#john b x sister!reader
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—how you get the girl 
pairing: jj maybank x fem!routledge!reader
summary: the pogues don’t seem to be on the same page at dealing with your break up
warnings: cussing, fighting
notes: this was originially planned as my get him back fic for the guts masterlist, but i realised, that it didn't really fit the theme, so i just finished it differently lol
chaotic is my favorite type of genre... so enjoy!!!
"shit" kiara bend down and grabbed the book that just came flying out of the window
"oh they aren't done yet" said pope, outstretching his hand and catching another flying book.
"should we.. say something?" sarah looked at her friends questingly
"hell nah" john b shook his head
"this is just normal behaviour for them" kie let herself fall down in the lounge chair
"normal?" asked sarah, before she screeched in shock, diving out of the way before the shoe could hit her
"yeah" shrugged pope "we're used to this by now"
"aren't you like scared that you sister will get hurt?" sarah turned her head to john b, who just shrugged
"she's the one throwing things"
"o-kay" sarah sat down beneath the window in the hope to not get hit with anything "i'm sorry that i'm just grasping that now, but aren't they like in a happy relationship? why don't they just break up if they don't get along?"
"they never break up" said kiara "they don't fight often, but when they do, it's over"
"believe me, you don't want to be near them when it happens" john b exchanged a look with pope "one time pope accidently walked in on them fighting and y/n screamed at him"
"she's worse than my mother" said pope and he looked like he was having war flashbacks
"he cried" concluded kiara
"oh wow" sarah nodded, slowly understanding what was going on
the group stopped talking as the door got opened and jj and y/n stepped outside.
"hey guys!" kiara smiled innocently and sarah quickly noticed that it was best to act as if they didn't hear what had been going on "how are you both?"
"oh just fine" you said, smiling at your friends "jj and i broke up"
"you did what?" john b leaned forward and kiara mirrored his shocked facial expression
"so.. this is not normal, yeah?" whispered sarah, leaning over to pope
"eh, this never happened before" replied pope while not taking his eyes off of the broken up couple, watching them like a hawk
"we decided that it would be best if we ended things" jj said shrugging "it's as simple as that"
"simple?" asked kiara and she looked like her eye was twitching
"yes..?" you asked, not quiet grasping why everyone was so upset about your break up
"you've been dating for the past four years" john b flailed his arms dramatically "you can't just break up!"
"of course we can" you argued "because we just did"
jj looked at the time on his phone, before he held it up in your direction. "it's half past two"
"alright" you stood up and followed jj off the patio
"wait, where are you going?" kiara looked between you both and the rest of your friends
"i'll take her to work and then help my cousin in the workshop"
no one said a word at that and you guys left.
pope looked between his friends, shock still evident on his face. "so this is the new normal?" he whispered
"relax, they can't hear you" sarah laughed and all eyes went to her. none of the other found anything remotely funny in that moment
"i jinxed it" murmured kiara "i told sarah that they never break up and look where it's gotten us"
"why do you freak out about this?" asked sarah confused "i mean, of course it's sad, but if they say it's for the better?"
"uncharted territory, baby" john b declared dramatically
"yeah" kiara nodded "they are happy for a long time, then they have a big fight, they make up, which is disgusting, but works and then.. rinse and repeat"
"you got used to them dating so we can just get used to them.. not dating, right?" sarah questioned
"it's not this easy" kiara shook her head
"yeah, they've been together since puberty started and i think that had a big impact on who they are now" john b explained
"that's ridiculous" sarah laughed "she's your sister, you know her better than anyone"
"i knew her when she was dating jj and before that when she was pining after jj" john b gasped "i don't think i know her without him in the picture"
"john b" sarah sighed. she couldn't really believe what was going on right now. the pogues had always been pretty chill and normal, well obviously not when it came to the dating life of their friends
"he's right" pope said, interrupting sarah's train of thought. "you know jj and y/n, sarah. they are pretty unpredictable, but while they were together they would calm each other down"
"now they are like two wandering fire hazards" kiara exclaimed
"okay" sarah sighed "when you're so worried" she thought for a second "why don't we split up and watch them until they are done with the break up and hopefully not co-dependent anymore"
"pope?" john b turned to the boy
"it could work" pope nodded "as long as we keep possible outbreaks to a down low and maybe keep them away from each other, no one will get hurt"
"you're talking as if they would actually errupt like a volcano"
"we aren't joking, sarah" kie looked to the boys "the week before they started dating, the chateau nearly burned down"
sarah just nodded silently, not quiet believing what she was hearing, she would change her mind pretty quickly
sarah and kie drove to the ice cream shop you were working at, while pope and john b watched visited jj at his cousin's workshop
"ladies" you smiled as you noticed kie and sarah sitting at a table you served.
"hey girl" kie smiled brightly and sarah send her a confused look, until kie slapped her arm
sarah made a surprised sound, before she quickly said the first thing she could think of "howdy"
you send her a puzzled look, before you left the menu "i'll be back in a few minutes to take your orders" then you left the table still watching them suspiciously
"howdy?" kie asked horrified
"it's the first thing that came to mind"
"this is gonna be a long day" kie murmured "hopefully the boys are better at this than we are"
pope and john b had managed to be even worse
"so..uh single huh?" pope outstretched his arm to lean against the car jj was working on, but underestimated the distance and nearly knocked the mirror off
"relax, okay?" john b whispered
jj got up from under the car "i guess, yeah"
"so how about a tinder account?" before jj could answer pope's question john b had elbowed him in the stomach. pope bend over
"okay, what going on with you? you are acting stranger than usual" jj looked from one to the other
"we're.. adjusting" john b explained
"yeah, you and y/n have been together for forever"
"hhm" jj nodded "we dated a pretty long time"
"yeah, you shouldn't just give up on such a long relationship"
"i don't know guys" jj walked around the car to open the hood "we decided this together and she seemed happy with the decision"
"i bet she's crushed and just didn't want you to know" pope argued
"yeah" john b nodded enthusiastically "you know y/n, she's always trying to be tough. she's with the girls right now, i bet she's feeling horrible"
"i just feel so relived, you know?" you were currently joining sarah and kie at their table while you were on your break. each of you devouring your ice cream.
"you go, girl!" sarah encouraged
"i mean the time we were together was amazing, but i just think we need to let it go"
"do you still love him?" kie asked leaning forward
"i guess" you shrugged "i don't think you can just stop doing that"
"i think you made the right decision" sarah nodded and kie send her a wide eyed look "you should know when a relationship isn't worth staying for"
"you're right" you looked at your phone to check the time "thanks guys, but i need to get back to work" you stood up from the table and walked back into the kitchen
"okay what was that?"
"what?" sarah "i just tried to help"
"by telling her she made the right choice?"
"she didn't?"
"yes…no" kie shook her head "i don't know, okay? what i do know is that it's always been y/n and jj as long as i've known them. they might seem fine, but nothing will ever be the same and they were really great together"
"that might be true, kie" sarah smiled emphatically "but we need to respect our friends decision. and when y/n thinks she made the right one then we have to trust her" kie nodded slowly "we cannot force them to upkeep a relationship, just because we are scared that their break up will destroy the friend group"
"you're right"
after your shift ended you left the shop together with kie and sarah, who had waited for you. "you really didn't have to wait for me" you smiled while you climbed in the backseat of kie's car.
"no problem" kie smiled
"we just want you to know that we're here for you" sarah turned around to look at you "to catch you if you should fall"
"o-kay" you breathed confused "why would that happen exactly?"
"are you kidding?" sarah laughed "you just left a long term relationship, no need to hold back your tears"
"i don't really do crying"
"alright" kie interrupted, before sarah could give you anymore unsolicited advice "let's just get you home"
"so you really think it's worth another shot?" jj stood infront of the flower shop. pope and john b to each side of him
"she will so happy to have you back" john b encouraged
"yeah, bet she's crying her eyes out right now" pope grinned
"bro" john b shook his head at the boy
"y/n doesn't cry" jj said absently his eyes on the yellow chrysanthemums "okay" he nodded "i'll do it"
"there you go brother" john b patted his shoulder while pushing him towards the entry
pope and john b waited outside the shop for jj to return, while jj was being advised by a girl that seemed to be working in the shop. pope snapped a quick picture of jj inside the flower shop and send it to kie
you were sitting on your bed in the chateau, while kie and sarah were preparing snacks for you in the kitchen. they had practically begged to wait in your room.
your eyes flew over the words on your book page, when a sudden sound peeked your interest. it was kie's phone that had just received a message. your curiosity got the better of you and you unlocked the phone.
pope had sent a photo of jj inside a flower shop a cute girl talking to him. your eyes grew big and then you noticed the caption that sealed the deal. how you get the girl
it was almost instantly that tears blurred your vision and you wiped them away in confusion. you turned kie's phone around and got up from the bed, sitting down on the floor in front of it, opening the drawer underneath it.
the drawer was filled with jj's things and memories of your time together. that made you cry even more. you grabbed the first hoodie you could find and pulled it over your head. then you sorted through all the stuff, your bedroom floor quickly being filled with things from your past.
"woah" sarah nearly lost her hold on the bowl of chips as she noticed you on the floor "seems like she does cry" she whispered in kiara's direction
"hey sweetheart" kie sat down on the ground beside you and opened her arms so you could crawl into them
"he's moving on so fast" you cried "i want him to be happy, but not with my favorite taylor swift song"
sarah and kie exchanged a confused look 'what is she talking about?' sarah mouthed, but kie just shrugged
"guys?" john b's voice could be heard from the front door "jj is with us"
the mention of his name made you cry even harder
"could you deal with that?" kie asked and sarah nodded, walking out of the room
"i don't think she should see you right now"
"what's wrong with her?" john b asked worriedly
"she's crying"
"y/n's crying?" jj put the flowers on the kitchen counter and tried to walk around sarah
"yeah" sarah shrugged "we told her the break up was the right thing to do and she seemed fine. but now she's crying her eyes out"
"y/n doesn't cry, sarah" jj seemed serious now
"you told her the break up was the right decision?" john b asked and sarah nodded
"we told jj the opposite" pope whispered loudly
"i can hear you" jj rolled his eyes "can i see her, please?"
sarah stepped aside and jj walked into your bedroom, followed by the rest of your friends
"y/n" he said as he noticed your crying form
you looked up at his voice and jj's heart broke as he noticed your sad expression, but then your face quickly changed. you seemed angrier than any of your friends had ever seen you. you got up and tried to charge at jj, luckily kiara could hold you back just before you were able to hit jj with an uppercut
"woah" jj raised his hands jumping back at your outbreak
"my favorite taylor swift song? really, jj?" you screamed and tried to free yourself from kie, but her hold wouldn't budge
"what are you talking about?" jj screamed back
"the flower shop girl" you cried "you obviously moved on quicker than i did"
jj send a panicked look in his friends direction. “how do you know about the flower shop?”
“so you admit to flirting with her?”
“no?” jj asked baffled “so?” he urged
“i read a text pope send to kie” you shamefully admitted, reaching for the phone on the bed and holding it in jj’s direction.
his eyes flew over the display quickly, looking at the photo and reading the caption. “how you get the girl, pope? really?” he was as angry as you had been a second ago and could now totally understand how you had misinterpreted the photo without it’s context
pope looked guilty. “he was getting flowers for you, y/n!” he tried to explain “i just took a photo without context but i was hinting the song at jj getting you back! you have to believe me”
you looked at the boy and saw the sincerity in his eyes. “i do” you nodded “where are they?” you turned your head at jj
“where is who?”
“the flowers” you rolled your eyes but he could see a smile forming on your face
“they’re in the kitchen”
you followed him out of the room, where he presented you with the flowers. “you got yellow chrysanthemums for me?” you said softly tears welling up in your eyes again
“i think you permanently changed her” he joked to pope, who smiled uncomfortably. jj turned back to you “of course baby, i would do anything if i can get you back. breaking up was the dumbest decision ever, don’t you think?”
“yeah” you laughed. “broke your heart i’ll put it back together” you whispered, leaning your forehead against his.
“i would wait forever and ever” jj smiled, and then he kissed you and all was well.
“and that, my friends, is how you get the girl” said sarah, crossing her arms happily, all while she ignored her friends protests at her not really seeing the importance of the situation like they had all begged her to at first. instead she just watched y/n and jj kiss and smile at each other.
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Rafe Cameron x Routledge!Reader
Summary: John B. Finds out about your boyfriend.
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"You're never going to guess what I heard," your brother says as he walks into the chateau, the first time you've seen him in two days.
"Where the fuck have you been?" You yelled. He hadn't answered his phone either. He'd been no contact for 48 hours.
"No, don't change the subject," he argued. Whatever was on his mind he clearly thought it was more important than his whereabouts from the last two days.
He hadn't made it easy on you. Being a few years older than John B had meant once your dad, Big John, had been presumed dead, lost at sea, you had custody of your brother. Every day had been a fight. Getting him to answer the phone, telling you where he was, he wouldn't do anything to let you know he was safe.
"Oh God, what's so important?" You say. You are tired of this shit.
"You dating Rafe," he tells and your face goes a shade paler than before. "Yeah I know, I got a text from JJ that you two were all over each over at the party last night," your brother said with a disgusted look.
"Okay, you would know if you actually spent any time here, or if we even spoke like actual siblings," you argued.
"I'm old enough," you cut off his argument.
" You are 16, and I am your legal guardian. Unless you get emancipated, I am in charge of you," you argue.
"Oh fuck off," he murmurs before storming out of the cabin. You hear his van start as he tears out of the driveway.
"I can't do this shit," you say as a tear slides down your cheek. It was all so impossible. John B wouldn't cooperate on anything, and rafe was all you had. But, pogues and kooks never got along.
You don't hesitate to grab your keys and drive to Rafes house. Even if he wasn't home, Sarah would be. You needed someone to tell you you weren't failing as miserably as you thought.
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"Baby?" Rafe asks as you slowly push open his door. He sees your tear stained cheeks and doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around you as he shuts his door.
"I'm failing this legal guardian shit," you mumble into his neck. You couldn't handle it. You weren't old enough to have a teenager to deal with.
"Hey, no you're not. Your brother is just taking advantage of you. He knows you won't do anything," Rafe comforts as he lays you both down on his bed.
"Thanks Rafey," you mumble as Rafe rubs soothing circles on your back.
No matter how much happened at home, you always had Rafe. Every time you and John B argued, Rafe was your safe place. It had been that way for so long, you didn't know what you would do without him.
"I don't think I could live without you," you day as Rafe wiles the tears off your cheek.
He gives you a bitter sweet smile," I'm glad we feel the same way," what you didn't know was that every time rafe got into a screaming match with his dad, you were there. You were his safe place without even fully realizing it.
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Reunion // Ghost of You
summary below cut to avoid spoilers for s3 ep1-3
let's jump right on in.
part of #obx3celebration
navigation -- series masterlist
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summary: after being rescued from your island paradise, you're unexpectedly ripped from the pogues and pushed straight into another fight for your life.
warnings: kidnapping, violence, cursing, minor character death
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The noise of an airplane propeller shook you from your sleep. Ever since you touched this island, you were sensitive to every little sound or movement. Sitting up sharply, you looked to see Pope doing the same. The two of you were quick to catch sight of the plane dancing in the clouds and started shaking friends awake.
“Guys, plane. Plane!” Shaking JJ’s shoulder aggressively, you collected your ratty shoes from the sand and ran towards the shoreline.
Taking a look back, you could see the uncertain expression on JJ’s face. In the time you all had spent on the island, he had made it abundantly clear that he didn’t want to leave. This was JJ’s element, his safe space. He was with you, his family, and they were making things work with scraps. This was the Full Pogue experience he had always dreamed of.
“Hey! We’re down here!” John B was suddenly next to you and waving his arms aggressively to draw any ounce of attention to your group. Pope and Cleo took off up the field to light a fire in hopes that the pilot would see.
A defeated sigh left your lips as the plane looked like it would continue on before making a last-minute change and turning.
“Guys, guys. He sees us!” Kie shook your arm in excitement.
“He’s gonna go to the pond. Come on, come on!” Your brother slung his shoestrings over his shoulders and grabbed Sarah’s hand to tug her along up the hill.
JJ caught up to your side as you guys jogged behind your friends. You could tell he was displeased. You tried to understand why he would feel this way, but part of you just wanted to go home. Watching the aircraft make a successful landing, your boyfriend let out a sigh.
“Come on.” His fingers were rough as they intertwined with your own. You squeezed, trying to give him some sort of comfort about the idea as you caught up with everyone.
The stairs of the cockpit lowered just above the water as a middle-aged man climbed out. He was quick to join in on the noises of celebration coming from Cleo, Pope, and John B. “Well, what do we got here?”
John B glanced back at your group before responding. “You know, just some castaways.”
“Well, I’ll cross that off my grocery list. Uh, hang on! I got just the thing for y’all.” He disappeared back into the plane for a moment. “Two things you need on a deserted island: first aid and rum!”
The bottle splashed in front of Sarah’s feet. She seemed distraught at the sight in front of her, no doubt fearing that her father may be involved in some way. You didn’t blame her. The constant feeling that you need to look over your shoulder was exhausting, but you were hoping it would change.
“So, what’s the story? You guys sank a boat?”
“Jumped off one,” You replied, watching as Sarah bent down to grab the alcohol out of the water. For some reason, you weren’t as hesitant to get out of here as you probably should’ve been. After a month or so of living like this, you would take the Chateau back in a heartbeat.
The pilot chuckled. “Well, have no fear. Jimmy’s here. I got you.”
Cleo cheered and threw her hands in the air. “Well, all hail Jimmy, guys! Let’s go.”
The pilot, Jimmy, welcomed you all as John B led the way into the plane. Kie gave you and JJ a look before following wordlessly. It seemed a little too good, but who were you to say anything?
You turned to JJ, taking the chance to check-in. “You okay?” Your hand rested on his collarbone, thumb tracing his jawline as you observed him. His whole body was tense; the fun demeanor you’d witnessed after cliff jumping yesterday disappeared without a trace. JJ’s expression was sharp when he made eye contact with you. Thrown off guard, you frowned and dropped your hands to your side.
“We said we’d never go back, remember? You said you wouldn’t. And here you are, running after a plane that would take us right back into hell?” He shrugged his shoulders before looking away. You were a bit surprised by his hostility, feeling like he was blaming you for everyone else climbing onboard.
