#Well I really really love the character JJ Maybank

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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 – 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 – 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 – 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 – 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 wouldn’t 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 – 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 if—"

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.

[raribella]

Love is Embarrassing | JJ Maybank

summary: although JJ had promised your brother he wouldn’t 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 “GUTS” by Olivia Rodrigo, kinda shitty ending but let me know.

word count: 2,7k

author’s note: alright I know I’ve been MIA and a bitch and I haven’t posted anything in months (worse if you see how much stuff is on my “upcoming works” section), but I’ve just had a lot of ideas, little time and little confidence to write. one of my best friends just showed me obx and I’m 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.

“If I fuck up with her that might as well be the last thing I do in my life, John B! I mean it!”

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 wouldn’t 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 “out” so he could figure his shit out without involving or hurting you and you disagreed but you’d 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 – the perfect one – 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 – because that you were, and you wouldn’t handle being out partying and pretending like seeing the kooks, and seeing them two wouldn’t 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 friend’s voice, you were actually starting to feel sick, you were having a migraine from holding tears up, and you were sweating.

“Y/n, come on! You were so excited to come not even an hour ago, we’re already late and I don’t see why wouldn’t you want to come”

Your vision was blurry as you palmed the door and laid your forehead on it. Sarah realized that you really weren’t coming when she heard your voice crack.

“Sarah 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 don’t ask me questions I can’t handle to answer you this moment I promise-“

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.

You’ve 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 couldn’t just keep slamming doors and not even looking at him, and if everyone else noticed, they just wouldn’t budge! The worst part is that he didn’t 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 couldn’t afford to see you like this anymore, especially when such behavior was being directed at him. JJ missed you. Even if he couldn’t 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 B’s 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. – thinking how could you be so stupid? giving up everything, betting on him against your brother’s 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 – 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 what’s been happening. He just didn’t expect it all to escalate so quickly. He didn’t expect you to have seen a part of his conversation with Kiara about his dad – but not everything, not the ending. – He hadn’t 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 he’s my best friend and I was afraid that-”

“Oh, so you go ‘round and fucking get with Kiara?! this is fucking bullshit, JJ! bullshit-

“Y/n, listen to me!”

You both were screaming, Kie’s eyes went wide as she tried calling your name as well but you had already started crying and couldn’t 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 couldn’t 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 – as if Kiara was still there – strength marking red fingertips above your chest.

“‘Cause she’s not even a real pogue, right?! that’s why you got so confident about it, huh?”

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 didn’t mean that. She was sure you didn’t. 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 friend’s 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.

“I 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 friend’s little twin… ridiculous.”

At that, John B diverted his attention toward his friend with stern questioning eyes. JJ gulped.

“Look, man I just really need to talk to her and explain myself, ‘aight? I didn’t do what- Things are really not what they seem right now and I need her to-“

“Fuck, JJ, that’s 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 can’t love anyone, ‘cause that would mean you had a heart, right? But you’re a fucking Maybank! And I really tried to help you out all this time but now I know that I can’t!”

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 “no”, cracking at your words and shedding a tear. As Kiara heard what you said from the outside, she didn’t even think before bursting into the house again, turning every head in her direction.

“Y/n you’re spiraling and you’re saying things you’ll fucking regret! I kissed him, alright?! This is my fault. He stopped me, he loves you and he wouldn’t do that, okay?”

Though the words she was muttering were calming you down, she was calling you out, she was absolutely mad at what you said about JJ’s father because she had context and it was really fucked up. You felt small.

“Kiss?!” John B asked, his eyebrows shooting up. It wasn’t his intention to aggravate the situation but it was his little sister involved. JJ tried to start talking and explain the situation – which Kiara had left him to, but he could really only think about one thing.

“I- uh… did you mean it? What you said.”

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.

“I didn’t mean it, J, I really didn’t! God, I don’t even know how you can still even look at me right now I’m 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 it’s just because I love you so much and I know you don’t deserve another fucked up demonstration of love, you deserve to feel so good, Jay, and I’m really sorry, I love you so so much, and I will understand if you never-“

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 ‘okay’ 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.

“Y/n… I asked for us to take some time because it was becoming too real, y’know? What we felt for each other.. it was, touchable- it is. And when everyone else found out, and then John B… You know I don’t talk about this usually, not with anyone but you, but I didn’t want my dad to find out about us, to find out about you. I don’t want him knowing what you are for me I don’t 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 you’d say it’s fine, and I-“

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. “It is! It’s fine, honey, we can-“

“No, y/n it’s not fine because I don’t ever want you to even worry your pretty little head about a situation like that, y’know? And It’s not fine because the pogues are my family and the love I feel for you, if anything would happen to you because of him I’ll be damned, damned, and in jail for murder, you can trust me I will.”

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.

