back.

"I'm so glad you're okay... Pope said your boat flipped, how did you get here?" I ask as we finally pull away.

"We got picked up by a cargo ship, but they tried to turn us in when we docked." Sarah explains. "Nice haircut, by the way." She grins, reaching out to touch my hair where it now ends right above my shoulders.

"Wheres John B?" JJ asks and Sarah sighs a little, turning her attention to him.

"I told him not to, but he's currently breaking into my family's vacation home on Paradise Island." She explains. "That's where the gold is."

"Where's that?" JJ asks and she points back behind us.

"It's that house, with the lights there on the beach." She points it out and we both look back.

"Holy shit, I thought Tannyhill was nice." I laugh a little.

"I'm gonna go find him, you guys go back where you and John B are camping out and we'll be back soon." JJ says, turning to me. "Stay safe, okay?" He says, planting a kiss on my forehead before taking off in a light jog back the way we came.

"Woah, uhm, what was that about?" Sarah asks me as she turns and we start to head back toward the resort.

"Long story." I sigh, but I guess there's no better time to talk about it than now. "We talked things out on the boat from Florida, well, fought it out, then we kissed... A bunch... and then I said I don't want to jump straight into another relationship so we'll just play it out and see what happens."

"Wait, back up, you and Rafe broke up?" She asks.

"Not exactly, but I doubt he'll welcome me with open arms after Pope almost killed him and I left him behind." I say sadly.

"He'll be pissed, sure, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care anymore. What if he wants to work it out?"

I sigh and shake my head. "I really don't know, Sarah. Something about being with JJ feels wrong, but he's my best friend, you know? I don't want to hurt him, besides it feels healing for me. I wanted this chance for years and now here it is on a silver platter and I don't know if I can take it."

Sarah shrugs. "Trust your gut, I guess. Don't commit to anything right now." She advises me and I nod. "In other relationship news, John B and I got married." She smiles, and my jaw drops.

"Stop, you're literally kidding." I laugh slightly.

"No ma'am. I mean, it's not legal, but the sentiment is there. That's what matters." She smiles and I stop and hug her.

"Oh my god!" I say happily and we both laugh. "Congratulations! That's so frickin' cute, you guys are perfect."

"Thank you, yeah..." Sarah smiles as she lets go. "I'm really happy. I just know he's the one for me, you know?"

"No, not really at the moment." I joke, making her laugh.

"Okay, well, yeah, not yet." She nudges me with her elbow as we keep walking.

Just as we pass the middle of the bridge, we hear a car pull up next to us and before we can even process the situation, we're both being grabbed and thrown into a van, and speeding off down the road.

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[sublimecatgalaxy]

♥️ To Do List ♥️ 1/19/23

Hi everyone! I wanted to give you guys another, updated idea on what I have planned to post over the next week or so.

Just a reminder that my requests are opened and I have updated my character list and masterlist so give it a peek :)

Let me know in the comments which ones you guys are most excited for!!

-Liz :)

Planned (this upcoming week or two):

Liability Part 4 and Part 5: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Sorry I've taken so long to update this fic, I was on vacation and then I was in the hospital twice since I've been home

Smut Request by @leahlovestwd: The original request was deleted in the tumblr-verse so this will be a completely new formatted oneshot about Daryl where he and the reader have had a sort of sexual tension for a while and it finally becomes too much when Daryl sees another man flirting with the reader.

Requests (next few days):

Smut Request by @honey-on-my-lips: Spencer Reid x Reader "Part 2 to this fic".

Flirty/Fluff Request by @sleepless-lies; Elliot x Reader; Summary: "can you please do prompt 25 and 26 where he’s trying to apologize for something stupid he did (flirt with her friend or something)."

Fluff Request by @what-muses; Summary: "May I request a Jonathan Byers x female reader where they play “never have I ever?” And somehow end up kissing?"

Fluff Request by @steezysimfinds; Summary: "Y/N calling Loki “My King”."

Fluff Request by @steezysimfinds; Summary: "Y/N (or another hero) has a perfect opportunity to capture Loki, but Y/N stops it so Loki can escape."

Fluff Request by @steezysimfinds; Summary: "'Why are you here?' and 'I didn’t have anywhere else to go'. Maybe Enemies to Lovers?"

Angst Request by @tearsaura; Summary: "Can I request something angsty with the prompts 11 and 15 for Aaron Hotchner?"

Eventual (TBD):

Anon Smut Request: JJ Maybank x Reader; Summary: "JJ Maybank smut with best friends to lovers? Maybe they get super high and they get into mischief?"

Oneshot Request by @bringinsexybackk69: Daryl Dixon x Wife!Reader Summary: Daryl and his wife were separated at the fall of the prison bit the Reader manages to escape with Glenn. When they end up upon Abe and his crew, reuniting, they form a group looking for the rest of their family. At Terminus, once all the fighting is over, Daryl and Reader reunite.

'Him + I' Multipart Series: Bodyguard!Daryl x Mafia!Reader Summary: Daryl is entrusted with protecting his bosses daughter which, in all of his years of working, is proving to be one of the most difficult jobs he's been given. Not because the job is difficult but because she is difficult.

'Breathe Me' Multipart Series: Bucky Barnes x Therapist!Reader Summary: Bucky's difficult part and sharp attitude makes their sessions difficult but his therapist gets right through to him with some 'unconventional' methods.

'Cruel Summer' Oneshot: JJ Maybank x Reader Summary: JJ Maybank makes it his personal job to see that Topper's older cousin is given the full tour of all that the Outer-banks has to offer, including his way of life.

'Daddy Dearest' Oneshot: Negan Smith x Reader AU Summary: Strictly for the pleasure of @ncllywrites, this lengthy oneshot is about the situationship between Negan Smith, a CEO in New York City, and one of his many assistants. Of course he goes after the one girl who doesn't fall at his feet, making it his personal effort to win her over by any means necessary.

'Lights, Cameras, Action' Oneshot: Rafe Cameron x Camgirl!Reader Summary; Rafe falls in love with his most recent camgirl that he's been going to when he craves human (electronic) interaction and affection. Simple as that.

'The Chain' Multipart Series: Summary; The Mandalorian is tasked to take on a high risk, high priced bounty, an escort, who he later realizes isn't wanted for the right reasons and takes it on himself to see that she's handled properly.

Unnamed Oneshot; Spencer Reid x agent!reader; Summary: "After Reid gets out of prison and they're interrogating Cat, it comes out that she's pregnant with Reid's child. Following a big blow up, the reader has some words with Spencer but also with Cat."

Unnamed Oneshot; Aaron Hotcher x teacher!reader; Summary: "The reader meets Aaron at Jack's parents teacher conferences and he's heard all about Jack's 'cute teacher' through Penelope who's done snooping and also through Jack who's completely infatuated with her. When he gives her his personal number to reach out to him regarding Jack when he's off on a case, does she take it as an invitation to reach out to him or does she not?"

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[sunnyie-eve]

500-year-old mystery(Pt.25)

Series: Never Leave You | OBX

Paring: (JJ Maybank x OFC! Rafe Cameron x OFC!)

Word Count: 1664

Warnings: fluff, death, comforting

A/N: Last one till Season 4 comes out but I'm going to make a Rafe Cameron story next

Last

"We're gonna be landing about a couple of hours out of Tres Rocas, at a farm. It's right here." JJ shows the girls on a map.

"A couple of hours?" Kiara looks at him.

"Yeah, but Barracuda Mike says there's a bus into town we should be able to catch, so..." JJ adds.

"What if they're not there?" Callie asks.

"If they're not there... free vacation. We're on an adventure, baby. Come on now."

When they land the three get on the bus to Tres Rocas and when they arrive JJ sees Pope and Cleo running, "You gotta be kidding me. We haven't been here for two minutes!" JJ laughs, "Como estas, amigos." JJ leans out the bus.

"What the..."Pope says then tells the three they gotta run already so they do going to hide. "By the way, Rafe says be safe." Pope looks over at Callie.

"He brought Ward hurt to the plane because he was spotted." Cleo adds.

"Ward is in South America?' Kiara looks at them. 

"Yes, back at the plane." Pope adds. 

JJ takes them back to Barracuda Mike to get a boat to go to where the others went with Big John. "Do you trust Ward?" Pope asks Callie as they follow the directions to El Tesoro.

"Hell, no. Just because I have this newly friendship with Rafe doesn't mean I suddenly like and trust Ward. And please don't think I forgot about what Rafe did to you because I don't. I give him shit still." Callie lets him know.

"Not to mention some of the money he got melting down the cross he gave to Tess to get the doctor Will bribed to tell the truth 

so Will gets not right to Callie." Kiara lets Pope know.

"Well, at least it's for a good cause."

When they get to the right place JJ and the other hide and see Singh and his men looking for John B so over night they come up with a plan to distract then men wait at the water with fireworks to make it seem like they were getting shot at.

"Wow, they're fast." Callie says out of breathe walking with Kie and JJ while Pope and Cleo were ahead of them.

"I hate this." Kie huffs as JJ uses his machete to whack at grass. 

"I can't believe I'm saying this but I want to go back to the OBX." JJ sighs. 

"Same." The girls say.

Catching up to Pope and Cleo, who found a path, they all walk together again following. Finally after some time the group find the other three at gun point with Ward so they pull out their machetes running at Ward.

"You're out numbered Ward. What are you gonna do shoot us all?" Callie tells him. 

Ward still points the gun at John B so Sarah steps in front of him placing the gun at her chests knowing her father wouldn't pull the trigger. One of Carlos' men shows up trying to shoot Sarah but Ward jumps in front of her and gets shot in the chest. As he falls, he tackles one of Carlos' men and they fall off a cliff.

They all look over to see the two dead on the ground. Callie felt sorry for Sarah as she cried and knew Rafe was going to be upset at the news as well. Which Big John hurting from his wound he got they head back to the boat. Sadly Big John  dies from the wound on the boat with the group. The group makes a spot for a reminder for Big John even for Ward too.

