#Well I really really love the character JJ Maybank
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jj maybank x routledge!reader.
this is heavily inspired by that part in friends where everyone finds out about monica and chandlerđ this is also in little segments for each character finding out.
also, some of the events dont match up to the storyline of the show. i just thought of storylines for this fic and incorporated them into this.
synopsis: jj and reader have had a secret relationship for the past couple months, secret all thanks to the âno pogue on pogue mackingâ rule. but what if the pogues find out on their own?
you loved jj. truly. the past couple months with him have been amazing, though you both yearned to be able to do this in public. but you wouldnt, not with john b around. sneaking around with jj was fun,
of course it was, but it got repetitive very quickly.
until you got found out.
pope:
hushed giggles and rapid footsteps invaded your bedroom as jj and you rushed inside for some very much needed alone time together, lips crashing together between laughs. your hands wandered his biceps, feeling them flex and twitch under your fingers.
it wasnt long before his hands were on the back of your head, tugging your head closer for another kiss. you resisted, thinking you heard footsteps. he grumbled, trying to pull you closer once more.
âcâmon princess, i havent been able to kiss you all day! let me make up for it now.â he mumbled, lowering his head toward your neck.
he sucked and bit at your neck, soothing the slight sting with a swipe of his tongue. he barely got to touch you today, let alone kiss you! he felt like he was going insane.
âjay- just- someone might be coming.â you mumble lowly, tilting your head up to allow him to kiss your neck.
yeah, so what? your resolve was weak when it came to jj, you couldnt help it.
âyouâre paranoid, cupcake. jusâ give papa j some lovinâ yeah?â he grins goofily against the supple skin of your neck.
ây-yeah⌠youâre right.â you agree, allowing your hand that was previously itching to grip jjâs hair finally doing so.
you allowed jjâs kisses to travel up your neck and to your lips, your tongues immediately fighting for dominance. jj sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, fiddling with your crop topâs straps. he pushed the strap to the side, allowing it to fall off your shoulder.
pope, whoâd watched jj walk in your room, had swung the door open to ask jj what he was doing in your room. his jaw had dropped, but jj just smirked. until his brain caught up with what was happening, in which his smirk melted off his face and grew into a more flustered look.
âuhm- jj- y/n-â pope stumbles over his words, eyes wide in shock.
your own face was complimented by a light tint of pink, your hands now resting on jjâs shoulders rather than in his hair.
âwell- w-we can explain.â you say, hopping away from jjâs body.
âweâre kind of, like, seeing eachother⌠in secret though, so please please please⌠dont tell anyone, especially not jb.â you explain, your eyebrows pulled together in concern.
ây-yeah, yeah.. okay⌠how- i mean, how are you two together? why?â pope asks, confused.
âwell pope, when two people love eachother-â jj starts before you smack his chest.
âwe got together after the midsummers, to be fair jj was pretty tipsy. but weâre really happy together, and heâs great.â you smile.
âand the sex is just as great-â jj guffaws before you give him a deadpanned look and his laugh dies into more of an awkward smile.
âim uh, im happy for yâallâŚâ pope says, before shooting us a smile and quickly making a break out of the room.
âgod, that was so awkward.â you mutter.
kiara:
the both of you were at an infamous boneyard party, maybe a little too tipsy. neither of you cared very much though, just dancing and having fun with your boyfriend, brother, and friends.
youâd excused yourself to go and grab another drink, jj offering to come with you. he followed behind you like a lost puppy, and once you were far enough away from the others he wrapped his arms around your waist.
âyâknow why they call this âthe boneyardâ baby?â he whispered seductively with an even more seductive laugh.
âno, why?â you bit your lip to supress a smile.
âwell, obviously because peopleâd come here all the time for parties. and yâknow what theyâd do?â he paused for a moment before continuing.
âtheyâd bone, baby!â he laughed, pulling your hips closer to his own.
âând i think we should do the same⌠yâknow, continue a legacy or some shit.â
âhmm..â you hum.
âi guess⌠it wouldnt be a bad idea..â you giggle, turning around and holding his face in your hands and pecking a kiss on his lips.
âmm, good girl.â he grins, his head going straight to your neck to suck hickeys onto the skin there all while being too drunk to care about who would see it in the morning.
you let out an involuntary shiver, your arms wrapping around his neck while your fingers fiddled with the hair at the nape of his neck.
âjump.â he mumbles huskily, and of course you comply with that tone of voice.
he catches you in his arms, wrapped around your thighs. he quickly takes you away from prying eyes toward the twinkie, pushing you against the door.
âthe things you do to meâŚâ he groans, his hand caressing your thigh.
âyâso pretty baby, cant believe i landed youâŚâ he says in a lovestruck tone, kissing up your neck and eliciting a couple of breathy moans from you.
he pulls you away from the door to pull it open, laying you on the floor of the twinkie. within seconds of shutting the door, his lips are back on you sucking and kissing. his hips rolled against yours as his wandering hands pulled the end of your dress up.
âoh baby, yâsoaked through your panties⌠all this mess fâme?â he smirks, fingers playing with the edge of your panties.
ây-yeah, all fâyou jay⌠please..â you whimper, and of course he cant deny you.
heâs completely pussy whipped, and he doesnt mind admitting it.
âi know baby..â he coos.
âiâll help you baby, my good girl..â he grunts, unbuckling his belt.
you giggled in excitement as your legs instinctively spread further for him, until the door opened and kie stood there.
you were frozen in shock, this was the second time! jj closed your legs, giving you some sort of dignity.
âkieâŚâ he starts.
âoh my god⌠john bâs actually going to end you.â the frizzy haired girl muttered.
âwhat? no he wont, im his best friend. he knows iâll take good care of her.â he shrugs, though deep down he was worried john b would disapprove.
âplease, kie.. dont tell anyone, not even sarah⌠weâre gonna tell everyone eventually, but just in our own time.â you plead, hoping sheâd keep this a secret for our sake.
âokay, fine⌠but you keep being reckless and everyone will find out on their own.â she said, before grabbing what she needed and shutting the door.
and god, you knew she was right.
cleo:
jj was just working at the shop, stocking shelves and working behind the counter. you were supposed to be doing the same. key word: supposed.
see, you were too busy ogling at jj. i mean, how could you not?! he was a total dreamboat with his fluffy hair, his cargo shorts, those damn sleeveless shirts he always wore that made you want to jump his bones. dont even start with the rings.
you figured you must be ovulating because this never usually was an issue, and the dirty thoughts infiltrating your mind definitely didnt help.
âstaringâs rude yâknow?â he laughs slightly, not even looking up from whatever he was doing from behind the counter.
âi wasnt staring.â you reply, clearing your throat and starting to stock shelves again.
âright, and im not baked all the time. sweetheart, thereâs no shame in drooling.â he snickers.
âi am not drooling.â you had to check your mouth to make sure you really werent drooling, the way you were so distracted with him you werent even sure what was happening around you.
âwhatever you say.â he sighs, closing the cash register after counting the money. âcâmere darlinâ.â
you didnt even fight it when your legs automatically started moving behind the counter, god you were so down bad. and you didnt even care.
you immediately gripped his shirt and pulled him into a passionate kiss, not able to resist him and his damn kissable lips. he let out a surprised grunt, but kissed you back.
this kiss lasted for a couple minutes, blocking every other thing in the world out. you guys were in your own little bubble.
âwhatchu doinâ?â cleoâs voice sounds out from infront of the counter.
you quickly jump away from eachother, jj scratching the back of his neck. god this was so embarrassing, you seriously needed to get better at this sneaking around bullshit.
âah, i see⌠you guys been mackinâ eachother huh?â the girl grinned.
âglad to see y/nâs finally getting some though.â she winked at you.
âha ha, funny.â you huff.
âplease dont tell anyone..â you ask.
âor do, not like itâd make much of a difference. weâre always getting caught-â jj gets cut off by a slap to the chest.
âshush jj, she should keep it quiet.â you hiss.
âright, yeah. cleo, keep it quiet.â he says.
âhuh. rude boyâs pussy whipped.â she huffs out a laugh, walking out of the shop.
âwell- wh- are you gonna keep it quiet?!â jj calls our after cleo but earns no response.
john b & sarah:
jj and you were just cuddling, that was all. nothing more, nothing less. there wasnt any sexual intentions behind it, just some romantic cuddles between lovers. and heâd just been beaten by his dad, again, so he needed some extra loving from his girl.
âheâs an asshole, jay⌠i hate what he does to you, i wish i could kill âim for you..â you say softly, carding your fingers through his soft hair.
âi wouldnt let you do that, cant have my pretty girl goinâ to jail for me.â he smiles, kissing your cheek lovingly.
âmm, youâre so perfect jay.. yâknow that?â you ask.
ânah sweetheart, i think youâre the perfect one.. have you looked in the mirror lately? i mean, hot damn.â he grins.
you blush, you were never good at accepting compliments. âjay, stopâŚâ you whine a little, covering your face.
ânuh uh⌠i wanna see that beautiful face of yours.â he pulls your hands away from your face and pecks the tip of your nose.
âmuch better.â he smiles.
the door swings open, the exhausted couple - john b and sarah - barging through with their small, 3 year old toddler in tow.
âyo jayj, can-â john bâs voice dies out in shock.
âwhat the fuck man?!â his voice rings out, sarah placing a hand on his bicep to ground him and remind him of his son still in the room.
âyouâre macking my sister?!â john b huffs, the vein in his neck popping out in anger.
âjohn b- i-it isnt what you think! we arent.. macking! okay?!â you get up to stand infront of john b, blocking his view of jj.
âjohn b.. weâre dating, jjâs my boyfriend-â
âwow! thatâs supposed to make it better?! youâre supposed to tell me, y/n! and jj! my best friend man, what the hell?! couldâve atleast asked for my permission!â john b was so angry, he just wanted the best for his baby sister, wanted to protect her.
he really wasnt ready to see her getting into relationships, having to let her go and be protected by some other guy who wasnt him. a guy who could hurt his baby sister.
âhe doesnt need your permission! im my own person okay?! if thereâs anyone you can trust with protecting me, its jj! you know that! heâs as loyal as a damn golden retriever!â you defended jj.
it seemed to calm john b a little, sarah was outside the bedroom so the little guy didnt hear the ruckus.
âyeah⌠god, yeah youâre right⌠i just- i dont want you to stop being my baby sister, i wanna be able to be the one you always come to when somethingâs wrong.. i wanna protect you.â john b says softly, he was used to having to protect you since dad had gone to find the royal merchant, and was now dead.
âi know⌠and you still can okay? you and jj can be like- like guard dogs, huh?â you giggle.
âjohn b.. man, i love her.. i really do. sheâs everything to me. you can trust me.â jj reassures.
sarah comes back into the room once she hears the calm talking between you all, little baby jesse john routledge, or jj as everyone called him, following with a smile.
âso⌠you two huh?â sarah wiggles her eyebrows, grinning.
âyeahâŚâ you smile, blushing slightly.
âwell, i guess⌠i approve, but if you hurt her maybank-â john b starts.
âyouâll kill me, i know. iâd kick myself over and over if i ever hurt her, before you could even kill me.â he sincerely reassures.
âwell, now thatâs over⌠could you watch jesse for us? we gotta go help out around the storeâŚâ sarah asks.
âsure, weâll look after him.â you smile, picking little jesse up.
jj looks at you with the utmost love in his eyes, and john b knew heâd made a good choice trusting jj with you. john b could see how in love the maybank boy was, it was a look unlike any heâd ever seen on the boys face, and if you knew jj, you knew he was a facially expressive person.
john b smiled, ushering sarah out the door and closing it behind him. all he heard as they left were giggles from the three of us.
#obx imagine#obx fic#jj maybank x reader#jj maybank x routledge!reader#john b x sister!reader#pogues x reader#jj maybank fanfiction#jj maybank fluff#jj maybank#kiara carrera#pope heyward#cleo anderson#sarah cameron#john b routledge
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Like a Hurricane // JJ Maybank x OC - Part 1
Summary: Sky is a Pogue through and through. No one would doubt that. But what will happen if her Dad just disappears, and after nine months, she and her brother face the consequences with DCS? Sky tries to manage her way through a literal storm but also the storm of secrets, confessions, friendships, and... summer.
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Warnings: language, use of alcohol, talk of death
Pairing: JJ Maybank x OC
A/N: And I'm back with an all-new Outer Banks story :) Yay! I got so invested in that show that I couldn't just binge-watch the whole show, as I didn't want it to end. And yes this is more a "reimagine". Don't @ me ;)
Summer.
Finally. We've waited a long time for the summer break to finally arrive. No more school, no more responsibilities. Not that my brother would care about that ever since our father went missing.
But hey, we're the Pogues, and our mission this summer is to have a good time all the time.
On the terrace of their new hangout, the Pogues lounged, beers in hand, basking in the golden-orange hue of the setting sun. The vibe was effortlessly relaxed and warm.
"That's what, a three-story fall to the deck?", Pope questioned, eyeing the boy teetering on the rooftop, beer casually in tow. "I give you about a one-in-three chance of survival."
The blonde girl with the side braid perched on a scaffold nearby, beer can in hand, gazed upward nonchalantly. "So?"
John B paused, wetting his finger and testing the wind. "Should I do it?"
"Yeah, jump", urged the blonde boy with the cap, sitting next to Sky.
Pope, brandishing a drill playfully, aimed it at John B. "I'll shoot you on the way down."
"You'll shoot me?"
"Yep", he replied with a shrug.
John B mimed a gun with his hand, pointing at Pope. "Pow!"
"They're gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers," Kiara announced, stepping out. She was striking, her light-dark skin and wavy hair catching the last light of day.
Beside Sky, JJ chuckled. "Of course. Why wouldn't they?"
Sky shared a knowing look with JJ, a sly grin on her lips. "You know what's next," she whispered, sparking a grin from JJ.
"This used to be a turtle habitat, but who cares about the turtles, I guess?" Kiara lamented.