“Since I didn’t 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 it’s 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 I’m all in now. We can figure shit out as we go but as long as we have each other, okay?”

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 – figure out how you were, what were the plans for the night.

“Do you really forgive me for what I said? I will understand, J, I’m so, so sorry, I love you so much” You touched your forehead with his, and JJ sighed, shaking his head slightly. “I love you. I love you, y/n… can’t be without you.”

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. “Come on with the PDA, love birds… What are we doing tonight, then?” 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.

“I mean, you could go to Heyward’s… I think we’ll just lie down a bit.. ‘twas kinda draining…” 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, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” which earned a scream back from an already lying down JJ, “might as well not do anything!” 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.

“You know… we could go out to surf tomorrow,” he offered, still missing the sight of a happy you, your bikini, and the ocean.

“First thing in the morning.” You answered.

[pappydaddy]

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: 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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warnings: people being mean and shitty - basically bullying reader.

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One bonus to dating outside of your friend group: in case of a breakup, you don’t need to find new friends. One downside: what happens when your boyfriend’s friends don’t 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 isn’t 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. 

  But JJ didn’t 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. 

    Even now, she wasn’t 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 Cameron’s) and Y/N was sure one item from it cost more than their houses combined - including Sarah Cameron’s probably. “Look at this,” JJ pointed to something in the store window. “This painting reminds me of Y/N.”

  “JJ, it’s a replica of The Girl with a Pearl Earring, I don’t think it can remind you of, Y/N.” Sarah Cameron snarked, sharing looks with Kiara and John B behind JJ’s 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. 

  JJ looked back at them and they dropped their faces. “I know what it is,  she’s the one who showed me the painting. It’s her favourite. She talked my ear off for hours on one of our first dates about it.” He blinked, pulling a face as he broke through the three of them, making his way back over to the coffee cart. 

____

  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 B’s ratty old couch, smoke rolling from his lips as he exhaled. “Did 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?” JJ spoke up suddenly when there was a lull in the conversation. 

  Y/N felt the uncomfortable heat rising in her cheeks, making her cover them with her hands - dropping her hold on JJ’s because of it. He always was finding a way to talk about her. “That’s so cool, what magazine?” Pope asked, his hand pausing in his popcorn bowl. 

  “It’s some sort of fancy one,” 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. “What is it called? It’s big, talks about politics a lot-”

  “The New Yorker,” She answered, mumbling as if it wasn’t 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. “My teacher kinda twisted my arm into it and I didn’t have anything to lose so I let her submit it for me. It’s not a big deal.” 

  “Are you kidding me? It’s a huge deal, Babe!” 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 Kiara’s eyes watched it, shocked that he put over half a blunt down. 

  “It really is. The New Yorker is huge and for a high school student’s essay to be even just considered by them is big enough.” Pope nodded, popping two pieces of popcorn in his mouth.

  “I don’t see what the big deal is,” 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. “I mean, it is a contest looking at other high school student’s essays. It’s not like she’s up against university students or published authors here.” 

  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. “What are you talking about? She’s 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.” JJ questioned her, voice high in question. 

  Kiara rolled her eyes. “I 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,” Sarah chimed in from where she sat on John B’s lap, a red solo cup clutched in her hand. “I don’t think the competition is too stiff.” 

  “You know, they’re probably right. It’s just a stupid contest and I didn’t even want to enter it anyway,” Y/N spoke up, swinging her legs over the edge of the couch and lifting herself from her little nook. JJ’s arm tried to tighten and pull her back, but she stood too quickly, not meeting anyone’s eyes as she tried not to cry. She was excited and proud about the fact that she was a finalist. But now, she wasn’t so sure. Not after they shit all over it. “We can just talk about something else, I’m gonna go into the kitchen and get some water.” 

  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 didn’t like her, she didn’t want them to think she was a cry baby too. John B’s house wasn’t big, and the noise from outside wasn’t too loud which meant she could hear JJ’s hushed words digging into three of his friends and Pope’s noises of support. “What the hell is wrong with you guys? She’s excited about this and you just shit all over her accomplishment when she’s been nothing but nice to you guys!” 

  “It’s not our fault she’s sensitive, we were just being honest. She doesn’t have to get so upset.” 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 couldn’t find a bottle of water even though they were right in front of her. 

  “Yeah bro,” John B spoke up. “Maybe they shut the conversation down because we’re tired of hearing about Y/N-” 

  “What the hell,” JJ roared, standing up before looking over at the fridge, trying to see if Y/N heard it. “Tired? 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,” He pointed to John B. “Whine like a bitch when Sarah and you had that three week fight.”

  “Those are not the same! You talk about Y/N all the fucking time,” Kie stood up, not caring that she was yelling now. “It’s always Y/N this and Y/N that! And let me fucking tell you, she’s not that special!” Ouch, that hurt. Y/N winced, tears welling in her eyes. 

