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Part Four: The Night
JJ Maybank x Reader
Part Four
Angst, Fluff
Once they arrived back at the Chateau, JJ was out of the Twinkie and on Y/n’s side of it in seconds, holding his arms in the position she instructed with hopeful and excited eyes. She couldn’t help the smile and giggle that left her lips before she gently laid the newborn in his arms. Grabbing the remaining bags and box she got, she followed J and the baby inside.
“I may need your help setting up the crib.” She called out to him when she noticed him trying to sneak away with the baby.
“You got a crib?” He asked, walking backwards and sticking his head around the corner.
“Yeah, they have it in this box. It’s not a very good one… it was only $49.99 but it was small enough that I could pack it around and it’d work for the night.” She called back over her shoulder, putting the baby’s bottle in the microwave for 15 seconds.
“What’re you doin?” He asked, moving so he and the baby stood waiting behind her. She turned and leaned against the counter waiting, a small grin tugging on her exhausted face.
“I’m warming his bottle.” She answered before hearing the beeps of the microwave. Grabbing it out, she covered the tip before shaking it and gently letting some drip on her wrist to test whether it was too hot for the baby.
“What’re you doing now?” He questioned, watching her every move.
“Testing the bottle to see if the milk is too hot for the baby.” She answered moving towards them.
“Is it?” He questioned looking at the bottle as though it were his soul enemy. A small laugh sounded around them, Y/n shaking her head.
“No. It’s not gonna hurt him.” She reassured him. “Give me the baby, and then grab the crib and baby clothes please.” It wasn’t so much a question but rather a demand. When he reluctantly handed the baby over, she gave him a sweet reassuring look.
“He’ll be here when you’re done setting the crib up and I’ll even let you finish feeding him.” With that, she gently swood the baby while walking with the bottle in hand, heading towards the guest bedroom. She heard him whisper mocking her under his breath, drawing a shake of the head and a knowing smile from her.
Carefully sitting down, she grew comfortable with her knees up and her back supported by the wall, all while making sure the baby was comfortable.
“You’re safe now, my precious boy.” She whispered softly, gently bringing her face down to give him butterfly kisses. “Now let's get you fed.” She offered, bringing the baby bottle to his mouth. She made sure to tilt it just right, propping her arm up with pillows, while exhaustion plagued her.
JJ sat on the living room floor trying to figure out how exactly to put the crib together. It had been about five minutes and he was already about to give up. However, as he clipped the last piece together, a surge of pride rushed through him while he fisted the air, a small ‘whoop!’ coming from him. Grabbing the crib, he slowly and steadily moved it down the hallway and opened the guest bedroom door when he stopped with wide eyes. On the bed, Y/n laid with her hair in a messy bun, a soft glow of love all over her skin, sleepy eyes, and a baby in her arms, feeding.
He stared awe struck for several moments before Y/n finally noticed him and tilted her head in confusion.
“What’s wrong?” She slurred out from exhaustion.
“You’re beautiful.” He answered immediately, surprising himself when he realized he had said it out loud. A soft smile formed on her lips, a smile that made his heart speed up and warmth form in his cheeks.
“Wanna feed him?” She whispered, the baby’s eyes fluttering open and close every few moments. She breathed out with a soft sigh, looking down at the small baby in her arms.
“He’s fighting sleep.”
That was all that was said before he quickly set the crib beside the bed and moved to sit beside her. She gently sat up, removing the bottle from the half asleep newborn, bringing out a round of weak cries. He was soon placed in JJ’s arms, Y/n setting the pillows up under his arms and giving him the bottle for the baby.
“How..” He began but stopped feeling embarrassed from his lack of knowledge.
“How what, my love?” She encouraged softly, sitting forward to grab the baby clothes.
“How do I feed him?” He rushed out, looking up waiting for the judgment he was sure to receive. What he got instead was a warm smile and loving eyes that shocked him.
