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[loonylupinblack3]

I think we completely forget in s1 how after rafe got kicked out wheezie goes over and gives rafe her money.

Like this thirteen year old kid with no job obviously had saved that money for YEARS and when her brother was in trouble she gives it to him no questions asked. Like he didn't even ask her for it she just gave it to him.

It's so upsetting to see the amount of loyalty she has for that family and the shitty way they treat her in return

[meiiie]

back for season 4, baby 🗺️

how are ya guys doing? i'm literally about to watch season 4 right now!! so excited, how is it so far? 🌊

[sexyxdylanxobrien]

imagine just getting absolutely railed in a mating press by rafe

[storytellerslense]

JJ Maybank character analysis

Luke Maybank and the unhealthy dynamics of parentification

What is parentification?

Parentification is a role reversal where parents are emotionally unavailable to provide support to the child typically due to their own problems often caused by alcohol or drug addiction or a mental illness. The child is forced to take care of themselves and take responsibility of the parent. Parents who are emotionally unavailable might also put down their children, contributing to a lack of self-esteem and increased stress for the child. This unavailability leaves the child without the necessary emotional guidance and stability.

The relationship between JJ and Luke Maybank

Luke is a single father. He is drinking and addicted to the prescribtion drug "Ambien", also known as a Z-drug. He is neglectful and abusive, failing to offer the emotional backing that JJ needs.

Luke Maybank is addicted to sedatives

Until about the third episode of the first season, we don't learn much about JJ Maybank's abusive family background. The first time we get a glimpse of his father is when Luke Maybank is exiting Barry's house, where he possibly went to get drugs or being involved in other shady activities. We also learn, that Luke Maybank lost his job at the salvage yard because he turned up drunk for work.

In Season 1, Episode 3, JJ Maybank and his friends visit the salvage yard to steal an underwater drone. During this scene, JJ concocts a lie about his father to distract the security guard, crying that his father "was gonna hit him again" if he wouldn't finish a certain task for him. The viewer is left wondering if there is some truth in his lie.

In Episode 5, father and son are on screen together for the first time in a dramatic scene, which intensity shocked many viewers. Beforehand, JJ Maybank was portrayed as funny, reckless and rebellious. There were no actual signs that he could have really been the victim of such vicious domestic violence as portrayed in this Episode.

In the scene Luke Maybank picks up his son JJ from the police station. As soon as they got into the car, Luke's entire rage is suddenly unleashed on JJ as he brutally beats him up. The mistreatment continues at home, where Luke verbally abuses his son mercilessly, possibly being under the influence of prescribtion drugs and alcohol. Meanwhile JJ locks himself in his bedroom. He is badly bruised and anxious, visibly traumatized and shaken by his father's actions.

"How you gonna get that money back, huh? By sittin' around doin' nothin'? I'm gonna tell you right now, you are a worthless piece of shit! Your Momma knew." (Luke Maybank, Season 1, Episode 5).

But physical abuse only being one possible hallmark of parentification. Parentification mainly involves overstimulation in parent-child interaction, where the focus is strongly on the parent's emotional needs. A strong indicator for JJ being parentified is, that he only feels valuable when fulfilling his father's needs. He really tries to please his father, desperately longing to "earn" just a small moment of parental kindness.

When he steals money from Barry's drug shack to pay for his restitution, he is even willing to jeopardize his friendship with the Pogues, just to fix things with his father.

At first, Luke gratefully accepts the money. JJ is shown beaming with relief and happiness over his father's praise and appreciation. But soon after Luke makes it clear that he doesn't want to use it for the restitution to help his son. He argues that the money was his to spend because JJ had already "cost him so much".

Luke instills guilt in JJ by blaming him for his misery (Season 1, Episode 7)

With that being said, Luke twists the fact that it is actually his paternal duty to provide for JJ's basic needs. Instead, he manipulates JJ by making him feel responsible for financial burdens, further solidifying JJ's role as a caregiver.

When JJ objects and takes his money back, his father beats him again. This time, JJ fights back, ultimately overpowering his father, pinning him to the ground. JJ is about to possibly hit and kill him with an object, but at the sight of his father being defeated he breaks down in tears, heartbroken and frustrated about his father's repeated rejection towards him and possibly feeling guilty and ashamed about having to defend himself like that against his own father. As JJ realizes how weak his father is, he might have also felt uncomfortable and confused with the sudden power he has over him. Notably, that particular scene also visualizes the unhealthy role reversal between father and son.

"You gave me nothing. You gave me nothing but a shitty life. All you ever did was try to scare me. But guess what? I am not scared of you anymore!" (JJ Maybank, Season 1, Episode 7)

The internal struggle between longing for parental affection and dealing with the reality of his father's behavior becomes clearer in Episode 10 when JJ tries to steal the key to Luke's boat, the "Phantom".

As JJ is about to take the key off his sleeping father, Luke surprisingly wakes up in a changed demeanor. He apologizes to his son, not without shifting part of the blame onto JJ, saying: "You remind me of your mother".

"I know I'm hard on you sometimes. But sometimes I see your mother in you. And it get's me a little tweaked, you know?" (Luke Maybank, Season 1, Episode 10)

Although Luke comes across sincere and apologetic in this moment, he actually refuses to take any responsibility for mistreating his son. Worse than that, he shifts the blame onto JJ's mere existence and heritage. This justification for his anger issues is another form of abuse and emotional manipulation.

Additionally to that, Luke Maybank repeatedly brings up JJ's missing mother and his frustration about her, with complete disregard for his son's feelings for her. He never considers whether JJ loved his mother, if he misses her, or if JJ himself is hurt or confused by her disappearance. He focuses only on his own pain and frustration, completely ignoring his sons feelings who must navigate complex emotions and family dynamics all by himself.

JJ finally accepts his father's attempt to hug him because he deeply craves for his approval and love. In doing so you can see him desperately trying to push down his emotions and unsuccessfully holding back his tears. The intimate moment is interrupted when Luke, under the influence of his drugs, collapses back on the couch sleeping, allowing JJ to think clearly again and finalise his mission of taking the key of his father.

Another instance where the role reversal becomes very clear is when Luke JJ helps his dad to escape to Yucatan in Season 2, Episode 8. After they share an emotional farewell on the boat, JJ gives his father some money for the journey and secretly disposes the pills fueling Luke's addiction. These actions are another example of JJ routinely stepping into a caretaker role, which traditionally belongs to the parent.

Luke Maybank pressures his son into helping him for the last time (Season 2, Episode 8)

JJ stays behind, relieved that his father cannot harm and manipulate him anymore. But his hopes are fading that he will ever change. JJ is left with the growing certainty that he will, despite his relentless efforts, never be able to have the unconditional love and acceptance he craves for. It is questionable if JJ will ever give up seeking his father's love and acceptance, but due to his personal growth in the last three season it becomes clear that he will no longer fight for it to the point of self-sacrifice.

Luke Maybank leaves his son (supposedly) for good in Season 2, Episode 8

[prettygirl-gabi]

Intoxicating Embrace

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This one is for @ihe4rttwd I hope you true enjoy it caused had fun writing it and I'm sorry for making you wait forever!!!

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Rating: Mature

Warning: oral (m reseving x2), slightly tipsy sex, harsh language, name calling such as (needy slut, pretty bunny, cum slut and more, unprotected sex(wrap the willy you silly), creampie (x2), smutty- fluff (at the end), hair pulling, please let me know if I missed any, not proof read, MDNI!!!

I repeat MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!!!

Category:M/F/M

Fandom: Outerbanks (obx) (TV series)

Relationships: Rafe Cameron x f reader x Pope Hayward (every one is over the age of 21)

Summary: who would have thought that the Kook prince would date 2 Pogues?