  “She’s a little bit of a bitch, honestly-”

  “What the fuck did you just say,” JJ interrupted Sarah’s 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. “Please, 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,” He directed that at Kiara. “And 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,” He pointed to John B. “And 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,” He pointed to Sarah who had shrunk back into the couch she was sitting on. “That 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 don’t even know if I will speak to you again after tonight!” 

  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/N’s hunched frame shaking. Pope’s hand was on her shoulder, talking quietly to - reassuring her. 

  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 wouldn’t meet his eyes. “Y/N-” He repeated her name in whispers, trying to get her to look at him. 

  “No, JJ,” She sniffled and his heart broke hearing the hurt in her voice. “They don’t 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 you’re gonna break up with me because they are your best friends and they have been with you through so much-” She cut herself off with a little sniffle. “And I can’t bring myself to look at you because I know you’re gonna break up with me and my heart can’t handle so much rejection then heartbreak.” 

  JJ’s 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. “Y/N, I’m not going to break up with you because those assholes in there can’t see how happy you make me.”

  “But, JJ-”

  “I don’t give a damn if they are my friends. I don’t care if one of them was a saint. If they don’t like you and are mean to you, the sweetest, kindest, and most likeable person I know, then they are the problem, okay,” He asked, his own eyes welling up with tears. “You, 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.” He nearly chanted, his forehead resting against hers. 

  “So, what does this mean for your friend group?” She whispered, guilt eating at her. Even after they spoke so horribly of her, she was still worried about their friendship with JJ. 

  “I have no idea, but I am sure that with you by my side, I’m going to be okay.” He whispered like a prayer, arms wrapping around her, pulling her into a hug. He knew that was what she needed. She didn’t need a kiss. She didn’t 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 someone’s love for you. A hug given the right way is like a hug to the heart. And this hug proved her statement.

[featherandferns]

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, I’d indulge. Here’s the (current) where are they now for all of my fics so far…

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. 

“Alright, obdormition,” Pope says as he spells out the letters on the board. “Sixteen-points plus a double word score makes thirty-two.”

“Obdor-mito-what-now?” JJ mumbles. 

“Obdormition,” Pope clarifies. He’s smug as he continues, “it’s a medical term which describes the paralysis of a limb.” 

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. 

“Good one, Pope,” you hum, delicately collecting your letters. “But two quick things. First, obdormition means temporary numbness, not total paralysis, in the limbs.”

Pope begins to frown as he watches you place your letters leisurely on the board. 

“And second, bigger words don’t necessarily mean better words,” you muse. Glancing to JJ, a smile twinkles in your eyes. “I learnt that the hard way.”

Everyone looks down at your finished word to read qualifier. 

“Thanks for the ‘i’,” 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, “21 points without the triple letter score. But since my Q is a triple letter scorer, that makes it–”

“Forty-one.” 

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. 

“Your girl’s thrashing Pope at scrabble, JayJ,” Kie says as she chews. 

“Yeah, I think he might start crying soon,” Sarah adds. 

“Bringing a man to tears: pretty impressive,” Kiara hums. 

“Nah. She does it to me almost every night.”

“JJ, gross,” 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. JJ’s assuming you’ve 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. 

“Havin’ fun?” JJ wonders as he fishes out his smoke kit. 

You nod, retrieving your vape and taking a hit. “Pope’s definitely got more impressive words than you.”

“What!? You’re kidding!?” JJ sardonically gapes. You bat him teasingly with your foot. “Well, everybody loves you.”

“Really?” you check. JJ glances up from the blunt he’s rolling to catch your queasy expression. His smile falters. 

“Course. Why wouldn’t they?”

“I don’t know. I just…” you break yourself off with a sigh. “I wasn’t sure if they would, considering what people say about me.”

JJ isn’t sure what to say. You save him from trying, offering a solemn smile. 

“I’m not stupid, JJ,” you quietly say. “I know what people think of me and my family.”

“Only because they don’t know you.”

“I guess. I was just worried that that was the whole reason you were keeping me from them.”

“No, of course not,” JJ immediately counters. “I 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. They’d be stupid not to.”

“You promise?”

JJ was still grappling with the repercussions of his actions. He knew he would, knew that maybe he might have to forever, but he couldn’t blame you. He’d 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. 

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. 

“Promise.”

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. 

“Is your brother home tonight?” JJ wonders after a pleasant stretch of silence. 

“Yup.”

“Ah.”

“I’m guessing we’re crashing at your place then?” you half-jokingly check. 

“Yup.”

“You know we have to rip that bandaid off eventually,” you hum. “Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if somebody’s already told him.”

“I know,” JJ sighs, rubbing tiredly at his eyes. “I’m just trying to delay a beating.”

You softly slap his chest, eliciting a laugh. “Don’t even joke, JJ.”