“Here. Hold the bottle at this angle-” she instructed once more, moving his hands so he was doing it, “and then make sure he doesn’t choke on the milk. You hold it at that angle to make sure he isn’t getting too much air when he’s drinking.”
“Alright.” He nodded, switching his eyes between the baby in his arms and his baby who sat beside him, pulling tags off a newborn pj onesie and a onesie with pants and a newborn button up shirt.
“These are his outfits for tonight and tomorrow.” She answered, looking at the bag that laid on the bed with horror that shortly turned into disappointment.
“What?” He asked, not liking the look on her face. He knew it wasn’t directed at him but somehow that made it worse because he knew it meant that she was disappointed in herself.
“I got diapers and baby powder… but I forgot the baby wipes.” She whispered defeat. He looked down, having just realized the baby wore nothing beneath the blanket.
“Well lucky for you, he hasn’t pooped.” He stated, guessing that was the end of the conversation and hoping it would cheer her up. It didn’t though.
“Yeah but we gotta get the dirt off him and if he does poop then we’ll have nothing to wipe him with.” She answered, looking at him with tears in her eyes. Tears that made his mind and heart scream at him. He hated when she cried, it tore his heart.
“Cupcake, we have rags and working water. John B finally paid the water bill.” He announced. Looking down at the now sleeping newborn, he smiled. “He’s asleep. I actually put him to sleep!” He whisper-shouted with excitement causing a bubbly laugh from his love, doubling his pride and joy.
Not only did he put a baby to sleep but he also got his love to laugh during a stressful situation. Two birds, one stone. This was going to be a fun night.
#jj maybank x reader#jj mayback imagine#sad thoughts#newborn#outer banks#angst and fluff#JJ maybank father#part 4
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if i had a nickel for every time a main obx character completely derailed the plot by going on a three episode hiatus with their long lost father, which in the end contributed to nothing, id have 2 nickels. which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice right?
#stop with the fathers#i’m making up my own ending#obx#jj obx#jj maybank#john b obx#john b routledge#obx season 4
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delete delete delete delete delete
#oh nooo the show about fathers and sons and legacies is showing us a son following his father's legacy#not surprised but still hurts my heart#luke and jj#jj maybank#luke maybank#mine
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“tranquilo baby.”
“we’re back in the g-game baby.”
don’t even get me started on jjpope and rafebarry parallels lad
#like oh my god#a blonde with poor impulse control and violent tendencies due to his abusive father never giving him the love or respect he wants#a down to earth more strategical/intelligent brunette who is the only one that truly understands him and matches his freak#COME ON#jjpope#rafebarry#outer banks#rarry obx#obx#jj maybank#rafe cameron#pope heyward#barry obx
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NOTE: Cheating in this case is meant as a trope of a FICTIONAL story. I do not condone cheating (in fact, if you care, I ended a friendship cause a girl made her coworker cheat on his gf who had just given birth like I will be so fucking serious about this irl) nor do I support it in any way. I do like the drama it adds to a fictional story though.