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As the soft glow of candlelight filled the room, I couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in my chest. It was our first official date night at home, and I was eager to spend quality time with both Rafe and Pope. The three of us had been growing closer over the past few years, and tonight felt like a milestone in our now stable relationship.

I had prepared a cozy setup in the living room, with blankets and pillows scattered on the floor. The aroma of homemade dinner filled the air, adding to the ambiance. As I put the finishing touches on the table, I heard the doorbell ring, signaling their arrival. Opening the door, I was greeted by Rafe's warm smile and Pope's gentle nod. They both looked handsome and relaxed, ready for a night of relaxation and connection.

"Hey, Y/n," Rafe said, his voice filled with anticipation. "This place looks amazing. You've really outdone yourself." I blushed, feeling a surge of pride. "Thanks, Rafe. I wanted tonight to be special for all of us." Pope stepped forward, his eyes filled with appreciation. "You've created such a cozy atmosphere, Y/n. It feels like a sanctuary." I smiled gratefully, gesturing for them to come inside. "Well, I hope you both enjoy it. Let's sit down and eat." We settled onto the floor, our plates filled with delicious food. As we savored each bite, the conversation flowed effortlessly.

We talked about our favorite memories form when we started dating up to now. It was a night of getting to know each other even more on a deeper level, sharing our vulnerabilities and desires. Rafe reached across the table, his hand gently brushing against mine. "Y/n, I feel so lucky to have you in my life. You bring so much joy and light." I felt my heart skip a beat, my gaze meeting his. "Me too, Rafe. You and Pope have brought so much happiness into my life."

Pope's eyes sparkled with warmth as he spoke. "Y/n, you have this incredible ability to make us feel seen and loved. It's a gift." The air between us was charged with a mix of excitement and nervousness. We were all aware of the growing tension between us, but none of us had yet voiced our true feelings and needs. As the night wore on, we moved from the dinner table to the cozy nest of blankets on the floor.

We ended the night fully naked tangle into each other. More specifically with Pope watch rafe pound me into the bed. Rafe laughed lowly, using one hand to grip my hair, using tge other to lock both my arms behind my back. I gasped, head down now makeup smeared sheets, as he began pistol driving his hips into me with brutal force.

I try to move from him feeling the pressure build up quicker then expected. “You aren’t gonna fuckin run from this dick, nah.. take that shit and make a fuckin mess on it. You gotta be a good cum slut for us baby." He nearly growled, not caring that you still had to take Pope next.

"S'too much Rafey...I-I can't, please." I whimper and whine into the sheets. "Oh, s'oki pretty bunny, we got you. Pope and I are gonna take real good care of you; just let Daddy get you there first." He says as he motions Pope of to join. "C'mon princess you gotta get my dick wet, although from what I see It's not gonna be that hard to slide right in." Pope said right before shoving his dick down my throat, while taking my hair from Rafe making a ponytail. "Oo Fuck Pope just wait til you get back here, think we'll get her to squirt tonight." Rafe chuckled out before sending a slip you my ass. "Oh most definitely and God her throat is taking me so good, sit she probably won't need to swallow with how open it is."

I let out a loud whimper moan feeling like I was about to cum what felt like the 100th time tonight. "Mmm I think you need some help baby." Pope laughed before reaching under me with his dick still fucking my throat with no remorse to rub my swollen clit, while Rafe was still thrusting in me.

"Fuck, keep clenching down on me like that you needy cum slut, I'll cum in you right row." While sucking Pope I groan loudly and keep clenching Rafe's dick to make him cum two seconds later. "Shittt, I need to take a pic." Rafe said before pulling out to get his phone.

"Damn baby, I'm close don't stop sucking ny dick baby." Pope says before smacking my ass and spreading my legs for Rafe to get good and easy access to take good pictures of my puffy, cum leaking pussy. Before I could register what was happening cum was shooting down my throat. "Swallow fr us and open up pretty bunny." Rafe said from the edged of the bed and I do so.

"Ohh you nasty slut maybe I should cum down yiur throat while Pope fucks mine and himself back into tha needy pussy." I quickly nod my head before Pope filled me over onto my back and slapped his still hard dick on my puffy sticky pussy. "Mmm s'too big Pope, can't-cant take it. "Oh you know you can princess, we know you can so be a good girl for me yeah." Pope says before sliding in pushing and using Rafe's cum as lube. "See what'd he say baby we know you can take him now open wide for daddy." Rafe stalked and towered over me with one knee on the bed making it easier for me to suck his dick.

I gasp feeling Pope thrusting deep, hard and fast before feeling rafe using my throat the same way Pope did. All I could do was moan and let out slight gags here and there. "Rafe, rub her clit I'm pretty sure if I keep the pace up she'll squirt." Rafe groaned and the thought of me squirting of Pope and started rubbing as if he was the flash even giving my pussy a few slaps, causing me to whimper and shake in pleasure.

"Ohh did we break our poor bunny, no thoughts in that dumb bunny brain huh." Rafe says with him and Pope watching me jolt in pleasure only able to whimper. "Mmm" I try to shake my head even though the pleasure was too good to deny. "Aww I think we did break her Rafey, aww baby I don't know what your tring to say but I know you're close."

Pop and Rafe both speed up their actions abusing my still needy pussy. Within the thirty seconds that the sped up I was shaking and squirting with pleasure. "Fuck baby, I'm gonna cum and I need you to swallow." Rafe says right before cumming down my throat. I only let out soft whimpers, throat to sore to stay anything

Once the three of us came down from our high the heat within my pussy lingers until pope pulls out, causing our mixed cumm to spill from my now empty and lonely hole. "Shit I think we actually broke her." Pope says before slowly going to run a nice hot bath. Rafe quickly following suit to get me cold water and a snack to help me come back down. "Don't fight just drink some yeah." Rafe smiles holding the water to my lips causing me to drink.

Once in the bath me in Pope's arms, Rafe at the opposite side of the tub. They both took turns grazing over the marks they left, and getting each other and myself all clean before bringing me to bed with fresh new sheets. "m'so proud of you baby." Rafe said before putting me in one of Pope's shirt. "We, both are baby." Pope kissed my head as they laid beside me with aton of snack and water on the night stand ready for me at any moment I asked.

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                 -Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

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[marvelsgirl616]

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[presleyluvschris]

TOUNGE TIED.

pairing(s): hot!drunk!demanding!rafe × kook!fem!brunette!reader

probs a blurb since its short <3

for my love @theblackcatwitch4 masterlist.

DESC reader is at a bar and rafe falls in love with a particular tounge-periced whimpery brunette.

[currently just imagining rafe fucking you so manly.]

🏁WARNINGS: regular fucking, fingering, open mouth, drunk, demanding rafe, cursing, slapping, kind of oral sex with the tounge peircing? groaning, adrenaline, the WORST un protected sex.

🚩MDNI🚩

REQUESTS | OPEN

after a long day of working at the wreck, and getting fired, you step up to your porch and press your keys into your door, swinging it open and kicking your heels off on the hard wood floor.

you throw the door shut and go into your kitchen to pour yourself a drink.

you huff and pull out your parent's expensive wine they gave you for your housewarming party.

you slip your lips in the glass as you roll your eyes.

this wasn't gonna cut it for you. you definitely needed something stronger.

you set the glass down and go back to your door to slip your heels back on, grabbing your keys and getting into your car to head to the bar.

you pull up and slam the door behind you, going up the counter, to order 2 drinks to start with.

you take a seat, swinging your head and legs around. you needed to get drunk so bad.

you were horny. out of your mind. you almost squirmed in your seat, almost eager for your ex to show up at this shitty bar so you could fuck.

the bar was busy. it was a friday night after all.

you squirmed and rocked yourself in your seat, taking one shot after another, your tounge pericing locked in your glass, clinking to the drink.

suddenly you see some...boy.

he was eyeing the metal in your tounge as you drank, you glanced slightly under the counter to see his dick pointed up so hard in his shorts.

you knew him, from school. the way his hair was pushed back. his button down shirt that only revealed a sliver of his toned chest.

was it just drunk you, or was he hot?

no. you began drinking one after another.