"Poor turtles", Sky responded with playful sympathy, standing up.
JJ shrugged. "I can't have cold towels."
Kiara ignored him and looked up at John B. "Can you please not kill yourself?"
Sky jumped down from her perch, finishing her beer with a swift gulp. "I mean, one less Routledge, who gives a shit?" she said sarcastically. "Oh wait, me! I would give a shit. Get the fuck down, JB!"
"Don't spill that beer. I'm not giving you another one", JJ warned his best friend.
Unfazed, John B balanced precariously, but a sudden gust of wind caught him off guard. His beer plummeted to the terrace below.
"Of course you did," JJ grumbled.
Kiara turned away, shaking her head. "Smooth..."
The blonde girl sighed and rubbed her face. "Dumbass..."
Pope, peering over the balcony, spotted a security guard emerging from a parked car.
"Hey!"
"Hey, uh, security's here," he informed the others. "Let's wrap it up."
JJ looked around, glanced quickly at Sky, and smiled. "Boys are early today."
"Humpty Dumpty, let's roll," Sky said smugly.
"Yeah," John B agreed, walking down to the others.
"Let's go, boys," Kiara smiled, and they started to hurry.
JJ, teasing as always, exclaimed: "Gary, is that you?"
"Get down", Sky said to her brother.
JJ, still in light spirits, laughs as he sees that it is indeed Gary. "Gary, good to see you, man!"
They made their way downstairs, JJ's leaking behind. "JJ!" Sky laughed and pulled him along.
With Gary's backup close behind, the Pogues had to swiftly escape, leaping fences and dodging the guards. John B had the Twinkie, his van, revved up and ready. They piled in, laughter and adrenaline mixing, as one guard gave futile chase.
"Come on guys, you're giving him a heart attack," Kiara laughs, and Sky nudges her.
In high spirits, they sped off into the summer night, the promise of adventure ahead.
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.
The nice side of the Island is called Figure Eight. It's the rich side of the island. Home of the Kooks. So, guess where we don't live.
And then, there 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.
But who are we?
There's JJ. My brother's best friend since the third grade. Meaning that I couldn't get rid of him even if I wanted to.
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 male surfer I know. But don't tell him I said that. I wouldn't hear the end of it. Mild kleptomaniac and a future tax cheat, for sure. And then there's his secret â a massive, undeclared crush on me. Of course, I'm totally oblivious to it. No one knows about it. Well, that's the story, as my brother would probably kill him anyway.
Then there's Kiara, or Kie, as we call her. My best friend and the only other female Pogue apart from me. When not saving turtles or, listening to Marley, or getting a dolphin tattoo (which, for the record, I totally didn't convince her to get â okay, maybe I did), she hangs out with us. We are all not really sure why, though.
So, she's a rich kid, actually. Foot in both worlds. Her family owns The Wreck, my workplace, this Outer Banks institution. Total cash cow with the tourists. We are not really sure how her parents feel about us, well at least about the boys, as I think they kind of like me.
All of the guys had a thing for her at least once.
And then there's Pope. The brains of the operation... finalist for the Lucas T. Vanderhorst Merit Scholarship. And probably the smartest person I know. He's a little bit of a weirdo, to be honest. 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.
There's John B â my twin brother. At first glance, no one would peg us as twins. John B, with his dark hair and deep-set eyes, starkly contrasts my light blonde hair and grey eyes. But beneath these superficial differences lies an unbreakable bond. John B and I have always been incredibly close, sharing a connection that goes beyond mere appearances. He's the undisputed leader of the Pogues, a role he takes as naturally as breathing. In his leadership, there's a sense of adventure, a hint of recklessness, and a deep-seated loyalty that binds all of us together. His presence is both a guiding force and a constant reminder of the unspoken understanding and support we share as twins.
And then there's me, Skylar Artemis Routledge. Or Sky. Talk about a mouthful of a name, right? Thanks a bunch, Mom and Dad. As I mentioned earlier, I'm the younger twin sister of John B â younger by a mere four minutes, a fact he never lets me forget, flaunting it like a badge of honor. My world? It revolves around the thrill of surfing, the freedom of skating, and, of course, my fiercely loyal band of friends. Oh, and about the infamous "no Pogue on Pogue macking" rule? Guilty as charged. That's on me. Or, more accurately, it's because of my overprotective brother, who's made it crystal clear: nobody messes with his "baby sister." It's a title I wear with a mix of annoyance and affection, but hey, that's family for you.
John B and I call an old fish shack on the marsh our home, fondly nicknamed "The Chateau" by our dad. That's how he always referred to it, with a hint of irony and a lot of love. Our dad... he vanished nine months ago while chasing the legend of a shipwreck. In this day and age, who just disappears at sea?
I miss him every single day. John B does, too, the weight of his absence hanging silently between us.
Our mom is a different story. She left when we were just three, a distant memory more than a mother. Last I heard of her, she was in Colorado, or at least I think it was Colorado.
But we've still got Uncle T. Ever since Dad's disappearance, he's been our so-called legal guardian. Right now, he's off in Mississippi, busy building houses. That leaves just John B and me free to roam with our friends, masters of our own little world.
Three months after Dad was declared missing, they wanted to pronounce him dead officially. But John B wouldnât sign the papers. He's adamant that there's no giving up until he sees a body. As for me... well, as three months stretched into six, my hope quietly faded away. I hate to admit it, but I've stopped expecting a miracle.
John B and Sky found themselves seated in the stark, clinical setting of the sheriff's office, facing a social worker named Cheryl. Her gaze fixed on the twins, who wore expressions of casual, almost practiced boredom.
"John, Skylar, it's come to our attention that you're unemancipated minors living on your own," Cheryl began. At this, John B and Sky shared a quick, knowing glance before bursting into laughter.
"No... Not really," Sky drawled, slouching further in her chair, her face etched with defiance.
"No," echoed John B, shaking his head.
Cheryl sighed deeply, intertwining her fingers with a look of forced patience. "I need honesty to help you two. That's what we're aiming for, right?" she asked, her eyes shifting between the twins.
"We're being honest," John B insisted as Sky puckered her lips in a mock pout.
All too aware of the teenagers' evasiveness, Cheryl let out another sigh. "Okay, then, when's the last time either of you spoke to your uncle?"
The twins exchanged another glance, their silent communication a testament to their unspoken bond.
Sky glanced at her empty wrist. "Uh... 34 minutes ago, to be exact."
"And when did you last see him?"
This time, John B chimed in. "Two hours and, uh... 43 minutes ago?"
Sky couldn't help but chuckle, biting her lip â a habitual gesture.
"John... Skylar, we're planning to visit tomorrow to speak with your uncle. If he's not there, we'll have to proceed with foster care arrangements," Cheryl explained, her tone a mix of sternness and concern. Sky scoffed at the notion. "I assure you, our goal is to find you both a safe, loving home."
They actually thought we were gonna be happy to hear that. Bullshit! I knew that they would separate us, and, almost as bad, they would get us to the mainland.
And that's where this story starts. Our dad missing, our uncle MIA, and the bride of Frankenstein threatening us with foster care.
That evening, the Pogues sat by a fire at the beach. They had fun, but one was missing. John B sat a bit further away and gave in to his thoughts. Sky sat next to JJ, who causally had his arm around her shoulders.
"What's up with him?" JJ asked, and Pope and Kie were looking at Sky.
She sighed and shrugged. "It's his way of coping, I guess... They-" She gulped and sighed again. "They want to swing by tomorrow, talk to Uncle T."
JJ pulled Sky closer. "Come on, they can't just drag your asses away. You're Pogues. You belong here."
Sky's smile faded a little. "Tell that to them."
JJ's smile faded as well, as he looked down at the blonde next to him. Kiara couldn't help but smile at the sight. She realized, for some time now, how much JJ liked Sky. Not just liked, but liked.
"Have you heard about the hurricane? It's heading right towards us", Pope then said and showed them the news channel on his phone, and Sky looked at him, sighing.
She wiggled out of JJ's arm and stood up. "Well, at least one good thing comes of it." She took out her phone, and the others looked at her, confused.
"DCS, how can I help you?" Sky tipped her finger to her lips. "Yeah, uh... I think we have to reschedule."
As Sky was at home later, thunder was crackling, and the wind took off. JJ sat on her porch on his phone. Sky just looked out to the ocean, wondering where her brother was.
"Hey yo, you know where John B is?" she turned and looked at JJ, who looked up at her.
He shrugged. "Nah, but my guess..." He pointed his head towards the ocean.
"He's really going for it, huh?" Sky muttered under her breath, turning back to the sea again.
JJ stood up and put an arm around her shoulders. "Don't worry, Barb. He's gonna be fine."
Barb. That was another thing. JJ called me that for as long as I can remember. Well, at first, it was Surfer Barbie, what many people call me, to be honest, so he just called me Barbie, and that morphed into Barb. He's the only one who calls me that.
Sky sighed once again and turned, walking into the Chateau. JJ looked after her with a questioning look, before he sat back down on the porch.
Shortly after, Sky walked out again with a Whiskey and two glasses. "Might as well..."
She poured some of the brown liqueur into the glasses and slid one over to JJ. He grinned at Sky and took it into his hand.
"The good glasses? What's the occasion?" he asked and winked at her.
"Don't know... When Aggie hits, they might break anyway..."
They clinked the glasses together and smiled at each other before taking a sip.
Forty-five minutes later, the almost full bottle was empty, and Sky sat on the porch bench with JJ, her legs over his lap. JJ has his hands on her shins and caresses them absently.
The conversation, deep and meandering under the influence of alcohol, takes a turn as JJ gazes into the distance, where lightning from the approaching Hurricane Agatha flickers ominously. "Barb," he slurs slightly, "have you ever thought about, you know, dating one of us Pogues? Like, hypothetically speaking?"
Sky, her head leaning back, a relaxed smile on her face, responds with a teasing lilt, "JJ, you know the rule. No Pogue on Pogue macking. John B made it pretty clear."
But JJ is undeterred, his eyes intense. "That rule is bullshit. It's just something John B came up with, so we don't mack on you. But seriously, what if? What if the rule didn't exist?"
Sky turns to face him, her expression softening in the dim porch light. "What if, huh?" she muses, the alcohol making her thoughts swim. "I don't know, JJ. It's a weird thought. We're like... family, you know?"
JJ nods, serious. "Yeah, I know. But sometimes, I think, 'What if.' What if the person you're supposed to be with is right in front of you, and you're just too blind to see it because of some stupid rule?"
The confession, raw and honest, hangs between them. Sky looks into JJ's eyes, seeing the vulnerability and sincerity within. "JJ, are you asking if I've ever thought about you that way?" she whispers, the storm's energy charging the air around them.
JJ meets her gaze, his voice earnest. "Maybe I am. Maybe I'm tired of pretending that I haven't thought about it. About you."
The intensity of the moment builds, mirroring the storm's crescendo. But then, Sky, sensing the conversation veering into serious territory that she's not ready to navigate, especially not under the influence, lets out a laugh. It's light, an attempt to diffuse the tension.
"JJ, you're drunk, and your emotions are all over the place. It's just the whiskey talking."
JJ's gaze lingers on her, a mix of longing and frustration in his eyes. "Maybe," he concedes, "but what if it's not? What ifâ"
Skye cuts him off with a light laugh, leaning in to bump her shoulder against his. "Oi, Bandolero, trust me. You're going to wake up tomorrow and realize you were just feeling extra sentimental because of the storm and the whiskey."
A little later, as the conversation drifted and the storm raged outside, Sky and JJ succumbed to sleep on the porch. Suddenly, Sky felt a persistent poking at her cheek.
Blearily opening her eyes, she was jolted awake by the looming figure before her, illuminated starkly by a flash of lightning.
"Jesus fucking Christ, are you out of your damn mind?" Sky exclaimed, her words directed at her drenched brother, who stood before her, surfboard in tow.
The commotion roused JJ, who blinked groggily at John B.
"That's your concern? What the hell are you guys still doing out here? Get inside!" John B barked, hauling Sky to her feet.
Sky, unimpressed, retorted as she was ushered inside, "Look who's talking, big bro. Did you seriously try to surf in this mess?" Behind them, JJ, barely awake, stumbled into the living room, collapsing onto the pull-out couch.
John B paused, eyeing his best friend's form. "What happened to him?" he asked, amusement lacing his voice.
Sky, smirking, replied as she headed to her room, "Dad's Highland Park. Turns out our Bandolero over there isn't as seasoned a drinker as he likes to claim." She paused at her door, glancing back at John B. "Good night."
"Night," he responded, his smile lingering as he made his way to his own room.
#Outer Banks#JJ x OC#JJ Maybank#John B Routledge#Outer Banks x OC#Outer Banks x Reader#OBX#OBX x reader#JJ Maybank x reader#Well I really really love the character JJ Maybank
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pairing: jj maybank x fem!routledge!reader
tropes: 3rd person narration | sarah cameronâs pov | childhood best friends to lovers | brotherâs best friend | best friendâs sister | fluff | soft boy jj
synopsis: sarah cameron meets her boyfriendâs sister for the first time, and understands what being soulmates means.
warnings: cursing, slightly mention of violence
wc: 2.9k
itâs my first time writing a character x reader (and actually writing a ff in years lmao) so i really hope this turned out well! also, i apologize for any typos or grammar errors but english is not my first language <3
song rec: about you - the 1975 âĄ
âcâmon guys, time to go back. itâs starting to freeze out here.â pope said, placing his fishing rod by his side before getting up and walking towards the helm of the boat, kiara following him to keep him some company. he was right: the temperature had started to drop, and honestly he didnât even know why the pogues decided to go fishing at the end of november.
they were all there, except for the pogue princess as they liked to call her. she was john bâs younger sister, just by one year; and even though she was definitely a pogue down to her core, she actually almost looked like a kook: she was always composed, never drank too much, never even touched a cigarette or a joint, and she worked her ass off every afternoon at the country club to help john b with the bills and to afford a few of the things she liked.
she was smart, kind, the type of girl to lighten up a room with the sound of her laughter. she was also one of the reasons why the âno pogue-on-pogue mackingâ rule was made: everyone kind of had a thing for her, and jj maybank was the first in line.