#idk how to tag this#writers on tumblr#x reader#fanficiton#fanfic#fic writing#nicholas alexander chavez#bill skarsgard#glen powell#smut#sturniolo triplets#matt sturniolo#nick sturniolo#chris sturniolo#father charlie mayhew#drew starkey#rafe cameron#jj maybank#rudy pankow
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obx4 episode titles
4x01: The Enduro 4x02: Blackbeard 4x03: The Lupine Corsairs 4x04: The Swell 4x05: Albatross 4x06: The Town Council 4x07: Mothers and Fathers 4x08: Decision Day 4x09: The Storm 4x10: The Blue Crown
#ok mothers and fathers looks so interesting??#im getting that excited feeling again#dare i say i think itll be good??#pates plz dont disappoint us#obx#obx4#outer banks#netflix#tv#episode titles#john b#jj maybank#rudy pankow#madison bailey
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i started watching outer banks not long ago and honestly the fact that jj is introdcued as a "mild kleptomaniac and a future tax cheat" and he’s a charismatic, blonde boy who thinks he doesn’t deserve to be loved is actually mental
#MILD KLEPTOMANIC CRACKED ME UP#also sorry but jj is so hot like i get so flustered when he’s on screen my LORD#and the fact that his father is shit is really giving johnny rook icl..#kit herondale#the dark artifices#jj maybank#the wicked powers#tda#twp#tsc#outer banks
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everytime john b is on screen i groan
#i hate john b#& his father#literally all the other characters are more fun & interesting to watch#even ward is better than john b#i miss barry tho#i wanna barry / rafe back#they were so funny together#john b#john b routledge#big john routledge#kiara carrera#pope heyward#jj maybank#cleo obx#sarah cameron#rafe cameron#ward cameron#rose cameron#wheezie cameron#outerbanks#outer banks#obx
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The way S4 was the best season for me (after S1) until…those last minutes of the last episode, is crazy. Like I was so hooked and I loved every second of it, even when it turned a bit silly and unrealistic, because it’s OBX and I’ve been here since S1 came out and idk man, it just feels empty. So disappointing. It sucks when people can’t differentiate between their personal life and work space/relationships/life and it affects the quality and events of a show/movie, but I’m rather out of the loop with the newer drama surrounding the actors, so who am I to speak. Anyways, they could’ve at least written his character off, but maybe the writers aren’t smart enough for that…because what do you mean they literally buried JJ in Morocco???? Make it make sense pls.
#just bvidzsoo things#obx#obx season 4#outer banks#obx spoilers#jj maybank#and also s3 was literal shit i was so sick of jonh b’s father#and this season was so fire….and then just UGH#i can’t even rewatch it now once it’s finished because…why would i? jj did all of that just to die??#anyways…if they actually make rafe x kiara happen i’ll go freaking ballistic#it would make no sense bro…Kie isn’t like that and I heard even the actors are against it so i hope it won’t happen#rafe deserves to be alone or he can fix his relationship with Sofia cuz he ain’t got no rights judging her for that after all the shit#HE had done
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me watching jj read the note that is entirely in cursive knowing in my heart that man can't read shit for shit in cursive:👁👁
#obx#outerbanks#jj maybank#did they??? forget about theyre own writing???#he explicitly says he cant read cursive season 2#unless he took time from country hopping being abandoned on an island running from the law almost dying almost dying again his sudo father d#i could go on#obx spoilers
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would it make me feel better or worse to have a scene where luke tells jj "but you're still my boy"
would it make jj feel better or worse?
#i feel like a normal father in that circumstance#would be like but you're still my boy#and it'd be a touching moment#luke is his father through and through for better or worse#i just feel like i want a scene like that#but idk how a scene like that would make me feel#jj maybank#outer banks#obx
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Part Three: The Trip
JJ Maybank x Reader
Part Three
Angst, Fluff
“How-” She stopped, swallowing harshly and gently nibbling on the inside of her lip to stop the tears from pouring. Who could do such a cruel thing, she didn’t know. “How long do you think he’s been like… that?” She asked, moving her head to indicate where the baby had been laying earlier.
“I don’t know but we aren’t going to the cops. I don’t trust the cops and if my dads ever been right about anything, it’s that.” He grumbled out, anger and confusion taking over his usual cool demeanor.
“We can get in serious trouble if we don’t.” She whispered back before looking in the direction of where the kegger was still raging.
“Who would do such a thing?” She asked softly, more to herself than anyone. Her voice shook with the weight of the situation as a new fresh set of tears breached her eyes, looking down to the baby who cooed back up at her. She moved her hand to hold the baby's hand and smiled softly when the baby wrapped his tiny fingers around her middle finger.
“... let’s just get it something to eat.” JJ muttered, wanting to change the subject from the cops.
“Get him something to eat.” Y/n corrected softly, still staring down at the baby with loving eyes.