Rafe kept eyeing you, smirking then looking away, drinking at his bourbon.

you licked your lips a little and downed another drink.

you knew who it was, you always found him attractive, his dick. his tallness, his..ugh

after all, it was rafe cameron.

you slowly stood up, making your move. a little shaky, but you gave him such a desperate look, pouted lip, making your way into the bathroom.

you walked clumsy and drunk, your dark hair melting behind you as you slipped in the doorway.

he was already following you in.

you tied your thighs together as he appeared in the dimmed light.

"whats such a pretty girl like you doing here, by yourself? mmm?"

you made your lip go down and look up at him pouted and squirmy.

"oh- rafe i cant."

you bit your lip and gave him a dirty smile.

you whined, going on your knees.

he pulled you off the floor aggressively, gripping your arm tight.

"rafe! you're scaring me-"

he slapped into your ass again and again..which made you rub yourself up and down, sliding against yourself.

he stepped up and backed you into the wall.

"clothes, now."

he tightened his grip around your body and slammed you against the tile.

you were shaking at this point. you took off your shirt and dropped it on the floor as he demanded. he unziped his shorts, revealing his pointed up hard dick.

he slipped off your silk bra as he grapsed your breast, planting kisses on your thighs making you groan desperatetly, making his way up your underwear, as he went into your tits, biting.

you held onto his shirt as he began to bite into your neck and go down back into your cleavage.

he sucked and sucked and then his dick went inside.

you breathed sharply in, the air was damp and hot, his breath was hot. he was so unbelievably wet.

you held onto his shoulders, and let yourself feel the sour you had been craving for ages.

you went up, and down over and over, he massaged under and up, making you grasp for your life, making your pussy drip on the floor.

you moaned loudly as he choked you with his large, veiny hands.

"sit still."

you whined desperately again.

"Goddamnit!" he groaned angrily

he gripped you even tighter, if that was possible.

the lump in his throat made you whiney, like a desperate little girl.

he spread his entire wet tounge into yours, him tasting the coppered metal in your mouth.

he bit your lip so hard it made it bleed which made you squeal.

he groaned, that peircing was so hot.

you couldnt breathe anymore as you fucked, fucked, fucked. He put his finger up, water was trickling down your spine.

he went up so good it made you cum right away.

"good girl."

he held you so tight you couldn't move anymore, but he was going so fast so sexy

you couldn't even say you were...

his right hand was down, and it was full of your cum.

the tips of his hair was sweaty and his warm tounge was inside yours.

his veins were practically out of his hand, the more he tightened his grip the harder you felt your body heat.

you were going up so hard you couldn't recieve oxygen anymore.

"fuck, rafe."

you tried to catch your breath but he wouldnt let you.

your body went red as he bit into your neck more, it hurt so good, him grasping.

"the metal...you're tounge..its so hot."

the rasp in his deep, pissed voice made your stomach rush in an addictive pain.

his warm cum filled you, and it made your lower abdomen sore.

his wet, huge pussy inside you made you slober all over him, he sucked it into his mouth and ate into your lips.

"you're so easy to make feel good, m?"

you were up against the cold tile so hard, the heat made it warm. the hottest orgasm.

you moaned a little too loud which made you choke as his hand went deeper into your neck, you felt like you were purple.

sweat dripped down his abs, his dick, his face.

you were fucking so hard you couldn't see.

you went so feminine it made him go in such a sexy..man..so dominant.

"come on, go in like the little slut you are."

he bit and sucked the pericing in your mouth, his dick felt like it was reaching into your brain, clinging and running his large fingers into your long dark hair.

you whimpered and gasped for some kind of air, but he just gripped tighter and tighter.

he thrusted his hand up and down your vagina making your underarms and inner thighs sweat.

he was holding them against his body, grasping the inside of your legs, resting your moving head against the wall back and forth.

your mouth was hot and open, while you choked.

your neck was against the tile, slippery, tilting your head all the way up to the blurry ceiling light.

"thats it baby girl you're doing so well." he cooed in your ear.

you fucked for an entire hour, it was so sour and the two of you couldn't get enough of it.

he tucked your dark toned hair back behind your ear before he dropped you, your body sliding against the wall slowly back down to the floor, you couldn't breathe. that was the sweatiest you've ever felt in your life.

you looked up to see him standing over you, chin down, dark blue eyes staring down at you in the sweetest misery, his dick right in your face.

your bare ass was spread on on the cold tile, pussy warm, and your legs we're exhausted.

you panted hard, swallowing.

cum was spread all over the clothes that were beneath the two of you. your brain felt like it was on fire, that was the best fuck you've had in a while.

his veiny wrists and hands were covered in your own slober and wetness.

you looked up at rafe trying to catch your breath, watching him try to get his slimed hand to move after such fingering.

he licked off his fingers and tutted.

"so you know, beautiful, that peircing of yours was what got me goddamn hard for you."

ⓒcopyrightpresley2023

[bestfriendsincethe3rdgrade]

Cried over this instagram live a few years ago now I'm gonna make it your problem 🥲

[stargirlie25]

i know kiara might have been a little bit of a pick me in season 1 to sarah but holy shit imagine how annoying it would be if you´re best friend who ditches you and made you return to your suicidal state NOW wants to hang out with the new friends you made because she finally realised her circle was useless and now shes with your male friend.

Listen i loved sarah in s1 and s2 but Kiara was always right. She didn't want sarah to hang out with them because she would hurt John b.

Although guess what KIARA WAS RIGHTT

In s3 sarah cheated on John b just like with her other 5 bfs so don't even say it was not expected.

Anyways i actually don´t care that she cheated on him because the only characters i truly like are JJ,Kiara,Pope and Cleo.

Kiara the pogue queen always on top.

[reecethegeek]

just rewatched the scene where jj takes the fall for pope and almost started crying like that man is IN LOVE

[supermentaleyeliner]

obx s4 e2 spoilers !!

can someone do the gif scene comparison X.0X x 4.02 thing with:

kie just coming up from the drain and everyone panicking & her showing the gun she found

&

jj and kie in the van with everyone panicking bc they got the bends & jj just mentioning that they found the anblem ("i was too busy dying" or something like that)

pls tell me you get what i'm talking about??

[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.

[readingismyhappyplacee]

JJ Put that Gun Away.

Summary: Summertime is full of fishing, fooling around and Keggers. NOT guns and stealing. What could go wrong? (Fanfic for OBX S1: Ep.1).

JJ Maybank x Reader Fanfic

Warnings: Use and mention of guns, swearing, mentions of drowning.

ALL RIGHTS to Josh and Jonas Pate and Shannon Burke for characters, plot and dialogue, etc. In some cases, scenes and dialouge altered to fit my own ideas. 

Y/N could hear the hooting and hollering of her friends from a mile away. The familiar brown Volkswagen van deemed “The Twinkie” howling along with the sound of their voices could be heard as it rounded the corner at the end of the street. Y/N smiled as she could see JJ’s head poking out of the side door, looking right at her.

“You’re going to have to jump in while it’s moving M’Lady! This vessel stops for no one!” JJ yelled at the girl in a funny voice. “Just bend your knees!”

“Uhh, actually JJ, this is our next stop. Did you forget she brought the drinks?” John B’s voice could be heard as the van screeched to a halt in front of her.

