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Mangoes | JJ Maybank x OC (part 1)

PART 1: The Boat

*not my gif*

summary: hurricane Agatha just hit and the gang decides to go fishing

warnings: cursing?

A/N: Hi! So like i said in the intro, this fic will follow along the show (maybe tweaking it so i can add my OC without it being too weird) and will follow the relationship between Giselle (the OC) and JJ (bc I love him thank you). So here is the first real chapter and i hope you like it! -S

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The morning after hurricane Agatha was met with a mess of tree branches outside and water falling from the ceiling of the Chateau directly onto John B’s face, waking him up with a groan. Wiping the droplets off his face and slowly sitting up, he grabbed his phone to check if he had any messages.

“No service?” he mumbled.

He threw his phone on his pillow and fully stood up, stretching in the process of walking to the light switch.

“No power. Great.”

Not far from him on his pullout couch laid a half naked JJ, mouth half open, eyes closed and arms hugging the pillow he was sleeping on.

“Yo JJ, have you been outside?” John B asked his friend with a small slap on his back to wake him up.

“I have polio, bro. I can’t walk.” Responded JJ groggily, slightly stirring himself up.

On the other side of the screen door, sitting in one of the chairs, was Giselle, slowly sipping on a cup of coffee and watching the mess Agatha had made. From the torn-out trees and branches everywhere, the hurricane clearly had left its mark on the Chateau.

“Morning Mango,” John B let out at the sight of his friend, making her look up at him.

“Mornin. Coffee?” she offered.

He shook his head and made his way to the HMS Pogue, sighing at the state of the property. Standing from her chair to lean against the door frame, Giselle watched as John B started to take the leaves and branches off the boat. Noises stirred behind her and a dishevelled JJ soon appeared next to her, a can of beer already pressed against his lips.

She lightly slapped his chest and took the can from his hands, “Drink this instead you idiot.”

He groaned and took the coffee cup she was offering him, taking a sip.

“Agatha did some work, huh?” stated JJ.

“Yeah, she did” groaned John B as he lifted heavier branches out of the boat.

“So, whatcha’ thinking?” asked Giselle as she made her way closer to John B, JJ following.

“I’m thinkin’ that storm surge pushed all the crabs out on the marsh maze,” he sat down for a second. “All those drum are gonna chase the crab.”

JJ frowned. “What about the DCS? Wasn’t that today?”

“They’re not getting on a ferry after the storm,” Giselle pointed out.

“Exactly,” John B agreed. “Think about it!” He held a large tree branch and pointed it at the sky. “It’s God tellin’ us to fish. Right Mango?”

She smiled and nodded, looking back at JJ. “Also, if we do get nice lookin’ crabs, I promise I’ll make spicy crab cakes.”

JJ looked back at her, a twinkle in his eyes. “Promise?”

“Scouts’ honour,” she replied with a smile and her hand on her heart.

He threw his head back and let out a long sigh.

“Yeah, okay. Let's go grab Kie and Pope,” he finally gave in.

Packed with snacks, beer and fishing equipment, the trio made their way into the marsh to collect their other friends. They laughed about the state of some of the boats along the way and waving to the other habitants of the island, most of them cleaning the damages from the hurricane.

“Sure hope Guffy’s boat didn’t sink. He doesn’t have insurance,” JJ sighed, looking at Giselle.

“Yeah,” she agreed, a sombre look washing over her face.

They waved at one of their teachers who was cleaning on her dock with her mother.

“Hi Miss Amy! You guys get trough it?” John B asked the blonde woman.

She smiled, “Still here! Giselle, how’s your mom?”

“She’s okay!” she shouted as they floated further away, earning a thumbs up from her mother’s colleague.

“She totally looked at me,” said JJ with a smirk.

Giselle rolled her eyes as John B agreed. “I saw it. Guys, look at this place.”

Trash everywhere, tree branches, parts of roofs from houses; the whole area was a wasteland. Agatha definitely had left her mark and people everywhere were seen cleaning after her.

“Will be cleaning this all summer,” groaned JJ.

“This is my nightmare,” John B agreed. He looked a bit further to see Pope washing the docks with his father. “Well look what we have here,” he said as he slowed down the boat.