When they get back to the OBX Tess did get the doctor to confess Will paid him to lie so Callie was free from Will and had a restraining order against him. At the moment Callie was on her way to Tannyhill to see Rafe. As soon as he opened the door seeing her he pulls her into a hug.

"I have some news to share with you." She pulls out of the hug walling inside. 

"What is it?" He asks worried she choose JJ instead of taking time.

"It's about Ward..." She turn to face him.

"What happened?"

"He's dead...for real this time." She watches him sit down, "One of Carlos' men was going to shoot Sarah but he jumped in front of her to save her. He tackled the man off the cliff. He died being a good father." Callie's eyes get glassy, "I'm sorry, Rafe. I even helped Sarah put up a cross for him." Rafe stands up pulling her into a hug to cry so she comforts him.

"He said I was a good boy... I'm in control now. I'm the man. All of it is mine, everything here. That I proved myself... He loves me. He knows I'm a good boy because you see something in me and care for me."

"He's right and I do. At least your last conversion was good. He was finally proud of you. You got what you wanted from him. And thank you for giving my aunt money." Callie rubs his back.

"Of course."

-

"Tess is still on her vacation?" JJ walks into Callie's place.

"She comes back in a few days so I'm stuck running the gift shop for a little longer. I mean Rafe helps at times and you but still." Callie walks into the room looking a mess.

"What the hell are you doing in there?" JJ laughs at her.

"Trying to bake stupid snacks we sell at the shop. I don't understand how she does this." Callie walks back into the kitchen. 

It's been 18 months since everything and Callie was just being friends with JJ and Rafe. For ten months Callie actually went away with her aunt just to be alone on a family vacation going around the world. When she got back there was no more little hookups between Rafe and her. Rafe still had feelings for her but her was fine as long as he still had her around. JJ still loved her but lowered his flirting down some not wanting to push her.  She still cared for both boys but JJ still had her heart.

"I thought women knew how to bake." JJ laughs looking at everything so she throws flower at his face. He just stands there before wiping his face, "You wanna play like that?" He does the same to her so they run around the kitchen making a bigger mess.

Callie slips falling down onto her back making JJ laugh so she trips him making him fall next to her, "How does that fell? Hurts, huh?" She groans in pain looking at him. 

"You gotta little something in your hair." JJ leans over her pulling out a pretzel stick.

Callie just stares at him before pulling him down so his lips will met her then starts kissing him, very slowly, very softly.

JJ moved his lips just the way she was doing it, like he was following her moves. On the inside he was dying missing her lips. Callie pulls away, making it a short kiss. It was their first kiss in 18 months after all. JJ opened his eyes and looked at her.

Suddenly, they were brought back from their own little world when they heard Tess enter the room, "I come home earlier to this! Really guys." 

They both get up from the floor looking around the room, "JJ started it."

"You threw the flower first!" JJ lightly shoves her.

"Just clean this up while I settle in then clean yourselves up." Tess shakes her head leaving the room.

The two start cleaning up the kitchen in silence not talking about what just happened between them. When they were finished they go take showers to clean themselves up. Afterwards JJ walks into Callie's room as she combs her hair.

"Are we gonna talk about it or act like it never happened?" 

"No, we should talk." She looks over at him so he goes in shutting the door behind him.

"Why'd you do it?"

"My heart told me too. The entire time we were gone for those ten months I thought long and hard. I'll never not love you. I care about Rafe but I think it's impossible for him to steal my heart like you have." She explains to him.

"Can you kiss me again?" JJ smiles so Callie leans over kissing him.

"Let's not rush and enjoy being together." 

JJ takes his necklace off putting it back onto her, "You look better with this on." He kisses her forehead. "Now I gotta go check on my boat. I'll be back for dinner." He kissed her quickly before leaving.

Callie heads off to her gift shop to open it and first was Rafe to walk in to help, "Right on time." He smiles then sees the necklace, "You're back with JJ?" 

She looks down at it, "We're going slow this time so it's not a wedding ring anymore." 

"If he hurts you..." Rafe walks up to her, "I will jump him and you can't stop me. Got it?" He looks down at her so she pulls him into a hug.

"You're still stuck with me though. I'm not going anywhere." She lets him know.

"Fine by me princess." He goes to organize the store. 

-

"An expedition of one man, John Routledge, and a group of teenagers, who are with us today. Locals, who grew up here and who succeeded where centuries of conquistadors, explorers, and admirals failed. Today, we come together to celebrate theses teens, friends from both sides of the island who came together to solve this 500-year-old mystery. Let's here it for them." The group stands as everyone cheers for them.

The way the group celebrates was to smoke one of being recognized. As they stand around they see a man walk over to Sarah and John B so they go over to see what's it about. He complimenting their discovery of El Dorado and everything. He then asks them to look at something of his. He has a proposition for them to help him find Blackbeard's treasure.

They all just look at each other, "God damn." John B smiles.

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[spinningintheshadows]

Going on Vacation with JJ (2)

Warning: smut ahead, return of the breeding kink again (I'm sorry I can't stop). The concept of this started out as "cockwarming and sleepy love confessions." I don't know what happened, but I'm sorry. not really. Prepare your holy water and Mom, I'm sorry I'm a whore.

When you woke up the next morning, the first thing you realized was that you were thirsty

The second thing was that your face was smooshed against JJs bare chest

And finally, that you could feel his morning erection through his sweatpants.

You went to move, but his arms wrapped around you tighter.

“Don’t move it’s too early”

“It’s 11:30, J”

“Too early. I just wanna hold you”

“You are holding me”

“I’ve been waiting to do this for 8 years, let me have my moment”

Your mind spun. Had John James Maybank been in love with you since you’d started dating your ex?

You decided not to think too much about it

Slowly you moved your hand down from his chest to his sweatpants.

“And what do you think you’re doing, sweetheart?”

“Just wanna be close to you J. Was gonna sit on your pretty cock”

“You wanna keep my cock warm pretty girl? C'mere”

He slowly moved so he could kick the sweatpants off and you moved to remove your panties.

You repositioned so you were still cuddled up to him as you slid down his cock.

The fact that you were still over sensitive from last night was both a blessing and a curse because you swore you could feel every ridge of his cock inside you.

“God, Y/N, I love you.”

“Because I’m sitting on your cock?”

“No, because I love you. It broke my heart to see you show up to my apartment and tell me how he cheated on you with your ex best friend, crying. It broke my heart to know that you were supposed to get married and wanted a family with this man. I’ve waited eight years to tell you exactly how much I love you”

“I love you too, J. But you can’t cum in me again.”

“Because you’re not on the pill. I told you, I don’t care.”

“I’m not trapping you with a baby, JJ”

“It’s not trapping me if I want it to happen.”

You couldn’t help but think back to the night before, the way his eyes darkened when you told him you weren't on the pill.

The way he had pounded into you after he told you didn’t care.

“If you don’t stop clenching around me I’m gonna cum before I get to fuck you properly”

“Then you better start moving, J, because I’m already close”

Without skipping a beat he starts moving his hips, letting you feel every push and drag of him inside you.

Instead of the fast, rough pace of last night, he’s being extra gentle this time around.

His movements are softer, the kisses are softer

And you’re still losing your everloving mind because of him.

You’re still a moaning mess because of him and he loves the way you sound when you moan his name.

“I can feel you’re close, pretty girl. You gonna cum for me?”

You can only respond with a moan of his name as you clench down on him, cumming on his cock for the second time in as many days.

“That’s it pretty girl, cum on my cock for me. Fuck, I love you, Y/N.”

His pace quickens slightly as he chases his high.

“I’m gonna fuck a baby into you, princess. Can’t stop thinking about it. Wanna see you have my baby.”

“Yes J, do it.”

Before he can respond properly, you feel him releasing inside you with a moan of your name, hips stuttering a bit as he reaches that high, the feeling almost making you want to come again.

Neither of you move for several moments, just savoring the moment together.

Finally, you move to get off of him and he frowns.

“Where are you going.”

“I’m just putting my panties back on, relax.”

You cuddle up to him in bed, wore out again.

“If you don’t leave here pregnant, I’m going to be disappointed.”

“You are a wild one, JJ Maybank. Only you would get off on getting your best friend pregnant.”

“Not just my best friend, the love of my life.

“So you’ve said.”

“And I mean it. Next time we come here, it’ll be because it’s our honeymoon. I’m gonna bring you back here as your husband, not your best friend.”

“Okay J, if you say so”

He presses his lips to yours, struggling because he can’t stop smiling.

“I love you, pretty girl.”

“I love you too, J.”