“Right.”

JJ and John B hopped out to grab the cooler full of drinks and food Y/N so kindly put together for todays venture. They loaded it into the already stuffed van. Y/N hopped in afterwards.

Soon enough the trio arrived at John B’s place. Unfortunately about nine months ago, John B’s father was lost at sea looking for a shipwreck and presumed dead shortly after. His mother and uncle are in other states, not even close to coming to the Cut. He’s been living by himself ever since and refuses to believe his father is dead until he finds his body. So now, the Château, as it’s called, is the base of operations. Free reign to do whatever a Pogue wants, whenever they want. 

JJ on the other hand, doesn’t have much luck either. The blonde has an abusive dad and no other family to support him. He’s finding it hard to get by with a minimum wage job and daddy issues. It’s amazing how tough he is, but Y/N understands that he has to be to get through day by day. The girl helps out when she can by offering her cleaning services, picking up the many beer cans and cigarettes in the house when Jake isn’t there and offering as much food to the boys as she can without her parents finding out. Luckily though, they all have each other and that’s the best thing they could ask for. 

Down at the dock, the boys load the cooler onto the boat and JJ offers Y/N a hand stepping in.

“M’Lady.” He bows, taking off his hat and putting it back on again. 

 A blush dances across her face, though it is unbeknownst to JJ, so she laughs to hide the truth of her feelings towards the boy. It was a rule the group had. No Pogue on Pogue macking. No matter how strong the feelings were. If it was true love or even soulmates, it was strictly forbidden. And even if it wasn’t a rule, she had no chance. JJ was hooking up with a new girl at every party and Kegger hosted lately. It was like he couldn’t get enough. So when he was flirty like that, there was no genuine meaning behind it. It was just JJ being JJ.

Hurricane Agatha had just blown over the Outer Banks, rocking the south side to shambles. As the three friends set off, more and more damage could be seen along the shoreline. Boats, docks, houses, fences - you name it. Every hurricane made the Cut look better yesterday.  

The boat approached the marina which was jostling with people on clean-up duty. At least it was bright and sunny today to put people in better moods than before. 

“Hi, Miss Amy, you guys make it through?” John B waves at a woman and her husband. 

“We’re still here!” She replied back.

JJ wiggled his eyebrows and smirked.

“She totally looked at me,” He said.

“Pfft. As if JJ. She wouldn’t even touch you with a 10 foot pole.” Y/N scoffed. JJ feigned hurt. 

“Ouch! Watch yourself Y/N, or I’m pushing you in!” 

The mess Agatha made was unimaginable. As if reading her thoughts JJ whistled out loud, “Agatha what did you do?” 

Pope, another member of the group could be seen filling a bucket with water at the end of his dock. He got stuck with clean-up too. Pope was the smartest of them all. The kid had a full ride scholarship to one of the state’s most prestigious schools. It was unknown why he chose to hang out with such a group of troubled teenagers. He was always so cautious and tense, like his dad was watching. I mean, Heyward was always watching.  

“Well, look who we have here.” John B mimics a radio. “We have a mandatory safety meeting, over.”

Pope stops what he’s doing, looking annoyed. John B slows the boat down. 

“I can’t. My pop’s got me on lockdown.”

“You’re dad’s a pussy, over.” That time it was JJ.

“Oh, I heard that one you little bastard!” 

Heyward. Pope’s father. Not the most approving of his son’s friends but he does his best to understand. Thankfully, Y/N’s parents are good friends with his family. “Hey Y/N, keeping these idiots in line?”

“I try to. It only works if they listen.” She smiles.

“We need your son.” John B interrupts.

“Yeah. And island rules: Day after a hurricane is a free day.” JJ adds.

“Now who in the hell made that up, son?”

“Uhhh… The pentagon I think? We have security clearance. I have a card.” 

“Do you really think I’m stupid. Do they think i’m stupid?” Heyward looks at his son. 

“I’ll do it tomorrow dad, I promise. I’ll help clean tomorrow.” Pope and his dad bicker back and forth and he slowly creeps towards the boat. Once Pope’s feet hit the deck John B accelerates forward.

“I promise i’ll do it tomorrow!”

“We’ll bring him back in one piece!” Y/N yells back.

All that could be heard is the cursing of Heyward and the gentle splash of the water against the boat towards the neck stop, Kiara. Kiara was Y/N’s best friend. Though she was born a Kook, she was a Pogue more than anything. Rich parents, fancy house and all the nicest clothes. She had all the best things. If she wasn’t with the friend group, she was out saving turtles or promoting some paper-straw activist type things online. Y/N was jealous that she seemed to always catch the attention of boys her age. Maybe she was prettier? More outgoing and funnier? Y/N thought she was enough to fit in, but sometimes it felt like Kie was always in the spotlight, for every boy. She didn’t dare tell her this of course, nothing good would come out of it. They are supposed to be best friends.

Kiara walked down the ramp. JJ greeted her in an Irish accent. He also held her hand as she got in. Y/N tried her best to conceal her face so she looked into her lap. 

“Hey, Y/N,” Kiara greeted, forcing Y/N to look up.

“Hey, Kie, how you holding up?”

“Oh ya know, hurricane lockdown things.” They both laughed. That was another reason she couldn’t hate her. She always greeted her first and made her feel included in every conversation. She couldn’t hate her even if she tried. 

John B picked up the speed of the boat as they headed out into the marsh. They cracked open some beer and for what seemed like the thousandth time, JJ tried out his “party trick.” 

“JJ, you know it never works.”

“Ah! You’re getting beer in my hair!”

Suddenly the boat came to a halt, sending JJ flying off the bow and into the water. Kiara and John B are sent to the deck from their seats.Y/N is halfway off the bow clinging for dear life after just standing up to get JJ to come down. Pope’s abdomen slams against the steering wheel. Groans from each teen are let out respectively.

“Jesus Pope.” Kiara blurts out what everyone is thinking.

JJ resurfaces with a loud gasp for air.

“I think my heels touched my head.” He moaned.

Y/N groans again sitting up and clutching her chest.

“Aw man that’s definitely gonna bruise.”

“I hit a sandbar. The channel changed. Sorry guys.” Pope felt bad.  He steps up onto the bow to get a better look at where to navigate. His expression turns to shock.

“Guys! I think there’s a boat down there.”

“Yeah right!” 

“No, no. For real, I’m not kidding.”

JJ swims over to get a better look while the rest of the gang almost tip the boat, looking in the direction of where Pope was pointing.

“Shit let’s go!”

Y/N peels off her jean shorts and tank top before diving into the water to join JJ. The rest follow suit. With one huge breath, Y/N submerged herself underwater with the rest of her friends. Even in the murkiness of the water, an unmistakable outline of a Grady White is seen. Whoever’s boat this was they are probably looking for it, that is, if they’re even still alive. Y/N swims inside, a powerful swimmer and certified diver, she looks for any signs of who this boat belongs to. Nothing.

The friends resurface. Gasping for air but in obvious excitement about the discovery. 

“That’s a Grady White!” JJ exclaims. “A new one of those is like five hundred grand. Easy.”

They all laugh, climbing back onto the boat. 

“That’s the boat I saw when I surfed the surge!”

John B suddenly remembers.

“You surfed the surge?” Y/N and Kiara ask together. “Jinx.”

“That’s my boy! Pogue style!” JJ high fives his best friend.

“Seriously John B that’s dangerous! “ Y/N exclaims. “What the heck!”

“Wait, guys, do we know whose boat that is?”

“I tried to get a good look, but it’s too deep.” Y/N said. “Give me the anchor.”

John B rummages through a compartment in the deck, handing Y/N the anchor.

“Payback !” JJ screams, pushing the girl into the water.