Giselle sat up and stood on the side of the boat, whistling at her friend while the guys laughed. “We have a safety meeting, attendance mandatory,” John B mimicked as if holding a walkie-talkie.

Pope rolled his eyes, “I can’t. My pop’s got me on lockdown.”

JJ jumped on the front of the boat and copied John B, “Your dad’s a pussy. Over”

Heyward came closer at the insult. “Oh I heard that, you little bastard.”

“We need your son, sir,” started Giselle before JJ completed her thought, “and island’s rules: day after a hurricane is a free day.”

“Who made that up, huh?” Heyward demanded.

“Pentagon, I think. We have security clearance,” snickered Giselle.

Heyward crossed his arms, “Think I’m stupid, young lady?”

Pope slowly made his way to the end of the dock. “I’ll do it tomorrow. I promise, tomorrow.”

“Like hell you will. No, no. You do it now,” said his dad angrily.

His friends were encouraging him to make a run for it as Pope looked at his dad apologetically and jumped in the boat.

“How does that feel huh,” teased Giselle as Heyward cursed at his son.

They slowly got away as Pope promised to do his task the day after, his dad still cursing at him and adding tasks for him to do.

“We’ll bring him back in one piece, promise!” yelled Giselle with a wave of her hand.

Pope sat down at the front of the boat; JJ having moved to sit next to Giselle. They navigated slowly towards their next stop: Kie’s house. JJ nudged Giselle’s shoulder to get her to look at him.

“How’s your mom?” he asked, his blue eyes filled with concern.

She shrugged. “Fine. From what she told me at least.” She looked at John B and Pope talking. “The hurricane did some damages to the house, so I’ll have to work extra shifts at the Wreck.” She turned back to look at JJ, his hand pressing her thigh in support.

“Well, if you guys need help with anything, I’m here to help” he voiced as she dropped her hand on his, squeezing it.

“Like always,” she smiled.

JJ gave her thigh another squeeze before standing up to greet Kie, who was walking to the end of the dock with a cooler in her hand. “Oh, top o’ the morning to ya.”

“Morning” she said as she made her way down.

“Whatcha got there? Some juice boxes?” asked Pope as Kie climbed into the boat with the help of JJ.

“Yeah, some juice boxes, carrots and yogurts” she joked as she opened the top to reveal beer bottles.

“That’s my type of juice” grinned JJ, grabbing a bottle for Giselle, and himself.

“Salud” cheered Giselle, clanking her bottle with Kie’s.

“So, everyone alright after Agatha?” Kie asked the group after a large sip of her beer.

“Well, the Chateau’s a wreck and there’s no power, but yeah, still alive” said John B with a shrug.

“Mango? How’s your mom’s?”

Giselle took a large sip and sat her beer down next to JJ’s. “The roof caved in in the back rooms and a tree fell on the balcony so, I’ll need a few extra shifts at the Wreck if that’s okay.”

“Of course,” Kie nodded.

The sun shined on the Pogues as they laughed at something JJ had said, Pope now being the driver.

JJ grabbed another beer. “I’m sure I can drink this while we’re moving.”

“Bet you can’t do this” Giselle sneered, her lips connecting with her second bottle.

“Tell the word Gi. Party trick” he smirked, getting at the front of the boat. “Pope, can you go a bit faster?”

“Not gonna work,” he said as he accelerated a bit. “We’ve done this six thousands times!”

“I got this! It’s gonna work” JJ predicted, placing the bottle further away from his face so the liquid would drop in his open mouth.

The amber liquid got everywhere as they went faster on the marsh.

“J, you’re getting beer all over my hair!” complained Giselle.

“Alright, you’re done” shouted John B through the wind.

Suddenly, the boat came to a full stop, swerving into another direction as it hit something at the bottom of the marsh sending JJ flying off into the water with a large crash, and getting the others off their balance. Everyone groaned as they laid all over the different parts of the boat.

“Jesus Pope,” muttered Kie.

“Kie, you okay?” asked John B.

“I’m all right,” she replied with a moan.

Giselle went to the side where JJ fell, only to see him slowly rising on his back from the water, a grunt escaping his lips.

“You’re okay JJ?” she asked him with concern.

“I think my heels touched the back of my head” he let out, making Giselle shake her head. “Pope, what did you do?”

“Sandbar. The channel changed,” he shrugged.