“Who said we’re going back to the OBX?” You countered as you gestured towards the plane. “There’s no way that thing would fly that far anyway. We’re all gonna be together no matter what.”
JJ let out a heavy breath and refused to look at you. “You don’t get it.” He hauled his boots up before brushing past you to head after your friends into the aircraft. You turned on your heels, the fight leaving your body at the idea of him being so upset over leaving this place. There was no point in arguing right now.
With a huff, you climbed on board, thanking Jimmy for letting you all come before settling down between Sarah and Kie. The idea of being able to take a shower and put fresh clothes on was amazing right now, so you tried not to hold onto JJ’s poor attitude personally.
“So, what are you doing all the way out here?” JJ asked as the engine started up.
“I got a little guide outfit in Saint Vincent. I was spotting fish. You know, the usual. Wahoo,” Jimmy replied as he began flipping switches and steering. “I’d hang on to something. Gets a little spicy on takeoff.”
You shared a look with Pope, the two of you not big airplane people to begin with. Grabbing onto nearby straps, you clenched the fabric tightly. The plane jerked once before things steadied out and you could eventually see the water and island far beneath you from the sky.
Taking a deep breath, you leaned your head against the metal behind you in hopes that it would calm your racing heart. You were grateful for the opportunity to hopefully go somewhere a little better, but the lack of safety equipment in this plane made you nauseous.
“Wahoo don’t run in September. Ever, alright?” JJ’s voice broke you out of your self-induced trance. You opened your eyes to see him leaning toward your group as far away from Jimmy as he could get. “So, whoever this man is, he’s not a fisherman.”
“No, I know what this is,” Sarah said as if the answer was obvious, “He’s working for my dad, and he’s probably been looking for us this entire time.”
Pope considered the idea. “Alright, we gotta find out. Start looking for some sort of… clues.”
JJ and John B were quick to create a plan to distract Jimmy. While your brother busied himself with asking pointless questions, JJ dug straight into the satchel hanging on the seat. A few books tumbled into his hands. A photo slid out of the first one, Sarah being quick to grab it. You peeked over her shoulder to see a crisp clear photo of the Coastal Venture.
“This is the boat we were on, with Eberhimi and the cross,” She whispered.
“So he was looking for us?” Cleo asked as she got a look at the picture for herself. A nervous feeling built in your stomach at the thought of this man searching for you on purpose, maybe even for Ward’s bidding.
A sharp movement of the airplane had you all bracing for some stability as Jimmy called out about turbulence. Kiara looked over your shoulder out the window. You followed her gaze to the window where land was creeping into the blue of the ocean. “Whatever it is, it’s happening fast. Look.”
“That looks like Barbados. I’ve been there with Terrance,” Cleo piped up as the rest of your group observed what would most likely be the landing place.
“Okay. There’s six of us, one of him. You know my vote, we storm the cockpit.”
You gave JJ an incredulous look at his suggestion. “No, who’s gonna fly the plane, dumbass?”
“I’ve seen Pope fly simulators.”
“I crop dusted for my uncle last summer, that is not the same thing!”
The group continued to bicker back and forth before ultimately deciding the best option would be to land safely and book it as soon as you got the opportunity. John B was quick to start a conversation with Jimmy again so JJ could sneak the books back into the satchel. It seemed like all was well until the pilot happened to glance over his right shoulder, exactly where JJ was scrambling in his stuff.
The plane jerked aggressively as the boys broke into a fight. Screaming echoed around you with shouts to fly the plane overwhelming as you grabbed on for some sort of hold. The water was approaching rapidly when Jimmy finally turned back around in an attempt to save everyone. Admitting defeat, you closed your eyes tightly and braced against the wall when the first hit came.
The plane bounced across the ocean, sending the six of you into a mess of tangled limbs against the floor. Someone’s elbow jammed into the weak spot of your back as you cried out. The water started flooding the ground as you all scrambled for an escape.
“Everybody good?”
The cool liquid sent a chill up your spine once you finally found some footing. John B shoved the door open and crawled out first. You could barely see the people crowding the beach at the sight of the accident.
“They do not look friendly.”
You looked closer, noticing the weapons and vests they were wearing to separate them from casual observers. Slipping on the wet metal, you shifted through the water as everyone began scrambling from the singing airplane.
“Y/N, let’s go!”
You spared a glance back at where Jimmy was passed out in his seat. A tug pulled in your chest, the idea of leaving someone to drown not sitting well with you. Cursing to yourself, you pushed through the water to grab onto the pilot and tug him out.
“No, no, no. Y/N, let’s go!”
“Hurry!”
You ignored the shouts of concern and worked on tugging Jimmy into the open water. Your feet kicked as hard as possible to keep you both afloat as he slowly started coming to. You waited until the sand was under your feet and bystanders came to help to let go.
Coughing up water, you turned to glare at the man you’d rescued. “You lied to us.” Adrenaline was pumping through your system, the fear of what had happened taking over.
The sound of ATVs flooded your senses as you turned to look over your shoulder. The beach was crowded with a series of men, all in tan tactical gear, and all of them heading towards you.
“You should get out of here.”
Ignoring Jimmy’s useless advice, you took off up the shore in hopes that you could lose them in the mass of people. A rotting boat was taking up part of the shore but you quickly navigated through an opening to hide in the darkness of it.
You held your breath at the sound of footsteps, a pair of boots coming into view. As soon as the person’s eyes came a little too close, you lashed out and kicked him away from your hideout.
“She’s over here!”
“Shit!” Crawling as fast as possible, you moved through the sand in hopes to avoid the oncoming hands but fell short when a foot tripped your own. Sand clouded your vision as two sets of hands latched on to you and pulled you back up. “Let me go!” You yanked and struggled against them in a desperate attempt to free yourself.
Eventually, the back and forth became too much for the two men who resorted to picking you up out of the sand to move you into a waiting pickup truck. One of your attackers was quick to slide a thick black zip tie around your wrists, effectively ending any sort of backlash as they pushed you into the tailgate corner.
“We lost the others. We’ll keep searching.”
The words coming from the man’s radio brought you a slight bit of comfort knowing that the rest of the Pogues got away. You sagged against the side of the truck in exhaustion as the adrenaline began to seep away.
Jimmy suddenly popped into view, your anger quickly resurfacing at the sight of him. “I save your life,” You sneered.
“I know. I know. I’m sorry. I’m gonna try to help you, okay?” He sighed, “I swear. I didn’t know it was gonna be like this. Look, if you don’t fight, if you just do what they say, these guys prob… probably won’t hurt you.”
You shook your head and glared. “Because that’s so reassuring. What did Ward promise you?”
“Who?” He didn’t wait for you to answer the question and continued, “Hey, just take my advice and do what they say. Good luck.”
The truck engine started a second later, one of the guards climbing in the back with you before the vehicle took off. You groaned, tears fighting your eyes at the idea of being taken from your brother and your boyfriend once again. You were sick of this violence around every corner, sick of always being taken from your loved ones.
The sun was warm on your bare skin but did nothing to ease the anxiety building in your chest. You were not equipped enough to keep handling this shit by yourself. The drive continued until you took a right turn down a private road lined with palm trees, blocked with more guards. A watchdog circled the truck as the other guards surveyed who was in the vehicle before it was allowed through.
Surveying your surroundings, more guards, ATVs, and weapons were at every glance. Your heart sank, knowing there was no way you would be able to outrun everything on your own. One of the guards came to pull you out of the back once the truck came to a stop. You were led up to a large white-colored mansion, the sight of even more guards making you sick.
The front door opened to reveal a woman dressed in a maid-styled uniform. She took a brief glance at you before letting the both of you through. The foyer area was decorated with expensive artifacts and paintings as you walked. “Take her upstairs. The Orinoco Room.”
A different guard took place and pulled your elbow up the stairs and practically tossed you inside the room, only sparing a second to cut the ties around your wrists.
“Why am I here? Who are you working for?” You took a step back away, the idea of being locked in a room with no escape again haunting your mind.
“Dinner at eight. I’d clean up.” The door slammed and locked a second later without another word. Your feet stumbled backward until you collided with the bed frame. A sob choked through your throat as the memories became heavy, this feeling all too familiar to you. You didn’t even know if you could be rescued by the Pogues at this point. You were royally fucked.
An hour or two passed before you were able to get yourself out of bed to explore the room. A handful of identical dresses hung in the closet with a note to pick your size attached. Alarms went off in your head at the creepy aura surrounding the gesture before you dropped the paper to the carpet. Moving into the bathroom, a shower was 100% necessary first and foremost. If you were going to go headfirst into this by yourself, might as well clean up when you can.
The products in the shower had to have cost a fortune based on their looks and efficiency. As terrified as you were, this was much nicer than being trapped in the Cameron household endlessly. You took your time to get decent and explore the rest of the room. Dogs barked occasionally from outside, a reminder of the ever-present guards at every corner.
A sharp knock startled you back to reality as the housekeeper from earlier entered. “He’s ready.”
You didn’t question it, standing up and smoothing out the fabric of the dress as you followed her down the winding staircase. She guided you into one of the rooms connecting to the entranceway before leaving.
There was one other person in the room, dressed in a tux with their back to you as they poured liquor into a glass. You cleared your throat slightly. “Excuse me?”
Your heart dropped as the person turned around to reveal Rafe Cameron. A fresh buzz cut to his hair made him almost unrecognizable, but he still invoked the same horrible fear in you. This was slowly becoming your worst nightmare all over again. Chest tight with an approaching anxiety attack, you wondered what the hell you were going to do without John B and JJ.
“Y/N?” He looked shocked for some reason and quickly closed the distance between you as his expression shifted to one of anger. You immediately took a step back in return. “Are you trying to weasel in on my deal right now? Is that what’s going on?”
You stared at him for a moment while trying to process what the hell was actually happening. A voice from the other half of the room seemed to hear your thoughts. “I wondered if your little reunion would cause sparks, you know.”
The two of you turned simultaneously to the man who had spoken. He too was dressed in a suit, holding a glass of whiskey as he walked towards you.
“Who are you?” Rafe didn’t hesitate to ask the obvious.
The man pointed to himself like he was surprised the question was even asked. “Me? My name is Carlos Singh. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Cameron. And Miss Routledge, I do apologize for the rough tactics in bringing you here. But please, come, sit down. Come now, I don’t bite.”
There was a period of hesitation before you finally took the initiative to step forward into the sitting room, leaving Rafe to follow behind. “Rough tactics?” The Kook repeated. “What about me?”
“Yes, Mr. Cameron, false pretenses, but the ends justify the means, I’m afraid.” Carlos poured himself another hefty drink before asking Rafe to sit again. “We have a lot to talk about.”
“Why are we here?” The question you’d been wanting to know the answer to since the moment they came after you on the beach. Why? Why you and why here?
Carlos stood in front of the two of you and took a sip. “Well, Ms. Routledge, Mr. Cameron. We share certain interests, you know? Objectives.”
“Is this not about the cross?” Rafe’s already limited patience was wearing thin and you feared he would snap any second when he didn’t receive answers.
“It is. Tangentially, it is about the cross, but it’s also about something much, much bigger.” Carlos turned around to face a framed painting on the wall that depicted a deep grassland with pyramids of gold. “By orders of magnitude… the completion of a grand quest. You see, the story goes that 450 years ago, a Spanish soldier came out of the Orinoco Basin with a few gold beads. When they asked the Spanish soldier where the beads came from, he replied that he got them from a peaceful Indigenous tribe who lived in a city of gold. El Dorado. For the next 450 years, people tried to find that gold, you know. They tried. Conquistadors, knights, captains of ships, tribes, entire nations. All fighting each other in a race for the end of the rainbow. Thousands of lives. And it falls to me, you know. It falls to me to complete the task, to bring full circle to a quest that has gone on for almost 500 years. Perhaps…perhaps the greatest quest in the history of the western hemisphere. And you two are going to play a part in that.”
“What about you, Ms. Routledge? Are you interested in history?”
The question made you want to roll your eyes. “I’m more of a future person.”
Rafe spoke up, “You know, I almost didn’t listen to a word you said, okay? How much you gonna keep philosophizing?” You honestly wanted to thank him for his straightforward attitude when it came to this.
“You are direct, aren’t you, Mr. Cameron?” Silence followed.
“What do you need from me?” At this point, you were willing to give him whatever he asked for, so long as it was within reason. You wanted out.
Carlos spared you a glance. “I’ve come to believe that you and your friends are in possession of something that can help me get what I want. An old manuscript, a diary actually.”
For a moment, you blanked on what exactly he meant. Then it hit you, Mr. Sunn had given Pope the diary of Denmark Tanny during your hunt for the cross. And if the cross, the gold, and this… El Dorado were all related… you had the key to where you needed to go.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Rafe replied as you shook your head lightly.
“I don’t know anything about a diary,” You added, “My brother and dad are the treasure people, not me.”
Carlos looked you dead in the eye. “How else could you have learned that the cross was on the Royal Merchant?”
Shrugging instantly, you stared him right back. “Look, I want to help you, but I can’t. I don’t have what you’re looking for.”
“I was hoping you wouldn’t say that you know, because unfortunately… I don’t believe you. You and your friends couldn’t have found that cross without it.”
“He’s not my friend.” The statement was short and sharp in nature as you spat it back at him. Fuck this dude for pulling you away from your friends, and fuck Rafe for all he did to you.
The Cameron next to you clapped his hands and got to his feet without warning. “Well, this is ridiculous. Okay? I’m out. I don’t know anything about a diary, okay? So-” He moved towards the open door but was forced back the second an armed guard appeared.
“Do I look like a fool to you, Mr. Cameron?” Carlos repeated his question when Rafe didn’t answer. “You have the cross. She and her friends had the cross at one point. So one of you has the diary. And if you really don’t know, I suggest you convince your friend here to give it to me.”
A finger was directed towards you, pulling Rafe’s gaze with it as the two of you held each other’s attention for a moment.
“Once I have the diary, you’ll be free to leave.” When nobody made a comment in return, Carlos moved towards the door to leave. “Enjoy the grounds during your stay. I must warn you though. I’m not a man of infinite patience. You have one day. Go to the window for a little demonstration. I think you’ll enjoy it, you know?” He placed two solid pats on Rafe’s bicep before exiting the room.
The door was forced closed a moment after, Rafe calling out in shock as the lock clicked. If you weren’t freaking the hell out before, you sure as shit were now. While Rafe attempted to wiggle the door loose, you moved over to one of the sheer curtains covering a window and moved it aside. The guards and dogs were still circling, but this time a new figure joined. Jimmy was being pulled along onto the patio.
“Who the hell is that guy?” Rafe was suddenly so close to you, your whole body going rigid in response.
“It’s Jimmy Portis,” You kept your reply simple. No need to converse with him beyond the bare minimum. He didn’t deserve it.
Carlos showed up through the glass a moment later, sparing the time to turn and find the two of you in the window before he pulled a gun from his waistband. A sharp gasp left your mouth as you figured out where this was going next.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.”
Every inch of your being was telling you to look away, not that you could see them underneath the rooftop of the patio. The loud bang came fast, an involuntary flinch wracking your body as the gunshot echoed.
“This diary. Hey, no bullshit. Okay? Do you have it?” Rafe was inches from your face, the warmth of his breath on your cheek as you continued to stare forward. “Y/N?”
You turned to him sharply. “No.”
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You hardly slept that night. The silky tank top and pants that were laid out made you so uncomfortable, not to mention the threat on your horizon if you didn’t figure out what the hell to do. Not to mention, Rafe was sleeping not even a foot away on the floor. With so much “gracious hospitality”, Carlos Singh couldn’t even be bothered to spare another bedroom.
You hoped JJ, John B, and the Pogues were at least doing better than you. Maybe they’d found a way home by now and we’re just waiting for you to escape. Even if you guys didn’t make it out of Barbados, you just wanted to be back with them.
Taking a glance at Rafe’s sleeping form, you pushed yourself off the bed to go by the window where guards had been stationed on the connecting balcony. Body moving before your consciousness, you tapped on the window to get the person’s attention.
“I need to talk to Mr. Singh,” You tried to keep your voice somewhat quiet. The guard looked at you confused, so you repeated the statement slower.
“What are you doing?” Rafe had woken up at the noise and rushed over to you. “Shut up, shut up, shut up. What the hell are you doing?”
You turned around to glare at him. “Like I owe you an explanation for absolutely anything.” You brushed past him to the other door in the room.
“Think for a second, Y/N! What are you doing?”
Ignoring his question, you began to knock on the wooden door separating you from the rest of the house. “Hello?” When Rafe wouldn’t stop pushing, you snapped. “Don’t fucking talk to me.”
“You’re lying, about this diary. You know where it is?”
You shook your head. “No, I don’t.”
Rafe let out a groan as you moved away from him again. “Okay, listen, I wouldn’t tell me either, but he’s never gonna believe we don’t know something, alright? Listen to me! Singh killed that-”
The second his hand touched your shoulder, you whipped around and smacked him. Hard. “Don’t fucking touch me!” The two of you stood there for a moment, tensions high with the looming death threat.
Rafe raised his hands in surrender. “Look around you. I’m the only friend you got.”
You were prepared to shut him down a second later, but the click of the door lock interrupted the opportunity. The guard from the balcony appeared in the doorway and you were quick to move toward him without a thought. Ignoring Rafe’s annoying voice from behind you, the guard escorted you out of the room and relocked the door.
Carlos Singh didn’t look surprised at your presence when you entered the study. You stopped short of the table he was seated at.
“I lied. I know about the diary,” You admitted, fingers clenching the fabric of your clothes. “I don’t have the original, but I can get you a copy.”
He looked you over for a moment before nodding slightly. “I’m relieved to hear you say that, you know. May I offer you something to eat?”
“I’m not hungry.”
He almost laughed at how quick your response was. “Relax, nothing’s gonna happen to you now. You’re cooperating, and I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”
“I just want to get you what you want, and then I want to leave,” Your voice was stern right back to him, refusing to show a hint of weakness. “I know where it is. But I have to go by myself. Alone.”
In the back of your head, you’re praying that the Twinkie is still alive somewhere on the OBX. Somewhere you can get a copy of the diary and maybe make a run for it.
“How would I know that you’d come back? I need some collateral.”