She shrieks as she plummets into the water.

“JJ that wasn’t nice!” Kiara scolds. 

“Hey, she asked for it earlier.” He shrugs it off. 

Y/N swims the path towards the boat, attempting to get a better look at anything more than she already saw. She spots a key dangling from a pole near the steering wheel, but struggles to get it unhooked.

Meanwhile, the four friends stand worried. “She’s been down there a while man, should I go get her? JJ asks. 

“Nah she’s got this. Believe in her.”

JJ frowned, worry evident on his face. Pope noticed.

“You like her!”

“What- no! I don’t like anyone, especially not her! Remember rule number one?”

“Liar!”

“I’ve been waiting for someone to bring that up! Finally!” Kiara chimed.

“We’re just friends okay guys? Nothing more. Now shut up.”

“Jeez JJ you’re blushing so hard it looks like you have a sunburn!” John B teased.

“I said shut up!”

JJ couldn’t be more thankful Y/N was underwater right now, even if she may be drowning. It’s true he may have a bit of a crush on her, but he knew the rules. Instead, he uses other girls as distractions from the fact.

The sound of the topic-of-conversation girl breaking the surface brought JJ back to real life.

“I found a key!” She managed to say between breaths.

JJ and his friends breath sighs of relief. No CPR was needed. He went to the edge of the boat, effortlessly pulling her up towards him. She lost her balance slightly but he grabbed her waist to steady her. The action did not go unnoticed by the rest. JJ quickly jumped backwards like he stepped in a fire. Y/N shot him a puzzled glance but said nothing.

“I think it’s a motel key.” She said, drying herself off with a towel. 

“Great. A damn key. “ JJ scowled. He was hoping for anything worth some cash.

“Guys I think we should report this to the coast guard, maybe get a finders fee?” Kiara pointed out.

“Yeah, then we don’t have to work all summer.”

The crew headed back into town to go report the wreck. The sun was beginning to set ever so slowly and the warm glow illuminated Y/N’s face as she stared off into the horizon.  

“What’s on your mind, sunshine?” JJ sat next to her for the first time after his awkward moment.

Y/N was surprised he called her a nickname she’s never heard of. 

“I haven’t heard that one before.” 

“I think it suits you.”

“Thanks JJ.”

The girl avoided the question, not wanting to tell him he was the one on her mind all of the time. She waited in the HMS Pogue while the others attempted to talk to someone about finding the sunken boat. With the recent hurricane and the damage it created, many people were lined up with complaints. Her friends came back quickly with another plan.

“The motel? Are you crazy?” Pope said.

“I call lookout.” Y/N said.

“Me and JJ will check it out.” John B suggested.

When the group arrived at the motel, it appeared very run down, and not just by the hurricane. 

“This isn’t exactly 5 stars.” 

“Yeah, it looks like a place someone with a Grady White would get killed.” Pope shuddered.

JJ and John B jumped to shore. Not wanting to draw attention to the rest do the group, the trio left pretended to be hanging out and talking. 

“Be careful.” Kiara spoke softly to John B.

Last Y/N heard was something about a mattress.

“Be sooooooo careful John B.” JJ teased as they searched for the matching room number.

“Ever since she heard you were on exile she’s told you to be careful. Oh, give me that John D already. Why don’t you hop on that man?”

John B scoffed. 

“You know the rules. No Pogue on Pogue macking. And don’t get me started on you and Y/N.”

“I don’t like her I told you this already.”

“Like hell you don’t dude. You’re always looking at her.”

JJ glared at his best friend. He licked his lips.

“Okay, c’mon man of course I’m looking at her, she’s hot. Can we forget about the rules?”

John B stopped in front of room 229 and stayed silent, fumbling with the keys.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

“You need help. Like, serious help.”

“Still a yes! Housekeeping!” JJ said in a high-pitched voice. With no response, the boys entered the room. 

Down below, the trio on the boat were having a similar conversation. 

“Do you have a thing for John B?” Y/N asked her best friend.

Pope looked away from the motel to look at Kiara’s facial expression, amused by Y/N’s blunt question. Kiara rolled her eyes and stood up. 

“I don’t. I’m just worried about him. The whole foster thing must really suck.” 

“And you’re not just worried about him in a different way?” Y/N suggested, grinning.

“Oh my god stop it! I don’t! And how about JJ, everyone knows-“

“Guys, cops! Cops!” Pope interrupted. 

In the small parking lot full of debris, the sheriff’s pickup truck could be seen pulling in and stopping. Y/N groaned. 

“Why does my dad have to ruin everything!”

Deputy Shoupe and Deputy Plumb exit the car and talk with a man nearby. They start pointing to the second level of the motel, exactly where JJ and John B were. 

“We have to warn them.” Kiara said. She jumps off the boat and books it to the side of the motel. Pope and Y/N exchange glances before following, trying not to be seen by Y/N’s police officer father. Staring up at the window, the stress begins to set in.

“Okay stand back.” Pope said, picking up a rock. He looked up at the window and threw it. The rock barely made it halfway up before gravity brought it back down again. 

“Didn’t you ever play baseball?” Kiara pegged.

Y/N laughed.

“I was on the math team!” He whisper-yelled back.

Kiara also tried to throw a rock but missed. She tried it again and it made a loud ‘tink’ sound against the glass. Y/N picked up one and it did the same. JJ and John B’s faces could be seen through the blinds almost instantly.

“Cops! There’s Cops! Cops!” The friends on the ground simultaneously whispered and pointed at the entrance to the room. The boys could be seen scrambling in the room. The three friends sprinted to the boat, ready to leave at any second.

“Should we peel?” Kiara asked. 

“No! Never leave a Pogue behind.” Pope said.

“Guys look! They’re on the awning!” Y/N pointed.

JJ and John B were in fact on the small ledge of the awning on either sides of the window. Their positions looking very uncomfortable. JJ laughed silently while John B used his pointer finger to tell the rest of the group to be quiet. 

The boys were up there for a while until suddenly something fell out of JJ’s pocket, hit the awning and fell to the ground a few feet down. John B visibly cringed. The blinds to the window retracted and Shoupe’s figure looked outside. Pope, Y/N and Kiara quickly attempted to look away and act like they weren’t involved. 

“This is gonna be tough to explain later.” Y/N sighed.

Theslamming of a door caught their attention as the officers began to leave.  Shoupe handed a duffel bag to the other officer. Before leaving, Shoupe came towards the boat. Y/N glanced at her friends’ position at the window, then back at her dad before he noticed her staring. 

“Hey, sweet pea, what are y’all doing here?” He looked between the three of them.

“Uhhh.. Hey Dad I didn’t see you here!”

“My aunt was visiting and staying here. We just came to check on her. We were just about to leave.” Pope interjected. 

“Yeah, Dad. We wanted to make sure she was okay. What are you doing here?”

“Ah, someone reported missing. Just like after every hurricane. Doing my part to make sure there’s no dead bodies around.” He chuckled like what he said was normal. It was obvious where Y/N’s bluntness came from. Y/N awkwardly laughed, hoping to speed this conversation up.

“Did you find anything?”

“Nah. Just an empty motel room.” 

“Cool.”

“I have to go. See you later honey. Stay out of trouble kids!” Shoupe saluted and walked back to the truck. JJ and John B made their way down after a few minutes to make sure the coast was clear. 

“Holy shit, man. That was crazy!” JJ exclaimed., jumping into the boat with John B on his tail. Pope pulled away from shore and back out towards the exit. 

“Why did he lie about taken things from the room?” Y/N asked. No one was sure. 

“Did you guys find anything?” Pope asked the boys, changing the subject. 

