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jj maybank x kook! f reader

john b and pope! platonic! x f reader

warning: fighting, cussing? cuteness fs

a/n: i thought of this rewatching obx😻😻

john b and pope tried for hours to get jj to cheer up. they’d just got into another fight with topper and rafe. they started talking shit abt y/n and jj lost control. now the three boys had a few injuries, jj having more than the others. “dude cheer the fuck up” john b lightly pushing him. he just grumbled, staring at the ground. pope texted y/n and sent a photo of jj, saying it was a code brown.

y/n had been smoking a blunt right when pop texted. she smiled lightly as she opened her phone, gazing at her and the blonde boy names jj on her lockscreen. they had fallen asleep inside the chateu and kie took a photo of them. they were in the most adorable position ever. music blasted loud as she read the text messagie. she read over and over and stared at the photo as she frowned. jj had looked so sad. he looked depressed and cold. he looked beat up pretty badly. she put on a bikini (jj favorite) and jj’s shirt. she turned her music off, smoking the blunt one last time. she grabbed her tote bag with her money, keys, sunglasses, and phone in there. she heads out the door, yelling that she’d be back before dinner time. she hops in her bmw and starts it up. she thinks abt jj and how to cheer him up.

“wassup my bros!” y/n waves, smiling bright at the 2 boys. she hugged them tightly and ruffled john b’s hair. she asked them how they were doing and if they were okay as they told her abt the encounter. code brown usually meant jj got into a fight. y/n sighed to herself as the thanked the boys for telling her.

“jay?” y/ns voice sounded soft. causing jj to look up for a second, smirking a little at the sight of his girlfriend wearing his shirt. his smirk slowly disappeared as he looked back down. “what wrong my love?” jj just grumbles. “jay look at me” he doesn’t respond. “jj . maybank.” he looks up. she sits on his lap, facing him. “jay, what’s wrong?” she says, sitting next to him. his face turns into a frown. “rafe and topper is wrong” he grumbles, laying his head on the girls bare shoulder.

“baby you know better than to let them get to you” she says softly, playing with the rings on his hands. “but it was stupid shit about you! c-calling you a slut and -“ y/n had cut him off as she moved his head so his eyes meet the girls own. his eyes filled with rage as he has a memory of how it happened. “don’t worry about it. i’m a big girl, i can handle myself” the girl cups his face now with two hands, kissing him softly. her fingers lightly tangle into his hair. she pulls away, smiling as jj has a huge grin. “better now?” she says, fixing his hair. “you know i can’t be mad when you kiss me like that!?” jj exclaims, a slight smile appearing.

y/n winks at the 2 boys as the couple walks out hand in hand. pope and john b making a mental note to call you if something like this happens again. “i love you” the blonde boy says, wrapping his arms around her waist behind as the h/c (hair color) girl turns her head to kiss him. pope and john b roll their eyes.

then john b groans. “bro now that ur done having a stick up your ass can we go surf?” before jj gets to answer, y/n grabs his hand and runs. “last one has to eat a rotten egg!!”

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anna! list E for fluff, 3 8 12 of course with jj, i love him so much 😭

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warnings: not proofread, ever so slightly suggestive

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"can i sleep over? please?" you asked jj when you looked up at him from where your head rested in his lap. you knew he'd say yes, but you tacked on the last bit for good measure.

"i don't even know why you're asking," the blond responded, a hand running over your head. "john b isn't even here, but if he was, he'd be cool with it too." john b was over at sarah's to "study", but you and jj both knew there was going to be more than just studying going on.

“i wonder how studying is going for them,” you joked when reached for jj's phone—it was the closest considering yours was charging in his room—to check the time. you were about to comment on how late it was when you noticed something else. "am i your lockscreen?"

"you, uh," jj's cheeks flushed into a light rose shade when he grabbed the phone from your hands, "you weren't supposed to see that."

"it's cute, j," you said before pressing a quick kiss to his warmed cheek. "i think i’m going to head to bed. 'you coming or what?"

"i'll be there in a bit."

you gave him a nod and made your way to his room. after you changed clothes and slipped into bed, you knew it wouldn't be much longer before you fell asleep, but you wanted to wait for jj.

"hey," jj called to you, "have you seen my hoodie?"

"noo," you mumbled into the pillow to seem less suspicious. jj couldn't really even see you in the darkness of his room. the only light came from the small bit of moonlight peeking through the window.

he stopped momentarily looking through the pile of clothes that sat in the chair in the corner and turned to you. "you're wearing it, aren't you?"

"maybe." his chuckle sounded throughout the room before you heard his footsteps get closer and the bed dip behind you.

"you're adorable, you know that?" jj muttered into your ear when he wrapped his arms around your torso to pull you closer to him.

"you may have mentioned it once or twice."