“I’m not,” he sniggers. “Your brother fuckin’ hates me, babe. I’m guessing that telling him I’m screwing his sister isn’t going to do me any favours winning him over.”

“Well, just avoid the word ‘screwing’ and you might be okay,” you offer. 

“Sorry. Fucking is what I meant to say.”

“JJ!”

“Rawdogging?”

“You better fucking not be,” you mutter. JJ barks out another laugh before mellowing himself out with another hit of his joint. “Maybe just avoid telling him that we’re having sexual relations altogether.”

“Sexual relations? I think that’s the worst one out of all of them,” JJ tells you. Your hum in reply tells him that you’re not in complete disagreement. As if placing a bookmark in the conversation, JJ presses a kiss to your forehead. “I will tell him, just when this whole treasure-hunt madness dies down.”

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 didn’t hurt the group to have a brainiac like yourself working behind the scenes with them. 

With another sigh and a final hit of your vape, you break apart from JJ and pat his knee lovingly. “Right. I better get back inside and finish thrashing Pope at Scrabble.”

“Bring it home, baby,” is JJ’s encouragement. You flash him a grin and head back into the house; JJ’s 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. 

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. He’s wearing a smug grin on his sweat glistening face. 

“Enjoying yourself?”

“I was finding inner bliss,” JJ grumbles, raising his blunt as proof. “Thanks for helping me lose it.”

“My pleasure,” John B returns. He drops onto the sofa beside JJ. “Your girl inside?”

“Mhm. She’s about to make Pope suicidal.”

“Scrabble?”

“Yep,” JJ grins. He offers the blunt and John B is glad to take. “You guys like her right?”

John B flashes him a look as if to say ‘are you crazy?’. “Course we do. She’s dope.”

“Alright,” JJ mumbles, smiling. He takes the joint back. “Just wanted to check.”

“Is this cause of what we used to say? Before we knew?”

“Kinda. She’s worried that I kept her from your guys because of all that,” JJ admits, never one to keep things from his best friend. 

John B hums, nodding in understanding. “Well, tell her that we were dumbasses to assume. And tell her I like the effect she has on my best friend.”

“Oh?” JJ sniggers. 

“Mhm. Never seen you happier, man. Or so relaxed, for that matter.”

“Well, she isn’t the only one to thank for that,” JJ grins, lifting the joint once more, trying to lighten the load of the conversation. 

“Yeah, well, she’s certainly the main one to thank,” 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. “You coming in? I think she’s about to finish Pope off.”

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 it’ll probably give him might kill him.

[storytellerslense]

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 sides—whether 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.

[devilsjacket]

Characters: Rafe Cameron, JJ Maybank, Ethan Landry, Charlie Walker

Them giving you a blowjob for the first time, it’s sloppy and uncomfortable at first but when they get the hang of it they really get into it. They’re 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.

“Don’t worry baby you did so well, felt so good”

They’d 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.

made by @devilsjacket

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[sun-undone]

“got so much to lose, got so much to prove, god don’t let me lose my mind”

i’m emo about jj maybank today so i’m gonna ramble for a bit about how i think these lyrics from trouble by cage the elephant are the most jj lyrics i’ve 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. he’s 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 that’s 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 we’ve seen him do several times throughout the series when a plan of his goes awry. “see me, see how hard i’m trying to deserve your love, see how much i think i don’t deserve it.”

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 doesn’t 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. he’s clawing up at something that’s in the palm of his hands. he hopes the pogues understand what he can’t express with words, and they do, but he also knows that one day, that won’t be enough, and they’ll realize what he’s known from the very beginning.

god don’t let me lose my mind.

[lilyw1235]

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

[jenxsaiv]

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

[its-all-or-nothing94]

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 couldn’t 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. "Don’t worry about it, JJ. We’re 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. Heyward’s 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 don’t 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." 

"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 don’t 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. "I’m 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, "Finder’s fee. Just sayin’." 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.

[givemelibertypleasw]

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 ‘oh your just a hater and don’t people anylysing their fave characters’ which frankly isn’t true I love seeing people analyze characters and such but.. when analyzing that character turns into ‘oh he would totally fuck his sister or assault her’ or ‘he definitely has some kind of weird incesty feelings towards her’ it really just puts me off.