“Did we find anything?” JJ repeated. He pulled out a stack of money and a gun. The biggest grin was on his face. Y/N moved away from him.

“Are you insane?” She yelled.

“I’m going to lose my scholarship.” Pope moaned.

“It’s better than the cops having it!” JJ reasoned.

“No it’s not, dude! Anyone else that’s not you is better.” 

JJ grabbed Pope and put the barrel to his mouth in a “shush” motion. Pope pushed him off.

“I’m living a nightmare.”

The group found their way back to the marina. As they were offloading there was a commotion with another large boat. Paramedics and the police were surrounding a man that looked to be dead. A dead body. As they were wheeling the body away from the boat, a woman ran frantically towards it. 

“Scooter! Scooter!” She yelled. She clung to the man, caressing his face and assessing his condition. She broke down into tears. It was Lana Grubbs.

“Who’s that?” Y/N asked her friends.

“That’s Scooter Grubbs.” A random girl next to them chimed in. “He was out during the storm. Check out this pic I got. Dead body.” She bragged. She pulled out her phone and began to show a close up picture of the man being wheeled away in front of them. Y/N shuddered. Was that who her dad was looking for? 

“What type of boat did he have?” JJ asked the girl.

“Somehow that dirtbag copped a brand new Grady White.”

The friends glanced between each other silently. Y/N looked at JJ and found that he was already looking at her. She gave him a look asking for more information but he just shrugged.

“Everyone’s out looking for it.” She added. 

Back at the Chateau, Pope was telling everyone to keep their mouths shut about the situation. His panicked look on his face was enough to let everyone know he was terrified. 

“We all have complete and total amnesia, okay?”

“For once I agree with you Pope. Deny, deny, deny.” JJ said.

“We can’t keep that money,” Kiara said. “It’s bad karma.”

“She’s right you know, it doesn’t belong to us. It belongs to Lana Grubbs,” Y/N added. 

“Not everyone can afford unlimited data plans, ladies.” They rolled their eyes.

“Look, JJ I’ll help you out a little more this week if we just return the money.” Y/N’s tone softened, trying to reason with the blonde. He looked at her, silently adoring how she worried about him. 

“Let’s go dark.” Pope said.

“If it means I get to keep the money, I’m in.” 

John B finally spoke up. 

“I don’t agree.” He said. “This is Scooter Grubbs we’re talking about. Same dude that buys individual cigarettes. Shit, one time I saw him begging for change in front of the Save-a-lot because he needed gas! This guy has never had more than forty bucks in his pocket and all of a sudden he’s got a Grady White? Just saying.”

“I need a break from you guys.” Pope moaned, standing up to walk to the dock. 

“Look, Pope, how does a guy like Scooter get a Grady White?”

“Prostitution?”

“Square groupers bro. Flying under the radar, no aerial surveillance, they don’t do that stuff during a hurricane.” John B reasoned. “What does that mean, JJ?”

“They were straight smugglin’.” He grinned. 

“I’m guessing there’s a crap ton of contraband on that boat.” Y/N added. 

“Okay so if there was that kind of stuff on board, and it belongs to someone, they’re going to come looking for it, right? So taking it would be catastrophically stupid.” 

“You’re right.” JJ said. “But stupid things have good outcomes all the time. All we need to do is find a way to get into that cargo hold of that wreck and then lay low.”

“And how exactly do we do that?” Pope asked.

“Kegger?” Kiara proposed.

Y/N had went over to Kiara’s house to steal an outfit for the night. 

“Red or pink?” She asked Kiara. 

“Red. JJ won’t stop staring at you if you don’t.”

“C’mon Kie, stop teasing. You and me both know he doesn’t like me like that. Look at all the women he hooks up with. You don’t see me on the list.”

“Fine! Don’t listen to me! But open your eyes girl!”

Y/N was mad that Kie was playing with her feelings. She knew that JJ would never think of her like that. Was she not telling her something?

“I’m a police officer’s daughter Kie, no guy wants to talk to me.”

Within an hour, the group had gathered all the materials for the Kegger and met at the Boneyard. Y/N spotted JJ up ahead. His blonde hair unmistakably glistening in the sunset glow. She wondered if he would talk to her tonight or take off with another new girl. Once down to the sand, the keg was set up and ready to go. John B started filling up cups of beer for everyone. Soon, a crowd started to form. The boneyard was a mix of three crowds, the Pogues, the Kooks and the Tourons. The Tourons are just kids here on vacation with their families for the summer. As the night progressed, Y/N found her place with a group of Pogues she knows from school. The group was laughing around a fire, retelling a story about how a teacher was caught making out with a student after class. The principal found them and he was fired right away. The kid only got a 3 day suspension. Y/N felt someone sit next to her.  She looked to her left. A boy around her age with curly brown hair and a lanky stature smiled at her. A Touron. 

“Hi. I’m Dean.” He greeted. “I’m not from here and you look pretty friendly enough to talk to.”

This made Y/N laugh.

“Why thank you. I’m Y/N. Welcome to the island.”

She shook hands with the boy jokingly. She could feel the effects of the alcohol she was drinking starting to flow through her body. 

“Another beer?” Someone with a keg asked.

Y/N accepted the beer with a grateful smile then turned back to Dean.

“So, new guy, where you from?”

“San Fran. I’m a long way from home.” He smiled. “My moms friend recommended it here, but too bad there was a hurricane. Cut our holiday in half. We head back in a few days.”

“Ah, big city guy. I could tell, you all have the same vibe.” She teased. 

“Hey! I’m officially offended.” 

She laughed. “Sorry about Agatha though, really, she was a real pain in the ass.” The two continued to talk about random things. Y/N thought that he was a nice boy to talk to, but he wasn’t JJ. 

“See, those are my best friends over there.” She pointed out Kiara and John B. Then a little ways over at Pope. She couldn’t find JJ. “We do everything together.” Y/N was five drinks in. Maybe six. She lost count. Not once did this boy try to make a move on her. At first she was thankful because it is always awkward trying to tell them no, but at the same time her heart sunk because it’s always been that way. There was no way he knew she was the daughter of a cop. He doesn’t live here. 

“So, Y/N do you have a boyfr-“ Dean’s sentence was cut off when Y/N suddenly stood up to the the sound of JJ’s voice. He sounded like he was in an argument.

“You’re so funny man!” She heard him yell.

Over to the right of where she sat she could see Sarah Cameron and her no-good boyfriend Topper, along with the rest of her friends. JJ did not look happy. None of them did. 

“Sorry. I’ll be right back. I’m just going to check up on my friends. They seem a little drunk.”

As she approached the commotion, Topper called them “dirty Pogues.” That term set John B off. He  forcefully shoved Topper backwards, causing him to stumble. Topper looked shocked and then lunged forward and threw a punch so hard at John B’s face that it looked like it would knock his teeth out. John B fell against the sand, unable to stand up. 

“Babe! Babe!” Sarah attempted to stop her boyfriend from causing any harm, but it was no use,Topper hated Pogues. Topper continued to kick John B until he reached the edge of the water. 

“Hey John B, don’t make me do what happened to your old man, all right?”

The crowd around began to chant for them to fight. 

“Stop!” Y/N screamed at them, rushing in. JJ held her back, shaking his head no. If it wasn’t for the situation it would’ve felt like a hug. 

“Guys stop!” Kiara hissed at Topper and John B.

John B mustered up enough to stand again and used his momentum to tackle Topper into the shallow tide. Both attackers now soaked from the cool water.

“Let him go John B!” Pope yelled. 

They continued to throw punches at the others abdomen and back. John B was able to land a few good hits. 

“That’s what I’m talking about!” JJ cheered.

Topper and John B continued to trade hits. Unfortunately, Topper was able to gain the upper hand and slam John B into the water face first. He then got on top of him.