“Rafe’s here.” There was zero hesitation to offer him up for your sure-to-be disappearance. You didn’t give a shit what happened to him. “Keep him.
Signh laughed at your offer. “Rafe. No, I’ve heard tellings about what happened between the two of you. How did someone so young, get into so much trouble?” He rose from his chair to walk past you. You were quick to follow him.
“Look, I know where the diary is, and if you let me go, I promise you I can get it to you.”
Carlos shut down after that, his responses snippy and harsh until his phone broke the tension. He paused and rubbed his face before going to look at it. You were shocked when he looked at you and laughed. “Amazing. A text from our friend Jimmy Portis. From beyond the grave apparently. It seems Mr. Portis has captured your friends.”
The phone turned towards you to show a picture of John B and Sarah sitting next to each other with the message I got these two underneath. It was obvious they were trying to stage it out to look realistic. They had no idea what had happened. Singh called out for one of his guards.
“Get the big trucks and meet me outback.” His orders were quickly obeyed before he called on another guard. “Fenton. Get Miss Routledge.”
“Mr. Singh, Mr. Singh, please!” Panic was bubbling in your throat as the guard almost slammed into you before removing you from the study area. “You can’t hurt them, please! They’re all I have left, just leave them alone!” Your voice cracked with the strength of your yelling. The guard didn’t falter amongst your struggles and continued to push you up the stairs and back in the room without another word.
Rafe watched silently as you crawled into a ball at the foot of the bed. “What happened?” When you didn’t answer, he let out a sharp breath. “You’re gonna have to talk to me at some point. Okay?”
“Do I have to remind you of everything you’ve done?” You shot back as you looked at him. “You killed Peterkin. Do you remember that? And everything you’ve put Sarah through. Everything you put me through?”
“Peterkin, I was protecting my father, okay? I did what I had to, so don’t.” He walked away from you to sit in one of the armchairs. “I’m as much a victim as she is.”
You turned to give him the nastiest look you could muster. “Kook King Rafe Cameron, a victim of what? Consequences of your own fucking actions? Daddy issues?”
You hardly listened to the so-called explanation he tried to give. It was hard to find any empathy in your body towards the person in front of you. You couldn’t care less about what Rafe thought he was owed. All you cared about was getting the hell out of here, with or without him.
“Look, I have a boat that can get us off the island, okay? But first, we gotta get out of here, and it is better if we work together.”
The sound of yelling outside had the two of you on your feet and heading to the window. Two trucks were lining up for guards to climb into, an assortment of weapons on them.
“They’re leaving?” Rafe asked.
You took a deep breath, dread flooding your chest as you watched them drive away. “They’re going to find John B and Sarah.”
“Sucks for them,” Rafe said as if he wasn’t talking about both of your siblings being at risk. “That’s good for us though. This may be our only shot of getting out of here.”
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Rafe was quick to create a plan, something that would pull the guard from your door so you could slip out. Did you like it? Not in the slightest because it was a little to close for comfort.
“I’m gonna kill you, Y/N!”
You screamed in response, running into the wall to make it seem like Rafe had actually shoved you while he threw a glass vase to the floor. He held a finger to his lips as the guard outside called for the two of you. You continued to lay still, one leg hanging out of the bathtub, knowing your feet would be the first thing in eyesight.
“Hey, you two! What’d you do?” Silence followed the voice on the other side of the door before you could hear the lock click.
Everything moved fast from there; Rafe slammed the guard with the bathroom door and exchanged punches with him while you managed to grab the fallen gun. Rafe was quick to grab the man’s phone while you tore a curtain off the bedframe and handed it to him so he could restrain the guard.
The two of you took off, moving through the house as quietly and quickly as possible. You managed to talk him into exchanging the gun in your hands for the phone, knowing exactly what clues the Pogues would need. You snuck around to get a quick photo of the painting that Carlos had been so intent on explaining to the two of you before following Rafe out the side door.
A grain delivery was occurring just outside, a large truck pulling away just as you stepped out. Your eyes followed the road along the grass line before you were moving, calling for Rafe to follow. The two of you managed to find a gap in the bushes just as the truck hit the corner going slow enough that you could climb on.
You weren’t prepared, however, for there to be a worker in the back. Rafe moved before you even blinked to attack the man in front of you, eventually gaining the upper hand to throw him off the vehicle into the trees.
Your eyes were wide as you faced the eldest Cameron but you didn’t have time to question his anger when you heard a familiar noise. The sound of bells was always a comfort in your life. When you and John B were kids, it was the way your dad would tell you it was time to come inside. The pattern coming from the local church was identical to the one your dad would do. Chills raced down your spine at the noise, wondering if maybe it was John B trying to draw you in after all.
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You weren’t sure how much time passed under the tarp, out of prying eyes with Rafe Cameron. You were beyond done with his presence and just wanted to jump off the truck, but thankfully you guys were able to make it to the marina where his boat was docked.
Climbing on the large pristine boat, you swore you could hear the bells ringing again, even this far away. You stopped short of untying the bowline, suddenly against the idea of getting on a boat with just Rafe Cameron.
“I can’t get it.” You lied easily, faking a pull on the rope. “I need some help.”
Rafe let out a loud groan, barking for you to move since he ‘had to do everything’. The second he untied the line, you shoved his chest harshly, watching as he splashed into the water below. You took off, hopping up to the cabin area to move the boat out from the dock. Rafe yelled hysterically below you yet you couldn’t help but smile once you got moving. Pulling the phone from your pocket, you typed a quick message, your heart racing in anticipation.
After docking at a different marina, you waited, foot tapping excessively, for some response that they were coming. The church bells kept continuously ringing, freaking you out even further that maybe they didn’t know where you were.
Eyes on the sidewalk, you watched anxiously for some kind of sign. It came straight towards you in a light blue button-down. You moved quickly the second you made eye contact. “JJ?”
JJ’s whole figure drooped in relief at the sight of you, unharmed. He had felt so much guilt, so much anxiety over the way you two weren’t on the best of terms before you were taken. His feet moved rapidly, body colliding with yours as he lifted you off the ground. Your legs wrapped around his waist out of habit, holding him as tightly as you could.
“Holy shit, you’re safe. I’m right here, I got you.”
You let out a sob, tears streaming down your cheeks before you kissed him heavily. Nothing was as calming as being wrapped in his embrace, feeling his hands on your arms, his lips on yours. You took a moment before separating, your feet returning to the ground before you were attacked by another set of arms.
John B was fucking terrified. The moment you got yanked out of the sand, Sarah was holding him back from going after you. Everything felt too real now, too heavy. Knowing that the second one of you disappeared could be the last time they saw you was scary. He was sick of losing, and he wasn’t about to stand by and watch it happen to you all over again.
More shaky hands piled onto you and your brother, your friends wiggling their way into a huge group hug of relief. Kiara’s hands grabbed your cheeks once everyone stepped away. “You’re not hurt, right?” You could see her eyes scanning for any sort of injury.
You shook your head, brushing tears off your face. “No, no. I’m okay. I’m okay.”
“Are you kidding me, babe?”
You followed JJ’s gaze to the large boat you had climbed off a few moments ago. You laughed, “Oh, yeah. Rafe let me take it for a spin.”
“Rafe?!”
You ignored the rapid onset of questions as your group piled onto the boat. You froze, however, at the sound of the bells tolling. Now you knew it wasn’t John B, and based on the way he was looking back at you, he was questioning them too.
“You don’t think-”
“There’s no way.”
Both of you spoke at the same time, glancing towards the hillside the church was located on. What would be the chances that your father happened to be in Barbados of all places, coincidentally when you crash-landed there?
“Yeah, so I have just a couple of questions,” JJ interrupted your sibling moment as everyone gathered around the two of you. “A Lagoon 620 with twin 150 Volvos. You understand we can go anywhere with this thing, right? Way to be discreet, by the way.”
You rolled your eyes, giving him the middle finger.
“What did they want from you?” Sarah asked the question that the group had been pondering over for two days now. “You swear Rafe didn’t hurt you?”
You sat down on one of the couch cushions. “No, no. I’m fine, promise. I um… Singh wanted Denmark’s diary, of all things.”
Pope frowned at the revelation. “Why?”
You shrugged. “I don’t know. Said it leads to a treasure that’s bigger than the Merchant.”
“A bigger treasure?” JJ repeated as he sat next to you, arm naturally wrapping around you to pull in close. “Sign me up.”
A moment of processing followed before your friends decided it was time to split and started prepping to leave. JJ moved with them, going to untie the lines. You decided to follow John B and Sarah up to the top deck.
“She’s right, we really need to go,” Sarah reiterated as she tossed a line down below.
The bells chimed again a few seconds after she finished, both you and John B looking towards the church before glancing at each other.
“Okay, you definitely heard that, right?” Your brother turned towards his girlfriend for an answer.
“Yeah, I do now.”
You crossed your arms over your chest. “That’s exactly what Dad would do to call us home. That pattern those bells.”
Sarah stopped her movements to look at the two of you. She could see the lingering sadness, the defeat that maybe he really was dead and this was a coincidental joke tugging at you. She also knew John B, and she knew where he went, you were usually close behind.
“Okay. I get it.” The two of you snapped up to look at her. “You wanna go to the tower to go look? Go look.”
John B seemed shocked at her willingness. “You sure?”
She took another glance at you and nodded. “I’m serious. Hurry, and take this.”
“Sarah…” You walked up next to them, hesitant about leaving them again so soon.
She smiled at you. “Yes, yes. You don’t think I know the two of you? He’s gonna drive us all insane if he doesn’t look, and you’re not gonna let him go alone. So go look.”
You shared a glance with John B before darting down the stairs. JJ was on the dock, untying another line when you collided into him.
“Whoa, hey. You okay?”
“I gotta go.” You didn’t give him a chance to react, John B already climbing off the boat behind you. “I’m going with John B. We’ll be back, okay?”
JJ looked panicked at the idea of you leaving when he just got you back. He knew better than to question you though, and if John B was going, it was enough for him. He gave you a nod, hands coming to rest on your cheeks before he kissed you softly. “I love you, okay?”
“Love you more,” You whispered back, giving him one more kiss before taking off after your brother. Not only were you two navigating a foreign area, but you needed to keep low from Singh’s men too. John B kept glancing back at you, slowing to stay with you when he could.
You slowed your light jog at the top of a hill, the church almost within reach? “Do you really think it’s him?”
John B paused, the two of you taking in the sound of the bells again. “I just… I have this feeling. And I need to know.”
He understood why you were hesitant. Your relationship with your dad wasn’t the greatest, especially as you got older. John B was always the favorite, which would’ve been fine if your dad hadn’t just started neglecting you in return. That’s where you clung to John B, why the two of you grew to be so protective of each other.
The climb up the side of the mountain was rough, but you managed to do it without any slipping. You honestly didn’t know if this was something you were ready for, but you’d do it for John B. Even if your dad didn’t speak to you, it would be fine. You both deserved answers.
The church itself was gorgeous with stained glass windows and coiled staircases. You followed your brother silently up the steps, unsure of what to expect. Every creak and groan of the building had the two of you hesitant to keep moving.
You came through an archway before John B followed a shadow across into the other stairwell. From the glimpse you got, your heart started racing in your chest. You moved down the stairs slowly, the two of you stopping short halfway.
There, at the bottom of the stairs, stood Big John Routledge. Alive.
“Dad?”
Your father turned to face the two of you, taking in the sight of his two children in the glow of the sunset. “What took you so long, kids? I’ve been ringing for hours.”
John B practically ran down the rest of the stairs and straight into your father’s arms. You stood, frozen in place at the sight before you. Emotions weren’t easy to process. You were a lovely combination of anger, sadness, and joy right now, your mind turning Inside Out at the idea of your father standing here after so long.
“My baby bird.”
The nickname sucked all the air out of your lungs as you realized your father’s eyes were on you. Your feet moved slowly, hesitant about what exactly you were signing yourself up for, but the moment your dad had you within grasp, he hugged you as tight as he could. You felt like an innocent little kid all over again, with her big brother and Dad always there to protect her.
“Oh, kids. We have a lot to talk about, huh?”
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Paradise on Earth (21)
Chapter: 21. Poguelandia
Pair: JJ Maybank x Routledge! Reader
Summary: island paradise fades into memory when you and the pogues are rescued by a strange man
Warnings: language, violence, jealousy, kidnapping, plane crash, animal cruelty (i guess), guns, allusions to murder, let me know if I'm missing anything.
Word Count: 7.2k
a/n: idk if you guys listen to lana but i feel like jj x y/n are so 'chemtrails over the country club' coded
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You once believed that the Outerbanks were as close to peace and paradise as you would ever get. The waves on the beach, tanning on the boat, and beers that tasted like shit but were a refreshing lifesaver on a hotter-than-hell day. You were wrong.
Poguelandia was your Paradise on Earth.
You were aware of how insane it must be to be glad you were stuck on an island with absolutely no way of getting back to modern civilization, but the whole experience of this place was out of body. You were in the most ideal situation of your current stranded status.
You weren't alone, you had your family with you, with your combined strengths and skills you were all able to build a system on how to survive.
The first week was full of prep, foraging fresh fruit, gathering coconuts and wood, figuring out how to boil fresh water, and weaving a shelter from when it rains out of leaves and long sticks.
JJ made sure to claim the island with a flag made out of his white T-shirt and ash from the fires you all made to keep warm during the night. He climbed high up on top of a palm tree to tie the flag. Just as he said he would, it read 'Poguelandia' with a chicken laying back with its arms (wings) behind its head, chillin' in a coconut bra and Crocs, smoking a joint.
Sure, fresh water was a bitch and a half to make and food came straight out of the ocean but when you thought about it- the only difference between Poguelandia and the OBX was that the Chateau was a slightly more stable shelter. Well, that and here you had free food.
In all honesty, if there was a boat that miraculously did find a way to this island that could take you all home, you weren't sure if you would want to leave.
The only person whom you shared this confession with was JJ. He confessed he felt the same.
On week two with no sign of life, the reality of the situation slowly creeps its way into the group's minds, with plenty of time to think about what you wanted from life, if there was one past Poguelandia- this was what you wanted. The life JJ's described to you a million times before.
The boards were the only thing lacking, however, JJ was prepared to chop down a tree with his pocket knife and make one through trial and error.
Late one night, the others were fast asleep, you had taken a nap earlier during the day and were the last one still up, you took a walk to the beach and let the cool water trickle over your feet. You stood there with your eyes closed until you felt yourself shiver from the cold.
You were thinking about curling up by the dying fire and willing yourself to sleep, that was until you flinched at the 'Hey dude' you heard to your left.
"Hey," You replied once your heart calmed. "Thought you were knocked out."
"I was but then I felt someone was missing," He nudged you with his elbow. "Had to make sure you weren't eaten by a jaguar or something."
"I'm pretty sure if there was a jaguar here, we would know by now."
"Or would we? They really got that sneak attack down pact," He spoke in a knowing tone.
You nudged him back with two fingers on his shoulders, "Then I suggest we get hunting." JJ looked like a God in sunlight, but under the moon with the view of the water it made you want to kiss the life out of him. Neither of you ever acknowledged the moments in the dark of night during the summer when John B was presumed dead, you knew he didn't want to.
It was in the back of your mind constantly these days, you no longer pushed back on the thoughts that told you he possibly wanted more, you could file everything under him being a protective best friend and that he was only looking out for you cause he didn't want to see you get hurt, John B would kill him if he could've prevented something from hurting you. Including himself, a voice in your head urged you to consider.
"What?" JJ asked, a nervous smile peeking through. You blinked, realizing you'd been staring at him.
"Nothing. Sorry," You shook your head with a smile of your own. You both stood in silence for a minute before you gathered the courage to ask him, "If we had a way of getting off this island, would you?"
"Hell no," He responded without hesitation. "Nah, I mean, would you?"
You scoffed out a laugh, "No, Yes. No." It was a dream you didn't want to wake up from, waking up would be coming back to reality, realistically you couldn't stay here in this moment forever but it will be engraved in your mind for the rest of your life.
"I get it," He shrugged.
"Do you?" You questioned with no other underlying connotation but hope. He had nothing in the OBX, other than problems, disappearing off of the face of the earth was in his favor. You had... well, you had John B and the Chateau. Was it worth going back for the latter?
"Nah, not really, we've been living here." JJ spread his arms out and turned in a circle to compliment the island. "Best life I've lived on this here, Poguelandia."
"Yeah," You fixed your gaze back on the water.
"But you, I guess, you'd wanna go back to school or something," JJ sniffed.
You raised your eyes to look at him, he thought that you were concerned about school? With all that you've been through, that was the last thing on your mind, that's probably on top two of Pope's list. You supposed that if you were talking about reasons to go back, if you had to, finishing school would have to be a priority in getting your life together.
"J, fuck school."
He barked out a laugh til he was wheezing, hands on his knees, face red (from what you could see with the darkness), clutching his stomach as he gathered himself. "Fuck school." He nodded and coughed out the rest of his amusement.
"This was the goal, wasn't it? To stay, I want to stay."
"Yeah you do," He grinned. "If the lady wants to stay, we'll stay."
The deal was sealed with the handshake made years ago, on the last side bump and snap you both stood looking at each other for a second longer than necessary.
"I thought it'd be weird if I just said that I wanted to stay, we have no reason to go back, at least you and I don't."
"Now you know I got you, you stay, I stay. The rest of them can fuck off," He turned back to see everyone still asleep. "Not really, they should stay too, but you get what I mean."
"Yeah, dude."
Something slithered past your foot in the water and you jumped.
"Oh my fucking god!" You squealed, stepping away from the water and onto the safety of the beach sand. "Did you feel that?"
JJ bent a little, reaching his finger into the water, "What, this?" He splashed water up at you.
"JJ!" You giggled and kicked water at him in revenge. "Your ass is mine."
"Promise?" A bigger splash came your way.
~~~
You, Kie, and JJ were carving wood into spears to hunt for fish when Kie brought up the same topic you and JJ were talking about a couple of weeks ago. She thought aloud about potentially being rescued.
"Rescue?" JJ scoffed, "From what, Paradise? I'm not going back."
Kie glanced at you with an amused smile and continued to stare at JJ as he admired the island.
"Look around, we got everything we need, right here." JJ sent you a quick wink, causing you to smile knowingly as you finished wrapping the sharp rock around the rigid stick.