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[avenging-fandoms]

OUTER BANKS MASTERLIST

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RAFE CAMERON

- cleaning him up after a fight (fluff, hint of angst)

- enemies with benefits (smut, bit of angst)

- enemies with benefits pt. 2 (smut, big of angst)

- enemies with benefits pt. 3 (smut, fluff, angst)

- truth or dare shotgun (bit of angst, flirting, pogue!reader)

- bestfriend!rafe & gta (fluff)

- you & me got a whole lot of history (fluff)

- win or lose gta (smut)

- college!rafe (fluff)

- restless nights (fluff)

- good vibrations (smut)

- initial necklace (fluff)

- safe haven (fluff, bit of angst)

- family (angst) (mini series)

- dating rafe (moodboard)

- fratboy!rafe (moodboard

- study buddy (fluff)

- jealousy jealousy (smut)

- project buddy, college!rafe (fluff)

- boat study date, project buddy pt. 2 (fluff)

- drunk confessions (fluff)

- three’s a crowd (smut) (threesome) (rafe x jj x reader

- hickeys (fluff)

- Trigger Happy / Rafe Cameron (angst)

- surprise, college!rafe (fluff)

- roller coaster fear (fluff)

- experiments (smut)

- first date (fluff)

- you're my girl (fluff)

- Hurts Like Hell / Rafe Cameron (angst, smut)

- i love you (fluff)

- sick days (fluff)

- good vibrations (sub!rafe) (smut)

- instagram posts

- mine (possessive!rafe, angst?) (knife kink)

- jealous (canon!rafe)

- jealous pt. 2 (canon!rafe)

- body shots (collegeboy!rafe)

- rafe cameron spotify playlist

- pov: rafe cameron throws a house party spotify playlist

- EWB series spotify playlist

JJ MAYBANK

- saturday morning (fluff)

- bites of love (fluff)

- enemies to fuck buddies (angst, smut)

- boat date (fluff)

- sneaking away (kook!reader, fluff, bit of smut)

- trying new things (smut, fluff)

- trying new things pt. 2 (smut)

- initial tattoos (fluff)

- fear of tattoos being spotted (fluff)

- fighting with jj (angst, bit of fluff)

- jj maybank spotify playlist

- showering with jj (fluff)

- caught (smut)

- piercings (fluff)

- midnight kisses (fluff)

- in the twinkie (smut)

- drunk pick-up lines (fluff)

- protective boyfriend (fluff, small angst)

- three’s a crowd (smut) (threesome) (rafe x jj x reader

JOHN B ROUTLEDGE

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POPE HAYWARD

- commando (smut, fluff)

SARAH CAMERON

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KIARA CARRERA

- matching bracelets (fluff)

DREW STARKEY

- caught in the rain (bit of angst, fluff)

- watching outer banks (fluff)

- embarrassing moments (angst, fluff)

- rafe's new girlfriend surprise (fluff)

- tik tok obsession (fluff)

- instagram photo dump

- instagram photo dump

- dating drew starkey (moodboard)

- vacationing with drew starkey (moodboard)

RUDY PANKOW

- instagram photo dump

- instagram photo dump

- cologne prank (fluff)

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[goldenroutledge]

teenage fever— place i belong.

pairing(s): jj maybank x reader

word count: 2.0k

summary: thanks to jj, you remember there’s no place like home.

a/n: this is the prologue to my jj series! i’m so excited to start it and i really hope you guys like it. don’t be shy— let me know your thoughts <3

teenage fever masterlist

© goldenroutledge || do not plagiarize, repost, or translate my work in any way

They say there’s no place like home.

A quick lesson to learn after weeks on “vacation”. Because let’s face it, after a while, the thought of sleeping in your own bed sounds exceptional. Not to mention the uncomfortable feeling of wearing out your welcome in someone else’s home, because they also say fish and guests harbor the same policy; they start to smell after three days. You were glad to be back.

During your trip to Charleston to look after your smaller cousins while their parents went on a Caribbean cruise, your dear friends anxiously awaited your return before starting any big summer plans without you. Or as JJ would reassure, ‘there’s no party if you’re not there, honey.’

Trudging straight to your bedroom once you entered your house, you didn’t feel like you’d be in much of a party mood this weekend. But as soon as you woke up after some much needed uninterrupted sleep and remembered your plans for the day didn’t involve slicing food into small pieces or partaking in any kids tea parties, your spirits lifted immensely.

The ride to the Chateau seemed like it would never end judging by the way you couldn’t stop tapping the top of the steering wheel with your thumb, excited to see your people again. Maybe one just a smidge more than the rest— a certain blond pogue that caused your heart to beat a little faster. But for now, it could be pushed aside.

“Welcome!” John B called out as you parked and got out of your car, his arms up in the air for a dramatic effect. Pope, Sarah, and Kiara were all in tow with smiles on their faces as they made greetings of their own one by one.

“Salutations, my friends!” You embraced John B first, matching his demeanor before going down the line to give out more hugs.

“It’s good to see your face again, Y/n/n. Did you have fun?” Kiara queried.

“As much fun as I could have babysitting for almost 3 weeks.” Your lips pursed together in a tight-lipped smile after answering, your eyes now scattering the yard in discontentment. “Where’s JJ?”

“Inside.” Pope responded. “Did you get home okay last night? How was the drive back?”

“Long. But yeah, I just knocked out right after. No use in announcing my arrival when-”

“Did you miss me?” JJ hollered in your direction, the sound of the screen door shutting behind him interrupting your sentence as he sauntered over.

“JJ?!”

Instantly, your eyes lit up when they landed on him, clad in a faded turquoise t-shirt as he held out his arms for you. Your lips pressed to his cheek in a sweet peck before accepting his enveloping embrace without a doubt, the two of you spinning slightly upon impact. You both allowed your eyes to flutter shut for the moment being, holding each other close.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that question?”

“I guess so.” JJ muttered. “But you already know I missed you, didn’t think you needed to ask.”

“Did you, now?”

“Sure I did.” He confirmed, stepping back with a nod. “I mean nobody would let me throw any wild ragers that you would miss out on so..”

“Well, you’ve got me for the next few months. Now you can throw all the ragers you want.”

JJ’s eyebrow quirked, trying to detect sarcasm anywhere in your statement. “Don’t tempt me, baby.”

“Ahem.” John B coughed under his breath, alerting his two friends that he was still very much present, along with 3 others that felt too awkward to speak up.

“How about those milkshakes we talked about, guys?” Sarah suggested, dangling the keys to the Twinkie between two fingers. “My treat!”

“Are you tired?” JJ asked you. “I can pick yours up if you wanna stay here and rest for a bit.”

“No, no! I haven’t seen my best friends in weeks. And you think I’m gonna turn down a milkshake date with Sarah Cameron?”

“Hey, this is a milkshake date with all of us!” JJ argued.

“Well, she is paying...”

“Just wanna do something special for my lady.” Sarah commented, holding out her hand to which you accepted.

“Your lady…?”

“Sorry, J. Maybe it’ll be your date next time.” You shrugged with a wink, already headed for the Twinkie.

-

“A vanilla for Pope, and chocolates for John B and JJ?” Sarah listed off the orders to double check, her head peeking in through the open door.

“Isn’t it strawberry for JJ?” You piped up before he could answer, glancing at him to either confirm or deny.

“Yes please.” He grinned politely.

The boys stayed in the van while the girls went in to order the shakes, figuring that some time together in the Twinkie without any noise from other customers would be the best place to indulge in the sweet treats.

“Man, where were you when Y/n pulled up?” Pope interrogated his friend who was in the passenger seat, fidgeting with a pen and it’s cap.

“I was like one minute late, relax. Had to fix my hair n’ shit.”

“Aw. So cute.” John B cooed. “I could tell she was kinda freaking out when she didn’t see you, y’know.”

“And then that long ass hug, straight out of a movie? What’s up with that?” Pope chimed in with a question of his own.

JJ shrugged. “Nothing’s up. Not sure what you mean.”

“Oh? How about the part where she kissed you? You gotta know what that means.” John B protested.

“She kissed me on the cheek.” JJ corrected his friend, biting back a smile as he chewed on his bottom lip.

“Hm. She didn’t kiss any of us on the cheek, dude.”

“Maybe because y’all have girlfriends..? I mean it wouldn’t even be that weird cuz we’re all close friends and stuff. You’re just reading too much into it.” JJ ranted, cheeks burning.

“Oh JJ, I missed you so much.” John B mocked, voice falling softer.

“I missed you too, baby.” Pope added, making kissy faces that JJ caught sight of in the rearview mirror, deadpanning.

Meanwhile, Sarah and Kie happened to be grilling you on the same topic. The list of orders ahead of you happened to be long, leaving you three to sit and wait at one of the tables.

“You missed us too, right? Or were you just daydreaming about JJ the whole time?” Sarah implored.

“Of course I missed you! Those kids were driving me insane.”

“You know who else was going insane without you?” Kiara questioned, ready to respond to her own rhetoric. “JJ.”

You shot the brunette a glare, to which she only put her hands up in surrender. “I’m just saying! He just wasn’t himself.”

“I second that.” Sarah agreed. “He asked when you were coming back like, I don’t know… a thousand times?”

“Doubt it. It was way more than that.” Kiara reckoned.

“Mhm. Sure.” You nodded, appeasing their unlikely observations.

“It’s true! He was just like a lost puppy all those weeks, all alone… no one to turn to.” Kiara quipped.

“And are we going to ignore that kiss?! I’m kinda mad I didn’t get one… but I know he’s extra special to you so I won’t feel slighted.” Sarah dramaticized.

“Order for Sarah?” An employee called out, disrupting your bubbling thoughts as he placed two cup holders of milkshakes on the counter.

You hurriedly got up to disengage from whatever conversation Sarah and Kiara wanted to have, two of you picking up one cup holder each while the third held the door open. With a brisk walk across the street and back to the Twinkie, you just hoped you were free from this interrogation. For now, at least.

-

By the time the stars came out, most of the pogues lay asleep, dispersed in different rooms of the Chateau. The sugar intake must’ve taken its effect on their bodies, leaving everyone a little drowsy and lethargic.

JJ's offer to join him in the hammock was one that couldn’t be refused, especially now that your friends weren’t awake and more than ready to tease you about it. Spending time with the pogues may have been euphoric, but being alone with JJ may have been unmatched. Just the two of you.

In the hammock you faced one another, legs outstretched and parallel to his as there was a leisurely swing to the netting of fabric. The silence was comfortable, some of the best silence you’ve experienced in weeks due to your other obligations keeping you busy.

“Did you have fun on your trip?” JJ rasped, looking up at you from the soda can he held in his lap.

“Sort of, if that’s what you call cleaning up Spaghettios, watching Doc McStuffins, and living with a constant screaming-induced headache.”

JJ chuckled softly at your take on babysitting, knowing you’ve never been a fan of unruly children.

“It was a nice break I guess.”

“Then I hope you’re not all worn out. This summer’s gonna be so great that you won’t even remember all of that.”

“I better not.” You bargained. “I need to wipe that trip from my memory. Fast.”

“I’m your guy, then. If anyone knows how to forget a bad memory, it’s me.” The blond jested, chuckling to himself inwardly.

Your lips settled into a slight frown, unaware of any specifics he was referring to, but it hurt to hear JJ make those kinds of remarks. “So.. what’ve you been up to?”