Sarah and Kiara began to scream. JJ had never looked so frightened in his life for his best friend.

“JJ do something!” Y/N screamed at him. JJ looked torn. He ran towards Topper and John B and pulled out the gun.

“No JJ!” Y/N called after him, terrified. 

JJ rested it on the crown of Toppers head after he cocked it.

“Yeah, you know what that is. Let him go.”

The crowd of people started screaming and dispersed ridiculously fast after spotting the gun. 

“JJ put the gun down!” Y/N tried again.

“Okay, okay we’re good man!” The anxiety in Topper’s voice was evident. He rose with his hands in the air. 

“Everyone listen up! Get the hell off my side of the island!” JJ screamed at the top of his lungs. He rose the gun in the air and shot it twice to prove that he was in control. Sarah and Topper ran off. Y/N covered her ears. She was terrified of guns after her mother was shot on duty when she was a thirteen. Y/N had never been told the full story but the tale left it’s mark. Mrs. Shoupe has since retired from being a police officer and chose to write books instead. A very drastic career change. 

“Y/N!” Dean yelled at her. “Let’s leave!”

Dean was standing alone in the middle of the sand. He had waited for her to make sure she was okay, not knowing that JJ was her friend since she couldn’t find him when she was pointing them all out earlier.

“Who the fuck are you!” JJ pointed the gun at Dean. Dean put his hands in the air to show his surrender. 

“Woah, woah man! I come in peace! Please!”

“JJ stop!” Y/N screamed. 

“I said, who the fuck are you?!”

“I’m just here visiting the island! My name is Dean!” 

JJ looked at Y/N, but put the gun down, finger still on the trigger. Dean visibly sighed of relief.

“How do you know him?” 

“I-I met him earlier at the fire. JJ you’re scaring me with that please you know I hate them.” In the heat of the moment, JJ has totally forgotten your fear of guns. His demeanour changed completely. He put the gun back in his pocket and threw his hands on his forehead in frustration. Y/N huffed at his behaviour. She saw a different side of JJ tonight. One that she was not used to. He scared her and their friends and she just needed to go home. It’s been a long night. She looked her friends in the eye.

“Get some sleep guys, and make sure John B is alive.” She gestured to the boy who was halfway in the water. She gave on last glance to JJ before turning back up the trail with Dean right behind her. She burst into tears. Her crying heard by JJ as he watched her figure until she disappeared into the darkness. Y/N had hoped he would have at least apologized.

After last night Y/N woke up feeling anxious and upset. The image of JJ holding a gun haunted  her memory. She knew it wouldn’t just go away. She remembered Dean walking her home and asked for her number before he left to go back to his hotel. She politely declined saying a mere ‘it’s complicated.’ He understood and said he was glad she was safe. He gave her his just in case she changed her mind. A text on her phone rung softly on the bedside table. She picked it up and a short text from Kiara read:

‘Hey I know after last night you don’t want to see JJ, but we need someone that knows how to dive. We’re searching that boat today and you’re the only one that knows how to properly dive and has the equipment. You in?’ 

‘Will he promise to get rid of the gun?’

‘No promises :(‘

Y/N groaned in her bed. Typical JJ. A knock on her door perked her up. Her father walks in, wearing his uniform.

“Hey sweet pea, I know sometimes it’s hard to be a dad and a police officer at the same time,  but I know there was a gun used last night at that party. Do you know who had possession of it?” 

Y/N froze in a silent panic. She couldn’t throw JJ under the bus like that, even if guns scared her. He would never forgive her and she would most likely never see him again. 

“Uhh, no I was over on the other side of the fire. When the crowd of people started running saying that there was a gun I ran too. You know I hate them.” She tried her best to sound convincing. Sometimes her father was intimidating. He gave her a raised eyebrow.

“You sure? It sounded like it was one of your Pogue friends.”

“No they were all with me around that time.”

He hummed, definitely not satisfied with her answer.

“Well, the Sheriff already told me she knew who it was but didn’t give me his name. I figured you’d know who it was.” He paused, choosing his words carefully. “Now, I don’t think the island is safe right now, so I need you to make smart decisions. No parties, no boats, no beaches and no hanging out with your little Pogue friends for a while. I don’t think they are very good influences.”

“Dad you can’t do that!” Y/N cried. “They’re my friends! I don’t care about the parties but that’s just not fair!”

“It’s what’s best. A man was found dead yesterday and I don’t need you being the next. The marsh is closed until we can find that sunken boat and any clues leading toward the investigation. I better see you here when I get back.” 

And with that, Victor Shoupe was out the door without a final glance towards his daughter. His heavy footsteps heard as he descended the stairs.

“You could have at least closed the door!” Y/N got up with a huff, slamming it hard enough to prove she was upset. He was right about one thing, having a police officer father was hard. She raced back to her phone, tapping on Kiara’s contact.

‘Bad news. Dads got me on lockdown saying it isn’t safe right now. He said the marsh was closed so if we’re doing this it’s gotta be fast. Gotta sneak around my mom to get the gear.’

Luckily, Y/N’s mom was locked away in her study, like usual. It was one room she was never allowed into no matter the circumstance. She had caught glimpses at it, but not long enough to make out what she does in there. Sometimes she would walk by and hear her aggravated sighs and hear frantic typing on her laptop. She figured it was just her working on a new novel and writer’s block. Everything about that room was a secret to her. Even her father rarely entered. Y/N changed into her bikini and jean shorts before sneaking down the stairs after she heard her father leave and the pickup truck pull out of the driveway. Avoiding the study, she ducked out the back door to avoid being seen through the window at the front of the house. The diving gear was kept in their small shed in the backyard. Half of the memorabilia, toys and tools in here hadn’t seen the light of day in years. With her parents so focused on their careers they never surfed or gardened since she could remember. After her mother was shot, life had never been the same. It seemed like her dad  was trying to prove that he has what it takes to become Sheriff one day and that her mother had to prove to the world that she is interesting enough to buy her books. Why was there anything to prove? None of her books made bestselling titles except for her autobiography of her life as a detective, wife and mother. She wrote mystery novels now. How fitting. 

The shed was unlocked. After locating the box of diving gear, she double checked that there was a mask and an oxygen tank before lifting it off the shelf and sneaking around the house again. She hopped in her car, thankfully parked on the street before making her way to the Chateau, not ready to see JJ. 

The boat ride out to the wreck was silent. The tension between Y/N and JJ could be felt from everyone around them. As John B came to a stop, Y/N brought out her gear, getting ready to hop in. John B threw out an anchor. 

“Fuck. This tank is a quarter full. I guess it really has been that long. I don’t even know if this is safe.” Y/N said, displaying her thoughts out loud.

“Great, I love it when a plan comes together.” Pope said sarcastically.

“It should only be... “ She looked down at the boat below. “25 minutes if that boat is 30 feet down. I just have to mark a safety stop.”

With that she took a ribbon from the gear box and her shorts off and plummeted into the water. 

“That was hot.” JJ blurted.

The friends rolled their eyes. Y/N resurfaced and jumped back into the boat. 

“Okay I tagged about ten feet down the anchor line. It’s where I’ll do my safety stop.”

For the first time since last night, JJ spoke to Y/N.

“Okay, when you’re down there, you’re going to look for the cargo hold. You stick this thing inside and twist and pull, okay?”

Y/N nodded, grabbing the key from JJ. She was still waiting on that apology. 

“See ya in a few!”

She placed the mask over her face, saluted to her friends and jumped into the water. The water in the marsh was murky, but the outline of the boat was evident amidst the cloudiness. 

Above water, the sound of police siren whooped through the air. 

“Oh shit it’s Y/N’s dad!”