"Just like we talked about," Kie mused. You were taken aback slightly at the romanticism behind her tone.
With a nod of his head, JJ agreed, "Exactly."
The time on the island has given you time to reflect and accept what's always been there, and you are no longer going to deny the attraction in Kie's eyes when she looks at JJ. There had been a shift in the dynamic and you weren't sure how this would end. Last you checked, JJ was in love with Kie, Kie never batted a lash at that fact, you were in love with JJ- something you never openly confessed to anyone except Kiara. It's not like you needed to anyway, they all more or less knew.
"We ready to provide for the family?" JJ hops up and twirls the sharp stick.
"Let's do it," You dust off your shorts.
"Let's go kill something!" JJ practically skipped in excitement at the thought of action.
Kie cringed, "You don't have to say it like that."
"That's exactly what we're gonna do."
"It sounds barbaric," Kie didn't like the idea of killing an innocent creature but even she had to admit that surviving on fruit was simply not enough.
"Circle of life, Kie, unless you want to eat coconuts forever" JJ's mention of the fruit made your stomach turn.
"After the past month, I think I'm good on coconuts," She admitted.
The three of you traveled to the west side of the beach where there was known to be constant active sea life, as noted by JJ. He instructed you both on how to stand and how to stab the spear into the water, you and Kie practiced until JJ said he saw something moving.
"Remember, watch your shadow, they see that and they're gone" JJ warned you both. "Here we go."
You weren't entirely confident in your newly acquired skills but it was your nerves or your dinner, and you were starved.
You spotted something in the water, silver and gliding smoothly in its environment. "Guys, look!"
"It's a skate," JJ confirmed, "Get 'em."
"Got it!" You went in for the kill but it swam away faster than you could stab. "Kie, he's coming toward you."
"I can't," She hesitated. "I really can't."
JJ follows the fish and spears the stick into the water with a grunt, "Damn it, I missed it. Where is it?"
You snorted, "So do we all just suck at-" Before you could finish your sentence, Kie lifted the makeshift spear with the skate at the end of it.
"Oh my god," She exclaimed and jumped into JJ's arms.
"You did it!" You cheered her on despite the jealousy gnawing away at you.
JJ hugged her back with one arm, "We're having skate tonight!"
Your nose wrinkled at the blood that dripped from the fish, "Full Pogue." You murmured.
"Full pogue!" JJ repeated in a loud shout.
~~~
You came back heroes to the rest. Cheers echoed when you came back with protein.
You sat around in a circle with adequately full stomachs, a game of truth or dare started not too long ago, it went back to Sarah whose turn it was to ask.
"John B, truth or dare?" She took the hat made out of leaves and tossed it to your brother who chose truth. "If you could do it all again... what would you do differently?"
Your mouth formed an 'o' as you nodded, the question was a good one, you knew everyone had plenty of things they'd do differently from the beginning.
"Get the gold before Ward did," JJ spoke.
"Hide the cross a little better," Pope stated after.
"Not yell 'murderer' at Ward, maybe," Kie side glanced at you guiltily, her shoulders hunched in a shrug.
"Steal a couple of bottles of rum before we jumped off the boat," John B answered.
"Yeah, why didn't you do that, actually?" JJ whose back was facing the group had turned to ask him.
"Cause I was running for my life, maybe," John B looked at you all for help jokingly.
You chuckled, "I'd probably not sleep with Rafe." You winced at your own confession. Sarah's eyebrows shot up.
"Hold up," She let out a laugh of disbelief and straightened on her place on the log, "When was this?"
"Feels like long ago, at this point," You released a stressful sigh.
"Yeah, we've all made some crazy ass choices," Kie came to defend.
"I guess we're even now," Sarah eased back into her seat. "You're taste is despicable though."
You couldn't help but look at JJ for a second, to see if he had any reaction, he kept quiet and continued drawing random patterns in the sand with a stick.
Cleo broke the slight tension that was creeping its way in, "I would look both ways before crossing the street."
"Yeah, my bad," John B laughed.
"You're turn, chief." Cleo focuses on John B to ask the next person. He turns to Kie and asks her to pick, plopping the hat onto her head.
She chose, "Truth."
"If you could go to your parent's house on figure eight this instant, would you do it?"
She deliberates for a short while, "No chance."
"Seconded," Sarah agrees.
"Hear, hear," JJ lifts his coconut.
"The shower's tempting though."
You groaned at the thought of a shower, "I could use a good shower right now."
Kie throws the hat JJ's way, it falls to the sand before he picks it up, "JJ. Truth or dare."
"I mean, do you even need to ask?" He fixes it on his head.
She points to the highest cliff in view, "Big jump. Nobody's done it yet, dare."
There wasn't a hint of hesitation in his expression as he went straight up the cliff. The rest of you waited down below cheering him on as you saw his small figure standing on the edge of the rock.
"There he goes," You say to no one in particular.
Kie stands to the right of you with her arms crossed, shaking her head with a smirk, "He's not gonna do it."
"Oh, you think I'm not gonna do it?" Somehow JJ heard her from all the way on top. Part of you thought he wouldn't either, he's been up there for a few minutes now as if he calculating the height and the possibility of him dying from the rocks below, though you couldn't recall when was the last time he cared.
"He's gonna do it," Pope counters. "It's highly dangerous, zero reward? He's doing it."
JJ howled to the ocean, exerting the energy he would need to jump. He took several steps back before going into a run and his body hit the waves.
He swam to meet you all on the shore, Pope and John B tackled him into the water as soon as he was able to walk away from the waves that were calling to the group.
While the boys drowned themselves, you and the girls ran into the water, letting it cool you down from the heat of the day.
You didn't know the guys were done with their mini wrestling match, and let out a surprised scream at a pair of arms circling your waist from behind you and lifting you out of the water to then be body slammed in.
JJ emerged at the same time you did, you parted the hair from your face as you came up and launched yourself at him in an attempt to 'drown' him. It didn't last very long, his arms were around you once more and carried you bridal style out of the water, following the group back to the shelter.
"I actually thought I was gonna die, I'ma be honest!" He admitted.
"You looked like you were gonna die," Pope told him. "I thought you were gonna die."
"You can put me down now, thanks," You glared at him with no real malice. Your arms were still wrapped around his neck.
He shook his head, "Nah, I'm good."
You rolled your eyes, and only missed his warmth a little when he set you back on the ground to walk back where the others were already starting a fire for the night.
Silence befell the group as the sun went down and the sky grew dark, the lighthearted fun turned into a peaceful calm as you all sat around the pit of burning embers.
~~~
"Y/n, wake up," You felt your shoulder being pushed. You shoved the hand away from you, you had found a comfortable position a couple of hours ago in your sleep, you were in deep. "Come on."
With an irritated huff of your breath, you wiped the sleep from your eye and saw that mostly everyone was gone, Sarah was hovering above you. You sat up quickly, and your eyes widened at the sound of the blades of a plane.
You walked over to the figures of your John B, Kie, Sarah, and JJ. The latter looked back to you with a frown, an astute look at what lies ahead if the plane heard the shouts of your brother.
His voice cracked from how loud he was trying to make himself shout, "We're right here!" He waved with his arms stretched high.
Pope and Cleo were gone, and you knew that they went to start the signal fire Pope thought to build. Piles and piles of dried leaves and wood to a fire for whomever to see, smoke, an SOS.
You and JJ shared a frown, neither of you wanted to move. You couldn't help but notice Sarah's lack of enthusiasm as well, it didn't matter, none of you could stay.
John B wanted out, and Sarah would follow him anywhere. Kiara had her parents, and so did Pope, Cleo had nothing to lose either way.
You felt guilty for not feeling the sense of emergency the others did, dread overwhelmed you. Kie, and John B, screaming at the top of their lungs. The sound of disappointment as the plane flew into the distance, panic from almost being rescued became relief.
It came back soon again as the others noticed it turned back around.
"He's going to the pond," John B announced. "Come on, come on."
You grudgingly went along behind them, as JJ and Sarah did. John B and Sarah were the first ones to the plane. Cleo and Pope are close behind with Kiara trailing them.
JJ held your wrist as you were going to follow, you halted your steps and turned your neck to see that JJ had his head down, jaw set, he didn't want to leave.
You knew, and you didn't want to either, you twisted your wrist out of his grasp and abruptly brought him in for a hug.
"I know," You whispered in his ear. He gave you one tight squeeze and let you go.
"Come on," He encouraged you to come along with the quietest voice.
Pope, Cleo, and John B let out exhilarated cheers as they approached the man who opened the cargo door.
"What do we got here?" The man had a dark striped linen shirt, red shorts, and sandals. A hat dangled from his neck underneath his long brown hair tied back into a low ponytail, and aviator sunglasses to complete the look.
You thought it was a bit odd for a guy to just so happen to fly by the area when in the month that you've been here there hasn't been a peek of air traffic.
"Oh, you know, just a couple of castaways." John B always the leader, responded casually.
"Well, I'll cross that off the grocery list," A southern accent came through. You didn't like that you couldn't see his eyes behind his glasses. "Hold on, I got just the thing for y'all."
John B appeared to be hopeful, beside him, Sarah had said nothing. It didn't seem like she trusted this guy either. "Hey no, Look at this guy, you think he works for your dad?"
"Two things you need on a deserted island-" The guy continued.
"It's okay," You heard him try to convince Sarah when she shook her head in denial of his words. You didn't know if this guy worked for her dad or not but there was something off about him.
"First aid and rum," He brought out a red kit and a bottle, tossing the glass full of liquid at Sarah who let it fall into the water, Pope caught the red box easily. "So, what's the story? You guys sank a boat?"
"Jumped off one," John B shrugged. "Her dad's."
You narrowed your eyes sharply at the back of John B's head, he shouldn't be giving this guy a lick of information, but he was practically giving it all away. What if he was working for Sarah's dad?
"In-laws, man," The guy drawled out. "They're tough. Well, have no fear, Jimmy's here."
"Well, all hail Jimmy, guys!" Cleo declared. "Let's go."
"Welcome aboard the Flying Fish, y'all, I'm Jimmy Portis." He introduced himself as the group boarded the small plane. "I'll be your captain today, now, is this all? Seven of you?"
"Yeah, is that okay?"
You tuned out their conversation and hung back with JJ, not willing to go back but you knew that John B would drag you back over his shoulder if he had to. You'd like to believe that he'd accept it if you wanted to stay behind but the truth was you only had each other. He wouldn't leave you and you... you can't just leave him.
Your footsteps felt heavy while walking up the steps of the cramped plane, you said a silent goodbye to Poguelandia.
~~~
You sat in the back of the plane, across from Kie atop a box, it gave you flashbacks of the shipping container. Though this is much less spacious.
"What were you doing all the way out here?" You elevated the tone of your voice so it could be carried to the front of the plane for Jimmy to hear.
"I got a little guide outfit in Saint Vincent, I was spotting fish," He replies.
You didn't know much about fishing or fishing seasons but his story didn't feel right. He was flying a plane to spot fish, alone?
"What were spotting?" JJ asked a follow-up question. He was crouched behind the co-pilot seat.
"You know, the usual, Wahoo."
John B's head lifted and he caught JJ's eye, moving his head slightly, the small shake of his head was enough to tell you that what that Jimmy guy said wasn't right.
"I'd hang on to something, get a little spicy on takeoff," Portis warns you and puts on the headset.
You grab ahold of a hanging handle as the plane takes off.
The radio is rattling off stats you had no comprehension of, you were all officially in the air.
JJ beckons you all the move forward, so you all scoot to the front to hear him.
"Wahoo don't run in September," He affirms. "Ever, alright? So whoever this man is, he's not a fisherman."
"Maybe the run just starts earlier out here," Pope suggests.
"You sure about that?" The expression on JJ's face said it was highly doubtful. "In the Caribbean?"
"No, I know what this is, he's working for my dad and he's probably been looking for us the entire time," said Sarah.
"We gotta find out, start looking for some sort of clues," JJ trails off when he spots the bag hanging from the back of Jimmy Portis' seat. He signs for John B to distract the pilot while he- the certified Klepto- gets to snooping.
John B taps on the man's left shoulder as John B is behind him and gets him to look over while JJ works to the right of him. He begins to chat up the pilot with questions about his life and JJ digs through the bag, pulling out a book titled 'The loss of El Dorado'.
He opened the cover to find a picture of the coastal venture, the ship you had all escaped from.
Sarah grabs the picture and shows John B, "This is the boat we were on, with Eberhimi and the cross."
"So he was looking for us," Cleo said more than asked.
"He's working for my dad."
The aircraft shook suddenly, making you jump where you sat.
"Y'all better hold something, we got some unexpected turbulence up here!" Jimmy cautions you all.
You look out the window to see the mainland in view, "Guys, whatever's happening is happening fast."
"That looks like Barbados, I've been there with Terrence," Cleo recognizes.
"There's six of us, one of him, you know vote." JJ, as always, suggests violence. "We storm the cockpit."
"No, w
"Who's gonna fly the plane, dumbass?" John B rationalized.
"I've seen Pope fly simulators."
Pope stutters, "I crop-dusted for my uncle last summer, this is not the same thing."
"We are going to die," You accepted your fate.
Kie speaks up, "No we are not, and we don't have time to pretend that's a real option."
"Do you have an idea?" JJ snarks back.
"Something safe."
"Why don't we just wait until the plane lands somewhere safe and then we sneak out," Pope forms a plan. "If somebody comes to mess with us, we mad-dog them."
Nobody protested the idea, it seemed generally solid. Kie told JJ to put the stuff taken out of Jimmy's bag back before he noticed but as he was in the process of doing so, John B's distraction didn't work so well the second time and he turned his head, catching JJ in his bag.
"The hell are you doing?" Jimmy shoved JJ out and JJ pushed back, he was fighting with one hand and lost control of the plane.
You didn't have time to think, the plane was going down, and everybody flew to the front as the Flying Fish dove straight into the water.
The plane was filling up quickly, already halfway full, you coughed up water as you pulled yourself up from one of the hanging handles.
John B kicked open the door, and immediately protested, "Oh no, no, no, no. They don't look friendly."
"No, they look very unfriendly," Pope looked out next to John B.
"We gotta go."
The vessel was sinking fast, John B was helping everybody get out, Cleo went first, then Sarah, Pope dove out after, and JJ next.
"Y/n, come on!" John B yelled.
Your leg got caught on one of the ropes, "I'm going."
"What's wrong?" Kie panics looking at you.
"I got it, it's okay, go." You were busy trying to untangle your foot. You heard JJ call out for you guys to hurry before it sunk.
"Hang on!" She yells back at them and helps you.
"Shit," You curse, the rope that was tied around your ankle had given cut you from what you assumed was when the plane went down. It was twisted twice around your foot but you were both able to set it free. "Got it, Kie, let's go."
"Portis," She swims to the man who was unconscious, "Help me get him out."
Fuck, you curse mentally, this thing was sinking fast. You already wasted time trying to set yourself free, now you had to help out the guy who kidnapped you guys.
You and Kie carried him out with the help of the water, you were both struggling to swim yourself until you reached the shore with no sign of the others.
You grunted as you dropped your half of the man to the sand, two locals came to help.
Your ankle now stung with a medium-sized gash was sliced around half of your leg. You coughed out the salty water you swallowed while swimming with the man who was now alive.
"Thank you," His bloodshot red eyes looked at both you and Kie as he expressed his gratitude.
"You lied to us," Kie growled. "Who are you?"
"Kie," You saw men coming in ATV's. "We need to go."
You were tired of running, but what would happen if you didn't was worse.
"Shit," She hisses. "Let's go."
You ran ignoring the stinging sensation of the cut, the adrenaline helping you out, the panic and anxiety set in, and that made you feel more than the open wound spilling blood.
"Over here," you found an old wooden boat painted blue, rusty oil containers that could shield you from view. You both hid in between them, catching your breath for a good couple of seconds before you were found.
A man crouching down to look and Kie punched him, and you both ran. There were four men with vests and guns, two on either side. You went one way, she went the other, and you ran straight into them. By the sounds of the struggle, Kie got caught too.
You flailed your arms and tried to push down his arms from where they were around your waist but it was no use. You kicked your legs, and your elbow hit something but that made the man's arms crush you in his hold.
"Let go of me!" You screamed and growled. The other man grabbed your legs with no remorse for the cut. You didn't stop moving, you scratched the man who held you in his arms deep enough to draw blood.
"Fucking bitch!" He squeezed until you felt a deep pain in your ribs.
They didn't stop moving until they had you on the back of a trunk with your hands tied behind your back.
Kie was there, shivering in her place, you stopped fighting once you saw her. You supposed now you would have to accept whatever was going to happen together.
"Are you okay?" She asked.
"Fucking amazing," You grumbled. "Are you?"
"Never been better."
And who else showed his face other than Jimmy Portis?
"We saved you," Kie snarled.
"I know, I know, I'm sorry" He looked weak and spineless. "I'm gonna try to help you guys, okay? I swear, I didn't know it was gonna be like this. Look, if you don't fight, if you just do what they say, these guys probably won't hurt you."
He didn't know it was gonna be like this; meaning he was not high up on whatever fucked up chain this was, which meant his promise of helping meant nothing.
"What did Ward promise you?"
"Who?" He gave Kie a quizzical stare. "Just take my advice, do what they say. Good luck."
Another man with a vest sat in front of you both, giving you a hard glare, probably a buddy of the one who grabbed you. If the whole no-fighting thing was true, you were screwed, then again it didn't matter what you did- if he didn't know who Ward was then that meant you didn't know what you were dealing with and you were screwed anyway.
~~~
The anxiety pumping through your chest was overstimulating. Your body was shivering intensely, at first it was from the initial shock of the surfacing from the fresh water. Now you were sure the events of the day were catching up to you, putting a physical strain on your body, but you fought through it.
You observed the roads your kidnappers had taken, memorizing as many details as you could for when you would eventually escape. With Kie by your side, the both of you could surely find your way through this town.
The truck slowed to a stop, the driver rolled down his window to talk to an armed guard with an intimidating German Shepherd. One quick look and one of the two men standing in front of the gate, lifted it for the truck to go through.
You looked around at your surroundings and noticed this place was heavily guarded, practically a fortress. Miles and miles of land with men stationed not five minutes away from each other.