“Waiting patiently by the window for when you come home, of course.” He quipped, earning an eye roll in return. “Where else would I be?”

“I should’ve known.” You mumbled, matching his sarcasm. “I didn’t hear from you so I was just wondering. Feels like you disappear sometimes, J.”

“Then I’ll tell you what��” JJ began his proposition, making slow movements in the hammock to sit up and meet you in the middle. He snapped off the tab of his soda can, his hold tight on the small piece of aluminum before it could slip away.

His fingers glided up to the back of your neck, brushing your hair to the side to find the clasp of the simple silver chain you wore. JJ remembered you had some philosophy about finding a charm for it someday, making it your own without paying more money for something that held no emotional value.

“Wear this, and you can have a piece of me wherever you go.” JJ whispered, breath fanning your ear as he dropped the soda tab down the chain to hang from the lowest point of the necklace.

His words made you both chuckle breathlessly at their banality, something JJ would never admit to saying in the presence of anyone else.

“Why, thank you. That’s really sweet.” You beamed, feeling much warmer inside at the gesture. Butterflies, maybe?

The boy took it upon himself to now lay beside you, arm swinging around your shoulders as you laid back as well, fiddling with one of the rings on his fingers.

“Happy to be home, Y/n?”

“Mhm. I missed you.”

His lips curled into a soft smile, finding it hard not to for some reason. The feeling was almost nerving as his heart pounded in his chest. “Yeah? Y’know they say there’s no place like it.”

“They also say home is where the heart is.” You added, turning on your side to trace heart shapes on the blond’s chest.

“Who’s they again?”

You pushed him lightly at his urge to always crack a joke, but you couldn’t help but love that about him. “I actually don’t know. Just go with it.”

“Whatever you say.” He surrendered, yawning shortly after. His words were soft and full of somnolence, telling that he wasn’t far from drifting off to sleep. “As long as home for you isn’t somewhere super far away, then we’re good. Don’t go runnin’ off on me.”

“Don’t worry, J. My home is a lot closer than you think.”

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[collecting-stories]

Cruel Summer - JJ Maybank

Request: hey!! could i request a fic where reader is a pogue and reader and jj have recently started a fwb relationship but they both start to fall for each other with out telling the other.  finally reader tells jj she can’t do it anymore and then a love confession please!! thank you i love your writing so much :)))

TS Anthology Series | Outer Banks Masterlist

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The first time you slept with JJ was a party at the boneyard. It was technically in the back of the Twinkie while everyone else was down the beach, three sheets to the wind. You were drunk enough to think sleeping with your best friend was a good idea but sober enough to remember the experience the next day. 

While the initial shock of knowing that you’d had sex with your best friend, possibly altering the course of your friendship in the process, wasn’t easy, it was a welcomed relief that there were no messy feelings involved. There was no denying that JJ was attractive, you were a human with a pulse after all, but you weren’t secretly harboring a massive crush on him that had led to sex. It was just a matter of timing. You were both there, both in the mood, it just sort of made sense…in a weird way that you didn’t think too hard about. 

JJ was much more laid back than you were about the entire ordeal, even if neither of you were interested in each other. “Last night was fun, we should do it again.” 

And that was how it started, really. JJ’s suggestion, observation, whatever you called it in the moment, that you keep doing the thing you had done last night. Just as friends, just for fun. You were laidback and chill, or maybe you wanted to prove you were, so you agreed. It wasn’t like you were dating at the time. It wasn’t like you wanted to either. 

Everything always felt relaxed with JJ. Whether it was because he manufactured every single moment that way or because he was just organically that laidback on a regular basis, having sex with him just to have sex felt as bizarrely normal as meeting up for a surf or lunch. 

“I can’t believe you guys are sleeping together.” While most of the pogues knew and pretended they didn’t, Sarah was unable to shake the idea. She was the least inclined for casual sex and seemed determined to prove that it was impossible. At least, between the two of you. 

“Why?” You shrugged, sucking the last remnants of your slurpee from the bottom of your cup. The two of you had met up at the corner 7-11 and were making your way slowly down the beach to meet everyone else. “I get to have sex and it’s with someone I’m comfortable with who I trust totally…that’s not weird.” 

“So there are no feelings? At all?” She asked. 

“Well yeah, he’s my best friend and I love him but not like that…I’m not in love with him.” 

The adjunct onto the end of the sentence felt clunky and awkward. When Kiara had first found out, she’d asked if you guys were dating and JJ had answered, laughing, that “you know I’d never do that to you”. It was an ongoing joke amongst the pogues, simply because everyone else had always been convinced there was something there. Despite knowing there was nothing, you couldn’t help the twist in your stomach though you chalked it up to being caught on the couch in the porch at the Chateau. 

Now you had that feeling again and it wasn’t the slurpee or the heat. 

“What if he starts dating someone else?” She kept the probe going as you crossed over some vacationing families and spotted the other pogues already set up. 

“Well, we’re not dating so it doesn’t matter.” 

Your conversation with Sarah ended then but her words didn’t leave you, like an alarm that kept going off inside your head, just when you started to ease yourself into the afternoon JJ would do something that would set off the echo and you’d feel yourself pulling back. You’d always been affectionate with each other and maybe sleeping together, being so intimate, allowed for more affection to spill over into regular hang-outs. It wasn’t something you usually worried about but suddenly it felt like the only thing you could concentrate on. 

Maybe Sarah was right. Maybe you hadn’t liked him in the beginning but over the course of things, opening yourself up to someone you trusted and felt so comfortable with had turned into something more than friendship and you were just lagging behind, refusing to see it. You weren’t the only one in the relationship though and as soon as you had settled your own feelings you began to fret over JJ’s. Had he reached the same conclusion as you? Did he feel the same way and he just wasn’t telling you? 

He’d always been pretty upfront with his feelings. JJ was the one who wanted to keep this going in the first place, not at all shy in the proposition. Knowing that, you doubted he felt anything…he would’ve told you if did. And he hadn’t, so he didn’t. 

“Hey,” the cold glass of a beer bottled was pressed against your bare shoulder blade and you arched forward suddenly, trying and failing to get away from the sensation as droplets of water rolled down your skin. When you reached for the bottle it was removed, held above your head and you realized it was JJ behind you, grinning as a droplet of perspiration fell from the bottom ring and landed on your cheek. 

“Oh my god, JJ, that’s freezing cold.” You grumbled, “what the hell?” 

“What the hell is right,” he replied, though there wasn’t any edge to his voice, he was perfectly relaxed, “what’s up with you?”

“Nothing, why?”

“Cause you’ve been sitting over here all day.” Calling the last three hours all day was a gross overstatement of time but you knew what he meant. 

“What’s the problem with that?” You were being evasive. 

“You usually sit next to me.” He pouted. “Is something wrong?” 

You bit your bottom lip, dragging your teeth over your skin until you released it before attempting what you knew was an awkward smile. You had already pre-decided JJ’s feelings for him and were avoiding him to avoid  the conversation you were bound to have when he found out you had feelings for him. JJ had been pretty clear in the beginning, he just wanted something casual, where he didn’t need to live up to anyone’s expectation. 

“No,” you shook your head, looking down toward the shoreline where your other friends were jumping waves. You’d been so lost in your head you hadn’t even noticed they left and now you were trying to tell JJ that you were fine. 

“Are you sure?” He pushed, an obvious sign that he was sure you were lying to him. 

“I don’t think we should sleep together anymore.” You got the words out as quickly as possible, letting out a quiet huff after, avoiding JJ’s eyes. “It’s just…awkward and weird now and I didn’t think it would be but it is.” 

“Oh,” JJ slipped his hat off, bending the bill in his fist as he tried to process your words, a last ditch effort to save face, “well I’ve never had anyone describe me as awkward during sex-“

“JJ,” you laughed in spite of yourself, nudging him with your elbow, “I just...�� pogues never lied to each other, they were always honest, it was like the holy grail of rules amongst your friend group. “We agreed when we started this that it was no strings attached, ya know? Just two friends hooking up.”

“Yeah, so?”

You shrugged your shoulder, leaning into it as if you could burrow your head back into yourself somehow, “so...that’s not me anymore. I don’t feel like I wanna be just friends hooking up anymore. In the beginning, it was easy...but. But I really like you, like a lot. And I don’t wanna just be your friend, waiting for you to cut this off for someone else.”

There was a beat between you, when both of you were just staring straight ahead at your friends playing out by the waves. This wasn’t the light-hearted conversation that JJ had walked over here for. This felt heavy, it felt like it could change everything between the two of you, if sleeping together hadn’t already done that.  

“Maybe I want that too.” JJ finally said, adding, “No, not maybe...I do want that too.”

“What? Are you serious?” You hated sounding so surprised when you were always so sure you knew JJ better than anyone.  

“It’s been a long time since I’ve thought of this as a friends with benefits thing...I’ll be honest, I’m not really sure I ever did.” JJ replied, “good to know my undeniable charm worked on you.”

“Your undeniable charm?” You laughed, turning away from the ocean to look at him.

“How is that so hard to believe?” JJ hooked his arm around your shoulders, bringing himself a little closer to you so he could lean in, pressing his forehead to yours, “we could get outta here and celebrate?”

“Do people celebrate dating?” You asked, setting your mouth in a line and narrowing your eyes as if you were truly contemplating the question.  

“What are you celebrating?” Kiara’s voice sounded and JJ broke away in surprise, cursing at her under his breath. “Are you guys ditching us to have sex? Again.”

“No-”

“Yes-”

You and JJ answered respectively and you elbowed JJ again, “we aren’t leaving. We’re coming down to join you...oh, did you know JJ has undeniable charm?”

Kiara looked him up and down skeptically, “this JJ?”

“You guys are dicks!” He huffed, getting up off the towel and following you down toward the ocean. He grabbed your hand when he got close enough and you paused for a second so the two of you could walk side by side.  