“Just act frickin’ natural!” 

“Evening, officers.” 

“Evening.” Shoupe said in an assertive tone. He threw Pope a line to tie the boats together. The other cop from the motel raid was with him. 

“How you kids doin’? You know the marsh is closed?” He asked.

“No.”

“No, wow.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“Why- why was it closed?”

The friends tried to act as normal as possible. Their attempts feeble. 

“We’re conducting a search out here. Boat went down. Seen anything?”

A collective round of ‘no’s’ came from the group. Shoupe didn’t seem terribly convinced. JJ suddenly remembered that Y/N was down there, using more and more oxygen by the minute. He prayed she wouldn’t pop out of the water anytime soon. Another situation with bad timing.  The others seemed to realize too, attempting to hide their agitation from the officers. Shoupe noticed this.

“I’m going to uh, check your little boat out.”

“You wanna check, uh check her out, yeah.” John B stuttered. 

“Thank you.” 

Shoupe made his way into the boat. He glanced at each of the teenagers faces.

“You got any more of these?” He asked, holding up a life jacket.

“Yeah, yeah. There’s more in the hold.” 

Kiara stood up so he could look under the seat. 

JJ pulled out three more life jackets.

“Yeah, here you go.” He said.

Shoupe nodded sternly. He looked out onto the water, suspicious. He made his way to the bow of the boat.

“Be careful. You don’t want to slip.” Pope commented. Shoupe placed his sunglasses on, scanning the water for anything out of the ordinary. The sunset made it hard to search, creating a glare of colour on the surface. 

“All right.” He concluded. “Beautiful day.”

“Sure is, sir.”

“Let us know if you see anything on your way out.”

“Will do.” Replied JJ and Pope. 

“We’ll be gone soon sir.” 

“Yes you will.”

Shoupe got back into his boat and drove away. When he was out of sight, the group rushed to the side, worried for the girl who was underwater. 

“She’s definitely out of air.” Pope said. 

“There she is!” JJ yelled.

“Oh god! Jesus Christ!”

Y/N gasped for air loudly and desperately. She pulled the mask off and swam towards the boat.

“How’d it go down there?” John B asked. “Did you find anything?”

Unable to speak properly, Y/N tossed a black bag she scavenged onto the deck near JJ’s feet. He grabbed it immediately.

“Hell yeah!” He said. 

Y/N climbed the ladder, still short of breath.

“Yeah, you’re dad was here, but we took care of him.” Pope told her. Y/N let out an exasperated laugh. 

“Gotta, get back, before he does.” She said between breaths. She sat down tiredly. 

Kiara suddenly shifted.

“Hey, guys? Bogey at two o’clock.”

“What?”

A white boat was approaching the Pogues fast. Two men were on board. No one recognized it.

“Who is it?”

“I don’t know but let’s not stick around to find out. JJ get the bowline.” John B instructed. JJ tried to pull the anchor up as fast as he could. 

“Guys don’t wait up for me!” He yelled.

“Let’s go!” Kiara added.

The boat did not slow down. John B started up the boat and headed into the marsh. The mysterious boat and its occupants turned to follow them. 

“They’re following us!”

Y/N turned around at the same time the passenger began to pull out a gun. Her eyes widened.

“Gun! They’ve got a gun!” She alerted her friends before ducking down to avoid the line of fire. The first shot was sent out, narrowly missing John B who was intent on driving the boat as fast as he could. The rest of the gang lowered to the deck. JJ instinctively covered Y/N as best he could, shielding her from any potential bullets. He remembered her fear of guns this time.  

“John B, get down!” He yelled at his best friend. 

The perpetrator opened fire a second time. The boat was gaining on them.

“Oh my god we’re gonna die!” Pope yelled.  A third shot rung out. 

“Shit! Pope, move!” Kiara said, standing up to reach the net at the back of the boat. Another bullet flew by.

“Kie get down!”

Kiara ignored John B’s plea and threw the net behind the boat. A loud noise could be heard as it wrapped within the prop of the boat behind them. It slowed to a stop. Angry shouts of the two men could be heard as another shot flew after them. The Pogues drove to safety.

Back at the Chateau, John B grabbed the mystery bag and plopped it onto the dock. Y/N was still shaken up by the recent events, opting to be silent. JJ helped her off the boat in her shaken state. 

“What do you think is in it?”

“Gotta be money right?”

“Can we please just open the bag!” Pope ushered.  “You guys are literally killing me with anticipation.” 

John B opened the bag to take out another bag. He opened the drawstrings to reveal a metal cylinder. Y/N watched with eager eyes behind JJ. She hoped her efforts weren’t for nothing. 

John B unscrewed the end of the cylinder and dipped it upside down into his hand. A compass fell into his palm. He froze. 

“Oh, great job everyone! We found a compass.” Pope stated sarcastically. JJ looked disappointed.

“Sorry Y/N, looks like you almost drowned for a stupid compass that’s not worth anything.”

Y/N frowned while John B laughed.

“This was my father’s.” 

Any feedback appreciated. :) Let me know if I should continue! <3

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But I miss the days when OBX was just released the feelings were just too good

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Fanfic inspired by Fanart Pt3

All credits to Art goes to @yukswl0v3

So i want to make this one really angsty cos i want to see Kiara comforting JJ-I also wanted John B in this sooo....

I'm gonna set this in S1 Ep7 the hot tub scene but after

After staying wrapped in each others arms- the water from the hot tub splashing on their skin, Pope and Kiara decided that They need to get JJ dry and comfortable.

Pope lets go as he starts speaking quietly as to not scare JJ, "Hey, J c'mon let's go inside"

JJ whimpers as he buries his face into Kie's shoulder.

"You're okay, you're okay" Kiara whispers.

They slowly get out Pope and Kiara both holding JJ's hands because he insisted.

As they place JJ on the couch , Pope leaves to get some towels whilst Kiara let's JJ rest his head on her shoulder.

"I was gonna kill him"

"Screw family, we're friends"

"I can't take him anymore"

Kiara closes her eyes trying to stop hearing JJ's broken voice. She has to stay strong for JJ.

Pope returns with two towels and hands them to Kiara.

Together they dry JJ-Pope using one of the towels to dry JJ's arms and torso whist Kiara uses the other one to dry JJ's hair.

Then Pope helps JJ get changed into oversized grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt whilst Kiara fixes John B's bed.

When Kie returns to the living room, JJ is crying again and Pope sits there looking hurt and stressed.

"What happened?" Kiara asks as she takes JJ into her arms again.

"He said he needs John B - I called him he's on his way"

Kiara nods as she tightens her grip on JJ.

10 minutes later, a breathless John B enters the house, making a beeline for JJ who is still sobbing.

He hugs the Maybank boy, mumbling things only JJ would hear. Pope says goodbye to them all, hugging JJ again before leaving.

Now the Chateau is quiet apart for JJ's soft snores who is currently asleep in John B's arms.

Kiara decided to stay making an excuse about not being able to deal with her parents but secretly it was because she couldn't leave JJ's side after what she had witnessed.

"How long did you know"

John B sighs- he knows what Kie is talking about.

"Since 4th grade"

"And you didn't tell anyone"

"Kie I-"

"He could have killed JJ! "Kiara shouts causing JJ to stir awake. John B whispers something to him making JJ feel safe enough to go back to sleep, then he glares at Kiara.

"This isn't okay, and you know it" Kiara says in a more quieter tone. "What would we do if JJ..."She wipes her tears away, feeling guilty.

She knows why JB didn't tell anyone because it would mean Foster Care on the mainland. It would mean no more JJ.

"I can't lose him, Kie"

Kiara looks up at John B and gives a small empathetic smile.

"You won't, no, we won't"

Sooo did anyone like this