The estate was several stories high, again- guards posted everywhere. You and Kie were yanked to the front door, and let in by a housekeeper.
To the right of the foyer, you immediately notice the artifacts enclosed in glass cases.
"Take them upstairs, Orinoco room for this one-" The Housekeeper instructs the guard who grips Kie's bicep and takes her up. "Nazas room for that one."
The same man who you scratched snatched you similarly to how the other one did Kie, with more unnecessary force than needed in your opinion. "Up."
"Y/n?" Kie's neck turned to you.
"I'm right behind you," You reassured her.
He took you to a room next to Kiara's, he tossed you inside with a sneer, slamming the door behind himself without a word.
"Hey!" You yelled. "What the hell am I here for?"
No response.
You pounded on the door to hopefully get an answer, "Who do you work for? Why do they want us here?"
You grumbled to yourself taking in the room they stuffed you in, you were scared you admitted to yourself. They could have at least kept you both together, you knew they probably wouldn't do that since they could clearly care less about your comfort after kidnapping you...
The room had three windows with a nook, floral printed curtains, walls painted a coral color. The four-poster bed facing the door, your brows scrunched in confusion at the open wardrobe to the left of the bed with hanging identical red dresses. You walked over to it and plucked the note with the words 'pick your size' written.
The question 'What the fuck?' just gets deeper and deeper. You aggressively crumbled up the paper into a ball and threw it at the door.
You sighed and walked to the open door next to the one the guard shut, walking in, there was a mirror and a sink with a shower to the left. You took one look at yourself and winced at the difference you saw from the girl you were.
Aged, matured, whatever you wanted to call it- that was you. You stood straighter, your hair was frizzed and you were darker than your normal tan from the sun you took on Kildare. Your nose and cheeks were tinted red; burnt.
Your shoulder slumped from exhaustion, hold it together, you told yourself. You can break down later.
~~~
The shower was reviving, you felt refreshed your hair felt soft again, and you relished in the feeling of being clean and slipped on one of the dresses that were in your size. You were impressed with the size range the mysterious nabber had. They even had several pairs of heels to match, you released a laugh and felt delirious, this was unreal.
You admired yourself from different angles and did a double-take when you saw a third door. You went for it and turned the knob, it was unlocked, it creaked open and you gasped.
Kie's room. There she sat in a dress the same as yours, color and style, down to the heel. She had her head clutched in her hands, lifting her head up at the sound of the door.
"Kie, oh my god," You strode over to her with arms outstretched. She mimicked you into an embrace. It was comforting to know you weren't entirely alone anymore.
She sighed into you, "Did the guy tell you anything?"
You pulled away and shook your head with pursed lips, "No, did he?" You asked if her guard gave her any information.
"Dinner, at eight."
"Oh yeah? Just a casual sit-down dinner while holding us hostage," You replied sarcastically. "Sounds like an entertaining night."
"At least we have adjoining rooms," Her lips twitched upwards. "If Ward wasn't the one searching for us then who is this guy?"
"Didn't know we had so many enemies," You took the liberty to sit on the edge of her bed.
"Should we even be surprised at this point?" She rolled her eyes.
"Nope."
Your heart felt heavy.
~~~
A knock on Kie's door startled you both out of the reminiscent conversation you were having about the island, life in high school and how you both thought last year's summer was gonna go before this whole mess started.
The maid from earlier appeared you both scrambled out of the bed and fixed your dresses. You glanced at each other, you linked arms as you walked down the steps, and you resisted the urge to take Kie and run through the front doors where you knew you'd be shot down the minute you stepped foot out of the perimeter.
She directed you both to the dining room, a man was standing with his back to you, serving himself a glass of an amber liquid.
"Excuse me?" Kie spoke first in a shy tone.
The man turned and your stomach sank, Rafe. It was Rafe who stood there, in a white button-down shirt and blue blazer. His hair was buzzed, and you felt your heart in your throat.
"You," You hissed, marching up to him. "You were behind this."
Rafe sized you up, flashing one look at Kie, "Y/n, what?"
"I knew it had to be you and Ward," Kie jeered at him, a few steps behind you.
"What are you talking about?" He faced you both head-on, "Are you trying to weasel in on my deal, is that what's going on?"
"I wondered if your little reunion would cause sparks, you know," A voice cut through from a room to the right of the dining table. A tanned man with a beard smirked as he strolled over to you three.
"Who are you?" Rafe stepped forward.
"Me?" The man in the grey suit pointed to himself. "My name is Carlos Singh, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Cameron. Ms. Carrera, and Ms. Routeledge, I do apologize for the rough tactics in bringing you here. But, please, come sit down."
Apology not accepted? You wanted to say but refrained from doing so, the air around him was not in the least bit friendly or open and inviting though it sounded like he was trying to be.
"Come now, I don't bite," He waved you all forward.
You dared to walk through the threshold first, sitting on a sturdy chair that felt expensive underneath you, Kie sat next to you with a round coffee table in between both seats.
Your eyes stayed narrowed at Rafe as he followed suit, visibly stressed, rubbing the lines on his forehead. "Rough tactics, what about me?"
Singh poured himself a drink, "Yes, Mr. Cameron, false pretenses. But the ends justify the means, I'm afraid. Sit down, we have a lot to talk about."
Rafe takes the chair across from you, leaving the one next to him, open.
"Why are we here?" Kie tensed.
"Well, Ms. Carrera, Routledge, Mr. Cameron, we share certain interests. Objectives."
"Is this not about the cross?" Rafe interrupts.
"It is, tangentially, it is about the cross." He confirms, "It's also about something much, much bigger than the cross by order of magnitude."
The man stood in front of a painting, "The completion of a grand quest. You see, the story goes that four hundred fifty years ago- a Spanish soldier came out of the Orinoco Basin with a few gold beads, and when they asked the Spanish soldiers where the beads came from the Spanish soldier replied he got them from a peaceful indigenous tribe who lived in a city of gold. El Dorado.
"And for the next four hundred and fifty years, people tried to find that gold. They tried." Singh picked up a knife from the desk cabinet below the painting. "Conquistadors, knights, captains of ships, tribes; entire nations. All fighting each other in a race for the end of the rainbow, thousands of lives laid on the pyre of gold fever, and it falls to me."
"It falls to me to complete the task," Singh strolled over to you, knife in hand. Your eyes never strayed from the hands that handled it. "To bring full circle a quest that has gone on for almost five hundred years, perhaps the greatest quest in the history of the western hemisphere. You three, are going to play a part in that."
"Ms. Routledge, daughter of a man who was interested in making history, don't think I don't know you're family history."
You cleared your throat, "Past, present, future. They all kind of mesh together in my head sometimes, you know."
"Yeah, I didn't listen to a word you said, okay?" Rafe chimed in, "How much are you gonna keep philosophizing?"
"You are direct, aren't you, Mr. Cameron?"
"What do you need from us?" Kie asked.
"I've come to believe that you and your friends are in possession of something that can help me get what I want."
"Which is?" You couldn't think of something he could possibly want.
"An old manuscript, a diary, actually."
You kept your features neutral, giving away nothing, "A diary?"
You were starting to notice a pattern with people who talked, thought, and associated with the cross. All greedy fanatics.
"We don't know anything about a diary," Kie shrugged casually.
"How else could you have learned that the cross was on the Royal Merchant."
"We would help you if we could but we can't."
"I was hoping you wouldn't say that you know, because unfortunately, I don't believe you. you and your friend here," He pointed to Rafe, "Couldn't have found the cross without it."
"He's not our friend," You clarified.
"We can't all be friends," Singh's tone was grim. You didn't want to know what was gonna happen, knowing you couldn't give him what you wanted- even if you wanted to the diary was in Kildare.
"This is ridiculous," Rafe stands, "Okay, I'm out. I don't know anything about a diary."
He walks backward with hands half raised in surrender to then face one of the many, many guards in the house, gun across his vested chest.
"Do I look like a fool to you, Mr. Cameron?" Singh grew dangerously impatient with Rafe. "You have the cross, their friends had the cross at one point, so one of you has the diary."
Rafe's eyes bore into yours, you let him, your own gaze unwavering.
"And if you really don't know, then I suggest you convince your friend to tell me, once I have the diary- you'll be free to leave." He lightens his tone before it darkens again.
He leads you three up the stairs and into Kie's room, "I must warn you though, I am not a man of infinite patience. You have one day, go to the window for a little demonstration." He pats Rafe on the shoulder before exiting.
You heard the click of the lock, solidifying the trap. You clenched your fists, fingers cracking to help with the anxiety at what you were going to witness.
Rafe protests and yanks at the doorknob, Kie comes up behind you as you open the curtain, and then Rafe joins you on the other side.
You heard shouts, and then Jimmy Portis being dragged by another guy.
"Who is he?" Rafe being this close to your ear made you shuffle closer to Kie.
"It's Jimmy Portis, we know him," Kie responds for you.
You felt a stab of guilt, "He must've been trying to help us."
Singh looked up at the window where the three of you stood watching, he had a handgun, making it obvious of his intention. He walked out of view where Jimmy was, there was a cock of the gun clicking, and not a second later came the booming shot fired.
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hey so i was wondering if you could do like an angsty fic about john bs sister aka the reader dsting rafe, and then one day she gets into a fight with rafe and he won’t let her leave his house, like keeps her in his room or something. and john b finds out and him and jj help get her out and rafe finds out and is pissed sorry if this is a lot!
pairing. platonic!jj maybank, platonic!brother!john b routledge x fem!reader x rafe cameron
requested? yes no
warnings. mentions of getting high/drink, an arugement, description of a fight but pretty much angst to fluff!
summary. when rafe gets high, he gets paranoid about y/n's friendship with barry's friend and traps you in his room. john b and jj come to the rescue.
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You had no idea how you ended up in this mess with Rafe. It started off with a smoke with his friends at the beach and now, it's escalated to Rafe and you arguing in his room.
You were usually the responsible one, always making sure everything is in order and everyone's fine, so how did you end up in this mess? John B was going to kill you when he finds out.
"Rafe, it was nothing, seriously!" You were angry at that point, the entire drive to his house had been him just screaming at you incoherently about cheating?
Rafe was shaking at that point, his eyes were red and you could tell he wasn't sober. That's something you will never learn to love about Rafe; his awful addiction to anything and everything unhealthy.
"I-I saw you Y/N!" He trembled angrily as he pointed an accusatory finger in your face. "With Barry's tall friend, I saw you! You and him obviously knew each oth-"
"From Chemistry, Rafe! We had Honors Chemistry sophomore year, I told you!" You explained but Rafe was just shaking his head.
"I thought you loved me."
You shook your head as you walked towards him, tears brimming in your eyes. "I do."
"Then why did you cheat?" His voice broke. That's when you realized that Rafe wasn't acting; he truly felt like you had cheated.
"I didn't Rafe, you did too many lines and now you're acting all crazy." You tried to explain and Rafe had turned almost immediately when he heard you say the word "crazy."
"Oh, I'm crazy?! Really?" He screamed. You jumped at the sudden yelling and you sat back in the chair as tears started falling from your eyes. He walked away towards the door.
"I'm not letting you out until you apologize." He walked out and closed the door, locking it. You thought he was joking until you had gotten up and tried to open the door.
"Rafe!" You screamed. "Let me out, Rafe! Seriously, this isn't funny! Come on, Rafe!"
After about 10 minutes of being in that room, you were tired. You didn't know how this would end. No one was home; not even Wheezie, she was at a sleepover so you were stuck until Rafe's manic had calmed down. You wanted to call someone but you left your purse in Rafe's car.
You thought you were done for until you heard a van pull up. You looked outside to see the Twinkie and you let out a breath of relief - John B was going to help you get out. Until you realized that Rafe was still home and John B was most likely very angry.
"Shit," you mumbled to yourself.
You saw JJ and John B exit the car and you didn't know how to prevent all of them from getting hurt; you would usually just make sure that all of them weren't near each other or draw the other one away, but how could you do that if you were locked in a room.
You then heard some banging at the door. You prayed to every higher power you knew to make sure all three of them don't get too seriously hurt. You didn't want to spend the rest of this godforsaken night in the ER.
You couldn't really make out anything they were saying downstairs but they were shouting. Then you heard one loud crash and some running upstairs.
You heard the door unlock and your heart jumped. The door revealed JJ and a very angry John B.
"What the hell, Y/N!" John B shouted as he sighed disappointedly. "Stay away from Rafe, I said. He's crazy, I said. He's an actual psychopath who will hurt you, I said. And what did you do-"
Before he could continue, you went up to John B and embraced him tightly. You were crying into his shirt; the fact that you weren't completely sober didn't help either. John B was shocked. He'd never seen you cry so hard in your life. You were usually the one to be the rock.
He held you tightly, putting his head on top of yours as JJ watched sympathetically.
"I love him, John B." You managed to choke out. "I swear, it's just when he's high."
JJ shook his head. "Y/N, he's just not a good guy."
You pulled away from John B, wiping your tears. "What'd you guys do?"
"Just gave him a good punch. He's passed out." JJ responded as Joh B nodded. "Let's get out of here before the beast awakens."
John B hit his arm as warning before getting a small, "Too soon, sorry."
John B put his arm around your shoulders comfortingly as you guys walked to the Twinkie. The drive home was pretty quiet but you got some answers.
John B was calling you and you hadn't answered but that wasn't like you at all and he knew something was wrong. He called it 'brother intuition.'
You didn't care what it was, you were just grateful they came and helped you. You were grateful to have such good friends.
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Request: hii! would you be able to write a john b x twinsister!reader story where they both have different perspectives of their dad (like, john b and his dad idolized each other while the dad always left the reader "behind"), maybe moments when their dad disappeared and when he was back? i don't have a lot of ideas but maybe fighting between the reader and john b, or reader and big john and john b taking their dad's side. just something that ends in some kind of comfort lol thank you sm, i love your blog💗
John B Routledge x sister!reader
Summary: Y/N feels like the odd one out.
Warnings: none really
a/n: sorry it took a while for me to get to this! hope y'all enjoy!
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When Big John went missing, Y/N was effected, of course. But she never took it as hard as her twin brother had. John B was dead set on his father coming back alive some day. Y/N on the other hand wasn't too shocked that they possibly lost their father to his ridiculous gold hunt. It's all he ever really cared about, spending all of his time in it.
Big John always included John B in everything, often leaving Y/N out. The two would spend hours in Big John's office, the man usually brushing Y/N aside whenever she asked to join. It was obvious from a young age that the man favored his son.
Y/N picked up most of the slack when Big John went missing -- making sure the house stayed clean, that John B didn't go off the rails, etc.
"Don't you care that dad's gone? I mean, do you even give a shit?!" John B questions, following his sister into the chateau.
"Why should I? It's not like he would care if I ever went missing." Y/N remarks.
"So you just don't fucking care? What the hell, Y/N?" John B asks.
"John B, why would I be deeply hurt by a man who barely gives me five minutes? Yeah, I was initially concerned, but it's been months! He is gone!"
"No, he isn't!"
"Nobody survives that long, you idiot! Just accept it! Dad is dead!"
Y/N storms into her room and slams the door shut.
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The pogues dropped Sarah and Y/N off at the chateau, the two finding John B asleep on the couch on the porch. While Sarah and John B reunited, John B claiming that he found his dad in Barbados, the three teens are now in the yard.
"Dude, did you get some drugs or something? Are you high right now?" Y/N asks as John B insists that Big John is here.
"Y/N, I'm serious. I found dad." John B insists.
"Okay." Y/N rolls her eyes.
"I wouldn't believe him either." The three look over at the man as he walks over. Y/N freezes, her eyes widening. Sarah lets out a noise of shock while John B immediately questions where his father was.
While Sarah greets her father-in-law, John B continues to question his dad where he was, not receiving an answer.
"Hey, there, sweetheart." Big John greets his dad. "What? No hug for your old man?"
"How in the hell are you alive?" Y/N questions.
"Well, that's a long story." Big John chuckles, pulling her into a hug. "Good to see you again, kid."
- - -
"No. I'm not going with you guys." Y/N denies.
"Why not?" John B asks.
"Because dad gets all obsessive and he gets super annoying and I'm not dealing with it." Y/N says.
"Y/N--"
"Come on, boy." Big John calls to his son. "She don't wanna go, it's her loss, not ours. Probably just slow us down anyway." Y/N rolls her eyes.
"Just go." She tells her brother, going into her room.
- - -
"I'm sorry. You-- you found this and you didn't tell the others?" Y/N asks.
"Yeah." John B mutters.
"Why the hell not?" Y/N questions.
"Dad said it's gotta stay between us." John B says.
"And you're gonna listen to him? John B, what the fuck?"
"Y/N--"
"No! No, they are a huge part in this treasure hunt, and you're not gonna tell them shit? What the fuck is wrong with you? Hell, you won't even tell Sarah?"
"Dad says it's best to keep it small for right now."
"Oh, my God." Y/N rolls her eyes.
"Y/N, we aren't telling anybody about this damn thing! We can't trust anyone!" Big John exclaims.
"I think we can trust our friends who have been there for us through everything!" Y/N yells back.
"No! Now, it's between the three of us! And if you're not happy with that, then get out!" Big John shouts.
Y/N rolls her eyes and turns to her brother.
"John B?" She asks.
John B glances between the two before eventually stepping closer to his dad. Y/N scoffs, ignoring the sting of tears in her eyes that she does her best to hold back.
"Whatever." She mutters, rolling her eyes, and storming out.
- - -
John B and Y/N sit on the dock of the chateau. They got back from finding the city of gold yesterday but haven't talked much since their father died.
"Hey." Y/N mumbles, crossing her legs, slouching.
"Hey." John B whispers.
"You okay?" Y/N asks after a few minutes.
"No." John B answers.
"Yeah." Y/N mumbles.
"I assume you're okay." John B mutters.
"Mm... no. No, not really." Y/N denies.
"I thought you hated him." John B says.
"No. Dislike, sure, but... I loved him. I just... wanted him to love me back." Y/N says. "He never really cared about me that much. Least it didn't seem like it. Always fighting, always getting brushed aside, you getting picked over me. His favoritism was definitely obvious. But him dying... watching him die... it still hurts."
"Yeah." John B mumbles, the two sitting in silence for a little bit.
"Least we're not left wondering this time." Y/N says.