“You know my parents are visiting my grandma on the mainland tonight,” you mentioned, “we’ll have plenty of time to ‘celebrate’ then.”  

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A JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader Series

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚ JJ and Y/N have always had a relationship that runs a bit deeper than that of a friendship. When boundaries have already been pushed but neither party is willing to face the consequences, it's only a matter of time before one end of the rope snaps and what's supposed to be a fun vacation with friends turns into an emotional rollercoaster and grounds for confessions.

WARNING(S)‧₊˚ use of drugs and alcohol, mentions of sex, touching, swearing, unestablished relationship, angst,

!! A/N‧₊˚ This is a AU; no gold, no royal merchant, etc. Just a couple of freshly graduated young adults.

...CHAPTERS

"FRIENDS"

WONDER DUMMIED

HIM & I

HOT 'N COLD

JEALOUSY JEALOUSY

BREAKEVEN

FAIRYTALE

EPILOGUE [HOME]

...EXTRAS

Bonus Scenes;

Blurbs n Such;

Moodboards;

Chase Kingston (OC)

Social Media AU's;

Ch.3 | Aquarium

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Life & Death Brigade (OBX x WDW) — Chapter One: Eight

↳ A/N This is my first major crossover/multi-fandom fic so I'm a little nervous about what response it will get! It's been a few months since Outer Banks Season 2 was released but ever since I finished the series for a second time, I knew I had to write something inspired by that world. This is what became of that, title merely inspired by an episode of Gilmore Girls; Life & Death Brigade will bring two of my biggest fandoms together. I'm looking forward to hearing your thoughts!!

↳ Summary: Life on Figure Eight is ordinary for Daniel. He’s got everything he could ask for: a huge family estate on the water, friends that love to party as much as he does, and a year round membership to the country club. But just when his life is starting to get predictable, Daniel finds himself caught up in a secret society run by none other than JJ Maybank and his group of empty pocket misfits.

↳ Word Count: 3071

↳ Pairings: Daniel Seavey x OC, Best Friend JJ Maybank x OC

↳ Warnings: This story deals with illegal activity of secret societies, underage drinking, some violence, societal class divides, and other similar topics. Nothing too crazy but read at your own discretion.

↳ Life & Death Brigade Masterlist

When Daniel Seavey was eight-years-old, he learned that there were two sides to life on Kildare Island.

There were those who had promise: who lived in large estates on the water, who attended private schools and formal country club events, and who had the world at their fingertips and in their wallets. They lived on the north side of the Island in Figure Eight. Daniel was one of these pleasures to society. One of those young men with promise he was always told.

Then there were those who, well, were the opposite. Those who lived on overgrown streets in run down trailers or single room homes with holes in the roof, those who spent their days working the land or the country club kitchen, and those who were destined to be constant generations of throwaways. They lived on the south side of the Island on The Cut. Daniel was forbidden from setting foot down there for reasons he didn’t bother to ask about.

Daniel’s two elder brothers tended to exaggerate the truth but when it came to the lesser half of their society on the island, it didn’t seem to phase them. Their gullible little brother was too young to think any differently anyway. He was malleable and the perfect little cookie cutter for another privileged trust fund baby straight off Figure Eight.

When Daniel grew into his teenage years, he had settled into a friend group that seemed to have been privy to those same conversations as young boys from their own families. The folks on The Cut were dirty…there was no running water once you crossed the bridge. They were cheap…couldn’t even afford to cut their lawns or mend squeaky screen doors. They were lazy…couldn’t make a name for themselves if they tried. All they were good for was bussing tables or scrubbing yachts for those on Figure Eight.

Daniel laughed at his fair share of those jokes and the ridicules from his crowd towards the well known lesser society and he never felt shame for it. It was how it was on Kildare Island and how it always would be.

Summer after freshman year of college brought their momentarily distant group back together once more. Honestly summer was when Kildare Island thrived between the tourists waiting for a vacation fling, the packed house parties, and the warm weather calling them to the surf or, of course, to the golf course. Daniel knew the country club well and his membership had been well used since he turned fourteen and his parents blessed him with the responsibility of representing their family on the grounds as he wished. With manicured lawns that were so precise one would think they were cut with scissors; Kildare Island Country Club was one of Daniel’s favourite spots on the island.

Mornings were spent on the course – golfing eighteen holes if the group was up for it or nine holes if they were hungover – followed by lunch and drinks in the clubhouse restaurant. The warm North Carolina sun brought the group of five young men into the air conditioned hallways of the country club with a chorus of relived sighs. Daniel led the way through the back foyer towards the men’s locker room, pulling his golf gloves off with a huff and a shake of his head.

“Eight over par, man, shit.”

He tucked his gloves under his right arm to rip his score card in half and tossed it into the trash can nearby.

From his left, Rafe dropped a hand onto his shoulder, tossing a teasing remark to the rest of their group, “Better than your usual. What is it? Ten over? Twelve?”

The small group of friends laughed loudly at Daniel’s poorly played game as they made their way through the precisely trimmed halls of Kildare Island Country Club and through the white wood push doors to the changing rooms. The locker rooms were vastly nicer than any of the houses on The Cut and although Daniel had no visual proof of that, the fact that it was societally known was proof enough. He was all too familiar with the steam cleaned carpeted floors and the marble tile that lined the adjacent washrooms, the whitewashed trim and flawless sea foam painted walls. He felt just as home in the club than he did in his own family estate. Class was never to be sacrificed for anything in Figure Eight.

The five young men each set their clubs down around the centre bench of the change room and navigated to their individual mahogany lockers that they had been assigned since their first year on the course.

“You may not have had much luck today, Dan, but I played one of my best games.” Corbyn boasted proudly as he pulled off his cap and tossed it aimlessly into his locker as he ruffled a hand through his hair.

Jonah nudged him teasingly, “You’ve got an advantage since your parents own the place. You nearly live here.”

Topper spoke up from the other side of the galley of lockers, “Although your hole in one on hole eight was fucking insane, bro.”

The five young men shared loud agreements and high-fives and casual friendly handshakes were passed around the group to celebrate Corbyn’s successful game.

“Hey, thanks, man.” Corbyn chuckled, slapping his hand to the back of his shoulder, “Definitely one for the books.”

Among lighthearted banter and a casual review of their morning game, the close knit friend group tidied up their hair, reapplied deodorant, and changed their shoes for their lunch in the clubhouse. Wherever they went they spoke loudly as if declaring their boisterous presence to anyone within earshot, but as the boys whose parents held such standing in their corner of the world, no one had ever dared to speak against their entitlement.

With the sound of closing lockers, Daniel was distracted by his cell phone, typing a quick response to his over-protective mother about his estimated time of home coming.

“Loser is buying the first round…so…Daniel?” Rafe called his attention through a knock on his open locker door, “Don’t forget your wallet.”

“Funny. Real funny.” Daniel snorted, shaking his head as he looked back down to his phone, “Thinking I’m going to pay for you cocky assholes myself and not put it on my dad’s tab? Hilarious.”

People from The Cut weren’t unseen to Daniel; many had jobs up on Figure Eight that mostly served the lifestyle of the estate owners and their families. The country club itself had its fair share of lower class workers who scrubbed the floors and dishes of the best of the best on the Island and a few of the busboys in the clubhouse restaurant were lucky enough to be picked up from the high school south of the bridge.

In a calm crowd of gentle conversation and clink of fine cutlery and glassware, the noisy group of boys found their familiarity in their usual small round table in the centre of it all, a perfect mix of indoor and outdoor dining. The weather in the Outer Banks was more sunny than not and the glass wall of the country club restaurant was almost always open to the patio, bringing the fresh sea air into the fruitful lungs of its dedicated patrons. In collared shirts and pressed golf pants, each young man held a drink in hand, purchased with a wave of fake IDs that were never once questioned. They were only a year away from twenty-one. Who would care?

“She just wants me to be this little robot who never messes up and checks all her little boxes.” Topper set his drink back onto the table, “I’m already taking business in college just like my father but that’s not even enough for her. I’m sick of it.”

“Man,” Jonah lengthened out the vowel with a small shake of his head, slouched back in his chair, “They want us to be just like them, huh? All of them?”

“Bro, come on.” Rafe tossed his hand out to smack lightly against Jonah’s shoulder, “None of your parents are as fucked up as my father. Literally nothing I do is good enough. I could…I could sacrifice myself for him and still be met with… “oh, Rafe…son…be more like your sister” …fuckin’ bullshit, man.”

There was a chorus of haphazard agreements around the table, each young man finding something to complain about within their lives of privilege and wealth.

Corbyn spoke to counter their arguments, “I don’t know about you guys but I am perfectly content inheriting this course.”

His friends complained lightheartedly at the luck of his inheritance and Daniel give him a teasing shove, “No way are you getting this whole place and not giving us discounts on memberships and booze.”

“Are you kidding?” Corbyn gaped, almost in offence, “Fuck that, I’m going to be mooching the shit off you four trust fund babies.”

The group broke into loud protests, Topper getting up to playfully wrap an arm around Corbyn’s neck in a choke hold as the rest of them shot disses at their lucky best friend.

“Get off me!” Corbyn laughed, shoving Topper away with his elbow.

At the bit of horsing around, Topper ended up stepping backwards right into one of the busboys, forcing him to drop the stack of dirty dishes he was carrying back to the kitchen. The dishware fell with a loud crash, breaking the plates and throwing the cutlery across the wood decking until nearly every single person in the clubhouse was looking over at the commotion.

“Shit,” Topper chuckled lightly and returned to his seat across the table, “my bad.”

The busboy glared over at him under a fringe of shaggy dark blonde hair and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand before crouching down to pick up the broke pieces by himself. The group watched him casually, staring down at the young man at work like he had been the one to misstep all on his own.

“Forgot a piece, Maybank.” Rafe kicked over a fork that had fallen to the side in the crash, watching it skid across the floor to rest beside the busboy’s beat up sneakers.