“Yeah, whatever, let's go.” He bit out, lifting his hat to run his fingers through his hair once again, eyeing the way she stared at the child in her arms. He knew she was growing attached to the baby already and he wasn’t sure how to feel about it.
Turning, he began walking back to the kegger, clearing the way while making sure Y/n and the baby were still right behind him. She followed, holding the baby close to her chest. Thankfully, neither of them ran into any of their friends on the way through, having known that this situation would be one that neither were sure they could explain.
Reaching the van, Y/n stepped in, baby still to her chest before she watched as his lip began to pucker out before the trembling in the chin started and his eyes grew thick with tears.
“No, no, no. Hey, please don’t cry. We’re getting you food, I promise.” She whispered, slowly bending over the baby to place a soft kiss on his head before buckling herself into the van. Once JJ reappeared, having left to go ask John B for the keys to the Twinkie, he got into the driver's seat glancing over to her with a look she hadn’t ever seen before.
“What’s up?” She asked, over the baby’s crying, having noticed the strange look and troubled expression on his face. Her eyebrows furrowed in concern after his face grew bright red and he began to clear his throat before shaking his head and muttering a quick ‘nothing’.
“Where to?” He asked, finally letting the situation seep into his bones.
“First, a store with baby formula. Second, the Chateau. Third, the police station tomorrow morning.” She answered, moving the baby so he lay against her chest as she rubbed his back softly. The cries grew quiet for a bit before she felt the baby still. JJ watched with a longing look, noticing how well she was with children.
“How do you know what to do?” He asked, looking backwards to pull out of the beach, careful not to hit anyone.
“I’m not sure…” She mumbled, furrowing her eyes.
With that, the rest of the car ride was silent, both too scared to talk for the fear of waking the baby. When they arrived at the store, she carefully passed the baby to JJ, not wanting to wake the poor thing.
“What? No. NO!” He whisper-shouted, holding the baby out like it was a disease.
“Do you know what formula to get?” She questioned, growing slightly agitated at the way he held the baby. She walked over, gently took the baby, and huffed with narrowing eyes.
“Hold your arms like this.” She instructed, slowly letting the steam roll off her to cool herself down. When he had it correctly, she laid the now waking child in his arms and watched as he drifted back off to sleep, his tiny fingers wrapping around JJ’s pinky.
A wide smile and two skipped-heart beats later, she kissed JJ’s cheek and whispered encouraging words to him. He was a natural and seeing this only made what she knew, 100% more accurate. JJ Maybank would be a great father.
After a few minutes, she found the formula and checked it out, returning to the van to see JJ, the cool demeanor man, smiling softly and cooing at the wide awake baby. A small huff of amusement left her lips before she got in the van, grabbing the water jug, bottle, and formula from the bag. The baby was still remotely young, about a week or so old, so she decided to make a 4 ounce bottle to settle the baby's stomach. Whatever he didn’t drink, he could have for later and if he drank all of it and was still hungry, she could make more.
After making the bottle, she shook it and looked back at JJ.
“Do we have anything to warm it with?” She asked, pointing to the bottle. He looked in the back, surveyed back there, before turning forward and shaking his head.
“It’s alright. We’ll just have to warm it up at the Chateau.” She whispered, reaching her hands out to ask for the baby back. The look of pure hurt and disappointment that formed on his face at the indication that he’d have to give the baby up, brought a familiar warm feeling to her chest with a longing sting. She hid her loving smile by tilting her head and raising an eyebrow.
“Why can’t you drive? You’ve hogged the baby all night…” He pouted, looking at her with puppy dog eyes. Lord help her, she was tempted not to go to the police station after all.
“Baby… I can’t drive. John B forbade anyone but you and himself to drive the Twinkie after Pope crashed two vehicles in a row.” She laughed softly. Moving so she stood between JJ’s legs that were outside the Twinkie with the door laying open, she looked down at the baby in his arms. Those wide beautiful eyes looked to her before she watched the baby’s mouth move, drawing a soft smile and what she could imagine were awestruck eyes at the baby.