âi seriously regret coming, i think iâm going into hypothermia.â jj said, shuddering a little bit. yes, it was cold, but it wasnât that cold. jj just liked to be dramatic.
âgosh, youâre such a pussy.â john b laughed, smacking his best friend behind the head. theyâve know each other for more than ten years now. they werenât friends anymore, they were brothers. they loved and cared for each other very deeply, even if they were acting like jerks most of the time.
as pope started the engine of the hms pogue, ready to go back to the château, john b took his sweatshirt off to pass it to sarah, his new girlfriend. she was a kook, but she was different. she didnât care about how dissimilar their lives were, she loved spending time with the pogues because they were real. they were amazing friends, they were funny and smart, and the kind of people you could have a serious conversation with. they werenât superficial like the kooks, and she loved them for this.
she felt a little tap on her leg, catching with her vision her boyfriendâs sweater. she gave john b a smile and slid the blue piece of clothing on. âso, iâm meeting your sister for the first time today, uh. big step.â sarah joked, slightly pushing his arm.
since the first moment they started dating, john b had always talked about how he wanted her to meet his sister. she was the most important person in his life, especially after his dad went missing at sea during a storm. he actually wanted sarah to meet her right away, but she asked him to wait a couple of months, just to see if they were solid about this relationship. âyup, and trust me youâre gonna love her. sheâs like a little ball of sunshine, she wouldnât even hurt a fly.â he said, smiling at the thought how of sweet his sister was with everyone.
âheâs right. i donât think iâve even ever seen her mad.â jj stated, shifting his seat from john bâs right to sarahâs left.
âshe seems really nice, but iâm not worried about me liking her, because, by what you guys always say about her, i already do. iâm just worried she wonât like me, you know because of the whole pogue-kook thing.â
everyone bursted out laughing at sarahâs words, her face more confused than ever. âwhat? what did I say?â kiara left pope at the helm of the boat, and went to sit in front of her, crossing her legs together. âyou donât need to worry about that, she doesnât give a shit about the rivalry. trust me, she looks like she walked out of a cruise brochure. the only thing she wants is to see her brother with someone who makes him happy, which you do, so sheâs totally gonna be fine with it.â sarah smiled at her words, feeling a bit more relieved now.
even though pope wasnât seating next to them, he could still perfectly hear their conversation and see sarahâs tensed body. thatâs why he decided to lighten up a bit the discussion. âyou know, one time she made jj dress up as a reindeer.â he said getting out a chuckle at the memory of jj dressed as one of santa clausâs reindeers.
kiara followed him with a loud laughter âoh my god itâs true, i almost forgot it.â
sarah gave them an amazed look. she was enjoying this too much to not say anything. âokay, this is actually the funniest thing iâve ever heard. did you had a red nose like little rudolph, too?â she said with a smirk, turning her head towards jjâs.
âoh shut up, all of you. i only did it because she asked. besides, she looked so happy when i changed into that costume. i would honestly do it again.â jj let out an involontary smile at the thought of y/n. it was like this all the time: wether he wanted it or not, the only thought of y/n made him feel like he was the happiest man on earth, even if he wasnât. she just had that effect on him.
âgod, itâs sickening how whipped you are for my sister.â john b said, mimicking a gag reflex.
jj rolled his eyes at his words. sarah switching her gaze between the two boys sitting one to her left, and the other to her right. she then stopped to look at jj. âwait- you like y/n?â
âlike? hell, he loves that girl. heâs been in love with her since he was six. the random hook ups he has? thatâs all for show. he only does it to not draw suspicion, since the only girl heâd like to fuckâ and sorry john bâ is y/n.â pope said, fully exposing his friendâs feelings.
not that jj cared anyway. everyone knew how he felt about her, he didnât even try to deny it anymore.
âand youâre completely fine with it?â sarah asked john b, knowing how protective he was when it came to his sister.
âi wasnât always. first time he told me he loved her? i punched him. not my finest moment but i was kinda mad.â john b replied, slightly chuckling, reminiscing his right fist hitting jjâs jawbone. âi mean, the day before he tells me he sees her as a little sister and then that he wants to sleep with her? hell nah, i wasnât having that.â
âand what changed your mind?â
âbecause itâs jj. i know my best friend, and i know how much he cares for her. i knew he was never going to hurt her, iâm actually pretty sure he would die for her.â
sarah nodded along. the look on jjâs face confirming that what john b had just said was a hundred percent true. in that moment a thought crossed her mind, making her think about how what jj and y/n mustâve been something truly special.
âbubba, weâre home.â john b shouted, as he opened the châteauâs door. the house was silent, except for a light melody coming from the bathroom and the sound of the shower running. âshower! be right there!â sarah heard y/n shout back, as every one of the pogues sat on the couch: her ending up between her boyfriend and kiara, next to who was seated pope; and a bit far away from them jj. she figured he left the space empty for y/n.
about ten minutes later, while the pogues were having a conversation about an upcoming party at the boneyard, a sixteen year old girl came out of the bathroom, wearing a pink sweater and long white sweatpants. white socks at her feet and long wet hair cascading down her back. she walked up to them, bending slightly to place a kiss on her brotherâs cheek, and proceeding to do the same with all the others.
she then retraced her steps and stopped in front of sarah. âso youâre the reason why my brother stopped being a cranky old lady.â she smiled, offering her her right hand. âiâm y/n, itâs so nice to finally meet you.â
âsarah. itâs a pleasure to meet you too, john bâs always talking about you.â sarah replied, shaking her hand. y/n let out a small laugh, as she walked towards the end of the couch were jj was seated.
she plopped down next to him, tucking her legs under her bottom and leaning into him. he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer and gently leaving a kiss to the side of her head. âheâs always talking about you too. i swear the other night he woke me up around 3am just to tell me how amazing your date was. which, donât get me wrong, i was very happy to hear about.â
âyou literally throw a pillow in my face.â john b said.
âduh, because you woke me at 3 fucking a.m. i love you bird, but for gods sakes let a girl sleep.â she replied, making everyone laugh at her comment.
the conversation resumed pretty quickly, this time through with jj paying way less attention to it, more focused on the girl next to him.
the entire evening, between laughters and bottles of beers, sarah observed how jj and y/n were always caught up in their whole world. jjâs hands being constantly on her body, wether it was a arm around her shoulders or his hand on her leg. they were glued to each other, sometimes even whispering between them words only they could catch.
for the second time that day, sarah thought about how jj and y/nâs bond was special, going beyond simple friendship.
it was almost two a.m. when kie and pope left, both returning to their respective houses to avoid their parents storming out on them. sarah instead was going to spend the night there, so since jj and john b were on the front porch smoking a joint, obviously a jjâs idea, she and y/n were the only two people moving around the living room, cleaning up the mess of empty beer bottles and pizza boxes.
the whole night she noticed how jj and y/n acted around each other, so since they were now alone, she just felt like she had to ask. âso whatâs the deal between you and jj?â
âthereâs no deal, weâre friends.â y/n said calmly.
âbullshit, i noticed the way you look at him and how he looks at you. thatâs the look of love, sweetie.â sarah decided not to mention how jj actually felt about her. it wasnât her place to say tell the truth.
ânah, jj would never go for someone like me. he only sees me as a little sister, besides iâm not even his type.â she replied, giving her a kind smile, even though she felt like a lump was stuck right down her throat. y/n always knew she wasnât the kind of girl jj would want, the were total polar opposites, and truthfully she never even considered herself that much beautiful to have a chance with him.
âsince when jj has a type? doesnât he hits on every breathing human being?â sarah knew this probably wasnât the right thing to say, but sometimes people needed a little push to blurt out their feelings. to her surprise though, y/n laughed, most likely because she knew how their friend had a habit of flirting with almost every girl he met. it didnât matter if they were pogues or tourons, or hell even kooks sometimes. a pretty girl is a pretty girl, doesnât matter where she comes from.
âkinda, but he always hooks up with victoria-secrets-models type of girls, if you get what i mean. and apart from that, we want different things. he doesnât do relationships and i donât do random hook ups. not to mention how the possibility of me and jj being together would probably give an aneurysm to my brother.â
âeh, i wouldnât be so sure about that, ya know. either way though, you like him, donât you?â sarah said, remembering the conversation she and the other guys had on the boat.
busted. y/n stayed silent, sailing her lips in a thin, straight line. she then closed her eyes and took a deep breath, getting ready to spill everything out. she figured it was time to tell the truth anyway, since sarah clearly figured everything out.
âi met jj when i was four, we were in kindergarten and some older boys were picking on me. i was smaller and basically on the edge of tears, until i saw this blonde boy running towards me and putting himself between us. even if he was younger than them he still took my defense. after that he walked me home and told me he was a friend of john bâs. since that day, i donât think iâve ever liked someone that wasnât him.â
she took a small pause, just to catch her breath. but she was so caught up in narrating the whole story, that she didnât notice john b and jj leaning against the doorframe.
jjâs eyes almost bursting out of his face at her words, not expecting to hear her confession. john b, very aware of how his best friend was going to lose his shit any minute now, he places his finger against his mouth, mimicking him to shut up.
âas we grew older the roles kinda reversed and i started to look out for him: when he would come here bruised because of his father i would hug him and clean him up; even if younger than him i helped him study, you know just avoiding he would fail some subjects. at night, dad used to let him sleep next to me or john b because he didnât want to be alone, thing that of course dad prohibited when i turned twelve. that didnât stop him though: he would sneak out as soon as john b would fall asleep and come under the covers with me.â
she let out a laugh. âwould sir. freud love this? probably yes, but it doesnât matter. he deserves someone that cares for him, everyone does. and itâs not pity or mercy, i genuinely want to be there for him, because he deserves the best. yet, because of his father heâs convinced heâs worthless, but heâs not. gosh, heâs so funny and smart, which i know sounds weird but he is. he would die for his friends and cares so much for us. and iâm sure he could make it out of obx if only he wanted to. and heâs always so supportive and gen-â
she couldâve kept going on, but she suddenly noticed the two boys staring right up at her. jjâs eyes were watery, like he was going to cry any second now. he didnât cry much, only when really fucked up things happened in his life, but for the first time he felt like crying not because he was sad and tired but because he was happy. because finally he couldâve had something great going on in his life. he couldâve had her.
without saying anything he launched himself into y/nâs arms, letting her stumble back due to the rushed impact between their bodies. he hold her tight, his arms around her waist and hers around his neck. his face placed in the space between her shoulder and her neck, breathing in the smell of the coconut soap she always used. he didnât care about sarah and john b still being in the room, he wouldnât even care if a freaking zebra walked in the house. she was the only thing that mattered. she was his whole universe.
âyou shouldnât eavesdrop, maybank.â she said with a smirk, putting a bit of distance between their bodies so she could look at him in the face, but still managing to play with the of hair at the nape of his neck.
âdid you actually mean it? like for real?â
âevery word, jay. you know me, i would never lie to you.â
jj maybank was impulsive. half of the time he never thought before acting, which pretty much resulted in him dealing with the aftermath of his stupid decisions. thatâs why he didnât think twice in grabbing y/nâs face with his hands, pressing his lips against hers.
at first he felt her stiffening, probably surprised by his gesture, and for a moment he really thought he had just screwed everything up. but then her hands went to his shirt, yanking him even closer if possible, and he sensed her relaxing, her lips moving against his.
after what seemed like hours, he pulled back, only because they both needed air. if it was up to him, he wouldâve spent hours kissing her without getting a break.
âiâve been loving you for a long time, princess.â she smiled, her cheeks almost hurting because of all the happiness she was feeling.
âwell, youâre very lucky then, because iâve been loving you for a long time too.â
âi canât watch this, i think iâm gonna throw up.â
sarah nudged her elbow into her boyfriend stomach, giving him a look that said âshut the fuck up or iâm killing youâ. john b raised his hands in the air, admitting defeat.
and, as they watched jj starting to kiss y/n again, sarah thought of how her own relationship was truly amazing. but in her opinion? what y/n and jj had was the true definition of soulmates.
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Love is Embarrassing | JJ Maybank
summary: although JJ had promised your brother he wouldnât ever hurt you, you saw him kissing Kie while you were on a break.
pairing: JJ Maybank x Routledge!reader
genre: emotionally heavy anst, fluff in the end
contains: reader being a real bitch, mentions of Luke and parental abuse, inspired by some songs in the album âGUTSâ by Olivia Rodrigo, kinda shitty ending but let me know.
word count: 2,7k
authorâs note: alright I know Iâve been MIA and a bitch and I havenât posted anything in months (worse if you see how much stuff is on my âupcoming worksâ section), but Iâve just had a lot of ideas, little time and little confidence to write. one of my best friends just showed me obx and Iâm in love with this blonde and I got (I think) a spoiler about him and Kie and I just had to do something with my feelings.
This is a work of fiction. I do not own the characters of Outer Banks nor any characteristic of the show. I am writing this story solely for my own entertainment and the marvel or comfort of any readers.
âIf I fuck up with her that might as well be the last thing I do in my life, John B! I mean it!â
the words that JJ heatedly uttered to your twin brother the day he found out about the two of you were repeating over and over in your head right now. You remembered it all too well; John B was seething, absolutely pissed, seeing red. You and JJ Maybank knew each other for as long as he and your brother were best friends, when you turned 14, he declared to all the Pogues that you were off limits, and about two months ago, you and JJ started seeing each other. One month into it and JB discovered you, which was easy considering JJ already spent most of his time with both of you at the Chateau. JJ promised his best friend that he wouldnât fuck up with you because two things mattered the most for him in this life; their friendship, and yourself.
But as of lately, he was having some problems with Luke and he asked for some time âoutâ so he could figure his shit out without involving or hurting you and you disagreed but youâd do pretty much anything in this world for this man so you decided to say yes.