JJ Maybank had been a busboy at the country club since he was a sophomore and he was the closest definition of a kid from the Cut as Daniel ever saw. His need for money overpowered his short carefree temper he seemed to be known for and the group tended to try and push his buttons to see how far they could stretch him until he snapped. Daniel had somehow managed to avoid getting a fist in the face from the kid but each of his friends had managed to be able to piss JJ off enough to earn them a fight at a few keggers held at the rocky beach between the Cut and Figure Eight over the last six years. JJ was nothing more than a game to them. Daniel never really understood it but he played the part well.

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue, JJ?” Jonah pressed.

“Not really in the talking mood today, boys.” JJ answered flatly as he stood back up from the ground with the broken plates balanced carefully in his hands.

“Why’s that?” Corbyn leaned back in his hair to look up at him.

JJ took a deep breath and glanced out to the ocean as if to keep himself composed before looking back to the group of boys, “Because I have important things on my mind and you five do not make the list.”

Jonah cocked his head in mock thought, “I think we should be pretty important to you since we’re paying your salary.”

Daniel took the last sip of his drink before holding it out to the busboy, “Back to work, JJ.”

JJ clenched his jaw stiffly, staring silently at Daniel from across the table.

“You going to take his glass, busboy?” Rafe asked slyly.

“It won’t refill itself.” Daniel added, swirling the ice around the glass gently.

“Yeah. Of course.” JJ sighed in defeat, his voice flat, “Vodka and coke coming up.”

He walked around the table and grabbed the empty glass out of Daniel’s tight grip, not giving him a second glance before returning to the kitchen doors across the clubhouse. The group watched him go.

There was a moment of silence that lingered around their table before Rafe’s snorting laugh interrupted. He slammed his hand down on the tabletop, sending the rest of them into light chuckles themselves.

“Oh, man.” Rafe sighed with a shake of his head as he lifted his beer to his lips.

“How’s that guy not fired yet?” Jonah said, “He can throw a punch like nothing at keggers but holds his shit together here.”

“We should get him fired by the end of the summer. Little summer project for us, huh, boys?” Corbyn suggested.

Daniel looked between his group of best friends and their boisterous laughter and hurried pitches with ideas and schemes to end the Maybank family’s one source of skimpy income.

“It’s not their one source of income, his dad fixes cars.” Topper corrected coolly.

Jonah scoffed, “His dad’s also a drunk.”

“Yeah, we know he is, where do you think he gets those black eyes from if not from us?” Rafe replied, shrugging.

Daniel leaned his forearms on the table and leaned in towards his friends with a low, “Don’t spread shit, Rafe.”

“I’m serious, man!” he protested. “I’m dead serious.”

Corbyn nodded in agreement, “It’s true. His dad beats him. Probably why his temper is so short…violence is in his veins.”

“Shit.” Daniel breathed.

“Boys from the Cut don’t belong here.” Jonah finished.

“It’ll be good for this place to get him out of here.”

“It’ll be good for him to go back to where he came from.”

“I’ll drink to that.”

Daniel glanced up at someone approaching from his left just as JJ set his refilled drink down on the table in front of him but didn’t meet his eye, his face set flat as if he had heard their conversation. At that close distance, Daniel could see the remnants of a split lip and slight discolouration over his temple that was hidden by the shaggy mess of his hair.

“Vodka and coke.” JJ announced the arrival of the refill before directing to the rest of the table, “Anything else?”

“What are your plans tonight, JJ?” Jonah asked.

“Nothing you brainless losers would be able to keep up with.” JJ answered with ease. He took a step back from the table, “Now if you’d excuse me.”

Daniel watched him walk off without a gesture of thanks to the boy and he focused his attention back to his friends and their summer plans. It was the way things worked on Kildare Island and the obvious divide between the classes was a lingering issue and most likely always would be.

Rafe lived in a large estate on the water, right where the marshlands met the ocean. With white trimmed balconies and sprawling green grass, it was a picturesque lot of Figure Eight real estate owned by none other than the king of that industry himself: Rafe’s father. Only the best parties were held at his house while his father and step-mother were away for days on end for business trips between the Bahamas and Europe and most of the teenagers and young twenty-somethings of Figure Eight knew this well.

Their main friend group wasted the days away there though, a usual afternoon trip to Rafe’s house for a surf, a trip out on his boat, or playing video games in the basement with the music too loud was what they were all too familiar with. Without a job to any of their names, this routine was how they blessed the daylight into night time and time again.

It was dark by the time Daniel returned to his own home and he plugged in his Tesla into the outlet in his garage with nothing more than a quiet whistle on his lips. Eight o’clock wasn’t his ideal choice of a curfew but his mother insisted that he start to come home at a more reasonable hour so he didn’t constantly wake his family up when sneaking in at midnight. Always one to be a bit dramatic, he decided to return at eight just to show her that he could.

Daniel waited outside his garage as the door lowered just to make sure it closed all the way but his attention was attuned to the pitch-black silence of his neighbourhood. Front porch lights were left on down the street but the lack of streetlamps on suburban streets of Kildare Island meant most the town was left in darkness come nightfall. Amidst the distant roll of waves and faint hum of electricity and insects, the sound of a van door shutting in the distance peaked Daniel’s attention.

With his garage door closed behind him, he was left in the shadows of his family’s three storey mansion and he took a few steps down the driveway to see if her could peer down the street at which neighbour was returning home as well. There was no movement on the street. In fact, Daniel seemed eerily alone.

The rustle of the trees pulled his eyes to the path around the side of his house where the foliage rustled in the evening breeze. Whispered voices seemed to carry with the cool wind and although Daniel couldn’t make out any words, his curiosity got the better of him and he followed the ghostly sounds.

The moon glistened off the ocean that his large waterfront estate backed onto, rippling soft white lights over the waves that brushed against the shore. The large backyard was spacious and otherwise empty and Daniel stood at the edge of his back deck with a careful hand against the white painted siding to scan his property for whatever or whomever had been rustling through the trees.

Between the property lines, where the foliage was thickest, Daniel watched a figure emerge slowly out the shadows. The stranger tiptoed slowly for the first few feet out of hiding and then took off at a near silent run across his backyard and towards the water and right down to his family’s yacht that was tied skillfully at the end of the dock.

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♥️ To Do List ♥️ 12/27/22

Hi everyone! I wanted to give you guys another, updated idea on what I have planned to post over the next week or so.

Just a reminder that my requests are opened and I have updated my character list and masterlist so give it a peek :)

Let me know in the comments which ones you guys are most excited for!!

-Liz :)

Planned (this upcoming week or two):

Liability Part 4: Rafe Cameron x Reader

I'm also going to be updating my masterlist and revamping it completely :)

I will also be working on simple requests to have posting during my vacation from January 5th-January 12th. I won't be too active at that time, just simply coming on to respond to people and check in, so I'll have all of my fics scheduled to post intead!

Angst Request by @virgoenergy333: Elliot Euphoria x Reader; Summary: Angst/fluff where Elliot overhears the guys in the locker room talking badly about him which ends up making him feel insecure, and then he tells reader about how he feels unworthy of her?

Smut Request by @what-muses: Jonathan Byers x Reader; Summary: Prompt 15. 'How does that feel?' With Jonathan and female reader smutty.

Requests (next few days):

Smut Request by @steezysimfinds: Loki Laufeyson x Reader; Summary: Prompts “Fuck you” and “As you wish”.

Fluff Request by @kazluvr: Fezco x Reader; Summary: Fezco x sunshine reader who has a rlly close platonic bond with Ash.

Smut Oneshot Request by @leahlovestwd: Daryl Dixon x Reader; Summary: After months of sexual tension and an interesting age gap, Daryl finally snaps when he sees the men of the prison flirting with the reader which ends with her in his bed. (Also this is their first request ever which is very exciting!!)

Eventual (TBD):

Anon Smut Request: JJ Maybank x Reader; Summary: "JJ Maybank smut with best friends to lovers? Maybe they get super high and they get into mischief?"

Oneshot Request by @bringinsexybackk69: Daryl Dixon x Wife!Reader Summary: Daryl and his wife were separated at the fall of the prison bit the Reader manages to escape with Glenn. When they end up upon Abe and his crew, reuniting, they form a group looking for the rest of their family. At Terminus, once all the fighting is over, Daryl and Reader reunite.

'Him + I' Multipart Series: Bodyguard!Daryl x Mafia!Reader Summary: Daryl is entrusted with protecting his bosses daughter which, in all of his years of working, is proving to be one of the most difficult jobs he's been given. Not because the job is difficult but because she is difficult.

'Breathe Me' Multipart Series: Bucky Barnes x Therapist!Reader Summary: Bucky's difficult part and sharp attitude makes their sessions difficult but his therapist gets right through to him with some 'unconventional' methods.

'Cruel Summer' Oneshot: JJ Maybank x Reader Summary: JJ Maybank makes it his personal job to see that Topper's older cousin is given the full tour of all that the Outer-banks has to offer, including his way of life.

'Daddy Dearest' Oneshot: Negan Smith x Reader AU Summary: Strictly for the pleasure of @ncllywrites, this lengthy oneshot is about the situationship between Negan Smith, a CEO in New York City, and one of his many assistants. Of course he goes after the one girl who doesn't fall at his feet, making it his personal effort to win her over by any means necessary.

'Lights, Cameras, Action' Oneshot: Rafe Cameron x Camgirl!Reader Summary; Rafe falls in love with his most recent camgirl that he's been going to when he craves human (electronic) interaction and affection. Simple as that.

Untitled Din Djarin Mandalorian Multipart Series: Summary; The Mandalorian is tasked to take on a high risk, high priced bounty, an escort, who he later realizes isn't wanted for the right reasons and takes it on himself to see that she's handled properly.