“No shit” grumbled JJ, slowly making his way back to the boat.

“This is probably gonna mess this whole place up” said John B, looking around, as Pope walked up the front of the HMS Pogue to look into the water.

“I saved the beer though,” grinned JJ as he held up the bottle, Giselle taking it from his hand.

“Good for you J,” she mocked him as she put the bottle in a cup holder.

Pope looked down at the water, the smile slowly wearing off from his face as he squinted.

“Something wrong Pope?” asked Giselle, catching the sudden change in his face.

“I... think there’s a boat down there” he stated.

Giselle went right next to him to inspect the blurry waters. “What? Where?” she asked as he pointed a greyish area, paler than the rest. “Holy shit he’s right!” Giselle exclaimed. “Look down” she pointed as Kie and John B stood by her side.

“Okay, let’s go” John B declared, already taking his shirt off to jump into the water, soon followed by Kie, Giselle and Pope.

#jj obx #oc #jj maybank #obx imagine #john b #outer banks #jj x oc #outer banks imagine

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itsspideyparker · 4 years

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Mangoes | JJ Maybank x OC

So, here is a new idea of a fiction for Outer Banks that came into my mind while watching the show for the third time. I'm adding an OC to the mix of what is already happening in the show, so this intro to the story is really just John B's monologue at the beginning with my OC dropped in.

Hope you enjoy!

word count: 550

warnings: none for now

gif credit to the owner!

The Outer Banks: paradise on Earth. It's the sort of place where you either have two jobs or two houses.

Two tribes, one island.

All right.

This is Figure Eight, the rich side of the island. Home of the Kooks.

So, guess where we don't live.

And then, this is the south side or the Cut.

Home of the working class who make a living busing tables, washing yachts, running charters.

The natural habitat of... drumroll, please...

The Pogues. That’s us.

Pogues, pogies, the throwaway fish, lowest member of the food chain.

Okay.

So, the downside of Pogue life is we're ignored and neglected. But the upside of Pogue life?

We're ignored and neglected, which means we do whatever we want, whenever we want.

That's JJ, my best friend since the third grade.

He's about as local as they come. Latest in a long line of fishing, drinking, smuggling, vendetta-holding salt-lifers who made their living off the water. Best surfer I know.

Just don't tell him I said that.

Mild kleptomaniac and a future tax cheat.

Next to him, that’s Giselle, nicknamed Mango 'cuz of her obsession with the fruit. JJ’s best friend since before I met him and a human lie detector. She’s the front runner in getting information from anyone on the island.

Got a lot of traits from JJ so, you can guess what happens when these two work together.

They’re also super into each other if you ask me.

And that's Kiara, or Kie, as we call her.

When not saving turtles or listening to Marley, or getting a dolphin tattoo, she hangs out with us.

I'm not really sure why, though.

So, she's a rich kid, actually. Foot in both worlds. Her family owns The Wreck, this Outer Banks institution. Total cash cow with the tourists. You know, I'm not really sure how her parents feel about us.

We all have a thing for her.

And that's Pope, the brains of the operation... finalist for the Lucas T. Vanderhorst Merit Scholarship. And the smartest person I know.

Little bit of a weirdo.

His father's this legendary character, Heyward. Anything you wanted on the island, Heyward could get for you.

Now, I'm not sure Heyward knew what to make of his oddball son, but it didn't matter. He was a Pogue, just like the rest of us.

So, that's my crew.

And that's me, John Booker Routledge. And this is where I live. An old fish shack on the marsh. The Château, as my dad used to call it.

There's Dad. He disappeared at sea nine months ago, looking for a shipwreck.

Who disappears at sea these days?

I miss him.

And then there's Mom. She split when I was three. Last I heard, she was in Colorado. I think it was Colorado.

That's Uncle T.

Since Dad's vanished, he's supposedly my legal guardian. At the moment, he's in Mississippi, building houses...which means it's just me right now, on my own, hangin' out with my friends.

Three months after my dad was missing, he was officially presumed dead. I refused to sign the papers. Until I see a body, I'm not giving up.

And that's where this story starts.

My dad missing, my uncle MIA, and the Bride of Frankenstein threatening foster care.

#outer banks #jj maybank #obx #obx oc #jj obx #john b obx

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