To his bullshit.
Bullshit, you figured out about half an hour ago, when you heard a confusing conversation between him and Kiara â the perfect one â and when you went outside to track the noise, you saw them kissing.
You were fifteen minutes late to leave for the weekly kegger and you forced yourself to lock yourself in the bathroom and call in sick â because that you were, and you wouldnât handle being out partying and pretending like seeing the kooks, and seeing them two wouldnât make you feel the same type of nausea at this moment.
Sarah was the third person to try and make you get out of the bathroom. The first being your brother and the second, Pope. Although you were thankful neither JJ nor Kie had tried to talk to you, when you heard your best friendâs voice, you were actually starting to feel sick, you were having a migraine from holding tears up, and you were sweating.
âY/n, come on! You were so excited to come not even an hour ago, weâre already late and I donât see why wouldnât you want to comeâ
Your vision was blurry as you palmed the door and laid your forehead on it. Sarah realized that you really werenât coming when she heard your voice crack.
âSarah please, just, go on out without me this one time, I need not to be there right now and I also need to be alone please donât ask me questions I canât handle to answer you this moment I promise-â
As you rambled, she frowned from the other side of the door. Making sure to get everyone to leave for the Kegger, to try and remember asking you about this later on, and to reassure John B that you were actually okay.
Youâve been successfully avoiding JJ for about two weeks now. It started with enough discretion, allegedly going to the bathroom every time he entered a room, or offering everyone any snacks you would spend too much time preparing in the kitchen. For him, it started getting obvious when you looked the other way when he looked at you at the beach, or when you refused to surf and, as of recently, started slamming the doors on him. JJ was getting pissed at this rate. He started by simply frowning and brushing it off, but you couldnât just keep slamming doors and not even looking at him, and if everyone else noticed, they just wouldnât budge! The worst part is that he didnât know what had happened nor if he could fix it. You understood him when he told you he needed time to figure out some stuff with Luke, but the truth was he was still very much freaked out about that. He still loved you, and he couldnât afford to see you like this anymore, especially when such behavior was being directed at him. JJ missed you. Even if he couldnât really figure his shit out, he missed you screaming at the top of your lungs as you entered the sea, he missed your smile, your laidback grin that he was the only receiver of, he missed your colorful bikinis, and how they embraced your features as you would jump onto every wooden swing near the shore, your curly hair flying everywhere filled with salt spray. He just missed you, the real you. And he had to talk to you to see if there was even a chance that he could get you back.
You, on the other hand, kept avoiding the questioning looks the pogues would send you every time you were harsh or avoidant at JJ, your brother even attempted to talk to you, silently, just with glances, and figure out if his best friend had hurt you. But even if he did, it only hurt because you loved him too much, and you decided it was best to protect him from John Bâs wrath. You felt embarrassed whenever Kiara questioned you with her eyes as well; you felt embarrassed to be near her. You kept crucifying yourself and both her and JJ because of everything, often zoning out of the conversation and just bitterly reminiscing about the times you consoled your boyfriend as he cried late at night in your room, being gentle with his bruises. â thinking how could you be so stupid? giving up everything, betting on him against your brotherâs better judgment. You kept paying attention to Kie and how, since that day, she looked like the sweetest thing of the Cut, the fucking hell-side of the island. Her perfume lingered in the air even at the beach and made you feel sick; you saw her everywhere now, even when you looked at him. You saw the scene of them kissing. Feeling every word she would utter toward you in conversation like bullets on your skin. As it was torture how she was the greatest thing to ever exist â how everyone loved her, how she was so much better than you; poisoning everything that you do and still being the sweetest friend, making you despise how rotten your mind was; how jealous your eyes were.
You were bottled up to the brim.
It started out simple enough. JJ had noticed everyone was doing their own thing at the Chateau; John B was absent for the time being, and you were alone on the couch, fidgeting, focused on whatever. It seemed like the perfect window to try and have an actual conversation about whatâs been happening. He just didnât expect it all to escalate so quickly. He didnât expect you to have seen a part of his conversation with Kiara about his dad â but not everything, not the ending. â He hadnât expected a conversation with you of all people to become a bomb with a short fuse that would explode into feelings tainted crimson. watching you bleed, making him bleed all over for you.
"Pogues don't mack on pogues, y/n! this shit freaked me out, your brother finding out freaked me out, yeah, even if heâs my best friend and I was afraid that-â
âOh, so you go âround and fucking get with Kiara?! this is fucking bullshit, JJ! bullshit-
âY/n, listen to me!â
You both were screaming, Kieâs eyes went wide as she tried calling your name as well but you had already started crying and couldnât pay attention to anyone but him. At this point, as John B arrived at the Chateau and followed the noise, the people around you calming you down couldnât be sure if they were afraid of his arrival or actually relieved. You kept interrupting each other. JJ pulled his hair and you pointed at yourself and to your side â as if Kiara was still there â strength marking red fingertips above your chest.
ââCause sheâs not even a real pogue, right?! thatâs why you got so confident about it, huh?â
it was almost as if the room went silent. Kiara decided to step outside to give you space; to take a moment to breathe in and take notice that you didnât mean that. She was sure you didnât. The rest of the group started to move aside as well although they could obviously still hear the commotion. Only you, John B, and JJ were in the living room. Your brother grabbed your shoulders from behind trying to ground you in any way he could, JJ growing nervous at the rate of the conversation and his friendâs presence.
You looked into his eyes and it was as if the blue in them was slowly fading, his eyebrows shot up and his mouth twisted in a clearly upset frown. As tears stained your cheeks, pride still overpowering your shame and feelings pent up, you started with more meaningless empty jabs, which, said angrily enough, would only make JJ bleed more as he fell silent himself.
âI really loved you, you know? You gotta laugh at the stupidity.. right? Come on you were going around doing that shit and I swear JJ I used to think was really smart⌠I was just a mesmerizing, paralyzing, fucked-up little thrill for you, tho⌠best friendâs little twin⌠ridiculous.â
At that, John B diverted his attention toward his friend with stern questioning eyes. JJ gulped.
âLook, man I just really need to talk to her and explain myself, âaight? I didnât do what- Things are really not what they seem right now and I need her to-â
âFuck, JJ, thatâs bullshit! How can you not even flinch when you fucking lie like that! Things are just like what they seem you never even fucking loved me! You canât love anyone, âcause that would mean you had a heart, right? But youâre a fucking Maybank! And I really tried to help you out all this time but now I know that I canât!â
You were calming down, but exploded again, as the words left your mouth though, you started regretting them, the most deeply someone could ever regret anything maybe, worsening by the second as you saw the man you still loved muttering a small ânoâ, cracking at your words and shedding a tear. As Kiara heard what you said from the outside, she didnât even think before bursting into the house again, turning every head in her direction.
âY/n youâre spiraling and youâre saying things youâll fucking regret! I kissed him, alright?! This is my fault. He stopped me, he loves you and he wouldnât do that, okay?â
Though the words she was muttering were calming you down, she was calling you out, she was absolutely mad at what you said about JJâs father because she had context and it was really fucked up. You felt small.
âKiss?!â John B asked, his eyebrows shooting up. It wasnât his intention to aggravate the situation but it was his little sister involved. JJ tried to start talking and explain the situation â which Kiara had left him to, but he could really only think about one thing.
âI- uh⌠did you mean it? What you said.â
JJ rarely expressed any sign of vulnerability, so as his voice broke, you felt like your heart did too, rushing to explain yourself now, and trying to get closer to him.
âI didnât mean it, J, I really didnât! God, I donât even know how you can still even look at me right now Iâm so sorry I was just so fucking broken at the idea of you che- of losing you, and I- I thought you had found someone else and I damn near started world war III right now and itâs just because I love you so much and I know you donât deserve another fucked up demonstration of love, you deserve to feel so good, Jay, and Iâm really sorry, I love you so so much, and I will understand if you never-â
You were interrupted by the shock of his own body against yours. The both of you were panting, crying, completely tired sighs leaving each mouth as if this was all going on for days and you were so hurt, yet needing each other so much. John B and Kiara were âokayâ enough with the newfound situation to leave you both to your own devices again, and you just clung to one another, sitting on the floor for what felt like hours until he decided to speak again.
âY/n⌠I asked for us to take some time because it was becoming too real, yâknow? What we felt for each other.. it was, touchable- it is. And when everyone else found out, and then John B⌠You know I donât talk about this usually, not with anyone but you, but I didnât want my dad to find out about us, to find out about you. I donât want him knowing what you are for me I donât want him knowing that laying a single finger on you can be worse than any punch he could throw my way. And I wanted to figure this out without you knowing about it because youâd say itâs fine, and I-â
As your mind processes his words, you start to think how in the world you got a man whose the first concern about a monster of a father would be you. How could you deserve it, especially after what you had insinuated about him. âIt is! Itâs fine, honey, we can-â
âNo, y/n itâs not fine because I donât ever want you to even worry your pretty little head about a situation like that, yâknow? And Itâs not fine because the pogues are my family and the love I feel for you, if anything would happen to you because of him Iâll be damned, damned, and in jail for murder, you can trust me I will.â
He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. All you could do was keep the hold you had on each other, slightly caressing his head.
âSince I didnât want you to know about it, I went to Kie, that night of the Kegger, and she tried to help me and she said she loved me and I did too but then she kissed me and I assume itâs what you saw but I did step back, I promise! I told her off⌠Y/n I told your brother that if I intentionally hurt you, if I fucked up with you like this then that might as well be the last thing I did in my life and I mean it. I love you so much, little Routledge, and Iâm all in now. We can figure shit out as we go but as long as we have each other, okay?â
As JJ spoke, he held your hands, reassuring you at the end. Hours had passed ever since you started talking, so when the pogues felt everything was calmer they decided to go back in the house slowly â figure out how you were, what were the plans for the night.
âDo you really forgive me for what I said? I will understand, J, Iâm so, so sorry, I love you so muchâ You touched your forehead with his, and JJ sighed, shaking his head slightly. âI love you. I love you, y/n⌠canât be without you.â
And as you both kissed each other as if you were making up for ages lost, Sarah smiled at the corner of the room, John B interrupting the show. âCome on with the PDA, love birds⌠What are we doing tonight, then?â He half-heartedly scolded as you got up, hand glued to the blonde's. You let out a big sigh again, before brushing them off with an honest, but half-assed excuse, already making the way to your room.
âI mean, you could go to Heywardâs⌠I think weâll just lie down a bit.. âtwas kinda drainingâŚâ you saw a bunch of side smiles as the group left through the door, Sarah grinned, letting out a puff of air through her nose, and when Pope went to close the door, he screamed back in the direction of your room, âDonât do anything I wouldnât do!â which earned a scream back from an already lying down JJ, âmight as well not do anything!â and for the first time in a while, you laughed, making your way to lie on top of him, his embrace being all you needed.
âYou know⌠we could go out to surf tomorrow,â he offered, still missing the sight of a happy you, your bikini, and the ocean.
âFirst thing in the morning.â You answered.
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you are my love (j.m.)
tv show/movie: outer banks | pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader
requested by a lovely anon as part of my 800 follower celebration
a/n: i made kiara, john b, and sarah really mean in this, but its mostly kiara and sarah (john b is a little jealous tho so he joins in). in no way is this anti-these characters, they are just more likely to act this way until told off!
synopsis:Â jj's friends don't like y/n. y/n knows that but desperately tries everything. jj doesn't quite notice, pushing his friends further from y/n. This leads to an explosion that might result in the end of jj and reader.
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One bonus to dating outside of your friend group: in case of a breakup, you donât need to find new friends. One downside: what happens when your boyfriendâs friends donât like you? That is what Y/N is worried about. Things with JJ had gotten serious, the L-word having slipped out at the sixth-month mark. Now, nearly a year into their relationship, it appeared that his friend group was reluctant to let her in and it was making her nervous.
  It was a small, tight-knit group and JJ was basically the only thing connecting her to them aside from them all living on The Cut. Well, that isnât necessarily true, Pope did tutor her in Chemistry in freshman year and still remains friendly. In fact, Pope was really the only one who was welcoming to her. And that stung. Especially since JJ told her that John B all but forced Sarah Cameron into the group. But now that JJ was introducing her into the mix, they all seemed unwilling. JJ took some notice, but he just thought they needed to warm up to her. They were like cats - it takes a while to get them to start accepting you.Â
  But JJ didnât see the eye rolls and the shared glances between Kiara, John B, and sometimes Sarah Cameron whenever she does anything, says anything, or JJ talks about her (which, he does that a lot, making her blush and want to curl into herself). She loved when he was talking about her because he looked like he was talking about his most favourite thing on the planet - no. His favourite thing in existence. She hated hearing about herself so much, but the look on his face was enough for her to suffer through it - especially when she could always clearly see the horrible faces of his friends.Â
    Even now, she wasnât even with them. Standing at a distance as she waited at the coffee cart for their orders with Pope, she watched them peering into a store window. The store alone looked fancier than any of their houses (aside from Sarah Cameronâs) and Y/N was sure one item from it cost more than their houses combined - including Sarah Cameronâs probably. âLook at this,â JJ pointed to something in the store window. âThis painting reminds me of Y/N.â
  âJJ, itâs a replica of The Girl with a Pearl Earring, I donât think it can remind you of, Y/N.â Sarah Cameron snarked, sharing looks with Kiara and John B behind JJâs back. Their noses curled up in a sneer and their eyes rolled so hard that Y/N feared that they would roll right back in their heads.Â
  JJ looked back at them and they dropped their faces. âI know what it is, sheâs the one who showed me the painting. Itâs her favourite. She talked my ear off for hours on one of our first dates about it.â He blinked, pulling a face as he broke through the three of them, making his way back over to the coffee cart.Â
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  The air was heavy with awkwardness that JJ seemed to not notice as Y/N sat beside him, tucked under his arm and reclining back against his chest. He leaned back against John Bâs ratty old couch, smoke rolling from his lips as he exhaled. âDid Y/N tell you guys that her essay on the significance of Gatsby in the modern world was entered into a nation-wide contest to be put in some sort of magazine or something?â JJ spoke up suddenly when there was a lull in the conversation.Â
  Y/N felt the uncomfortable heat rising in her cheeks, making her cover them with her hands - dropping her hold on JJâs because of it. He always was finding a way to talk about her. âThatâs so cool, what magazine?â Pope asked, his hand pausing in his popcorn bowl.Â
  âItâs some sort of fancy one,â JJ tried to think of the name, taking another drag of his joint. Breathing out the smoke all the way, he waited until there was no more before looking down at Y/N. âWhat is it called? Itâs big, talks about politics a lot-â
  âThe New Yorker,â She answered, mumbling as if it wasnât something to be proud of that her essay met the qualifying conditions to be entered, let alone the fact that she is one of the finalists. âMy teacher kinda twisted my arm into it and I didnât have anything to lose so I let her submit it for me. Itâs not a big deal.âÂ
  âAre you kidding me? Itâs a huge deal, Babe!â JJ exclaimed, looking down at her as he leaned forward, cradling her gently as she moved with him, stubbing the blunt out and laying it carelessly on the coffee table. John B and Kiaraâs eyes watched it, shocked that he put over half a blunt down.Â
  âIt really is. The New Yorker is huge and for a high school studentâs essay to be even just considered by them is big enough.â Pope nodded, popping two pieces of popcorn in his mouth.