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Stupid Things (Good Outcomes) || JJ Maybank || Prologue

All things considered, Los Angeles wasn’t a bad place to end up when you’re freshly twenty three. Sure, it’s no Pelican, North Carolina, but JJ Maybank likes well enough.

Words: 1,982

Pairings: JJ Maybank x OFC (Mariella “Mari” Diaz); mentioned Eddie Diaz x Evan “Buck” Buckley.

Warnings: mentions of drowning, sparknotes version of OBX as told by JJ Maybank. Eddie gets called a tonto. Mentions of Eddie being shot

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All things considered, Los Angeles wasn’t a bad place to be when you’re freshly twenty three. It was no Pelican, North Carolina, but JJ Maybank never expected he’d ever actually leave the damn island. Except, you know, for the time he was stuck on an uninhabited island with his friends for six weeks or the time he’d flown to South America in a cargo plane of weed, but neither of those things were so bad when he thought about them.

The studio apartment he rented in LA was expensive, but he had his share of El Dorado and Royal Merchant gold to help pay for that, and when you spent the majority of your high school days couch surfing because your one living parent was too drunk to pay the bills and he skipped town when you were seventeen, you learned quickly to not take up too much space. He liked the vibe of Los Angeles. The surf was decent, he worked as a bartender, and he’d even made a couple friends in his time there.

The surf was decent, the weather was nicer than North Carolina, and that day, a Saturday in May, JJ found himself sitting on a beach soaking up the warm sun while he sipped the beer he’d swiped from one of his friends that had joined him while he texted the Pogues back home.

Kie was telling him all about her most recent trip to Bali with her girlfriend, Avery. John B was giving him an update on the latest house he was flipping while also giving him updates on Sarah’s pregnancy and sending the most adorable photo of his two year old goddaughter, Scout, popsicle mouth and all as she grinned. He couldn’t help but smile at the photo, saving it to make it his lockscreen later.

He was replying to Pope about his plans to fly home for a few days in June for Father’s Day, planning a barbecue at the Routledge household to celebrate Bobby Heyward who had been both his and John B’s father figure after his own dad skipped town and Big John had died when he heard it. It was a mother, yelling at a girl no more than eight years old to come closer to shore because she was getting too far out.

He watched for several moments before he realized what he was seeing. The girl was swimming like she was attempting to get closer to shore but she was struggling and getting farther out. Fuck. He knew immediately what was happening, wasting no time standing up and ripping his shirt off before tossing his sunglasses and phone on the towel he’d been sitting on.

Getting to the girl wasn’t an issue, but he could tell she was exhausted and had inhaled an unknown amount of water in her panicked state. One arm wrapped around her tightly while he swam like hell to get them both out of there. The girl was unconscious by the time his feet were back in the sand and he went into action before looking at the panicked crowd that had gathered.

“Fuck, someone call 9-1-1!” He yelled before finding the moms eyes. “What’s her name?”

“Clara”

“Okay.” He tried to smile through his own panic. He continued to provide chest compressions and rescue breaths for what felt like a lifetime. His arms ached, he could hear the sirens approaching as he kept going, telling the girl to just hang in there. Finally, he could see paramedics rushing towards them, the mother of the girl telling them that her name was Clara Logan and she was eight years old. Before the woman could kneel down and take over there was a gasp from the girl, then coughing as she started to expel the water in her lungs.

He quickly helped stabilize her neck as they moved her to her side so she wouldn’t re-aspirate on the water before he let the medics take over. As he stood there, he couldn’t help but feel ten years old again. It was a feeling that he quickly pushed down as the medics worked quickly, stabilizing her and getting her on a gurney before one of the other firefighters stopped and looked at him.

“What’s your name, sir?” He asked.

JJ froze, looking at him before clearing his throat. “Uh, JJ. JJ Maybank, sir.”

“Well, JJ.” He started, sticking his hand out for JJ to shake. “I’m Captain Nash. Your quick thinking saved that little girl's life today.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Hey you’re the guy from the beach today, right?”

The voice brought JJ out his thoughts. The scene from that afternoon had been replaying in his head since he’d gotten home, his thoughts dragging him back to when he’d lost his brother. He’d decided that he needed to get out of his apartment so despite that it was his night off, he had come to the bar and was sitting in a corner booth with his beer.

“Uh, yeah.” He answered. “I’m JJ.”

“Mariella Diaz.” She smiled, sliding into the other side of the booth. “The tonto at the bar ordering drinks is my brother, Eddie.”

“You’re the paramedics that showed up, right?”

“We are.” She confirmed. “Although, I have to say it would have been a completely different outcome had you not been there. The mother said she was stuck in a rip current, those usually don’t end well. She said you just jumped in without a thought and pulled her out. Most people wouldn’t have thought to do that.”