Maybe the worst place to complain about this is on tumblr because it’s tumblr but god damn I can not breath in the obx fandom without seeing post after post about Sarah and rafe Cameron’s relationship. Yes their relationship as siblings it’s not normal at all seeing how rafe has tried to kill Sarah multiple times but that doesn’t automatically mean their relationship is taboo or incesty.

while not too yuck anyone’s yum or whatever and I love seeing people’s perspective on characters but I fear it’s 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 it’s 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 it’s also illegal so I don’t 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 ‘oh he kills people and he tried to kill his sister why wouldn’t he rape someone?’ And then the most common line is ‘he’s a coke addict what makes you think he wouldn’t assault his sister?’

and to that I say a lot of people do those things but that doesn’t mean they rape and assaults people nor do they do that to their sisters so the Argument doesn’t 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

[shellxrls]

I guess that’s trueeee but what specifically didn’t you like?

oh boy me and moony called for 2 hours and even that wasn’t really enough to dissect.

heavy obx 4 spoilers under the cut:

i would say mainly that jj finding out luke isn’t 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 isn’t that wrings his character and throws off a lot of his prior developments as well as creating so many loopholes:

— 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 shouldn’t be seeing anything in jj (such as his mother/lukes wife) that tweaks him out.

— it’s 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 i’m sure that’ll cause him immense struggle to come to terms with.

— at any point in time when they were struggling for money, or luke was sick of jj, he could’ve very easily thrown him out or gone to his kook dad for help ??? that’s the biggest plot hole that pisses me off. jj got beat over that restitution money & you’re telling me luke couldn’t simply go to his rich as fuck father and blackmail him for some spare cash ???

— it’s 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 didn’t have any theories or conspiracies at all ?? they’re saying luke not once slipped up when drunk or high out of his mind ?? doesn’t make sense.

that’s not nearly all of the issues with that plot point but as i said it’s too complicated to explain in depth in one go.

the next obvious issue i had was with rafe’s reconciliation arc. he’s 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 should’ve had him change his mind, and so it doesn’t make send of him to do a full 180 as such — the only mere glimpse we get into the way his mind is working is when he he’s 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 doesn’t make morally satisfying decisions like these and nor are they unprompted or without some greater nefarious agenda (which is why at the very most i’m hoping that this is it).

ofc there’s more, such as jiara, but i don’t have time to get into that bullshit i think these are the 2 main things for me.

[vvalrus21]

Just some thoughts and opinions on the first part of Outer banks s4 down below. Beware of ✨spoilers✨

Oh god umm I don't even know where to start...generally, I'll say I'm really enjoying this season so far. I love love the treasure hunting aspect of it (it kinda gives me s1 vibes which is awesome) and all the found family dynamics that the pogues have going on. They literally built a commune and I'm so here for that!

Pope getting to nerd out is something so personal to me, he deserves the world. Also bless him for being actually responsible, unlike some other people....yes, JJ, I'm looking at you.

Because lorddd, JJ be out here making some more-than-poor choices and it makes me want to rip my hair out. And I knowwww that this reckless behavior is completely in character for him, but it doesn't make it any easier to watch, okayy?

Also while on the topic of this blonde disaster of a man, what's up with that plot twist?!? Luke not being JJ's biological father?? I really don't fuck with that, it makes zero fucking sense. His mom being Larissa, that's believable, sure, but I just can't get behind this idk what they're thinking...like, Luke "abusive asshole" Maybank doesn't strike me as someone that just decides to raise this random kid that isn't his. Maybe if there was an affair between him and Larissa, otherwise I really don't see it.

John B, my man needs to slow down on the whole idea of kids, he's literally a kid himself, other than that , no complaints hah really loving his character this season.

Sarah, absolutely perfect, love her, need more of her in the second part in fact <3 just don't make her have a pregnancy storyline I beg of you.

Cleo...Jesus, girl has been going through it. First of all, the racist comment were so unwarranted, they really didn't need to waste screen time on that ffs. The kidnapping?? And then she has to watch Terrance die??? I'm worried about her, I have a bad feeling that she's gonna lose herself trying to avenge him.

Kiara, well, I don't have much to say about her tbh other than I really wish they'd have the guts to make her a lesbian instead of shoving jiara down our throats (yes, I'm still having a hard time getting on board with it, but I'll admit it's slightly better than last season where they literally had negative chemistry, sorry not sorry).

As for the Kooks:

Topper...I wish someone would deck him in the face with a surfboard, he's infuriating and at this point even if they try to give him a redemption ark I'm not having it. Same goes for Ruthie, that shit was just uncalled for (those turtles better haunt you for life).

Don't know what my thoughts on Rafe are yet, kinda want to believe that he's coming around and that him and Sarah will make up, but also there's just so much bad blood between them so idk where they'd even begin. I just hope he doesn't fuck it up with Sofia bc she's just too good and precious, which is why I'm terrified about how he'll react once he finds out that she worked with Hollis behind his back.

Okayyy, I think that's it? For now???

[nickeverdeen]

Hello!!

Im requesting matchups for stranger things male and female as well as outer banks and tua if your willing to do more than one.