  âI donât see what the big deal is,â Kiara spoke up with a shrug. Her body language and movements made it seem like it was just a simple comment. A nonchalant input to keep the conversation going. But her tone was sharp and jagged. Like a broken piece of glass aimed for the heart. Pope looked at her oddly, JJ seeming to not notice her tone. âI mean, it is a contest looking at other high school studentâs essays. Itâs not like sheâs up against university students or published authors here.âÂ
  Y/N blinked, eyes drifting down to her lap where her hands now lay, fingers twisting and tugging at each other as she tried to not let the words and tone hit her. âWhat are you talking about? Sheâs like the only student in the contest still that attends a public school. The rest are all preppy little shits that probably pay for people to write their essays.â JJ questioned her, voice high in question.Â
  Kiara rolled her eyes. âI know someone who is still in the running. They go to a fancy private school in Connecticut and she averaged a D in English class,â Sarah chimed in from where she sat on John Bâs lap, a red solo cup clutched in her hand. âI donât think the competition is too stiff.âÂ
  âYou know, theyâre probably right. Itâs just a stupid contest and I didnât even want to enter it anyway,â Y/N spoke up, swinging her legs over the edge of the couch and lifting herself from her little nook. JJâs arm tried to tighten and pull her back, but she stood too quickly, not meeting anyoneâs eyes as she tried not to cry. She was excited and proud about the fact that she was a finalist. But now, she wasnât so sure. Not after they shit all over it. âWe can just talk about something else, Iâm gonna go into the kitchen and get some water.âÂ
  Quickly, she bolted for the kitchen, weaving around the few people who wandered into the house from the party outside. She blinked furiously, trying to force back the tears. They already didnât like her, she didnât want them to think she was a cry baby too. John Bâs house wasnât big, and the noise from outside wasnât too loud which meant she could hear JJâs hushed words digging into three of his friends and Popeâs noises of support. âWhat the hell is wrong with you guys? Sheâs excited about this and you just shit all over her accomplishment when sheâs been nothing but nice to you guys!âÂ
  âItâs not our fault sheâs sensitive, we were just being honest. She doesnât have to get so upset.â Kie spoke her normal tone, her voice reaching Y/N easily as she hid behind the fridge door, trying to make it look like she couldnât find a bottle of water even though they were right in front of her.Â
  âYeah bro,â John B spoke up. âMaybe they shut the conversation down because weâre tired of hearing about Y/N-âÂ
  âWhat the hell,â JJ roared, standing up before looking over at the fridge, trying to see if Y/N heard it. âTired? You know what I was tired of? Trying to convince Kie to accept Sarah and hearing you complain about it. You know what was tiring? Hearing you,â He pointed to John B. âWhine like a bitch when Sarah and you had that three week fight.â
  âThose are not the same! You talk about Y/N all the fucking time,â Kie stood up, not caring that she was yelling now. âItâs always Y/N this and Y/N that! And let me fucking tell you, sheâs not that special!â Ouch, that hurt. Y/N winced, tears welling in her eyes.Â
  âSheâs a little bit of a bitch, honestly-â
  âWhat the fuck did you just say,â JJ interrupted Sarahâs comment, eyes flaring with anger. Just then, the fridge door slammed and Y/N took off towards the door. It was a flash of purple (the colour of the dress JJ saved up for and bought her for her birthday which was yesterday. Pope stood, rushing after her - sensing that JJ was about to tear a strip off of their friends. âPlease, tell me how she is a bitch when she gave you her last five dollars left in her paycheque so that you could have an ice cream with us when you forgot your wallet,â He directed that at Kiara. âAnd what about how she gave you her surfboard to use when you forgot yours? She sat there on the beach with nothing to do for three hours while you used her board,â He pointed to John B. âAnd you, she literally gave you the shorts she was wearing when you sat in gum so that you could go buy a new pair. You never gave them back by the way and she had to buy new ones that trip,â He pointed to Sarah who had shrunk back into the couch she was sitting on. âThat is the girl that I love and you guys have been nothing but horrible to her and if I lose her, this is all on you three and I will never speak to you again. Actually, I donât even know if I will speak to you again after tonight!âÂ
  With that, he stormed off, crossing the room and slamming the door all within ten seconds. It took him a second to spot Y/N and Pope, but soon his burning blue eyes spotted them at the end of the dock, Y/Nâs hunched frame shaking. Popeâs hand was on her shoulder, talking quietly to - reassuring her.Â
  Once JJ saw her, it was like his feet were moving on their own - carrying him to her. Within a minute, he was standing in front of her, Pope heading back into the house to gather her stuff so JJ could take her home. Hands on her shoulders, he tried to dip down to look at her, but she wouldnât meet his eyes. âY/N-â He repeated her name in whispers, trying to get her to look at him.Â
  âNo, JJ,â She sniffled and his heart broke hearing the hurt in her voice. âThey donât like me. I have tried to get them to like me. I have tried everything. I was talkative then I stayed silent. I was nice to them. I tried everything and now youâre gonna break up with me because they are your best friends and they have been with you through so much-â She cut herself off with a little sniffle. âAnd I canât bring myself to look at you because I know youâre gonna break up with me and my heart canât handle so much rejection then heartbreak.âÂ
  JJâs hands slid along her jaw, cupping her cheeks. Gently, he lifted her face so she was looking at him. Bloodshot and water filled eyes of someone so kind and innocent blinked up at him. A teardrop rolled from the corner of her eye. Quickly, it was swiped away by his thumb. âY/N, Iâm not going to break up with you because those assholes in there canât see how happy you make me.â
  âBut, JJ-â
  âI donât give a damn if they are my friends. I donât care if one of them was a saint. If they donât like you and are mean to you, the sweetest, kindest, and most likeable person I know, then they are the problem, okay,â He asked, his own eyes welling up with tears. âYou, You are the one I love. You are the person who makes me the happiest person ever. You are my best friend. You are my love.â He nearly chanted, his forehead resting against hers.Â
  âSo, what does this mean for your friend group?â She whispered, guilt eating at her. Even after they spoke so horribly of her, she was still worried about their friendship with JJ.Â
  âI have no idea, but I am sure that with you by my side, Iâm going to be okay.â He whispered like a prayer, arms wrapping around her, pulling her into a hug. He knew that was what she needed. She didnât need a kiss. She didnât need the words he just spoke (though they helped a lot). She just needed him to hold her. Hold her for however long she needed. So that she knew he was there. She always said a hug is the best way to feel someoneâs love for you. A hug given the right way is like a hug to the heart. And this hug proved her statement.
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slipping : where are they now?
jj maybank x fem!barry's sister!reader
content warning: mentions of sex; drug use
word count: 1.5k.
read slipping| Thank you so so much for 1000 followers!!! Since starting this blog in May of 2023, I have written so many characters and storylines. I get so many lovely anon messages telling me about their favourite universes and wondering what happens next after my fics have ended. So, I thought to celebrate 1000 followers, Iâd indulge. Hereâs the (current) where are they now for all of my fics so farâŚ
JJ never thought watching you thrash Pope at Scrabble would give him a hard-on but here we are. What a journey of self-discovery your introduction to the Pogues have been.Â
âAlright, obdormition,â Pope says as he spells out the letters on the board. âSixteen-points plus a double word score makes thirty-two.â
âObdor-mito-what-now?â JJ mumbles.Â
âObdormition,â Pope clarifies. Heâs smug as he continues, âitâs a medical term which describes the paralysis of a limb.âÂ
Pope then looks at you and quirks his brows, waiting for you to go. You hold his stare and JJ struggles to hide his smirk because he knows that look on your face.Â
âGood one, Pope,â you hum, delicately collecting your letters. âBut two quick things. First, obdormition means temporary numbness, not total paralysis, in the limbs.â
Pope begins to frown as he watches you place your letters leisurely on the board.Â
âAnd second, bigger words donât necessarily mean better words,â you muse. Glancing to JJ, a smile twinkles in your eyes. âI learnt that the hard way.â
Everyone looks down at your finished word to read qualifier.Â
âThanks for the âiâ,â you chirp. Pope adds up the score in his head and his mouth drops open when the calculation is complete. To save him the pain of having to say it, you announce, â21 points without the triple letter score. But since my Q is a triple letter scorer, that makes itââ
âForty-one.âÂ
He looks to JJ as if his friend might provide some sort of consolation. JJ just smirks, proud as a parent, and gets up to grab another beer. He presses a kiss to your head as he passes. Kiara and Sarah stand in the kitchen, sharing a bag of chips. He steals one as he goes to the fridge.Â
âYour girlâs thrashing Pope at scrabble, JayJ,â Kie says as she chews.Â
âYeah, I think he might start crying soon,â Sarah adds.Â
âBringing a man to tears: pretty impressive,â Kiara hums.Â
âNah. She does it to me almost every night.â
âJJ, gross,â Sarah snips. All JJ does is snigger and steal another chip.
His eyes drift back to you, giggling like a maniac as Pope stares dismally at the board. JJâs assuming youâve just thrashed him with another word. It feels nice seeing you take on a worthy opponent. JJ loved going head-to-head with you in board games, but where you excelled at Scrabble and Trivial Pursuit, he triumphed at Guess Who and Monopoly. As if feeling his stare, you turn your head and meet his gaze. The smile you flash him has his stomach clenching, even after all this time. JJ mimics smoking as a silent request and you nod, turning back to Pope to temporary pause the game. The boy seems more than happy for the break and takes to studying his letters and the board as if at some world championship. You snigger as JJ wanders over to you, grabbing your hand and guiding you onto the porch. The two of you flop down onto the couch, enveloped in humid summer evening air as the crickets and critters chirp.Â
âHavinâ fun?â JJ wonders as he fishes out his smoke kit.Â
You nod, retrieving your vape and taking a hit. âPopeâs definitely got more impressive words than you.â
âWhat!? Youâre kidding!?â JJ sardonically gapes. You bat him teasingly with your foot. âWell, everybody loves you.â
âReally?â you check. JJ glances up from the blunt heâs rolling to catch your queasy expression. His smile falters.Â
âCourse. Why wouldnât they?â
âI donât know. I justâŚâ you break yourself off with a sigh. âI wasnât sure if they would, considering what people say about me.â
JJ isnât sure what to say. You save him from trying, offering a solemn smile.Â
âIâm not stupid, JJ,â you quietly say. âI know what people think of me and my family.â
âOnly because they donât know you.â
âI guess. I was just worried that that was the whole reason you were keeping me from them.â
âNo, of course not,â JJ immediately counters. âI told you before. All of that crap was because of your brother and because of me. I knew this lot would take a liking to ya. Theyâd be stupid not to.â
âYou promise?â
JJ was still grappling with the repercussions of his actions. He knew he would, knew that maybe he might have to forever, but he couldnât blame you. Heâd kept you a secret from everyone for almost a year: it was bound to set some insecurities. He hated himself for it, for making you think that even still, there could be some ulterior motive for it. But the fact that you were still here and felt comfortable enough to talk to him about it was more than plenty for JJ. He could happily live the rest of his life proving to you that you were the real thing for him.Â
JJ dips a finger under your chin and tilts your head up to his, guiding your lips to meet his own. You contentedly sink into the kiss; JJ can feel your blooming smile. Breaking apart, your eyes open into his.Â
âPromise.â
Sighing, you nod and snuggle against his side. JJ hooks his arm around your shoulder, holding you secure against him, cosy in your comfort. The two of you sit smoking your respective poisons, basking in the antidote of one another.Â
âIs your brother home tonight?â JJ wonders after a pleasant stretch of silence.Â
âYup.â
âAh.â
âIâm guessing weâre crashing at your place then?â you half-jokingly check.Â
âYup.â
âYou know we have to rip that bandaid off eventually,â you hum. âHell, I wouldnât be surprised if somebodyâs already told him.â
âI know,â JJ sighs, rubbing tiredly at his eyes. âIâm just trying to delay a beating.â
You softly slap his chest, eliciting a laugh. âDonât even joke, JJ.â
âIâm not,â he sniggers. âYour brother fuckinâ hates me, babe. Iâm guessing that telling him Iâm screwing his sister isnât going to do me any favours winning him over.â
âWell, just avoid the word âscrewingâ and you might be okay,â you offer.Â
âSorry. Fucking is what I meant to say.â
âJJ!â
âRawdogging?â
âYou better fucking not be,â you mutter. JJ barks out another laugh before mellowing himself out with another hit of his joint. âMaybe just avoid telling him that weâre having sexual relations altogether.â
âSexual relations? I think thatâs the worst one out of all of them,â JJ tells you. Your hum in reply tells him that youâre not in complete disagreement. As if placing a bookmark in the conversation, JJ presses a kiss to your forehead. âI will tell him, just when this whole treasure-hunt madness dies down.â
You nod. The chase for the key and the cross and the Royal Merchant now included you, and you finally understood what had JJ so preoccupied. It certainly didnât hurt the group to have a brainiac like yourself working behind the scenes with them.Â
With another sigh and a final hit of your vape, you break apart from JJ and pat his knee lovingly. âRight. I better get back inside and finish thrashing Pope at Scrabble.â
âBring it home, baby,â is JJâs encouragement. You flash him a grin and head back into the house; JJâs eyes trained shamelessly on your backside as you go. Wearing those shorts should be illegal just for the places they send his thoughts. At the sound of the shutter door closing, JJ leans his head back, eyes slipping shut, and he continues smoking his blunt. He can hear your laughter drift through from inside the Chateau. Has his lips twitching upwards too.Â
He almost jumps out of his skin when someone kicks his foot. Eyes shooting open and joint nearly dropped, he comes face to face with John B. Heâs wearing a smug grin on his sweat glistening face.Â
âEnjoying yourself?â
âI was finding inner bliss,â JJ grumbles, raising his blunt as proof. âThanks for helping me lose it.â
âMy pleasure,â John B returns. He drops onto the sofa beside JJ. âYour girl inside?â
âMhm. Sheâs about to make Pope suicidal.â
âScrabble?â
âYep,â JJ grins. He offers the blunt and John B is glad to take. âYou guys like her right?â
John B flashes him a look as if to say âare you crazy?â. âCourse we do. Sheâs dope.â
âAlright,â JJ mumbles, smiling. He takes the joint back. âJust wanted to check.â
âIs this cause of what we used to say? Before we knew?â
âKinda. Sheâs worried that I kept her from your guys because of all that,â JJ admits, never one to keep things from his best friend.Â
John B hums, nodding in understanding. âWell, tell her that we were dumbasses to assume. And tell her I like the effect she has on my best friend.â
âOh?â JJ sniggers.Â
âMhm. Never seen you happier, man. Or so relaxed, for that matter.â
âWell, she isnât the only one to thank for that,â JJ grins, lifting the joint once more, trying to lighten the load of the conversation.Â
âYeah, well, sheâs certainly the main one to thank,â John B counters. He gets to his feet with a quiet groan and heads to the door. Glancing through the screen, a grin comes to light. âYou coming in? I think sheâs about to finish Pope off.â
JJ gladly stumps out his joint and stands with that. Of course he has to see his girlfriend beat the so-called genius of the group at his game. The boner itâll probably give him might kill him.