"Mm-hmm." John B nods. "I'm sorry." He tells her. "For taking his side all the time. You were right a lot of the time, but I just... I took his side, anyway. Not that I love him more than you or anything, I just... it was just instinct or something. I didn't want him to get pissed at me or anything either."
"Well, you two are more alike than you think. At least when it comes to the gold sometimes. Granted, if somebody had a gun pointed at your kid, I'm sure you would give up whatever information you had a lot sooner than he did." Y/N says.
"You know I love you, right?" John B asks.
"I know." Y/N gives him a small smile. "I love you, too."
John B wraps his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side, and he kisses her on the head.
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Distraction
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A/n: a short blurb to get me back into writing I decided what was better then to wrote some good good jj Maybank angst? This is the first time I’ve written for jj so any feedback is greatly appreciated!! Just don’t be mean. Written with a fem reader in mind but there’s no mention of pronouns. Kind of/loosely based off of that scene in teotfw where James gets shot on the beach. But it’s reader. As a distraction;)
Warnings: blood, poor writing, unedited, shootings, cop chase, ambiguous ending, there is literally no fluff here it’s just angst, boarderline suicidal reader.
Pairing: jj Maybank x routledge reader, John b x sibling reader, mentions of the Logies but they get no screen time lol
Summary: when Sarah Cameron’s boat gets followed by a parade of police, your friends need a distraction, and whose better to distract the police then the sibling of the fugitive.
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The sands of Kildare beach stuck to your skin as the spray of Sarah’s boat blew into shore, sniffles filled the air
“you guys were right. He didn’t listen.” An array of apologies filled the ears of the girl before the familiar wails of police sirens filled the air, salty sea spray blowing In the wind, soft waves crashed at the shore
“oh shit we gotta run!” “They must have followed you, your dad probably.” The sound of your heartbeat filled your ears with the panicked voices of your friends Your not sure who said what, but frankly you couldn’t care
booking it through strands of grass as hordes of police offices persued you and your friends. Heavy breaths left you as you broke from jjs grasp his hand was sweaty but comforting in yours, you would sorely miss that. Your heart beating a mile a minute.
It was almost as if time slowed, jjs shoes scrapping against the ground, the boy whirling around as you slid to an abrupt halt.
“y/n? What- what- the hell?!?” The blonde boys hand cupping your fore arm “cmon honey we gotta move.” He pleaded his blue eyes glancing hastily between yours and the approaching officers.
“JJ?! What’s takin so long!” John b exclaimed his legs still propelling him forward, as he glanced behind him.
Resting your head against jjs forehead, you whispered a solem “JJ gimme the gun.”
Seriousness sliced through your tone as if it was butter, you were not joking, there was nothing but acceptance on your face as you stared at jj his eyes roaming your face for any indication of jokes.
Finding nothing he questioned “what are you gonna do?” He whispered panic and fear splintered his expression. Pulling the gun from his pocket you smiled blinking tears from your eyes you attempted to muster up some expression of courage
“I can buy you some time. Go.” Your friends bodies freezing at your revelation corusses of no! Absolutely not y/n what the fuck filled the air.
“Go! I can hold them off buy you guys some time to run. i just hope it’ll be enough.” You pleaded your hands shaky as the cold metal of the gun rested against your hand, police were closer now, you were running out of time.
Making eye contact with pope your eyes pleading with the boy, take your sacrifice. And run. And don’t make it be for nothing. A subtle nod from pope put the final cog of your plan in motion, as you broke your hands from jjs, you sprinted I nto the direction of the crowd of police persecuting you looking back at your friends retreating figures.
Jjs panic stricken face as pope held him back pulling him away from the onslaught of cops, the last thing jj heard from you was a;
“Hey assholes! Over here…” you called arms waving above your head pulling the attention of majority “you want us come get us baby!” A coy, and yet determined expre
Your sneakers sinking in the same as you ran police in hot persute, fear and adrenaline coursing through your veins the sharp sounds of gun shots ringing through the air breaking the otherwise tranquil silence, each missed shot blowing up sand behind you, your legs burned, and your lungs pleaded for you to stop, to fill the, with oxygen but you just pushed harder, kicking up sand in the faces of officers behind you, many had seemed to break off when they had realised what you were.
A distraction.
But few still remained, “cmon kid we don’t want to shoot you, but we will.”
Their warnings fell on deaf ears, and yet the warning was not a warning. But a demand. Stray gun shots ricocheted off of the beach it was only a matter of time before one planted itself in your body, at first your body tensed up stopping you from running any further, a bullet bursting through you. A burning pain stabbed at every nerve in your body. Before you felt yourself collapse to the ground, sobs broke from your lips as you laid on the beach, the sand sticking to your skin, as you laid motionless on the ground. Your blood pooling from your wound, as blood rushed to your ears.
Silence deafened you, as any feeling in your body dissipated. Your hands lying at your side. The only thoughts in your head were those of jj, of the Logies, of your brother. Of your dad. Of everything you went through, then the thoughts of weather you did enough, weather your sacrifice was in vain, weather you bought John b enough time or weather you failed to change the world, weather ever you did was for nothing.
An onslaught of tear’s ripped down your cheeks, your eyes felt heavy like no matter what you did you couldn’t keep them open, blackness filled your vision, before glimpses of the world came back in freeze frames, jjs crying face cradling you to his chest, tears flowing from his cheeks his mouth moving but his words falling on deaf ears, his hands stained red from your blood.
The next thing you saw when you came too was the ambulance, a paramedic pulling an oxygen mask over your head, as your head lolled to the side catching glimpses of your crying friends, John b in the back of a police car. And jj angrily yelling at shoupe, kie crying in popes chest.
You felt a stray tear slip down the side of your cheek, any fight you had left slowly draining. Darkness welcomed you like an old friend, it laid upon you like a blanket. There was no sense of defeat, or of failure. Only peace.
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Next Time Just Tell Me (John B x Sister)
John B x sister!reader
Summary: John B doesn't keep his sister updated so she has no idea what she's doing wrong or why he is lashing out at her.
Warnings: Argument, Angst, Underage Drinking.
Requests are Open!!
Word Count: 491
The DCS had been on you and John B's back sense the second they found out that Uncle T really isn't in outer banks watching over you two. You had both gone to the meetings with the workers but some of them you skipped. You would only skip when you really had to, like when you needed to work or if you had something for school.
John B would tell you everything that happened at the meeting every time you weren't there. He would tell you when he was leaving, what time the meeting was at, and what they had talked about. You never felt left alone in the dark.
You were currently on the pull out couch with JJ. You guys had been drinking some beers and smoking a few joints. You guys were so out of it. Constantly laughing still while being flirtatious with each other.
“Hey, get up. I gotta go to the bathroom.” JJ spoke from under you as he put his hands on your waist to try and lift you off of him.
“What? No. Don't take too long!” You practically whined at him, not wanting to have to get up because of how comfortable you were.
“Aww you'll miss me?” He had the biggest smirk on his face.
“You wish, just go!” You fell back into the couch not even two seconds after he made his way over to the bathroom.
While JJ was still in the bathroom the door opened and then slammed shut. John B had just gotten back, from where, you aren't quite sure.
“Hey JB” you greeted him, still holding the little bit of beer you had left in the bottle.
“Y/n are you fucking kidding me?!” He practically yelled at you. You had gotten startled but after he said that you heard the toilet flush and the water run meaning one thing. JJ would be out and back soon.
“What did I do?” You reply to him defenselessly while looking around trying not to make eye contact.
“Are you actually kidding me right now? No wonder why DCS is always on our butts, it's because of you and your obsession with dri-.” John B had now been cut off by JJ standing in front of Y/n.
“Woah John B no. What is your problem man? She has done nothing wrong besides have a much needed relaxing day. Don’t ruin that for her.” You were happy JJ had spoken up for you because truth be told you did need this day.
“Shit man, you're right. Y/n I'm sorry I just had a shit day at work and then I also went to a DCS meeting I didn't tell you we had.”
“Why wouldn't you tell me we had it? I could've been there with you.” Now he felt bad.
“I know but like JJ said, you needed this day to relax.”
“It's ok, next time just tell me.”
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**i will continue to update this as time goes on and i find new fics to add
john b x sister!reader
next time tell me | by: @savywrites
brother knows best | @soundsgoodfeelslikeshit
JJ x sister!reader
needed you: by @alyswritings
what about me | by: @savywrites
untitled fic | by: @noahmaxim
same old story | by: @frost-queen
return of the mom | by: @alyswritings
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Brothers Best Friend
JJ Maybank x Routledge!Reader
Word Count: 2,002
Summary: As the gang hatches an illicit scheme to get to the bottom of the deep-sea mystery, John B confronts Sarah while Pope jumps for revenge.
Pairing(s):
John B x twin sister!reader
JJ Maybank x girlfriend!reader
Kiara and Pope x bestfriend!reader
Notes: reader uses she/her pronouns. Also I had to change the amount of money for each person, that’s why it’s not 100 million for each person. ALSO I’M SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO POST THIS!!
Warnings: underage drinking, mentions of a gun, if you see any more lmk!
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“What’d you find?” (y/n) called out. Kiara handed John B an envelope and took the hand (y/n) extended to her.
“That’s not gold,” Pope note’s when John B pulls his hand back, revealing the envelope to the rest of the group. Kiara grunts as she jumps down to the forest floor.
“Holy shit,” John B mutters. (y/n) looks over his shoulder, eyes running over the black words written in sharpie. “This is from dad.”
(y/n)’s eyebrows furrow. The clicking of a lighter catches the girl's attention, seeing her boyfriend blow out smoke as he stares out into the woods. He’s stiff when he says the words, “code red. Code red. Square groupers! Square groupers!”
He turns around and start’s to run, grabbing onto (y/n)’s hand and pulling her along as the others follow. The five of them hide behind the massive tombstone.
“Light!” Kiara reminds. John shoves his light under his shirt, attempting to dull it’s brightness. JJ puts his blunt out on the grave. A small car park’s, and a few men hop out.
“Homie’s got a gun,” JJ says, breath’s uneven.
“Screw this,” (y/n) sighs, standing up. She runs forward and everyone follows her lead towards the large fence. JJ grabs onto her hips, lifting her up so she can easily climb over.
They quickly run over to the van but stop when Pope yells, “I’m stuck!”
“Don’t move,” JJ warns, raising the gun in his hands. He points it towards the boy on the fence, but (y/n) smacks his hands. Kiara pulls on Pope’s shorts, shushing his protests.
The fabric suddenly rips, and they all laugh as Pope runs into the van in only his underwear. The van drives off, leaving security on the other side.
~~
“That’s disgusting, J.” (y/n) watches in horror as the boy spreads peanut butter onto moldy bread.
“I’ll just pull off the bad parts,” JJ shrugs, turning towards his girlfriend. “Plus, mold is good for you. It’s just a natural organism.”
“It’s definitely not.” (y/n) leans away when the blonde holds the food out to her. She maneuvers around him, walking towards the small table John B sits at. “Come on, JJ.”
“Yup, yup, yup,” he says. “Hot damn! Let’s do it.” He takes a bit of the sandwich, but soon spits it out, gagging. John B rips open the envelope, pulling out a large map.
“Holy shit,” he says.
“Oh.” Pope points to a large ‘X’ written in black marker. “X marks the spot.”
John B pulls out a small box from the envelope, looking at it with his brows furrowed.
“What’s that?” JJ asks.
“It’s a tape recorder, dumbass,” Kiara sighs, looking from Pope to (y/n). JJ only shrugs as John B presses play.
“Dear Red bird and little canary.”
“Who’s bird and little canary?” JJ asked. (y/n) leans forward, resting her hand on John’s shoulder.
“It’s what our dad used to call us,” John B murmurs.
“I hate to say ‘I told you so’, but I told you so.” Big John chuckles slightly and (y/n)’s breath hitches. “And you doubted your old man.”
“I suspect at this moment, you’re filled with guilt and self-loathing over our last fight, but don’t kill yourself just yet, kids. I didn’t expect to find the merchant either.” There’s a pause, and (y/n) leans her head on JJ’s shoulder while John only stares blankly. “You we’re probably right to call me out. Wasn’t exactly father of the decade. What can I say? I could smell the barn. And hopefully, we’re listenin’ to this in our brand new sugar-shack down in Costa Rica, livin’ off passive investments and pulling on permits. If not, and you find this for less than optimal reasons, well, that’s what the map’s for.”
“I love you two, even if I didn’t always act like it. John B, look out for your sister. Her and that boy....” A final pause. “I’ll see you both on the other side.”
Silence fills the room as the recording stops with a soft click. John B stands up, leaving the room with a small sob. JJ pulls (y/n) into his arms, and she pushes her face into his neck with a sniffle.
“I got you,” JJ mutters, pressing his nose into her hair, eye’s following Kiara as she walks over to John B’s side. JJ kisses the top of (y/n)’s head, feeling tears falling onto his neck. “I got you, baby.”
Kiara wraps her arms around John B, attempting to console him as he leans against the wall. Kiara kisses his shoulder, squinting her eye’s shut at the sound of John B’s sobs.
~~
“How much was it again?” JJ asks aloud, halting Kiara’s soft playing on her ukulele. The sun had set, and the five pogue’s were all sitting outside.
“Four hundred mil,” Pope states. A loon called out into the distance, and (y/n) stared out into the water as JJ ran a hand through her hair. John B stared out into the night, sipping on a beer he held in his hand.
“All right, let’s talk the split,” JJ sighs, turning towards the rest of his friends, careful not to knock (y/n) off the railing as he shifted. He raises the gun he holds in his hand. “Now, before we say ‘evenly’, may I remind you that I am the only one that can properly defend us from those groupers that were after us. Protection? Not cheap, okay?”
“You haven’t trained,” Pope complains. “You’ve done zero training.”
“YouTube, bro! That’s at least a five percent bump right there.”
“You haven’t-”
“Any objections? Didn’t think so.”
Kiara cuts off the boys’ bickering. “What are you gonna do with your 80 mil, Pope?”
The boy looks down at the ground before speaking. “Pay for college in advance. And also, textbooks. Those are expensive.”
JJ pulls (y/n) closer to his chest by her waist as he swivels his head to look at Kiara. “What about you, Kie?”
“Yeah, what does a socialist do when she’s rich?” Pope asks, furrowing his brows in curiosity.
Kiara chuckles. “Just wanna make a double album,” she smiles. “About OBX, the Pogues. You know, the way Catch a Fire is about Kingston. Record it at Marley Studio, Peter Tosh producing.
“Peter Tosh is dead-”
“Peter Tosh is dead. I know that, Pope. The spirit of Peter Tosh will never die.” Kiara raises her beer, silently cheering the rest.
“I know what I’m gonna do,” JJ says. “I’m gonna get a big ass house on Figure Eight and go full Kook.”
“You’re gonna go full Kook?” Pope clarifies in disbelief.
“Yup. Gonna get a marble statue of myself, and then I’m gonna get a koi pond.”
His answer makes both Pope and Kiara laugh. “I’m never visiting,” Kiara states, still chuckling.
“What are you gonna do, (y/n)?” Kiara asks.
The girl lifts her head from JJ’s shoulder, humming in thought. “I don’t know, have to think about it. It’s a lot of money.”
“What about you, JB?” Pope asks. The four of them look over as John B turns.
“To going full Kook,” John B says, raising his beer for a cheers.
“To going full Kook!” The rest repeat, raising their own drinks.
~~
“You guys see that?” JJ whistles. Seated in the front of the HMS Pogue, arm’s propped up on his knee’s, JJ watches as (y/n) peels off her t-shirt, leaving her in a bikini top. “That’s the Malibu 24-MXZ, the worlds finest wakesetter. Number one in luxury, quality, and performance. 200K, easy.”
“We picked the wrong parents.” Pope’s voice is monotone as he stares at the boat.
“I hate to break it to you guys, but that’s Topper and his girlfriend,” Kiara states.
(y/n) stares at the boat passing bye, seeing Topper with his arm around Sarah’s waist as they stare back. (y/n) rolls her eyes, lifting her sunglasses off her head to slide them over her eyes. She scoot’s over to JJ, wrapping her arm around his torso and she smiles at Kiara’s next words.
“You don’t have to act like you don’t see us, bitch.”
~~
“All right, keep a look out. We’re behind enemy lines,” JJ sighs as the Twinkie rolls into the driveway of a large hotel. He pulls out the gun from his pocket, looking at John B waves a hand.
“Yo, come on, man. Just put it back,” John B groans.
“What?” JJ protests.
“JJ.”
“You can never be to careful.”
Pope leans his arm on the open window of the passenger seat, looking at the blonde holding the weapon. “Hey, I predict that bringing a weapon to a four-star hotel will likely cause more problems then they solve.”
“Thank you, Pope.”
“I sweat to God, I’m gonna throw that thing in the ocean, JJ. Put it back,” (y/n) says, leaning on the console between the two boys before sitting back next to Kiara.
John B snatches the gun from JJ’s hand and the blonde gives him a look. “You can’t grab a gun like that.”
They all got out of the car and Pope asks, “so, where are we going now?”
“We’re getting on the internet because only rich people have electricity right now,” JJ states. “This way!”
~
“Andrew!” JJ calls out as the Pogue’s walk through a hot kitchen. His finger’s lace through (y/n)’s as they walk, and the girls eyes flick around the room in curiosity. He nods at another staff member, leading the rest of his friends around the space. He reaches down for the food on a plate. “Mama, L, good to see you.”
“JJ!” The woman snaps, slapping the boys hand away.
“See they got the backup generator’s goin’? Kook’s don’t miss a beat.”
~
“Sweet lord, internet!” Pope exclaimed the second he enter’s the empty rooms. He walks up to one of the computers, excitedly sitting in one of the chairs. “I’ve missed you.”
“Hey! Hey! Hey!” John B whispers, placing a folded piece of paper onto the table. “I got the map!”
“Coordinates, please?”
“34° 57′ 30″ north. 75° 55′ 42″ west,” John B says, and the coordinates soon showed up on the map displayed on the computer. “Boom, continental shelf right there.”
“Well, if it’s off the deep end, it’s not gonna be much of a treasure hunt, is it?”
John B sigh’s at Pope’s response, continuing to stare at the screen as the map zooms in. “C’mon baby. C’mon,” JJ mutters. Although his head turns around when he hears footsteps and laughter from outside.