“He doesn’t have to know…” He grumbled, letting his head lay back so his neck was wide open. She bit her lip and eyed her handsome lover, him with a baby making her all the more hot with love and another emotion.
“Come on. The sooner we get back to the Chateau, the sooner you can hold him again.” She reassured, standing on her tippy toes to lay a soft kiss on his forehead. He left out a sigh before glaring at the ground.
“Fine…”
#jj mayback x reader#sad thoughts#jj maybank#jj mayback imagine#newborn#JJ maybank father#outer banks
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are we gonna talk about the emotionally abusive bitch that is toppers mother tho
#you’re just like your father; weak#that was such a low blow#she’s so fucking controlling#no wonder topper has attachment issues and rage#fuck dr thornton#obx#outer banks#jj maybank#john b routledge#john b obx#jj obx#rudy pankow#chase stokes#rafe cameron#pope heyward#drew starkey#austin north#topper thorton#sarah cameron#rafe obx#kiara carrera#topper obx#obx2#obx3#topper thornton
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Mini fic about JJ and Mike Carrera's Relationship? More Likely than you'd think
*casually slides AO3 link for mini fic I started writing before the current long fic* It's only six chapters and it's completed please put it in your mouth.
Summary: Five months after finding El Dorado, JJ struggles to fit into Kiara's family. Though much of the misunderstandings have been resolved, Mike is hesitant to let go of his prejudice toward JJ. This is the story of how learn to set aside their differences and become close. ******************************************************************* “Wait. Wait a minute, please. I’m not here to fight, I swear. I just need to talk to JJ.” “He’s had enough for tonight. Leave him alone.” Against his better judgement, JJ carefully got out of bed. It was something in Mike’s voice. An emotion he’d never heard before. “Please, just let me speak to him. I need to-“ He quietly stepped out of his room. “JJ,” John B breathed. He ran a hand through is disheveled hair and sighed. “Let him in.”
#fanfic#obx fic#jj maybank#jj x kiara#jj-centric#JJ & Mike Carrera#mending fences#Reconciliation o'clock#good ole father-son time#AKA fixing the time skip after season 3#because I needed this
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Idiots.
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Dad JJ Maybank
Growing up, JJ had been so sure that he wasn't going to have kids. After everything that he had seen and been through with his dad, he was worried that he would end up screwing up his own kids the way his dad screwed him up and he didn't want to risk it. He wasn't totally sure when that changed.
The young Pogue had always cared deeply for his loved ones. His friends needed only to tell him there was an issue and he would be right there trying to solve it with or for them. That's just who he was. There weren't all that many people that he cared about but those he did, he cared about deeply and unconditionally. Sometimes he might make bad decisions but they always came from a good place, one of love and compassion.
If you told the boy earlier that he was going to be even better for his own kid one day, he would have never believed you. Yet, as he looked down at his sleeping daughter, he felt nothing but peace and unconditional love.
The small baby was curled up in her crib, having just been put down for her nap, sound asleep, but JJ refused to leave until he was completely sure that his little girl was totally asleep and peaceful. He cherished these little moments with her. The way she curled up under the blankets after falling asleep against the comfort of her father's chest, was one of the most precious things he could imagine. He wanted to take in every moment he had with his baby girl before she started to grow up.
JJ remembered the first time he saw his little girl. She was wrapped up in a basket with a note. He had no idea who her mother was, could be a couple of different girls, but, in that moment, he didn't feel scared. He knew what he had to do and he simply scooped up his little girl and kissed her cheek before whispering to the sleeping baby.
"You're a Pogue now, kiddo."
#jj maybank#dad jj maybank#jj outer banks#obx#outer banks#father#daughter#jj needs a hug#maybank#good parenting#the pogues#p4l
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