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JJ Maybank character analysis
The meaning of the gun
"I got this thing, you know, to protect us" (JJ Maybank, Season 1, Episode 3)
At the start of the Pilot we see JJ Maybank as a funny, imaginative, rebellious guy who, although doesn't really think through the consequences of his actions, seems quite harmless.
However, his personality becomes a bit darker and erratic after he steals a loaded gun. He gets literally obsessed with always carrying it around and, to the dismay of the Pogues, does not hesitate to show it off for intimidation.
The possession of the gun holds a deep symbolic meaning for JJ Maybank, which goes far beyond the simple necessity of self-defense. Psychologically it can be described as "compensation" and a "defense mechanism." These terms describe how individuals use symbolic objects or behaviors to cope with inner conflicts or to make up for a lack of control in their lives.
The gun as a symbol for power and control
For JJ, who grows up in an environment where he has little control over his own life and safety, the gun symbolizes the opportunity to regain control. The gun gives him the feeling that he can protect himself and his friends.
Also, JJ is the one who faces the most oppression from many sidesâwhether it's from his abusive father, societal stigmas, or conflicts with the Kooks. Owning a gun represents a form of power that he otherwise lacks. It serves as a means for him to defend himself against those who oppress him.
In a powerful scene in Season 1, JJ points the gun at his abusive father and later breaks down crying to his friends: "I can't take it anymore... I was gonna kill him!"
The gun as an expression of JJ's inner conflicts
JJ's decision to possess a gun is an expression of his inner anger and desperation. The weapon represents his deep-seated frustration and his drive to combat the feelings of helplessness that overwhelm him due to his familial and social circumstances. It also expresses JJ's self-destructive tendencies. His willingness to take extreme measures highlights the depth of his emotional pain and despair.
The gun as a proof of coming of age
For JJ, forced to grow up early due to parentification, the gun also symbolizes his claim to independence and maturity. It is a means through which he can prove himself as capable and adult, someone who can protect himself and others.
Because he is often not taking seriously, JJ believes that possessing a gun will earn him more respect. It is an attempt to strengthen his position in the social hierarchy and assert his autonomy.
"(...) Remind you that I am the only one who can properly defend us." (JJ Maybank, Season 1)
The key moment of JJ losing his weapon
In "Outer Banks" Season 2, Episode 4 JJ Maybank finally gives up his weapon. It happens when the Pogues are about to get cornered by the police. JJ brandishes his gun in order to assert control over the situation. Recognizing this, John B steps in by assertively taking the gun out of JJ's hand, letting it fall to the ground, gently reassuring him, that he is going to be ok.
This message was extremely important for JJ, lifting the heavy weight of responsibility finally off his shoulders. JJ, being usually prepared to constantly put his own life on the line for the well-being of his father or his friends in order to "earn" their love and respect, was now protected and guided himself by his best friend.
"It's gonna be alright." (John B., Season 2, Episode 4)
After a short moment of indecisiveness and shock, JJ gives in and completes the act by quickly kicking dirt over the gun, so it stays hidden before the police can find it.
This is one of the most powerful, though underrated scenes in Outer Banks, because it really marks a key moment of JJ's personal development. It signifies his willingness to confront his inner demons: giving up control- for once not relying on himself but really trusting someone else's judgement. He is also accepted and cared for without having to proof himself or fulfill someone else's needs beforehand.
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OBX 4 RANT(contains spoilers)
Thoughts on Season 4 Ending:
Honestly, me personally, I think I always knew that eventually one of the Pogues would end up dying, but I always thought it would be more towards the end(season 5ish) so that at least the main cast would get to finish out the show. But I canât say Iâm shocked that JJ was killed off this season.
JJ was my favorite character obviously, and I think he definitely deserved a happy ending as much, if not more, than the other Pogues, but also, I think by killing off the comic relief and such a beloved character, it leaves so much room for plot development and other character arcs that weren't there previously.
Kiara's season is long overdue as well as Cleos. But more than that, I think that as amazing as the Jiara plot was, it held back Kiaras character. If you compare Season 3-4 Kiara to season 1-2 Kiara, shes gotten a lot less tough than previously. and while recognizing that the Pogues have gone through a lot and that can change a character, it seems like she was the only one to go through this change, especially after her and JJ got together.(Season 1/2 Kiara would have ended Ruthie tbh.)
Kiara is also one of my favorite characters, and I cannot wait to see how she navigates season 5.
Thoughts on Riara:
While I think both Rafe and Kiara are good characters, the show has progressed too far to have the characters end up together. I love a good enemies to lovers, but theres too much history, especially with JJ gone now, to put them together.
For starters, Kiara loved JJ, and they all just lost him. Season 5 will probably pick up right where they left off(assuming there is no time jump.) and all the Pogues will be grieving and trying to avenge their best friend. So, it doesn't make sense for Kiara to run straight into Rafe Camerons arms, especially when everyone knew that JJ did not like him or trust him, so it would probably feel like a betrayal to JJ to get with Rafe.
More than that, the actress has expressed her dislike for the ship, so it would not be surprising if it never even gets mentioned.
However, I do think the Pogues, especially Kiara, are going to have an intense breakdown over JJ that only Rafe will be able to help with. I would love to see Kiara and the other Pogues be able to lean on Rafe and use him as guidance to get revenge for JJ and also figure out their emotions that Rafe has dealt with for 4 seasons now. I would also love to see Rafe lean on the Pogues for guidance as part of his character arc without replacing JJ.
Thoughts on the actors:
As someone who had watched the show from day one, I find it so crazy at how people have turned a FICTIONAL CHARACTERS DEATH, into something so much bigger. JJ Maybank was a comfort character to me as well, and I definitely cried and was upset by the ending, but I think ultimately that's a good thing.
The fact that Rudy was able to bring to life a character so well that people are making petitions to get him back should say something about how insanely talented this cast is, but instead, all I've seen is people tearing down Rudy and Madison.
What went down between the actors is not confirmed. Just because a gossip account "confirms" something, doesn't mean it's true. Do I think it's sad that such close friends can't interact in public anymore? Yes. But it's weird to theorize over it, especially because this is someone's life, these are real people.
All the hate towards the actors is just crazy to me because if you truly cared about these people and wanted them to âfind each otherâ again, you wouldnât be bringing up the things that are the rumored reasons why they donât talk in public anymore.
More than that, the hate to both of their girlfriends is just as insane. I see it happen to every attractive celebrity. The hate for Elaine, as someone who doesnât really follow the actors personal lives, seems so forced and unwarranted. People make up rumors and act like itâs the truth without any real proof that itâs real. Same thing with Madisons girlfriend. It all just seems so unreasonable to blame people that have nothing to do with the writing of the script for how the season ended.
Truly, I hope both Madison and Rudy have very successful and long careers after Outer Banks not only in spite of all the people who are claiming that they canât act(which is crazy because they literally made so many people cry and so many fans want their characters together because of how well they portrayed their characters) and that they will be nothing, but also because they are genuinely some of the most talented young actors today.
Quick Update: Going through these thoughts a few weeks later, the hate towards both actors has become more prevalent across all social media platforms, especially with some drama involving instagram followers and other shallow pieces of âevidenceâ connecting to the actors relationships with one another. Just a reminder to anyone who didnât know somehow: No matter how much you dislike someone, it is never okay to go after their appearance. It is so much deeper than making what you think is a, âfunnyâ comment about Elaines thin lips or how Madisons girl friend looks(both of which disgust me.). Not only are you seeking out someoneâs insecurities and trying to be funny, but you could easily be joking about thousands of other peoples insecurities. Because there are plenty of people out there that share the same features as these people. Being kind is not hard. And though that should be the standard, some people need the reminder.
Thoughts on JJâs return:
Itâs been said by some people who work on Outer banks and write/produce the show that they could see Rudy coming back in season 5. Whether that be through a revival or through flashbacks, itâs been said that Rudy is open to coming back if it is possible.
For me personally, even though I would LOVE LOVE LOVE to have him back and have him get his happy ending, I think it would ruin the entire plot of the last season to bring him back. I think it would be nice to see the actor come back through flashbacks or other things, and I also see that as the most plausible scenario in which JJ would appear in season 5. But unfortunately, because of all the press and statements made about the show, I do not think JJ will be coming back.
Final thoughts/theories:
Did they bury JJ in Morocco?: Yes and No. I think that initially, it could have been JJ the Pogues buried, however, I think that after seeing all the backlash on them having JJ be randomly buried so far away from everyone else and making his worst fear, being alone, come true, they might change who got buried.
Keep in mind, Pope shot someone and killed them. Itâs totally possible since we didnât explicitly see who got buried that the writers could make it to be that they buried the man Pope killed instead of JJ. Or, that maybe if it was JJ, the grave is temporary until they can bring him back to the Outer Banks.
Will Luke have a redemption after JJâs death?: Maybe. I think itâs possible to see the Pogues coming to Luke as part of their ârevengeâ for JJ, but once Luke finds out about JJâs death, he will tell the Pogues what he was trying to tell JJ before he ran off. I donât necessarily think he will have a âredemptionâ and at this point, the damage has already been done and heâs already permanently hurt JJ and theres no way to fix it. But, I could see him unintentionally telling the Pogues something that could help them.
What will happen to Pope?: I think two things are possible. I think they could send him away to the Military/jail, which will result in a breakout mission similar to what we saw in season 2 with John B and JJ in jail, or, we could see him hiding out until he gets his name pardoned by Shoupe. At this point, Iâm not sure what will happen with him because so much has happened to the Pogues in such a short amount of time that his storyline could really go in any direction.
What about the baby?: I think at the end of OBX, we will get to see each of the Pogues doing what they dreamed of while still being together. Kiara will be saving turtles, Pope will end up in some kind of schooling, John B and Sarah will have the baby. Etc.
I could see them naming the baby JJ, and I think that makes the most sense to do. But I could also see them naming the baby something similar to Vlad or Val. As for the theory that the whole show is just John B and Sarah telling their kid about JJ and the Pogues, as cute as that would be, it feels predictable and in a way, ruins the show for me. I feel like it would feel similar to the ending of how I met your mother(iykykâŚ) and I feel like it wouldnât be the most satisfying ending to the show.
I donât know if we will ever see the baby, or if we will just find out if the name will be JJ or not, who knows, but either way, it would be amazing to see each of the Pogues finally be able to settle down and get what they want.
I could also see the Pogues deciding to stick together and have that be what they all want after JJâs death and honoring him by saving the property, but again, like Popes storyline, the ending could go either way I feel.
Anyways, those are just my thoughts/opinions on the new season of OBX. Any hate towards the actors will not be tolerated <333
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Characters: Rafe Cameron, JJ Maybank, Ethan Landry, Charlie Walker
Them giving you a blowjob for the first time, itâs sloppy and uncomfortable at first but when they get the hang of it they really get into it. Theyâre trying their best to be good for you, taking you down their throat choking almost every time, moaning at the way you grip their hair creating a burning sensation to spread throughout their scalp like wildfire.
They love the way you talk them through it, praising them when they do well and lightly slapping their cheek when they use too much teeth, it was all a rollercoaster of sensations that caused them to yearn for more; tears would form in their eyes due to all the gagging, their face would redden at the mess they had made but you told them their was nothing to be embarrassed about.