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* = requested

+ = song series

nsfw = smut

RAFE CAMERON

rafe cameron blurbs

6am (nsfw)

rafe’s girlfriend sends risqué pics during one of his early morning fishing trips

holy touch + (nsfw)

rafe doesn’t feel anything anymore and that’s why he needs his girlfriend

SARAH CAMERON

est-ce que tu m’aimes + 

sarah’s girlfriend doesn’t feel loved anymore

KIARA CARRERA

sharing a drink with kie blurb *

JJ MAYBANK

jj maybank blurbs

watermelon shampoo and coconut bodywash 

a calming shower shared between jj and his girlfriend after a long day out in the sun

wedding crasher 

jj shows up at his ex’s wedding unprompted

it’s not living (if it’s not with you) + 

jj knows his girlfriend is his lifeline

everywhere + 

after spending so much time together, it’s odd that jj is still begging to stay

touch too much + (nsfw) 

jj knows exactly what he’s doing in the bedroom

study sessions (series, co-authored with @ptersparkers​)

upon realizing you lack skills in the bedroom when a touron asks you out on a date, you turn to jj, a self-proclaimed sexual deviant, for help.

TOPPER THORNTON

just the two of us + 

what happens when topper doesn’t want just a casual hookup anymore

golf glove (nsfw)

topper’s girlfriend finds his glove oddly arousing

call me (nsfw) 

topper is away on a family vacation and his girlfriend misses him

WRITTEN AESTHETICS

one 

#obx #outer banks imagine #outer banks smut #obx imagine #outer banks #jj maybank imagine #topper thornton imagine #rafe cameron imagine #written aesthetic #sarah cameron #sarah cameron imagine #kiara carrera #kiara carrera imagine

[spinningintheshadows]

Wedding Bells (1)

warnings & stuff: This is part three of the "Going on Vacation with JJ" no smut this time, but it does talk about if JJ succeeded in his mission to get your pregnant. Also, gave Luke Maybank and redemption arc for once, just don't expect it to happen again. Here's 1.05k of just cute and maybe a little angst idk

It seemed impossible that your trip to Bora Bora was two years ago.

Of course you’d went with your best friend, and left with the love of your life.

Admittedly you guys were a bit much when it came to public displays of affection.

The other Pogues would dramatically fake gag every time he kissed you goodbye only for you both to playfully flip them off as you pulled away.

And when you discovered that the afternoon everything came to a head in Bora Bora had indeed resulted in two pink lines on an overpriced piece of plastic?

The group swore you got even more gross.

When you told your mom that you were pregnant, she worried for a week.

“JJ are you prepared to raise another mans child?”

“Mom why would he have to do that? It’s his baby.”

“What?”

“Well some things happened on our trip.”

“Oh thank god. I thought you two would never realize your feelings for each other”

JJ was obsessed with you while you were pregnant.

His love language was physical touch and it showed even more as you grew more pregnant.

You’d frequently wake up to him pressing his lips against your belly and talking to your child.

His hands never seemed to leave your belly either.

When your son would get worked up, he’d make himself comfortable next to you and rub your belly in an attempt to settle him.

“Buddy, I know it’s getting cramped in there but Mama needs to breathe too, you know.”

“I don’t think he’s listening to you J.”

“He’s already stubborn like his Mama.”

When you got closer to your due date and it would happen, JJ was prone to use the name you guys had settled on.

“Riker Dean, I know you are a stubborn little guy in there, but Mama and Daddy would like one more good night of sleep before you decide to come.”

“I haven’t had a good nights sleep in over a month.”

“Because my son is playing soccer on your organs.”

“Our son.”

“Our son”

When little Riker Dean Maybank did finally arrive after nearly 32 hours of labor and a full week after his due date, it was love at first sight.

The first time JJ held him he had to sit down because he was sobbing.

“Oh my god, you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me besides your Mama of course.”

“I can’t believe we made him.”

“I would willing go to Bora Bora again if it meant I could relive this moment.”

You were sitting in that hospital bed nursing your son when JJ dropped the big question.

“Y/N, do you think we should get married?”

“Am I dreaming because it sounds like John James Maybank, king of “I don’t think marriage is for me”, just asked me to marry him.”

“You know you’ve always been my only exception, pretty girl. I would have married you in that little Villa if you'd have said yes.”

“Of course I will marry you J.”

“We’ll do it when he’s older of course, so he can be a part of it.”

So here you were, a little over a year later, trying to get your 14 month old son to put his shoes on.

Riker, ever like his father, had started walking at 10 months old, almost skipping the crawling phase all together.

You sighed, reaching out to grab his tiny arm as he toddled past you, his sandy blonde curls starting to hang in his eyes.

“Shoe time, Ri”

“Nooo!”

“You gotta put your shoes on if you wanna see Daddy, buddy. We can’t go to Daddy’s job if you don’t put your shoes on.”

You knew that as soon as you dropped him off at the mechanics shop, the thoughts of shoes would be gone and he’d be playing with whatever wrench JJ gave him.

You were thankful that his boss let him bring Riker to work with him when you had appointments and your mom couldn’t watch him.

What really surprised you was Luke Maybank.

You’d known that when he got out of jail, five years ago, JJ had told him he’d help him get back on his feet with rules and conditions.

JJ was firm on the no more drinking, no more drugs, and his dad had to go to anger management as well as therapy.

He helped him get a job that he’d kept the last five years.

He even checked in with JJ every day, to keep his promise.

Now, he was a completely different person, but you knew JJ was still coming to terms with trauma that he had from his childhood, which is why he threw himself into being the best dad that he could for Riker.

After your dad had passed away while you were pregnant, you were secretly grateful that Luke had kept his promise.

If only because he got to be a loving grandfather with his thoughts not clouded by drugs and alcohol.

As soon as you had Riker’s sweatshirt and shoes on, you loaded him up in the car.

You were almost grateful that he fell asleep during the 10 minute drive to JJ’s job.

You pulled up and JJ was waiting on you with the keys to his suv, since you were going off island with the girls to find your wedding dress.

“Hey, Pretty girl.”

“He’s asleep.”

“Of course he is. Daddy gets off work early and he needs a nap for our adventures this afternoon.”

“Do not harm our child in any way.”

“I could never. I’ve got his lifejacket and sunscreen and the guys are going with us. He likes when JB makes the boat go fast.”

“Heathens, all of you. Kiss me before I go?”

He pulls you in closer to him to kiss you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

Nearly two years together and he still treats you like he’s kissing you for the first time.

“Oi, Maybank! You’re supposed to be collecting your kid, not making out with your girl.”

His boss is standing in the door to the garage staring at you.

“I gotta go, anyway, I love you”

“I love you more, pretty girl. Can’t wait to call you my wife in six months”

#jj maybank headcannon #jj maybank vacation series #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank fic #outer banks #outer banks headcannon #outer banks fic #obx

[randomficsandshit]

Outer Banks Fic Rec

Recommended Writers

*NONE OF THESE FICS ARE MINE*

Please do not forget. I have not written any of these. I’m simply recommending favorites of mine. If you love something, send the author your love, not me :) and if any links don’t work, send me a message and I’ll see what I can do! 

UPDATED: APRIL 23, 2021

Usually I organize by fic itself but that’s typically utilizing ao3, etc. and I’m new to obx fics anyway so I thought this would be a fun way to do it! 

also a reminder that I started doing fic recs like this for my own personal organizational habits lmao and I posted them just to have somewhere to put them and these lists were the result. people seemed to like my previous ones so after being asked, i figured I’d do an obx one. you can totally ignore this if you want

Writers are tagged and, if they have one, their masterlist is linked. 

*Also if you’re on this list and for any reason wish to be removed, just let me know and I’d be happy to. This is meant to share your work in a kind way, not bother you, so I’d be happy to oblige. 

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@collecting-stories

*writes for other fandoms as well! Check out their page for more of those*

Masterlist fics with jj, pope, john b, kiara, sarah, rafe, topper

Some favorites:

Yellow Word Count: ~

Artwork Word Count: ~

Adore You Word Count: ~

Bake Off

Word Count: ~

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@julesclues

jj masterlist

Some favorites:

Too Much To Handle Word Count: 1.6k

Reasons To Be In Love Word Count: 954

"Fake Dating" masterlist this one is with jj too! [COMPLETED]

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@love-chx

Masterlist fics with jj, pope, kiara

Some favorites: 

Be Like That Word Count: 3.4k

Good Good Lovin' Word Count: 6.4k

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@maybankiara

Masterlist fics with jj, john b, kiara, pope, sarah, rafe, topper, and jj x kiara, pope x kiara, rafe x kiara, jj x pope 

Some favorites: 

Prompt Blurb "I Made This For You"

Prompt Blurb "I Dreamt About You Last Night

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@moldisgoodforyou

Full Masterlist 

"Give a Little" masterlist this is college!jj with an OC named Charlie so if you read any of her other fics, start with this series. Listen, I never thought I’d be into OC fics but these are addicting and you will love Charlie. Absolutely obsessed, truly excited every time I see something new. [COMPLETED]

Masterlist you know when you read a series and love it and think “GOD I wish there was more”? Well, yeah. There is.   

Some favorites: 

Want to be Roommates? Word Count: 1.2k

You're My Future Word Count: 800

Stuck With Me Word Count: 1.8k

Home For Christmas Word Count: 1.1k

You're My Home Word Count: ~

“Lost Time” masterlist this is college!rafe with an OC, enemies to lovers goodness. I first made this reclist, I hadn’t read this yet but had added it out of blind support. Now I have read it, and all accompanying fics and holy shit. Read it and fall in love with them. Rafe is completely not canon and you’ll love Sophie.  [COMPLETED]

Masterlist after the initial fic, there's plenty more, just like with JJ and Charlie above. 