I love pink and reading. I used to pretend to dislike pink for whatever reason but now I've fully accepted my feminine side. it was hard. I like to read books of adventure, romance, and mystery category. I love watching movies and shows but hate the award moments and will run out of the room. I think I may be somewhat of a coward. I cannot spell to save my life. this entire thing is being spelled and grammar-checked Harry Potter by Grammarly. I also cant do basic addition but I adore algebra and geometry and other math stuff as long as I have a calculator for the more basic side of the math. out of all of my friends, I have the worst memory. I only know three people's birthdays one of which is mine. One of my greatest accomplishments is reading the harry potter series in under 24 hours. I plan on being a high school art teacher. I think it'd be so cool. I have chronic deprivation that often affects how much time I spend out of my room. I also have ADHD, and anxiety to top that. I have a fear of confrontation

thank you so much i you don't wanna do it i totally understand

your amazing

I don’t do Stranger Things so I only did Outer Banks and TUA

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Your female Outer Banks match is…

Kiara Carrera

Considering it was really hard for you Kiara would celebrate your journey of embracing your feminine side and love for pink a bit

She’s proud

Kiara would at first be a bit distant towards all the pink if your room is like all pink

But if not she wouldn’t mind

She’d enjoy from time to time shopping trips, but not 24/7

She’s always encouraging you to express yourself fully when you struggle

With your love for reading adventure, romance, and mystery, Kiara would be the perfect book club buddy

She reads

May not look like it at first, but she reads

She’d share recommendations and discuss your favorite books and characters

Kiara would join you for movie marathons, sharing your distaste for award moments

You’d have fun running out of the room together and making it a silly tradition

Kiara might not share your love for algebra and geometry, but she’d admire your skills

She’d cheer you on and maybe even ask you to tutor her when she needs help

Kiara would be understanding of your poor memory and help you remember important dates

She’d set reminders and make sure you never miss a special occasion

It’d be a bit uncomfortable if you’d forget something important to her a lot, but she’d never scold you for it

Kiara would be a huge supporter of your dream to become a high school art teacher

She’d help you with your art projects and be your biggest cheerleader as you pursue your career

Kiara would understand your chronic deprivation and respect your need for alone time

She’d make sure you’re comfortable and never pressure you to socialize more than you’re comfortable with

Kiara’s nurturing personality would help you manage your anxiety

She’d offer calming support and create a safe space for you to feel at ease

Kiara’s diplomatic nature means she’d handle confrontations gracefully, stepping in when you feel uncomfortable

She’d help you avoid stressful situations and protect your peace

Kiara’s love for the environment and activism would blend well with your creative pursuits

You’d collaborate on art projects with meaningful messages, combining your talents for a greater cause

—————

Your male Outer Banks match is…

JJ Maybank

JJ’s adventurous spirit aligns perfectly with your love for reading adventure novels

He’d often compare himself with guys from your books showing off how much better he is

He’d be the type to make life feel like one of the books you enjoy, always finding new ways to keep things exciting

Lets you ramble about your books, but slowly gets lost

JJ would be fully supportive of your journey in embracing your feminine side and your love for pink

With your love for movies and shows, JJ would be the perfect partner for binge-watching sessions

He’d understand your aversion to award moments and might even make a game out of avoiding them together

JJ might not be a math whiz, but he’d appreciate your love for algebra and geometry

Definetly joking when he’d see in some shape something dirty

He’d try enjoy watching you solve problems making fun during it and might even ask you to teach him some tricks

JJ’s laid-back nature means he wouldn’t mind if you forget birthdays or small details

He’d probably find it endearing and keep track of important dates for you

He snapped one time ‘cause it was an important event and he was stressed out, but quickly made up for it

JJ would be thrilled about your goal to become a high school art teacher

Although he doesn’t see the fun in the work, he’d be there

He’d support you through your studies and celebrate your successes, big or small

JJ’s easygoing personality would be a good match for your chronic deprivation and need for downtime

He’d respect your need for personal space and be there when you’re ready to socialize

With your anxiety and ADHD, JJ’s calm and reassuring presence would help you feel more grounded

He’d understand your fears and help you navigate through them without judgment

If you wanna order something and it gets complicated and the place would be closing down, he’d just straight up tell the waiter or whoever it is to wait a few fucking minutes

JJ’s protective nature means he’d handle confrontations for you, always stepping in when you feel uncomfortable

He’d be your shield, allowing you to feel safe and secure

JJ’s spontaneous nature would add excitement to your life

He’d introduce you to new experiences and adventures, making every day feel like a new chapter in one of your favorite books

—————

Your female TUA match is…

Allison Hargreeves

Allison would celebrate your journey of embracing your feminine side

She’d encourage you to express yourself fully, helping you choose outfits and accessories that make you feel confident

Allison shares your love for reading and would happily join you in a book club

You’d discuss adventure, romance, and mystery novels, often getting lost in conversations about plot twists and character development

Allison would enjoy movie marathons with you, making sure to skip or fast-forward through the award moments