âDonât worry baby you did so well, felt so goodâ
Theyâd always ask to give you a blowjob after a while had passed from the first time, missing the taste of you on their tongue, craving it and feeling euphoric when they finally got what they ached for.
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ngl Iâm kinda super happy about JJ dying because the thought of him being alive and perhaps getting a share of pope family heirloom and gold wound actually crush me more then JJ dying or anything bc wdym JJ I donât steal from my friends would be asking for a share in pope enslaved family gold like what? they already killed jj character in s3 by making him seem like a person who would ever date his besties ex 2weeks after she broke his heart knowing his bestie was in love with her so it was better they killed Jim off actually before they ruined JJ character forever thank god he dead now!
Kie Johnb ainât shit and has never cared about pope or his family heirloom gold so then stealing that would be on brand for jb whoâs like his father obsessed with gold and stealing stuff and kie who is like her mother always hates in and looks down in pogues but still wanna get with one well in kie case all of them play house an own a shop with pogues so them stealing pope family and claiming it as we should share the cut is very on brand and well Sarah is family so her stealing it would break my heart bad but sheâs also a Cameron so itâs in her blood she shares the same blood as ward and rafe the psycho racist yt man who stole pope gold and cross so her wanting a cut a share is also on brand even if that idea kills me more then JJ dying could ever do!
And Cleo is literally a Hayward so she has every right to it as thatâs her man family good and her man loves her more down so ofc heâll give it to her without questions!
It was really making me psychically Iâll at the thought of pope ever getting that gold back from rage after he or Cleo or literally anyone had killed him qnd JJ maybank would be one of the people asking for a mf share or cut of pope enslaved family heirloom gold it kept me up at night for 2years and now I sleep great at night knowing JJ maybank would never and canât because he is dead six feet under as he should be because I couldnât take them ruining JJ more then they already did in s3-4 by making him ever think heâll date pope ex just like that!
We sharing the gold what made them ever think they had a right to even say think words or to it or even say that truly the white entitlement was jumping out of all of them JohnB is his father son so duh and Sarah Kie are kooks taking everything from a pogue/cut to make themselves wealthier kooks but JJ saying it yeah never especially knowing it belongs rightfully so to his pope
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âgot so much to lose, got so much to prove, god donât let me lose my mindâ
iâm emo about jj maybank today so iâm gonna ramble for a bit about how i think these lyrics from trouble by cage the elephant are the most jj lyrics iâve ever heard, ESPECIALLY in light of season 4 part 1.
for the first time in his life, jj really has so fucking much to lose. he and his friends (family) have built themselves a new safe haven on the very land where jj was raised to believe he deserved nothing of the sort. heâs dating his dream girl, and she loves him. he has stability and success for the first time ever.
got so much to lose.
but how does the boy who was told he was a worthless piece of shit process all of this positive upward change in his life? how can he possibly reconcile the unconditional love that the pogues constantly show him with the self hatred thatâs been beaten into him? by overcompensating.
HE is the one who takes the reins at the auction to buy back the maybank property. HE is the one to gamble the last of their gold to try to get them back on their feet. HE is the one close to tears desperately trying to defend himself like weâve seen him do several times throughout the series when a plan of his goes awry. âsee me, see how hard iâm trying to deserve your love, see how much i think i donât deserve it.â
got so much to prove.
jj really does have this seemingly bottomless well of desperation within him to prove to the pogues that he deserves to be kept around, which manifests in his plots and schemes and gambles that range from over the top to straight up manic at times. but at the same time, he also has this equally seemingly bottomless well of self hatred that manifests in his self sabotage. his desire to be loved and his insistence that he doesnât deserve it are constantly battling for dominance within him, and the chaos of that never-ending push and pull is (in my opinion at least) the very essence of jj as a character.
and of course, the tragedy of it all is that he already has the love he craves so desperately. heâs clawing up at something thatâs in the palm of his hands. he hopes the pogues understand what he canât express with words, and they do, but he also knows that one day, that wonât be enough, and theyâll realize what heâs known from the very beginning.
god donât let me lose my mind.
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Like a Hurricane // JJ Maybank x OC - Part 2
Summary: The Pogues stumble upon something out in the marsh. Of course, in their honor of duty, they try to report it - but it seems once again, they don't wanna be heard.
Masterlist - Part 1
Warnings: language, use of alcohol / drugs
Pairing: JJ Maybank x OC
A/N: Here you go with the next part :) If someone wanna be tagged, let me know :)
The moment Sky's eyes flickered open the next morning, she sensed the day was going to be a colossal mess. Her gaze shifted to the ceiling, spotting leaks, and outside, a tree lay uprooted, its roots exposed like open veins. A quick check of her phone confirmed her suspicions: no service, no power. Just great.
Pulling on short sweatpants and a cropped shirt, she stepped out of her room, immediately spotting JJ sprawled on the couch, his words from the night before echoing in her mind, "Maybe I'm tired of pretending that I haven't thought about it. About you."
Taking a deep breath, she was interrupted by John B emerging from his room, fiddling with the light switch. "Already tried... There's no power," she informed him, earning a raised eyebrow in response.
"Shit," he muttered, striding past a drowsy JJ. "Yo, JJ, you been outside?"
JJ mumbled face-down into the cushion. "I have polio, bro. I can't walk."
Sky couldnât help but chuckle. "Considering you act like you're five most of the time, that's fair enough," she quipped, following John B outside.
The scene that greeted them was dismal. Trees were uprooted everywhere.
John B's voice broke through her thoughts. "Oh man... That's not good." He headed towards the HMS Pogue, clearing branches, while Sky took in the devastation.
"Agatha sure did a number, huh?" JJ's voice suddenly called out. Sky turned, aware of his gaze lingering on her.
She looked away, a hint of irritation in her voice. "Yeah, she really outdid herself..."
Leaning against the doorframe, mug in hand, JJ watched her. "What you thinkin'?" he asked, clearly aiming the question at John B.
"I'm thinkin' that storm surge pushed all the crabs out on the marsh maze. All those drum are gonna chase the crab." Sky mused, joining John B in tidying the HMS Pogue.
"That's true", Sky agreed.
"What about the DCS? Wasn't that today?" JJ then asked, leaning against a tree, his gaze again on Sky.
"I don't think they'll gettin' on a ferry today..." Sky sighed.
Then John B, leaning on the boat, had a spark in his eyes. "Think about it. It's like God's telling us to fish."
"Yeah," JJ agreed as John B headed back inside. As Sky moved to follow, JJ called out, "Hey, uh, Barb?"
Sky paused, turning back. "Yeah?"
"About last night..." JJ began, scratching his head awkwardly.
Sky cut him off quickly. "Donât worry about it, JJ. Weâre good."
With those words, she walked back inside, leaving JJ standing there, his gaze following her. He wondered if she really believed he'd only spoken those words because he was drunk. Because, hell no. He'd said them because the alcohol had given him the balls to speak his truth finally.
As Sky re-emerged outside, JJ couldn't help but notice her. She always had this effortless charm about her. Tying her hair into a high ponytail, she caught JJ's lingering gaze. "What?" she asked, scrunchie held between her teeth.
"Nothing," JJ replied hastily, just as John B stepped out to join them.
Together, they pushed the boat into the water, jumping aboard. As they navigated through the marsh and deeper into the cut, the ravages of Agatha were unmistakable. Trash littered the water, trees lay uprooted, and boats were displaced haphazardly.
JJ and John B engaged in a conversation about the boats, hoping none of the uninsured ones had sunk, like Guffy's. Meanwhile, Sky lay sprawled on the front deck, basking in the sun's warmth.
"Really hope Guffy's boat made it. No insurance, man," JJ mused, scanning the damaged vessels.
John B nodded in agreement. As they approached a bar, both boys waved enthusiastically. "Hi, Miss Amy!" John B called out, prompting Sky to open her eyes. "You guys all right?"
Amy shouted back with a resilient smile. "Still here," she replied, continuing her clean up.
Sky raised an eyebrow, well aware of the boys' interest in Amy. JJ's next comment seemed to confirm her suspicions. "She totally looked at me."
"I saw it," John B added.
Sky couldn't help but roll her eyes at their banter.
As they continued their journey, Sky, removing her sunglasses, leaned forward to see the extent of the destruction better. "Jeez..." she mumbled under her breath.
"Dude, look at this place," John B exclaimed, his voice a mix of awe and concern.
"Agatha, what have you done?" JJ declared, his tone dripping with theatrical exaggeration.
John B chuckled. "She's one hell of a crazy lady."
"Hardcore, dude."
Sky glanced around, a sense of responsibility settling over her. "We'll be cleaning up all summer, you realize that?" she remarked, turning to face John B and JJ.
"That's my worst nightmare," John B agreed, and Sky nodded in solidarity.
As they approached the Heywards, Sky spotted Pope busy cleaning. "Well, look who we have here," John B said in a teasing tone, mimicking a radio call. "We have a safety meeting. Attendance mandatory."
Sky chuckled at her brother's antics. But she noticed Mr. Heyward's stern expression behind Pope.
"I can't join. My dad's got me on lockdown," Pope explained, gesturing towards his father.
Sky greeted him warmly. "Hey, Mr. Heyward."
"Hello, dear," he responded.
"Come on, man," JJ interjected, pretending to talk into a radio. "Your dad's a pussy. Over."
Mr. Heywardâs annoyance was palpable. "Oh, I heard that you little bastard," he shot back, causing Sky to chuckle again.
"We need your son's help," Sky attempted to reason with Mr. Heyward.
"Yeah, and island rules," JJ added. "Day after a hurricane's a free day."
"And who made that rule?" Mr. Heyward inquired skeptically.
JJ thought for a moment. "Uh... Pentagon, I think. We have security clearance. Want to see my card?"
"Y'all think I'm stupid?" Mr. Heyward asked, hands on his hips, unamused.
Pope turned to his dad. "I'll do it tomorrow, I promise. Tomorrow."
"No, no. Hell no. You're doing it right now," his father insisted.
"Get in the boat," John B whisper-shouted to Pope.
"Make a run for it," JJ urged.
In a swift move, Pope leaped onto the boat, continuing to argue with his dad, who declared his distaste for Pope's friends. Sky waved at Mr. Heyward, offering him an apologetic smile as they pulled away.
Upon their arrival at Kiara's place, Sky stood up, grabbing her bag.
"Where do you think you're going?" JJ inquired, his curiosity piqued.
Sky glanced at him, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Work, obviously. Someone's got to earn the cash for all these repairs."
JJ watched her, his expression a mix of concern and confusion.
As they neared Kiara's bar, she was already there, her smile as welcoming as the morning sun.
"Oh, top o' the morning to ya," John B greeted her cheerfully.
"Good morning, boys. Sky," Kiara returned the greeting. "Oh, Sky, my parents said they donât need you today," she added, a hint of apology in her tone.
Surprised but unbothered, Sky shrugged and took a seat. "Morning... Okay, well, be my guest."
John B's attention was drawn to the portable freezer Kiara had brought. "What you got there? Juice boxes?"
Kiara responded with a playful smile. "Just some yogurts and carrot sticks."
"How about my kind of juice box?" JJ chimed in, half-joking.
With a knowing grin, Kiara produced a few beers and handed them out to her friends.
They raised their cans in a toast, the air filled with the promise of a good time. Sky looked up, a sense of contentment washing over her. Despite the challenges, they were together, and that was all that mattered.
As the boat glided through the marsh, JJ leaned back, his arm casually draped over the side. He caught Sky's eye and flashed his trademark grin.
"Hey, Barb, ever think about trading in your surfboard for a fishing rod? I could teach you a thing or two," he teased his tone light but with an undercurrent of something more.
Sky laughed, rolling her eyes. "And give up the thrill of the waves for sitting around waiting for a fish to bite? Not likely, Bando."
"But you see, fishing's all about patience, something I think you could learn from me," JJ replied, his gaze holding hers for a moment longer than necessary.
"Patience, huh?" Sky smirked. "I never took you for the patient type, especially when it comes to... certain activities."
The air between them crackled with unspoken words, a playful yet meaningful exchange. JJ's smile widened, a twinkle in his eye.
"Guess there's a lot you don't know about me, Barb. I'm full of surprises."
Kiara, observing from her seat, couldn't miss the subtext. JJ's usual flirtatious demeanor seemed to carry an added layer of sincerity when directed at Sky. And Sky, though seemingly dismissive, responded with a certain warmth, a shared understanding that spoke of a deeper connection.
The banter continued, each exchange a dance of words and glances, a testament to their long-standing camaraderie, yet hinting at possibilities unexplored.
Pope and John B had changed, with Pope now at the helm. The atmosphere was relaxed until JJ stood up at the front, signaling the start of his usual antics.
"Hey, Pope. Can you go a little faster?" JJ called out with a grin.
"Here we go. I'm movin'." Pope, slightly annoyed but playing along, accelerated. The wind whipped through Sky's hair, a sense of exhilaration in the air.
"Doesn't work," John B commented dryly, watching JJ lift his beer.
"I've got this. It's gonna work!" Undeterred, JJ declared confidently, as he attempted to pour the beer from a distance, aiming for his mouth.
The beer splattered everywhere, dousing Sky. "JJ, stop! I'm gonna smell like a brewery," she complained, wiping her face.
"You're getting beer in my hair!", Kiara protested, trying to shield herself.
"All right, alright! You're done!" John B intervened, stepping forward.
"Stop it, JJ!" Sky added. But suddenly, the boat jerked to a halt, causing chaos onboard. JJ was catapulted into the water with an involuntary somersault while the others were thrown off balance. Sky hit the deck hard.
"Jesus, Pope!" Sky hissed, sitting up and rubbing her sore spot. She peered over the railing. "JJ, you alright?"
In the water, JJ groaned. "I think my heels touched the back of my head."
John B helped Kiara, who had been flung against the side. "Kie, you good?"
"I'm all right."
"Pope, what did you do?" John B then wants to know.
"Sandbar. The channel changed", Pope explained, clearly apologetic.