“Shit,” (y/n) says. “It’s on the high side. It’s only 900 feet.” Pope turns to give her a look.
“That’s not that deep,” JJ states.
“Is that doable or something?” Kiara asked.
“Yeah, totally doable,” JJ replied.
“Okay, will we be taking your personal submarine?” Pope’s voice was sarcastic.
“How do you know this, Mr. Dive Master?” John B asked, raising a hand in the air in question.
“The salvage yard!” JJ says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “They got a drone that can drop 1,000. It has a 360 camera and everything. It’s for, like, deep dives and stuff. It’s exactly what we need.”
“And, can your dad get his grimy little hands on it?” John B questions.
“Well my dad’s little grimy hands got his ass fired. I guess the salvage captain frowns on showin’ up shitfaced, turns out. But the drone’s there. It’s in the impound yard out back.”
“How much did you say was on the Royal Merchant, again?” (y/n) asks.
“Four hundred million,” both John and JJ clarify. Pope runs to the door, guarding it with his body so no one can leave.
“Four hundred million dollars,” (y/n) repeats in disbelief. She runs up to the door, attempting to shove Pope away.
“No. Absolutely not. Absolutely not. No!” Pope states.
“Pope, move!” (y/n) pushes the boys arms away, opening the door with JJ right behind her. She waves for everyone else with her hand, “come on.”
“Can’t we do anything legal for money?” Pope complains.
~~
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A Christmas Tease | John B Routledge
Warnings: cursing, smut, lingerie, teasing, unprotected sex
Pairings: John B Routledge x Female Reader
Summary: In which Y/N makes the bold decision to tease her boyfriend John B but, she puts a festive spin on things.
© Honeybear-Yammy, please do not steal, translate, copy, or transfer my work.
You were in John B’s room. You were trying on some things that you bought while you were at the mall. To be more specific you were trying on lingerie that you got from the mall. Some of them were normal ones that you would usually get and others were festive. You knew that you were going to wear one of the festive ones tonight because you wanted to show one off to your boyfriend John B. You loved to tease him like this and what better way to do it than dressing up like this.
You had a few festive pieces that you were thinking of teasing him with but, you didn’t know which one to use. You figured a Santa one would be the best for this type of thing so you chose that one. It was basically just a red two piece with white fluff on it. You then just sat on the bed and waited for John B to come home. After a few minutes you herd the front door unlock so you knew he was home now.
“You home y/n?” He asked. “Yeah! I’m in the bedroom!” You said. He came in and he saw you. His jaw dropped slightly and his eyes widened a little. You giggled. “What’s wrong baby?” You asked with a small smirk. “I- uh-” He coughed. “I see you went shopping today.” He said. You could already see the boner growing in his shorts. “I did..” You giggled. “Did you like what I bought? I bought it just for you.” You said. “Well yeah.. you look.. so hot.” He said. “Oh yeah? You like it?” You giggled. “Yeah.. I really like it.” He said with a small smirk.
“Why don’t you show me how much you like it.” You sat up on your knees and giggled. John B smirked and walked over then gently pushed you back onto the bed. You giggled biting your lip looking up at him. He smirked and got on top hovering over you. He kissed you roughly and you put your hands through his hair then gently tugged on his hair. He started nibbling on your ear making you gasp and bite your lip to muffle your moans.
“Don’t hold them back baby.” He said against your skin. He kissed along your jawline then went down to your neck. You let out a moan and tugged on his hair a little more. He smirked seeing how needy you were and he was going to go down to eat you out but.. you stopped him. “Please..” You whimpered. “I need you now.” You said. John B liked how needs you were for him so he obeyed your wishes. He pulled took his clothing off and moved your thong to the side. He aligned his cock with your entrance before thrusting into you.
You gasped and moaned out. John B was always so fucking good at fucking you. He knew your body better than you did and he could always hit the right spots. He was going slightly slow at first to tease you making you whine. “Please go faster.” You whined. With that he sped up… a lot. He pounded into you as you moaned out loudly. You went to put your hands through his hair again but he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head. You whined because you couldn’t touch him.
“You’re so needy for me baby.” John B said as he groaned out. You just kept getting louder and with every thrust he kept going faster. You threw your head back and arched your back. All you could feel was euphoria. You felt that familiar knot bubbling in your stomach and you clenched around his cock. You could tell he was close too, his thrusts were starting to get sloppy.
“Fuck I’m close!” You moaned out. “Come on, cum for me baby.” He said as he let your hands free and reached down to rub your clit at the same pace he was fucking you at. With that you moaned out loudly, your back arched, your legs began to tremble and you saw stars as you came hard on his cock. After a few minutes you could feel his dick twitching inside of you. He groaned out as he released, shooting his load deep inside of you. You caught your breath and he laid beside you breathlessly.
“God that was hot.” You giggled breathlessly. “It really was. You should wear these more often.” He smirked. “How about tomorrow night.” You said with a smirk. “Deal.” He smirked.
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Paradise on Earth (20)
Chapter: 20. The Coastal Venture
Pair: JJ Maybank x Routledge! Reader
Summary: John B, Pope, JJ, Kiara, and You are on the way to help Sarah and retrieve the cross.
Warnings: language, violence, mentions of death and kidnapping
Word Count: 3.7k
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The heat in the torture chamber was going to make you stab somebody. You’ve never felt this suffocated before.
“Let’s address the elephant in the room,” John B announces and focuses his attention on you, “Y/n.”
“Are you fat shaming me, JB?”
He narrows his eyes at you, “You know what I mean.”
“Is this even an appropriate time to be talking about this?” You wonder aloud. He couldn’t seriously expect to get into this right now, you hadn’t even found a way to leave this hell hole without getting caught by the crew members and now, he wanted to talk about your controversial sex life.
“Uh, yeah, ‘cause if I have to keep thinking about what Sarah might be going through right now, I’m gonna go crazy.”
You brace yourself for the worst, “Oh God.”
He doesn’t say anything, he stays in his position on top of a stretch-wrapped box. “So?”
You glance to the side and back at him, “So, what?”
“We’re waiting,” He extends his arms outward to gesture to the crowded area of your friends. Kie took off her jacket and let out a breath, Pope was leaning his head against other containers listening.
“I don’t know what you want me to tell you, I’ve already apologized. Not that that fixes anything or takes anything back.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” Pope said. “What’s done is done, we have much bigger things to worry about but since we’re getting into it; I just wanna know what your thought process was-”
John B cut him off, “Or whatever the opposite of that is ‘cause you obviously weren’t thinking clearly.”
“Alright, you know what, no.” You got up from where you were sitting cross-legged on the bottom of the container. “I wasn’t thinking and at that moment I didn’t regret it because he cared about me, I’m not going to go into detail about how or what he made me believe about him ‘cause I obviously didn’t know him as well as I thought…”
“So he manipulated you?” Pope asked.
“No, not entirely,” You risked a quick glance at JJ whose gaze averted from your own. “He made me feel like he cared, I was hurt and felt neglected. I’ve always been a part of the Pogues but it always felt like I’m just John B’s sister to you guys like I’m only along for the ride. I don’t have much to offer the group, Rafe made me feel seen as ironic as that is.”
“That’s some bullshit, Y/n,” John B scoffed.
JJ steps forward, “John B.”
John B stares at JJ with pure annoyance, “I don’t see how you’re not losing your shit over this, you’re always going on about how she’s like a sister to you, this is some high-level offensive shit and you’re all chill?”
“She was right,” JJ shook his head. “This isn’t the time, alright? We gotta figure out how the hell we're gonna get out of this, you know these things lock from the outside? This is your fault and now we’re trapped in this death cage!”
“JJ, you’re not helping,” Pope was breathless as he spoke. All you knew was that there was not enough oxygen coming in to be wasting our breath on arguing.
“You don’t have enough room to talk right now, Pope, you said you had a plan, but what happened to thinking ahead?”
“I find your lack of self-knowledge disturbing.”
JJ laughs sarcastically, “Last I checked, you literally shot an oil container with the gat, remember that?”
“Oh my God, Shut up!” Kie who was perched on the highest stacked container, stretched her foot slamming it between the two boys against the other box parallel to hers. “Shut up! Pull it together.”
She removes her foot with a roll of her eyes landing on yours and puffing out a breath, mouthing the word boys to you.
~~~
“Hey Pope, how do you kill a snake?” JJ asks randomly.
You lost track of how long you’ve been in here, looking out of the metal panel of the vent/window, whatever it was. It had to be around noon.
“You go for the head,” Pope answers with exhaustion.
“Exactly, but the head in this instance, is the bridge. To take the bridge, we need maximum firepower and I happen to know that there’s an armory on this ship in case of pirate attacks.”
“Pirate attacks,” You mocked in a whisper. Kie gets up from her place on the ground and walks behind JJ, through the middle of the columns of boxes, nodding for you to follow.
“You lost me,” She said as she passes him.
“I’m talking knives,” He tells her.
You pat his arm as he continues his nonsensical planning, “Killing everybody here is not a plan.”
“You too?” He waves his hand dismissively, “Alright, we lost them. I’m serious, if we get to the armory, I’m talking AKs, pistols, knives, double barrels-”
“Are you okay?” Kie searches your face with sympathetic eyes. “John B shouldn’t have called you out like that.”
You shrugged, “Yeah, to be expected honestly. I’m more worried about how we're gonna get out of here, he can bitch at me later.”
You caught a glimpse of light shining on her face and follow the beam to where sunlight was peeking through, hidden behind a barrel of tubing. “Hold up,” You carry the heavy roll and place it on another one beside it.
“Guys,” Kie calls out to the boys who were now bickering loudly, “Guys!”
With a look, they come over to where you and Kie were determining whether or not you all could fit through another vent. It was bigger than the other one, you’d have to find a way to pop it out.
“What was that about a Swiss Army knife not coming in handy?” JJ pulls one out of his pocket and climbs on top of one of the rolls and begins to remove the screws. “Okay, we raid the armory, get weapons, roll back here, and plot the next move.”
That didn’t sound like a stable plan.
“The armory is on the third deck, aft, near the laundry room.” He instructs Pope and John B, “Let’s roll.”
“JJ, hold up.” Pope stops him before he can fully take out the vent, “I don’t think we should all go out there, it’s too risky.”
“Why?”
John B and Pope give each other an unspoken message, and your brother confesses, “I’m just gonna be honest, I think you should stay here.”
JJ had a puzzled look, “What?”
“I have Sarah that I’m gonna go after and Pope has the cross, also, if you go out there there’s a hundred percent possibility that you’re gonna do something stupid.”
“Okay, first of all, I think the correct terminology is ‘ballsy’, that is it,” He tries to debate but Pope pulls him down from his spot that was blocking the exit. “I’m a field player.”
John B shushes him, “If we go out there and we get in a bind, we need someone to look out for us. That’s what we need.”
That was the only way you figured he could convince JJ to stay behind with you and Kie, no doubt he felt a little betrayed by the boys.
“Okay, I get it, I get it.” He tunes out the rest of John B’s words, “I’ll be on ‘B team’.”
“I never said B team,” John B states.
Kie sputters motioning to you and herself, “Sorry, are you calling us ‘B team’?”
“Did ‘B team not just find our way out or am I totally tripping?” You say, looking between JJ and Kie.
Pope grasped JJ by the shoulders, “Just hang back and hold down the fort.”
“Great, looking forward to it,” JJ purses his lips. “You guys have fun, it’s your funeral, your game. I’ll be in here, on the bench.”
He backs away into the area the five of you were once suffering in, Kie grabs both Pope and John B and gives them, her last words of wisdom before sending them on their way. John B didn’t so much as give you a last glance before climbing out of the small window.
~~~
The lack of flowing oxygen in the container was concerning, you grew up with struggling winters and no electricity during hot summers but this felt like hell. Especially now with the conversation that you were witnessing.
JJ began to express his dream of traveling the world with the riches you were in the process of acquiring and surfing every coast he comes across.
“When all this is over, and we’re just rolling in the dough.” He speaks with half-lidded eyes, sweat beads down his neck with his head leaning against a netted crate. “I’m gonna get a new board, deck it out, and I’m gonna go on a surf trip. I don’t know where, but the world’s calling.”
You felt so faint and fatigued from the heat, yet the thought of JJ being excited about a future when all his life he’d been told he wouldn’t have one, made your heart warm.
“Name a place,” He tells Kie.
She rolls her head in thought, “Spain.”
“Then after Spain, South America, or South Africa.”
You raise a brow, “You’ll go to South Africa?”
“One of the South places,” He shrugs. “Then Micronesia maybe, and then… and just ride. Wherever the wave takes you, you know?”
“So that’s the plan if we were to get a ton of cash, that’s the dream. Surf trip?”
You watch Kiara as she asks and that’s when you notice, the hope in her heart that’s shining through her eyes, the soft smile as JJ describes the end goal of this adventure. JJ resembles the freedom and lifestyle she craves to escape the Kook life her parents have for her.
“Ripping jungle break all day long, bamboo hit, cooking a fish on the fire, and after that, you go back out and just hit the waves again. That’s the dream.”
Then, at the same time after listening to the blissful life of adventure, you and Kie respond at the same time. “Sounds perfect.”
Your and Kie’s eyes meet at your matching answers, the nonverbal confirmation that you both wanted it. You both wanted the dream and you wanted it with JJ.
Kie recovered faster than you did, “Got room for one more?”
JJ chuckles casually and taps your knee that bumps into your other one from the way you were sitting. The little tap gave you hope.
“You got your passport?” He sideglances you before asking her.
She grins, “You don’t have a passport.”
“Hell no, I don’t have a passport, that’s the Kookiest thing ever.” They laugh in sync, and your hope is gone.
Thankfully you hear a whistle come from outside the vent and you immediately jump up to open it, passing it to Kie who was right behind you. Pope climbs through, then John B, you were about to cover the hole when Pope stops you.
A girl wearing a workers cap pops up from the other side, “Jesus Christ! I kill you, John B!” she threatens your brother with a thick West Indies accent.
“Who is this?” Kie begins to panic.
“Just relax, okay?” He tries to ease her mind, “I told you I had a surprise. Remember I told you about the girl we met in the Bahamas that saved us?”
You took in the appearance of the girl standing above you and tried to match her face to the name your brother told you, “This is Cleo?”
“She’s gonna help us,” John B said more to Kie than to you. You wondered what it was gonna take to get John B to forgive you.
“Next time, ask me,” Cleo retorted.
John B and Pope updated you all on what happened when they left the container, the only thing they succeeded in doing was getting the crew's attention, getting Cleo on your side, and not grabbing any weapons on their way back.
“This is why I should have gone with you,” JJ emphasized. For once, you would’ve agreed with him, if only so that you didn’t have to sit through Kiara fawning over JJ.
“Let me get this straight,” Cleo cuts in. “You five, with no weapons, decided you were gonna hijack this tramp steamer on your own? Do you have any idea who these people are?”
She stares you all down like a mother scolding you for touching a hot stove, “Eberhimi, if he catches you, he’s gonna kill you. Dead. Cut off your fingers.”
“What about waiting until we get to port?” Kie suggests. “At least then, if something goes wrong we have a place to run.”
You shake your head, “We can’t wait, by now they already know we're here.”
“I’ve run this scenario over a thousand times in my head, our best chances are on this ship.” Pope adds, “There are fifteen crew members and six of us, three-to-one odds, that’s the best it’ll get. If we wait till we get there, they’ll trap us.”
“We have no chance,” Kie protests.
“There’s something else,” John B spoke, and by the look on his face- it had to be bad news. Your stomach sunk, and your mind immediately went to Sarah, Was she hurt? Dead? “Ward’s alive.”
The worst thing he could have said, your father's killer was alive, the peace you thought you had when he was dead was ripped away from you once again. There was no winning against him.
“He’s alive, and he’s on this boat. It was all a setup, blowing up the boat, the confession to Shoupe. Think about it, that was to clear Rafe’s name.” John B glances at you, “And he does what? Goes to the Druthers, and what’s on the Druthers?”
“Scuba,” You exhale your answer, your back hitting a corner of a box.
“Ward’s alive, he’s got the gold and the cross.” JJ’s boots slam down on the metal as he climbs off the crates he was hanging on to. “And Sarah.”
“Thanks for rubbing that in,” Kie looks up to the ceiling.
“He’s just gonna get away with everything again, huh?” JJ shakes his head in denial, “Not happening. We’re not watching this movie again, right, Pope? You said we need the win, and with her,” He points to Cleo. “We’re going to the bridge and we’re gonna take it right now.”
“Let’s do it,” John B nods.
“I’m with you, and I wanna be the one to take that bridge,” Pope agrees with a new fire in his eyes.
Cleo snickers, “He’s gonna take that bridge?”
“Yeah,” JJ defends Pope.
“He couldn’t even take me.”
You giggled at that, as much as you would like to believe in Pope, he would definitely need help.
“First of all, I was going easy on you.”
“I went easy on you,” With the knife in her hand, you would bet on her.
John B shushes them both, “Relax, both of you.”
JJ takes the silence as an opportunity to say his plan aloud, “If you’re with us, we can use that knife to hold it up against the captain’s neck then we go on the intercom and make him tell the rest of the crew to meet up in the forward hull. Once they’re in the same place, we lock them in there and we take back what’s ours.”
“I like it, it could work,” Pope concurs.
“Are you with us?” JJ meets Cleo’s eye to ask her seriously.
She takes a second, “No. This is stupid.” Cleo looks at you sharply. There was a man shouting orders from outside to check the containers, she hops onto the platform and opens the vent. She hops out, and you all hear her shout a name.
You were starting to think about how John B was wrong to trust her when you heard her tell the men that were trying to open the container that she searched it already. You all breathe a sigh of relief.
“She’s on our side,” JJ says. “Pope, you’re up, we’ll wait for your signal.”
Pope pulls the vent from the hole once more, climbing out. You watch as he follows Cleo with no trail before covering it up again.
You were getting anxious about how long it was taking, how long does it take to take over a bridge anyway?
“You think he’ll pull it off?” You ask Kie. Right as she opened her mouth to respond, the order from an unrecognizable voice was heard through the intercom.
“Repeat. All hands and all passengers report to the tween forward hull immediately.”
“Sounds like he did,” JJ responded. “Let’s split up, once they’re all in the hull, Kie, Y/n, and I will lock them inside.”
“Is that really a three-person job?” John B asks JJ.