She’d create a cozy atmosphere with snacks and blankets, making it a fun and relaxing experience

Allison might not be a math expert, but she’d admire your love for algebra and geometry

Allison would understand your memory challenges and help you keep track of important dates

She’d set reminders and organize events to ensure you never miss a special occasion

Allison would be excited about your goal to become a high school art teacher

She’d offer advice and support, often attending your art shows and celebrating your successes

Allison would respect your need for personal space and understand your chronic deprivation

She’d ensure you have time to recharge, always being there when you’re ready to socialize

Allison’s nurturing nature would help you manage your anxiety

She’d provide a comforting presence, offering reassurance and support whenever you feel overwhelmed

Allison’s diplomatic skills would help you avoid confrontations

She’d step in to handle difficult situations, ensuring you feel safe and protected

Allison’s storytelling abilities would inspire your artistic projects

You’d collaborate on creative endeavors, combining her narrative skills with your visual artistry to create compelling works of art

—————

Your male TUA match is…

Viktor Hargreeves

Viktor would deeply understand and respect your journey of embracing your feminine side

His own journey of self-discovery and acceptance would make him a supportive and empathetic partner

Viktor shares your love for reading a lot

He’d engage in deep discussions about your favorite adventure, romance, and mystery novels, often recommending books he thinks you’d enjoy

Viktor would enjoy watching movies with you, fully understanding your aversion to award moments

He’d make sure to pick films that keep you both entertained without the stress of those scenes

Viktor’s calm and patient demeanor would be comforting when you struggle with basic math or spelling

He’d help you without judgment, appreciating your strengths in algebra and geometry

Knowing your memory challenges, Viktor would keep track of important dates and events

When you first started dating and you forgot something very important he was indeed disappointed, but when he found out this he quickly understood

He’d remind you of birthdays and other special occasions, ensuring you never miss out

Viktor would fully support your goal of becoming a high school art teacher

He’d admire your passion for art and creativity, often attending your art shows and helping with projects

Viktor would understand your need for personal space due to chronic deprivation

He’d make sure you feel comfortable and supported, never pressuring you to socialize more than you’re comfortable with

Viktor’s own experiences with anxiety would make him incredibly understanding of your struggles

He’d provide a calming presence, helping you navigate through anxious moments

Viktor’s gentle nature would help you avoid confrontations

He’d step in when necessary, handling difficult situations with grace and protecting your peace of mind

Viktor’s musical talent would blend well with your artistic skills

You’d collaborate on creative projects, combining music and visual art in unique and inspiring ways

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

Fic Masterlist Pt. 2

requests are open!

*=smut (i will not write smut about minors)

all lowercase titles w/o character at end = blurb

American Horror Story

manipulating tate to make him cry

comforting maggie

Bottoms

loser!virgin!hazel headcanons*

Pervert - Hazel Callahan*

Unrequited - Hazel Callahan

Blind Date - Hazel Callahan

overstimulating hazel with a vibrator*

shotgunning with stoner!hazel

fucking hazel dumb*

scissoring in hazel's car*

Sleepover - Hazel Callahan

hazel being really shy around you

hazel touching herself to the thought of you*

Wet - Hazel Callahan*

Relax - Hazel Callahan*

Hell Is A Teenage Girl*

Criminal Minds

Deadpool

Harry Potter

Heathers

helping veronica cover up heather’s murder

I Am Not Okay With This

It

Marvel

Miss Peregrine’s Home For Peculiar Children

Outer Banks

I Don’t Hate You - JJ Maybank

Little Miss Perfect - JJ Maybank

What If It Doesn't End Well - JJ Maybank

Manta Rays - Sarah Cameron

Enchanted - JJ Maybank

jj never knew love before you

gun kink with jj*

We're Still Not Friends - JJ Maybank*

drunk jj being an idiot

dancing drunk with jj

I’ll Always Catch You When You Fall - JJ Maybank

Closet - Sarah Cameron

Scream (Movies)

ethan getting head for the first time*

ethan being insecure about his size*

jealous ethan*

ethan is desperate for your attention*

spoiling ethan on his birthday*

Audience - Ethan Landry*

aftercare with ethan

Exhausted - Ethan Landry

accidentally finding ethan’s ghostface mask

teaching ethan how to kiss

telling tatum you like her

Can You Keep A Secret? - Ethan Landry*

accidentally finding ethan’s ghostface mask pt. 2*

phone sex with sub!ethan*

Small Talk - Ethan Landry*

edging and overstimulating sub!ethan*

Samantha - Sam Carpenter

Bodybag - Ethan Landry

Teach Me - Ethan Landry*

ethan comforting you on your period

subby ethan*

proposing to ethan

Slacker - Tara Carpenter

first kiss with ethan

stepcest with ethan*

kissing ethan in the rain

Scream (Series)