"No shit," Sky muttered, annoyed.
"Ugh, this is probably gonna mess this whole place up," John B observed, scanning the surroundings.
JJ, swimming back to the boat, announced triumphantly, "Hey, I saved the beer, though."
"Congrats, JJ," John B responded, his tone lacking enthusiasm.
Then Pope's voice cut through the chatter. "Guys... I think there's a boat down there."Â
"Shut up," John B said, his annoyance evident.
"What?" JJ perked up, intrigued.
"No, no, guys. I'm serious. There's a boat down there", Pope said.
Sky joined Pope to get a better look. "Shit, he's right, guys. I can see it", Sky said.
"Okay, let's go," Kiara suggested, beginning to strip off her clothes.
Sky followed suit, peeling off her top and shorts under JJ's gaze, which Kiara caught and raised an eyebrow at. JJ quickly averted his eyes. Then, one by one, they dove into the water, swimming down towards the mysterious submerged boat.
As they gathered around the spot where the boat lay submerged, JJ's excitement was palpable. "You guys saw that?"
Sky nodded in agreement. "Yeah, hard to miss."
Kiara chimed in, equally intrigued. "Yeah, I did."
"What the..." John B trailed off, his gaze fixed on the water.
"That's a Grady-White," JJ remarked, almost reverently. "A new one of those is like 500 Gs, easy."
They swam back to the boat, each lost in thought. Sky was the first to climb aboard, her mind racing with possibilities.
"Okay! That's a primo rig," JJ declared, climbing up after Sky.
"Yeah," John B agreed, a glint of adventure in his eyes. "That's the boat I saw when I surfed the surge. Maybe it hit the jetty or something."
"You surfed the surge?" Kiara asked, disbelief coloring her tone.
JJ glanced at Sky, seeking her reaction, then beamed proudly. "That's my boy. Pogue style." They high-fived, a moment of shared bravado.
"What the heck?" Kiara's astonishment mirrored Sky's own.
Pope, the rational one, asked, "Do we know whose boat that is?"
"No, but we're about to find out," John B said confidently, catching Sky's eye.
"Dude, it's too deep," JJ protested, as John B prepared the anchor.
"Oh, for the weak and feeble, JJ," John B teased, earning a chuckle from Sky, as he took out the anchor.
"I'm not resuscitating you," JJ shot back. "Just so we're clear."
"That's fine," John B replied, diving in.
"Diver down, fool," Pope echoed John B's words.
"Yeah, he is," JJ said, giving John B a shove into the water, which earned him a slight clap on the back of his head by Sky.
Sky and the others watched anxiously, waiting for John B to resurface. Finally, he broke the surface, coughing.
"Oh, my God. That took forever!" Kiara exclaimed, relief evident in her voice.
"Ah, jeez," JJ muttered, looking at Sky, who shook her head in amusement.
"Any dead bodies?" Pope's question was met with silence.
"Looting potential?" JJ half-joked, trying to lighten the mood.
"No. No. I found this motel key," John B revealed, holding up the key.
"A key," Pope repeated, puzzled.
"Yes, a key, Pope," John B confirmed, dripping water.
"Great! We salvaged a motel key," JJ said, his sarcasm drawing a smirk from Sky.
"Guys, we should report the wreck to the coast guard. Maybe we'll get a finder's fee," Kiara suggested.
They drove off, the boat slicing through the water. Sky sat quietly, pondering the implications of their discovery.
"Yeah, and not work all summer," JJ mused. "Thanks, Agatha, ya batch."
Sky couldn't help but laugh at JJ's comment, the tension of the moment dissolving into the warm camaraderie that defined the Pogues.
On their way back to the Cut, the Pogues' boat cut through the water, the mood a mix of excitement and anticipation. JJ, seizing the moment, leaned closer to Sky.
"Hey, Barb, after all this hurricane madness, you think you'd wanna catch a wave with me? Just us?" he asked, his tone half-joking, half-hopeful.
Sky rolled her eyes playfully. "Sure, Bandolero, because what I really need after a hurricane is more chaos," she teased, a hint of a smile on her lips.
JJ grinned, not deterred by her playful jab. "Chaos is my middle name, babe."
As they reached the shore, the scene was chaotic, with police and emergency tents set up everywhere. The Pogues disembarked, heading straight for an emergency tent where people were reporting lost items and damages.
"Excuse me, we found something out in the marsh," John B began, trying to get the attention of an officer.
The officer, overwhelmed and busy, barely glanced at them. "If it's not a life-or-death situation, please wait your turn."
"But we found a boat, a Grady-White. It might be important," Kiara added, trying to convey the urgency.
The officer, clearly frazzled, responded dismissively. "Right now, we're dealing with emergencies. Please wait."
John B, frustrated, turned to the group. "Let's get out of here. They're not listening."
As they left the tent, Sky muttered under her breath, "Great, found a freaking boat, and no one gives a shit."
JJ, trying to lighten the mood, nudged her. "Hey, at least we had our own little adventure, right, Barb?"
Sky couldn't help but smirk at JJ's relentless optimism. "Sure, JJ. Our own little disaster within a disaster."
As they walked away, the group couldn't help but feel a mix of frustration and determination. They had stumbled upon something big, and they were going to get to the bottom of it, emergency tent or not.
Pope, shaking his head at their recent encounter, asked, "Well, that went well. So, what's the plan?"
John B, holding up the motel key with a sense of purpose, declared, "I know how we're gonna find the guy who owns that boat."
Pope looked skeptical. "No, no, we donât even know whose room that is. It could be anyone."
JJ, always the one to dive headfirst into adventure, grabbed the keys from John B and tossed them to Sky. "Iâm in," he said, a glint of excitement in his eyes.
Kiara, ever the strategist, chimed in, "Come on. I'll be lookout."
As they began to walk past Pope, Sky, catching the key with ease, added, "Finderâs fee. Just sayinâ." Her tone was light, but her eyes were serious.
John B, sensing Pope's hesitation, tried to reassure him. "And, hey, you'll only be an accomplice."
Pope let out a resigned sigh. "Man."
"Come on, Bubba," John B encouraged, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
The group moved with a shared sense of determination, their steps echoing their resolve. They were the Pogues, after all, and a little mystery was just another day in their book.
#Outer Banks#JJ x OC#JJ Maybank#John B Routledge#Outer Banks x OC#Outer Banks x Reader#OBX#OBX x reader#JJ Maybank x reader#Well I really really love the character JJ Maybank
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Y'all I'm tryna find a JJ Maybank fic I read ages ago on Wattpad ages ago and I loved it so so much. I think about it all the time and it's been 2 years since I read it. I wanna re read it but I can't seem to find it. I think it might've been called waves but that might be a different one I read. The character's name was Avery and the plot is that one year before the events of Outer Banks, a girl Avery was staying with her parents in obx on holiday for the summer. She met JJ and they started dating but they both knew it had to end at the end of the summer because she was going back to new Mexico. They were planning on phasing it out but they had to leave early so the relationship ended really abruptly. She was trying to tell JJ that she was going to be leaving the next morning but he was drunk and only found out when John b told him after he dropped Avery off at the dock. She comes back the next summer but this time she's moved permanently. Her mum died in a scuba accident, she had a dog named Dino or something and JJ was really mad at her because she left without telling him even though she tried to. Basically the obx plot as well and Kiara hates her as well. Oh, Kiara was having her kook year the year before so she'd never met Avery. Pope met her before everyone else when he was doing the grocery deliveries. Please help me find this fic it's my favourite
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JJ as your boyfriend
PAIRING: JJ maybank x fem!reader
A/N: I decided to write it because JJ is the best character guys. Also english isnt my first language.
JJ MAYBACK
okay he is definitely that boy
he saw you on the beach for the first time
you were sitting on the sand and writing something in your notebook and he came here with his friends
you didn't care at all about them but he looked at you all the time
after a week he met you in the shop
well he was like 'oh god its her again. It must mean something'
and he decided to talk to you
he asked you about a recipe for his friend's bday
so in this way you met him again
he was always around you by accident
you became friends and after one year finally a couple
you are the only person who JJ trusts that much
i mean yeah he trusts Pope, Kiana or John but not that much as you
he told you about his father and you are supporting him and he appreciates it
he is always trying to help you if you need it
he really puts you first
JJ didn't care about himself that much as he does it about you
he really becomes more careful because he dont want to die till you are with him
he loves you so much
you are the first person who changed his life that much
he's proud of you so much
'she is my girl'
he can fight for you and actually did it
if someone treats you bad or looks you at in wrong way he is ready to kill this person
'if you will be trying to do something to her, I'm gonna kill you'
'Dont you dare even touch her without her permission'
he protects you
very touchy boy
loves cuddles and kisses
if you go somewhere he holds your hand all the time
your parents treat him like a son
and he treats your family as his family and your house as his
when you are alone he hugs you so much
maybe you are just a teenager couple but he thinks serious about you
surfing with you is probably his favorite thing to do
he learnt you how to surf and he is proud of it
you help JJ a lot in school
also you are trying to teach him how to bake your favorites cookies and cupcakes
one day he bought you a matching necklace and you never take it off
okay so he loves kiss you
he told you he will wait until youll be ready
and he did it
your sex life is really interesting trust me
he is a big teaser but knows limits
and yeah he is the best bf ever
he loves you more then everything and he will always protects you
#JJ#obx netflix#obx pogues#obx fanfiction#outer banks#jj maybank#jj mayback x reader#jj mayback imagine#obx season 3#obx#outer banks jj#outer banks jj maybank#obx jj maybank#obx jj
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I just have many thoughts right and need to pour them out tbh
I can not say physically the amount of times I have come across incest related themes in the obx community but it is quite staggering. I know I know everyone has their own thing and what not and âoh your just a hater and donât people anylysing their fave charactersâ which frankly isnât true I love seeing people analyze characters and such but.. when analyzing that character turns into âoh he would totally fuck his sister or assault herâ or âhe definitely has some kind of weird incesty feelings towards herâ it really just puts me off.
Maybe the worst place to complain about this is on tumblr because itâs tumblr but god damn I can not breath in the obx fandom without seeing post after post about Sarah and rafe Cameronâs relationship. Yes their relationship as siblings itâs not normal at all seeing how rafe has tried to kill Sarah multiple times but that doesnât automatically mean their relationship is taboo or incesty.
while not too yuck anyoneâs yum or whatever and I love seeing peopleâs perspective on characters but I fear itâs getting out of hand, two common people I see who make this content or explore more commonly would be starfxr and shellxrs from what I have seen in my many encounters with them showing up on my feed at times they specifically engage and discuss this type of content with each other and with their fans.
and to be completely honest the things they discuss and write while some may I have no right to judge but then again when you put content out there on the INTERNET you will be critizced for it as I believe I will be for this post but itâs to be expected when you make content on the internet.
more commonly I have seen a quite deranged amount of content come from these two creators and no hate to them I had enjoyed some works of theirs that had shown up on ,y feed in the past. For instance from starfxr she had made a jj maybanks x daughter reader incest fic for kinktober and yes I get incest is a kink but itâs also illegal so I donât really see how that argument holds up well
but nonetheless from shellxrs I had seen a work of hers where she made a short writing piece where rafe rapes the reader and she labeled it as a character study and some people make the argument of âoh he kills people and he tried to kill his sister why wouldnât he rape someone?â And then the most common line is âheâs a coke addict what makes you think he wouldnât assault his sister?â
and to that I say a lot of people do those things but that doesnât mean they rape and assaults people nor do they do that to their sisters so the Argument doesnât make sense to me
but anyways these are my thoughts on the matter I have a lot more but I have an exam to study for so I bid you all goodnight
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I guess thatâs trueeee but what specifically didnât you like?
oh boy me and moony called for 2 hours and even that wasnât really enough to dissect.
heavy obx 4 spoilers under the cut:
i would say mainly that jj finding out luke isnât his dad was horrible. a foundational theme of obx is familial ties and whether the writers realise it or not they set it up from the beginning to be a vital part of jjs story and his character arc. he is luke maybanks biological son & if he isnât that wrings his character and throws off a lot of his prior developments as well as creating so many loopholes:
â it objectively makes luke look worse cause his behaviour cannot be explained through an abuser complex since jj is no longer biologically related to him, hence luke shouldnât be seeing anything in jj (such as his mother/lukes wife) that tweaks him out.
â itâs going to give jj a disconnect of self and internal conflict because in his mind pogue is not a mentality, it comes from your blood. regardless of how he grew up he will now perceive his blood as kook blood and iâm sure thatâll cause him immense struggle to come to terms with.
â at any point in time when they were struggling for money, or luke was sick of jj, he couldâve very easily thrown him out or gone to his kook dad for help ??? thatâs the biggest plot hole that pisses me off. jj got beat over that restitution money & youâre telling me luke couldnât simply go to his rich as fuck father and blackmail him for some spare cash ???
â itâs a small island too, yet by the logic of jj not knowing anything until now theyre saying everyone on the island kept their mouths shut and didnât have any theories or conspiracies at all ?? theyâre saying luke not once slipped up when drunk or high out of his mind ?? doesnât make sense.
thatâs not nearly all of the issues with that plot point but as i said itâs too complicated to explain in depth in one go.
the next obvious issue i had was with rafeâs reconciliation arc. heâs tried to kill every single one of those people before and has proven time and time again to be stubborn and set in his pogue vs kook mentality, there was no switch flipped or triggering even that shouldâve had him change his mind, and so it doesnât make send of him to do a full 180 as such â the only mere glimpse we get into the way his mind is working is when he heâs looking at that baby picture of him & sarah.
rafe is not in control, he loves to feign control and actively seek it out, but he never is. a core reason why rafe is mr fucking crash out and has been from the start is because he doesnât make morally satisfying decisions like these and nor are they unprompted or without some greater nefarious agenda (which is why at the very most iâm hoping that this is it).
ofc thereâs more, such as jiara, but i donât have time to get into that bullshit i think these are the 2 main things for me.
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