JJ was silent, kind of shocked by this woman’s boldness. She’d just sat down and started talking to him like they were old friends and he didn’t know what to say. Before he could reply, her brother showed up and gave her a disapproving look.

“Mari, what have I told you about talking to strangers.” He told her, but sat down next to her anyway. “Here’s your straight whiskey, you crazy ass woman. I’m Eddie, by the way.”

“This is JJ.” She told him. “He’s the guy that jumped in after that little girl today, so not a stranger. I was just telling him that most people wouldn’t jump in like that.”

“Well.” JJ sighed as he took a drink. “I couldn’t just watch another kid die like that.”

Both siblings were quiet, looking at him with shocked expressions as they took in that information. It was clear that Mariella wanted to ask, but was afraid to so he just gave them both a weak smile.

“Thirteen years ago, I was ten years old and my brother, Tyler, took me to the beach. The surf was rough, but our dad had been drinking again and he wanted to make sure I was out of the house so we went to the beach. I was standing on the shore while he took our one surfboard out and he was knocked off. I didn’t know anything about rip currents but when the board came back and he didn’t, it scared me. I could just barely see him struggling. He was so far out. So I ran to the nearest adult and told them, but they couldn’t get to him in time. They finally got him back to shore, and did CPR until paramedics arrived, but it was too late.” He took another drink. “He was only fifteen. He just, he was the one that always took the brunt of what my dad did when he was drunk because he didn’t want me to get hurt. After he died, my dad got worse and eventually skipped town when I was sixteen.”

“Shit” she frowned. “I’m sorry, that had to be rough. Edmundo here drives me insane but a couple years ago he was shot and the thought of him dying terrified me. I couldn’t imagine if he actually died.”

“It was hard.” JJ told her. “But it’s been thirteen years, y’know? I still think of him all the time. If he would have gotten out, what he’d be doing now. It was part of the reason I even came to California. He always said he wanted to see the west coast.”

“That’s a good thing.” Eddie told him. “Keep his memory alive.”

“I uh, I came into some money when I was almost seventeen. It was kind of a local legend, this ship that went down with 400 million in gold.” JJ half smiled, thinking of the adventure he and his friends had gone on years ago. “The Royal Merchant. My friend, his dad was obsessed with it. Well, Big John went missing when we were sixteen and John B, he became obsessed that his dad was still alive.”

“Was he?”

“Yeah.” JJ laughed. “We almost died like, four times. John B was framed for murder by his girlfriend's dad and brother. I stole my dads boat to help them off the island when that happened. But the boat capsized in a tropical storm, they were presumed dead, then they weren’t dead and ended up in the Bahamas. Sarah’s brother shot her, she died for a couple minutes, they came back to North Carolina, John B was arrested. I got hit in the head with a machete.”

“Holy shit.”

“It gets wilder. We were stranded on an island for six weeks, and survived a plane crash. There was a train heist. Sarah’s ex boyfriend burned down John B’s house while we were all inside of it. Kie’s parents shipped her off to wilderness camp because “we were bad influences on her” and I busted her out, then rode in a cargo ship full of weed to South America.”

“Wait.” Eddie stopped the younger man. “I think my husband read an article or something about this. Four teenagers from North Carolina who found El Dorado.”

“Yeah.” JJ laughed. “We went through a lot of shit in like a four month time span. Also, technically only John B and Sarah found El Dorado. They were the only two who actually saw it. We were held hostage by this crazy man trying to get rich off of it and he was going to shoot Sarah, but her dad literally sacrificed himself to save her. Threw himself off a cliff taking one of this guy’s buddies down. Big John was shot and didn’t make it back. Anyway, they split the money six ways. We didn’t actually get any of it until we were eighteen, but I have a good little nest egg to sit on.”

“How much is “little”? I’m just curious.”

“About sixty seven million a piece.” JJ told them. “Actually, it’s probably more due to interest now. I kept most of it in a savings account.”

“He sounds like Buck.” Mari laughed. “And his trust fund.”

“Who’s Buck?” JJ questioned.

“My husband.” Eddie clarified. “His grandparents started a trust fund for him when he was little that he couldn’t access until he was twenty five, but didn’t tell his parents about it, only his older sister. So by the time they got back in contact, he was twenty six and this money had been sitting collecting interest for twenty years, so he had more money than he knew what to do with, so he just….left it sit. He used part of it to put a down payment on our house and start college funds for my son and our daughter. But otherwise, he just uses what he makes.”

“I don’t know, you just remind me of him. Especially when he was younger and super impulsive.”

“Well, maybe that’s a good thing.” JJ laughed. “It sounds messed up but I wasn’t trying to be a hero today, but when she came to, god it felt good being able to say I did that.”

“Well, your impulsiveness saved a kid's life today, JJ.” Mari told him. “And you should be proud of that.”

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