Stranger Things

The Darkest Minds

The Last Of Us

helping abby grow comfortable with physical intimacy

fucking abby with a strap for the first time*

Can’t Get Off Without You // Abby Anderson*

The 100

Clarke Secretly Dating Raven's Sibling

Timeless

Voyagers

Willow

X-Men

Yellowjackets

[jjenjoyer]

hope is a dangerous thing - jj maybank

summary: jj maybank hates the new girl in town.

playlist:

hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have - but i have it - lana del rey

fuck it i love you - lana del rey

warnings: mentions of violence, language

[jj's pov]

[896 words]

i first saw her out on the waves during hurricane Agatha. stupid mystery girl, surfing the surge like its nothing, as if she couldn't get wiped out with one wrong move. what a poser.

i hate her.

great, she's in my class too. pink really isn't her colour, and that cardigan seems way too hot for the outer banks, what on earth is she thinking? really dumb outfit choice. i'm glad that she didn't sit next to me, thanks a ton mr. sunn.

i hate her, and her ugly pink cardigan.

oh, just excellent! thank you so much kiara, how lovely of you to invite my mortal enemy to party with the pogues at the boneyard tonight. i bet she can't even hold her liquor.

i really hate her. she seems fake, nobody is that nice.

speak of the devil. at least this time she's wearing something decent, but it looks shit on her. i can't believe she's had 4 beers already and still doesn't look tipsy.

i cannot stand her.

oh great, she's walking up to me. whatever god is out there, what did i do to deserve this? fuck you, honestly. her voice is sickeningly sweet, but kinda raspy, like textured honey. ew. at least she brought me a beer. i don't like her freckles.

i don't want to be around her.

she's getting on with the pogues alarmingly well. this is not looking good... ohhhh no, john b, why would you invite her to hang with us at the chateau tomorrow?! i bet she's a slob.

she better not try to talk to me. i don't think i can handle that.

...why is that kook staring at her like that. he looks like a starving wolf, practically violating her with his eyes. she's not even all that great to look at, but still, that's not gonna happen on my watch.

i hate that i'm starting a fight for no reason, its none of my business but oh well, too late to back out now.

why is she drawing stars around my bruised knuckles. and why is she concentrating so hard, holding my hand with an unbearable softness, her tongue sticking out comically, like some cartoon character. how did i even get here. fuck.

i don't like her...

her bubbly laugh when i crack a joke is so annoying, making me feel all gross inside. i wish she would shut up so i can get it out of my head, although i doubt i could if i tried.

fuck.

i can barely hold the soft, yet intense gaze of her massive e/c eyes. she looks like a bug, i really want to squish her. maybe then i would stop feeling like this. i don't know why she's so persistent even though i'm clearly showing no interest.

i really hope she doesn't see through me.

ah great, i'm sick. thankfully the pogues are going fishing today, and taking whats-her-name with them. i need some time alone with my thoughts, although i'm not sure if i can handle them. someone's knocking on the door, maybe john b forgot something.

"its open!" i manage to croak out.

oh no. no no no no no please not her. anybody but her. goddamn it.

"hey, jj, um- if you tell me to i'll leave, but i heard you were sick, and thought i could help-- my mom's a nurse, so i know a thing or two-"

"i don't want your help. go have fun. i know you don't want to be here, plus you'll get sick too." why the fuck does she care about me. she shouldn't.

"i do, and i'll take that risk. plus i don't really wanna get sunburnt, my outfit isn't really suitable for the situation."

she's right, it definitely isn't. that flowy off-shoulder crop-top and embroidered jean shorts are way too flattering, and its not looking good for me.

i hate that she cares, its not helping my situation.

the way she looks after me makes me want to scream at her. why the fuck is she so gentle with me when i don't deserve even a sliver of it?

i hate to admit it, but she's been pretty decent company today. we got to know each other, and the fact that she fits all my criteria for 'ideal type' makes me want to die, because there's no way it'll actually happen, right? she's way too good for someone like me.

who am i kidding, i don't hate her. in fact-

"hey jj? you with me, man?"

"uh yeah- sorry, what were you saying?"

"why do you hate me so much?"

oh, dear...

"you're too perfect for your own good. it's killing me, knowing that acknowledging my feelings will only end in disaster, because i am the last person to deserve you. so no, y/n i don't hate you. although i really, really fucking wish i did."

her shocked expression confirms my opinion, i bet she's gonna sprint out of here in-

lips. my lips are touching something. what the fuck is going on. fuck, she tastes like lemon ice cream, do you even get that in obx? fuck if i know. goddamn.

so, as i was saying, i do not, in fact, hate y/n l/n. as a matter of fact, it is the exact opposite.

i am an absolute goner.

a/n: this is so trash lol yall should see my old stuff, idk what happened to my quality of writing, academic burnout is my biggest suspect tho >:/