Some favorites:

I Love You, Say It Back Word Count: 1.8k

Their First Time Word Count: 1.9k

Florence Word Count: 8.3k

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@everybodyscupoftea (was oopmyheartwent-obx)

college jj masterlist have read all of these. Yes, all. Thoroughly enjoyed, 10/10. I mentioned above that im not into OC fics usually but she created 2 frat bros that are the definition of himbos and you will fall in love despite them not being the relationship targeted in the fics

She has her longer series split into masterlists here:

Pike!JJ

Sigma Chi!JJ

Some favorites: 

The Art of Making a Move at a Kegger Word Count: 2.8k

Cross Me Word Count: ~

I'll Be There Word Count: 2k

Meeting The Fam Word Count: 1.6k

First "I Love You" Word Count: ~

college rafe masterlist again, when I first made this post I hadn’t read much rafe and recommended out of sheer blind support. I have now read these and am beginning you to do the same.

Some favorites:

Under The Mistletoe Word Count: ~

Anyone Can Cook Word Count: 3k

Sleepover? Word Count: ~

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@pixelated-pogues

Masterlist fics with jj, john b, rafe, pope

Some favorites: 

Protective Word Count: ~

Prompt Blurb "Family Vacation"

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@ptersparkers

*writes for other fandoms as well! Check out their page for more of those*

Writing challenge masterlist these are links to fics that were a part of a challenge, I’ve read through most of them and definitely some good ish in there ladies!! 

*Fics with JJ, Rafe, Pope, John B, and Kiara*

Masterlist fics with JJ, John B, Pope, Sarah, Rafe, and an OC! 

Some favorites: 

Whipped Word Count: ~

Best Friend's Brother Word Count: ~

Falling In Love In A Coffee Shop Word Count: ~

"Study Sessions" masterlist First obx multi-chap I read and…..MUAH. golden. Co-written by @storiesbymads [COMPLETED]

Hotbox Word Count: ~

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@starksweasley

*writes for other fandoms as well! Check out their page for more of those*

Masterlist fics with jj 

Protect You Word Count: 2.2k

The Art Of Being Afraid Word Count: 4.9k

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@storiesbymads 

*writes for other fandoms as well! Check out their page for more of those*

Masterlist fics with rafe, sarah, kiara, jj, and topper

Some favorites:

Watermelon Shampoo and Coconut Body Wash Word Count: 1k

It's Not Living (If It's Not With You) Word Count: 1.2k

"Study Sessions" masterlist see above for comments about this one but for real. So so good. Co-authored with @ptersparkers [COMPLETED]

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@sunnypogue

college rafe/coho rafe masterlist again, when I made this post I said I didn’t read much rafe. No longer true. But my initial comment remains: the quality here..superb. Rafe girls, this is your holy grail. Seriously her masterlist is full of great stuff. I still need to read through the whole thing.

Some Favorites:

Rafe Takes Care of His Drunk Girlfriend Word Count: ~

Midsummers With Hockey Rafe Word Count: ~

Rafe Comforting You After A Test Word Count: ~

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@cobaincreates

Masterlist fics with rafe and topper

Really good smut and with stories as well, even the meatier fics don’t feel long because they’re just straight up enjoyable. Last I saw, she was taking a break from writing but theres plenty of good stuff up so! Give them a read and be kind :)

Some favorites: 

Smart Decisions Word Count: 10k

Body Count Word Count: 3k

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@socialwriter

Masterlist fics with jj, rafe, sarah, kiara, pope, john b, topper, kelce

Moulin Rouge Masterlist  [WIP, on hiatus]

Glee Song Fic Series Masterlist

Some Favorites: these are what I’ve read most, they haven’t shown up on my page yet cause my queue is like 2 weeks behind right now, but I’ve enjoyed them and reblogs are coming!!

Dad JJ Masterlist

Dad Rafe Masterlist

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@tweedlydumbtweedlydoo

Masterlist fics with john b, jj, rafe, pope, kiara

Mistake Masterlist You, a pogue and Rafe Cameron, a kook are friends of benefits, secretly of course. But what happens when you get pregnant? [COMPLETED]

Not Perfect Masterlist JJ Maybank is the one who makes sure your kook lawn is immaculate. Your family may look perfect just like the lawn from someone looking from the outside in, but it turns out you and JJ have more in common than you thought. [COMPLETED]

Not Mine Masterlist Everything was going well until a blast from the past shows up. [COMPLETED]

Some favorites:

Stormy Weather Word Count: ~

The Heat Word Count: ~

#obx #outer banks #jj maybank #rudy pankow #john b routledge #chase stokes #pope heyward #jonathan daviss #kiara carrera #madison bailey #sarah cameron #madelyn cline #rafe cameron #drew starkey #fic rec #fanfiction #fanfic #masterlist #recommendation #my post #queued post

[shawnssongs]

𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 ⋄ 𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤

01. 𝐒𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

JJ and the reader have to end their whirlwind summer romance.

series masterlist

warnings: mentions of smut. wc: 1051

gif from @jackpearscn

This summer had been, unexpected, to say the least. For you. For JJ. For everyone. When your family announced that you’d be spending the entire summer in the Outer Banks, you definitely weren’t pleased. The Outer Banks were exactly the opposite of what you were used to. West coasters do not get along with East Coasters. Apparently your parents had rented a home, and they decided it was time for a summer getaway.

After weeks and weeks of complaining, when your Junior year of high school came to an end, you begrudgingly bid farewell to your friends for the summer and took off for the Banks.

That day you left home, you never would have believed what was to come. You wouldn’t believe you’d fall hard and fast for a blonde surfer boy. You wouldn’t believe that you wouldn’t be returning home for your senior year. And most of all, you wouldn’t believe your whole life was about to change.

“JJ!” You squeaked as his arm wrapped around your exposed waist and effectively lifted you up and over his shoulder. “Let me down!”

He did as he was told, but only because he was now ankle deep in the ocean. He slid you off his shoulder and let you fall into the water, smiling in content when he heard your adorable squeal. “JJ!”

“You said to let you down,” he countered, and you just rolled your eyes in response.

“Come on.” He smirks down at you, holding his hands out for you to grab.

Against you better judgement, you accept the offer and let JJ help you up, and he looks at you with a pout on his face, a slight glint in his eyes. He pulls you flush against his bare, sun kissed chest and presses his lips to yours; a feeling you knew you’d never tire of.

After what felt like hours of locked lips, your thoughts began to consume you. This was your last day with JJ. This feeling you’d never tire of was about to be ripped from your life completely because you let yourself fall for the beautiful blonde surfer boy you met on vacation.

You’d admit you’ve lived a pretty privileged life. Your parents were still married, and considering your mothers occupation as a cardiothoracic surgeon, money had never been an issue. Money is the reason you were even able to rent a house in the Outer Banks for the summer. Meeting JJ had humbled you immensely since you never really thought too much of your wealth. You lived in a nice neighborhood and attended a private school. Compared to everyone else in your life, you were just average, but being here for the whole summer put it all into perspective. JJ lived on practically nothing. He worked for his money since his dad was both unable and unwilling to take care of him. You knew it was pretty ignorant, but you’d never even imagined people could live this way, and seeing JJ sustain himself and live his life to the fullest with absolutely no complaints truly astounded you.

“Mm, stop.” You whispered, hesitantly pulling yourself from JJ’s hold. You tried to keep yourself together, but your eyes must have been glossy because JJ pulled your back into his chest for a hug.

“Don’t cry, baby.” JJ hummed into your hair, his lips moving ever so slightly.

“I have to go back home.”

“Don’t talk that way, Y/n.”

“It’s just,” you spoke softly, leaning your head back so you could see your blue eyed lover, “I’ve had the best summer, and now I have to leave. It isn’t fair.”

JJ shook his head in response before leaning back in, kissing you a bit more feverishly than usual. When you felt the tips of his fingers fiddling with the waistband of your bathing suit bottoms, you stopped him.

“JJ, don’t spoil it.”

“It’s not spoiling it,” he countered. “It’s making it better.”

JJ took you back to the place he called home. It wasn’t his house, but it was where he felt most comfortable, where he felt most welcome; the Chateau. You’d only been there a few times this summer since you and JJ preferred to spend your time at the beach or driving around. You knew the Chateau belonged to his friend John B, but you never got the chance to meet him.

JJ was incredibly sweet and gentle. He led you to his room, asking practically every step of the way if this was okay and if you were sure. You said yes every time, but even once you were behind the closed door, he still hesitated. You removed your clothes for him, leaving yourself in your bikini, and that’s when he finally gave in. He rid himself of his own clothes before laying you down on the bed, kissing you softly. His lips trailed lower, his kisses becoming more ardent and sloppy until he asked once more if you were sure. When you consented, JJ made sure to go slow, often checking to make sure you were feeling okay and he wasn’t causing too much pain. The intamacy was incredible. You’d never felt so close to someone before, so connected.

JJ was your first. He was incredibly sweet and gentle, and though it wasn’t the greatest feeling in the world, you couldn’t have asked for a better first time, nor a better person to experience it with.

As the two of you laid next to each other in the comfort of JJ’s bed, you tried to keep your mind from wandering yet again. You were leaving tomorrow, but you refused to believe that this was the last you’d see of JJ. It couldn’t be.

“Is this the end?” You ask, turning to face him.

JJ reached his slightly calloused hand out to brush your soft hair out of your face and behind your ear. You could feel your cheeks warm at his simple touch.

“Of course not.” Now that your face was exposed, your plump lips and pink cheeks on full display, JJ pecked you quickly in reassurance. “It’s only the beginning.”

You had no idea what was to come, but if JJ said this wasn’t the end, you trusted that it wasn’t. You knew it was hopeless, but you believed him.

an: hopefully this didn’t disappoint anyone. I’m super exited to continue this series!!

also, remember this is based off Grease, so this is kind of just a prologue! I promise more content is coming soon :)

please please please send feedback. it truly motivates me to keep writing. the more feedback I get, the more inspired I get :)

also, I’d love to give a HUGE thanks to @socialwriter for helping me come up with chapter names and reading over this chapter for me before I posted :)

also ty @milaonthemoon for providing a ton of music bc I listened while I finished writing, edited, and formatted this lmao... like 6 hours straight

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#jj maybank #outer banks #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x you #jj maybank series #jj maybank imagine #puter banks series #outer banks imagines #jj maybank imagines #outer banks imagine