You look at him suspiciously, “I’d go with you if you wanted me to, but...”
“Now is not the time guys,” Kie tells you both.
“Fine, I’ll find Sarah and get the lifeboat.”
“We’ll meet you, load the cross, and get out of here,” Kie confirms the plan.
JJ climbs out first, John B after, then Kie, and You. You glance behind you to check if there was someone coming before walking after the rest of them. John B went his separate way as soon as you all made it inside the ship. You and Kie followed JJ to the forward hull, knowing you’d get lost on your own.
There are still a couple of crew members making their way inside, huffing and complaining as they went.
“How many?” JJ whispers to where you and Kie were pressed against the metal wall. You hold up three fingers as you counted the men walking. You heard Wheezie talking to Rose, and walking behind them was Rafe.
You almost gasped as you saw him, and moved your head out of sight. You were sweating from the nerves and anxiety of potentially getting caught as well as the heat. “That’s all of the crew,” You whisper to JJ.
“Except Ward, we need Ward.”
“We can’t wait,” Kie tells you both. JJ begrudgingly nods for you all to go ahead with the plan. You, Kie, and JJ push the heavy metal door shut, the crew members from the inside were pushing it to stay open. You plant your feet as you push against them, using all your strength, and JJ officially closes the latch.
You heard their footsteps run away from the door they were fighting against you. “There’s another door!”
The three of you bolt to the other side, the crew members were too late. JJ managed to close the smaller exit before they could fight against it. With no crew members to stop you, JJ found a lower ground where the cross could be.
You climbed down the ladder where there was a wooden box, the shape of the cross, was. A blanket was lazily thrown over it, you, JJ, and Kie uncover it.
JJ smiles at you both, “Surf trip.” He reaches out his hand to do your secret handshake, he had a different one with both you and Kie.
The ceiling began to open, and Pope was standing on top, Finding this cross was a huge step in the right direction, Ward may be alive but the Pogues were going to take back what was rightfully yours, one by one. Sarah, The Cross, your lives.
You, JJ, and Kie let out shouts of excitement as Pope pumps his fist in the air, “The time where people do shit to us and we just sit back and take it is over!”
With final whoops of encouragement, Pope rushes to the crane as you, Kie, and JJ prep the cross for him with the thick rope hooked on each side of it.
“It’s ready for you Pope!” JJ shouts at him.
Pope lifts the cross quicker than he should, you shout him a warning, JJ directs him to move the cross more to the middle but he moves it far to the left. The Cross swings at a barrel of wrapping, knocking it over.
“Too far, too far!” Kie exclaims.
You hear a faint, “My bad!” coming from inside the crane.
“Your other middle!” You told him. JJ helps him by moving the extra rope from the cross and guiding it to where it isn’t hitting the ‘ceiling’ until he finally had it in the air.
You and the others go back to the upper deck from the same ladder, passing where Pope was with the crane and the cross, making sure it was clear before moving forward in your search for the lifeboats and John B. You kept going until you saw a man who looked boiling mad.
“I don’t see him,” JJ said.
“J,” You called his attention as he was looking over for John B. You and Kie shared a concerned look.
The man pulls out a machete, “Of course, there’s more of you. Get down on your knees.”
“Yeah that’s not gonna happen,” JJ speaks right before the man swung his machete down on JJ. He manages to dodge it and gets a hold of his forearm, pushing it onto the wall, you and Kie hold it down as JJ punches him. Kie lets go, and you open the metal emergency kit door, slamming it in his face, knocking him back.
Kie looks over to the lower level and calls for John B as JJ attempts to fight off the guy who’s two times his size. JJ gets shoved on the ground, his head hitting the floor, the man makes his way to Kie who had her guard down.
“Kie!” You yelled out her name as a warning and jump on the man's back, your right arm around his neck- choking him and your left arm pulling against his with his hold on the machete to keep him from swinging it at your friend.
You heard JJ shout at you, “Y/n, no!”
You couldn’t hold him back, he slams his back against the railing which meant that you would take the hit, your spine hit the edge making fall off his back and onto your feet. He then, with full force, elbows you in your stomach. You couldn’t breathe, he literally knocked the wind out of you and as he swung the machete at Kiara, she ducked and the blunt end of it hit you in the head and you went straight into the water.
JJ dove in after you, Kie kicked the man back and went in after him.
“Y/n!” Kie swam after you.
JJ held you in his arms, desperately trying to keep you afloat while also keeping himself up. “Y/n, c’mon, stay with me, baby!”
“John B!” He dully heard Kie shout. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t think, he was struggling to keep you both up but he didn’t care how much his arms ached, he would make you sure you were alive.
“Y/n, please,” He begged. “John B’s coming alright? He’s coming, Kie!”
The lifeboat came around the corner of the ship in the distance.
Kiara continued to scream for John B to rescue the three of you. At the sight of you, unconscious in JJ’s arm, John B felt sick. Pope, John B, and Sarah cried out for you as Kie helped JJ swim with the weight of your body.
John B pulled you from JJ’s hold and into the lifeboat, JJ hovered over your body, “C’mon, Y/n.” He held your cold cheek in his palm, wishing- willing for you to wake up. The lifeboat stopped moving.
“What’s going on?” Sarah asked.
“We’re stalling!” John B pulls the string to start the engine back up again.
“You serious? We’re sitting ducks,” Pope panics.
JJ looks up to the ship and sees Rafe pointing a gun at the boat, you were all in. He moves his body in a position where he’s covering you in case Rafe starts shooting, while John B keeps trying the motor.
Miraculously it starts, and speeds away, as soon as you all were in the clear, everybody turns their attention back to where you lie, unmoving.
“I’m sorry, alright?” John B crouched on your left, holding onto your hand. “I am so fucking sorry.”
JJ was beginning to feel anxious, the start of an anxiety attack forming in his chest, “Wake up, Y/n, wake up!” He had both of his hands on your cheeks, shaking you ever so slightly. Your eyes shot open, and you were coughing out water. “There you go, cough it out, baby.”
~~~
The first thing you saw was blue, your throat felt raw from the salt water you unknowingly consumed, your lungs were screaming, and your head was throbbing like you had a migraine that was splitting your head open but the only feeling that mattered was the one you felt when you saw him looking at you the way he was right now.
His eyes held words you wished you could understand, tears appeared as if they were about to spill over, and they did as he grinned so wide, his cheeks wrinkled his eyes.
“No CPR needed, huh?” Kie commented with a smile.
You broke the intense eye contact you had with JJ and felt a hand in yours, you looked to the hand's owner and saw your brother. He immediately engulfed you in a hug. “I’m not, not talking to you again.”
“Don’t lie to yourself, JB,” You hugged him back with feeble arms, relieved that he was no longer upset with you. “I’m sorry.”
“We’re all good, lil’ P,” John B ruffled your wet hair before letting you go. JJ was mute as he beamed down on you.
“Hey,” Your voice came out small.
His lips parted, once again, in a bright smile “Sup?” He brought your head to his chest, grabbed a piece of cloth, and dabbed at the side of your head that stung.
“What the hell happened?”
“The blunt end of a machete,” Kie explained.
“Next time, duck,” Cleo joked.
You chuckled, “I’ll try to remember that next time, thanks.”
Way into the distance, on the ship you had barely escaped from, the members of the crew were hoisting the cross from the water. The plan you all thought would work, and was working, had gone wrong. You were left with nothing. Ward had the cross, the gold, and the retribution you all thought you had when Ward was dead is gone.
At least Sarah was now safe and with her people, you thought as you and the girls sat against a couple of palm trees along the shore of a remote island.
“Good job, guys” Sarah cheered for the boys as they brought in the lifeboat from the water.
“Anybody knows where we’re at?” JJ threw out the question you were all wondering.
“Deserted beach, unknown island,” Pope answered as he settled down next to Cleo.
“Plan A, huh Pope?” JJ leaned his forearm against the tree to your left, you looked up at him from where your head lay on Kie’s lap. “That went well.”
“This is the lowest we can go,” Pope said. “We literally have nothing else to lose, the cross? Gone.”
You sat up, letting the weight on your hands that dug into the sand as you listed another thing off. “The gold? Gone.”
“Seriously, if we had a nickel for every time we got beat up, I’d say we’re at a dollar fifty.” JJ reminded the group.
“That’s more than I got on me,” Kie commented.
“Somehow that doesn’t make me feel better,” Said Sarah.
“Yeah, you’re right. But, we’ve had some good stuff happen.” Your head snapped to John B, wondering what speech of optimism he was going to muster up.
“Name some,” Pope told him.
“The boiler room, if the boiler didn’t explode, I wouldn’t have gotten away from Rafe. I couldn’t have gotten the zodiac and gotten us out of here.” He mentioned, and pointed to the lifeboat the newly branded ‘Zodiac’.
Cleo, who was to the right of John B, looked amused. “That wasn’t luck, that thing was gonna blow the second I stopped feeding it.”
“Stealing my thunder, Cleo.”
“Sorry.”
“Okay, Pope,” He redirects. “You’re related to Denmark Tanny, that’s crazy.”
“And I lost all of his inheritance,” Pope shut down John B’s next point. You knew where he tried to go with it, and you admired him for trying to keep the group's spirits high, but you were all literally on rock bottom.
You’ve accepted your fate, after your near-death experience, all that had bothered you before had drifted away just like you and that Pogues did. All except one, human-sized thing that was stuck on this island with you.
“You know what,” John B stood and faced the ocean with his arms out wide. “Guys, this is it. This is the Pogue life. We are in the Caribbean, it’s our own little slice of paradise, with my best friends- with my family. I wouldn’t wanna do it with anyone else.”
You raised your hand and pursed your lips, “Can you say that again in like two weeks? When we’re still here, starving, and fed up with me.”
“Y/n, you almost died, the love’s gonna last a ‘lil while- don’t ruin the moment.” He put up a hand as if to stop you from speaking. “Look, while you guys were complaining about every little thing, JJ?”
The blond who was stabbing his pocket knife in the tree, paused after sinking into the bark, humming in response.
“I was looking at those burly lefts,” John B points to the waves forming on the water.
“There are some slabs out there,” JJ agrees.
“Kie, you see that?” John B attempts to persuade her.
She shakes her head, “No boards.”
“Well, we can bodysurf till we make some boards.”
“Lame.”
“They are tasty,” Pope refers to the ocean. “There’s nobody around, we could squat here for a bit. Kind of belongs to us now, huh?”
“You got a point,” You shrug. “Seven-way split.”
“Poguelandia. I claim thee Poguelandia,” JJ pipes in with a posh accent. You noted how he carved ‘P4L’ on the bark of the tree right below where his knife was embedded, emphasizing your ownership of the island. Then returns to his normal voice, “I like the ring of it, I’m gonna make a flag. It’s gonna have a chicken on it with a coconut bra, smoking a J, in crocs.”
The image of it came to mind and you laughed, it was a little blurry but you didn’t doubt that JJ would make a real visual as soon as he could find the materials.
“I could use a J,” Kie confessed.
“Can we vote on this?” Sarah asked, John B reached out to her and pulled her out of the sand.
“‘Til death do us part?”
You looked away from their little moment, slapping your hands together to get rid of the sand that got stuck, when you looked up a hand was extended out to you. The owner of it being JJ, you took his hand and allowed him to wrap his arm around you.
“What’s up?” You ask him as he guides you along the coast, away from the group. You looked back to where Kie and Pope were teaching Cleo the Pogue handshake, Sarah and John B were a couple of feet behind you and JJ.
“Just wanted to check in on you,” He let his arm slip off your shoulders once you were far enough away from the others.
Besides your severe thirst for water, the pounding in your head had gone from a blinding headache to a dull throb, and despite the fact that you were on a deserted island? You were well.
“I’m good,” You told him honestly.
“You cared the shit out of me,” He let out a sigh. “You know, earlier?”
“When I got knocked the fuck out?” You laughed. “Yeah, well, he was going at Kie and I couldn’t just not do anything.”
“I don’t know what I would’ve done if I lost you, dude,” He fiddled with your fingers as he was holding your hand. You wanted to know what he meant- what he truly meant- by that.
“You’d survive, J,” You playfully pushed his shoulder. He didn’t budge. “It would suck, losing your only form of amusement, all of you would be losing an asset to the team.”
He didn’t laugh, he was standing in front of you, his back covering the view of you from the group and openly searching the features on your face. Your neck was tilted upwards, doing just the same. You'd be lying if you said you didn’t expect something to happen right now.
The way his face was the one you saw when you woke up, according to Kie he jumped into the water the moment you were hit, the way he was looking at you then- the way he was looking at you now. Everything that happened between you in the past, it had to mean something.
“Y/n, JJ!” John B’s shouting broke through the tension around you and JJ. “C’mon, we gotta get started on provisions!”
“We’re going!” You shout back, though you weren’t sure it was loud enough. You step to the side to move past JJ, “We should go before-”
He took a hold of your face with both of his hands and you thought that he was gonna do it, he was going to kiss you. Instead, he kissed you on your forehead and said “I just need you to know that I care about you, alright?”
You flushed, “Yeah. I care about you too, J.”
“Not that I’m letting that happen ever happening again, but I didn’t want you to die without me telling you.”
“Right.” That was not what you were expecting, you had to admit that you were disappointed, knowing JJ had a difficult time expressing his emotions but when he acts like this it builds up your hope.
~~~
Before the sun went down fully, you all had started a fire with Pope’s lighter and dry wood. Everyone was surrounding the fire, just like you all would in your backyard. The only thing lacking was the beer and the lights that JJ had strung up when he bought ‘the cat’s ass’.
With the fresh breeze and ocean spraying on you, JJ exaggerating his side of the story on the ship, Cleo showing off her knife tricks to Sarah who had John B’s arm around her, Pope correcting JJ on whatever parts he got wrong, and you and Kie leaning against each other for warmth.
It felt right, you felt at peace, like you were home. John B was right, you wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.
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Last Chapter of Season 2! What do you guys think?
Credit to @ steffi55 on wattpad for the idea to switch from JJ getting hurt to Y/n
Chapter 21
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hii i feel like john b doesn't get nearly enough fics and i <3 your writing so could i request a fic where he's having a rough day so he comes over and reader does her whole nighttime routine w him to help de-stress? 💗💗
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yes i totally agree, john b is so overhated for what
pairing. john b x fem!reader
warnings. literally nothing except fluff and ward being ward
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Today was not John B's day.
He woke up in a shitty mood and everything else just went along with that. He burnt his pancakes, he forgot to pay the water bill so he was stuck with cold water as a shower. He forgot to do laundry so he had to wear his dirty clothes. And the Camerons were being more asshole-ish than usual.
He just wanted to go home and eat, relaxing while watching a TV show. So why did Ward make him clean the yacht for the second time this week?
He texted you throughout working and you felt really bad. You wanted to do something that would cheer him up.
He heard a ding and pulled out his phone.
Y/N:) 💋☀️
oh, im sorry to hear that baby:/
Y/N:) 💋☀️
do u wanna come over and watch something?<3
maybe that'll help
Y/N:) 💋☀️
i love u jb:)
He smiled at your texts as he sent a quick text back, not wanting to hear another lecture about phones from Ward again.
JB 😎
No worries babe 😘💕
I love u too
JB 😎
That sounds like heaven 😫
Be there at 6 x
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Work couldn't have even sooner for John B. He was so excited to go see you; he's felt like it's been weeks even though in reality, it's only been maybe a day. Today just felt so long but he knew that one kiss from you, and all that stress would go away.
He pulled up to your house and quickly got out. He was prepared to spend the entire night with you, sleeping in your arms so that all his stress would melt away.
He knocked at the door and your mother answered, letting him know you had just got down with your shower and that you were upstairs. She also reminded John B to knock before going in.
As he was told, he knocked before going in.
"Mom, I'll be down in a minute, let me finish my skincare."
"It's not mom, It's John B."
You quickly jumped out of your chair and ran to the door, opening it and embracing John B. He smiled at your enthusiasm.
"Oh, John B. I missed you."
He leaned into you, sighing in content. "Me, too, baby. Me, too."
"I was just going to finish my skincare and we can go get some popcorn and eat, okay?"
"Um, actually. I think after the day I've had, I need a mask."
You smiled at your boyfriend. Your glad your skincare is rubbing off on him because you wanted him to relax (you also didn't want him to age badly). "Of course, baby! Just uh, go take a quick shower and we can get started!"
He didn't even have the energy to be offended at your underlining comment so he just nodded and went into your bathroom, closing the door.
As he showered, you got the candy and popcorn ready. He got out and he sighed in relaxation. He then looked at the bowl next to your bed to find his favorite candy. "Ooo."
He took a handful before you came in with a huge grin on your face. "Okay, we have either a peach collagen mask or a vitamin d matcha mask."
He laughed immaturely at the mention of D. "Vitamin D, of course."
You rolled your eyes playfully as you put down the other mask, opening the vitamin d sheet mask. "Did you wash your face?" You asked before putting it on.
"Yes."
"With my CeraVe cleanser?"
He nodded and sighed as if that was the most obvious thing in the world. But if you asked him that a few months ago, he would've asked who CeraVe was and what a cleanser is. You're glad you've taught him well.
You smiled at that, nodding. "Good."
You put on the mask and John B felt his muscles relaxing from your soft touch, and the gentleness of the sheet mask on his face. "This feels so nice. I can't remember a time when I didn't use masks."
"Mhm, I bet your skin feels the same."
He sighed contently as you fully adjusted the mask to his face. You walked away towards your mini-fridge to get a Jade roller. You went back to John B and started massaging his face with it.
"Wow, this feels nice. Is how the rich feel?" John B commented as you laughed.
You kept massaging for a few minutes before stopping, making John B groan. You rolled your eyes.
"My arms hurt, John B, I can't do this until it dries."
He sighed and nodded, "Okay fine."
John B then went to go sit on your bed and turn on the TV as you put your mask on. John B then went to the bedside table and grabbed the popcorn, eating it happily.
You smiled at your boyfriend. You're glad that he feels better now. You got into the bed too, taking some of the popcorn and eating it.
"Okay, babe. It's your pick, what're we watching?"
"21 Jump Street."
You sighed. "... Again?"
"Oh shush, I know you love staring at Channing Tatum."
You rolled your eyes playfully, knowing it was true.
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i would die for your heaven
summary; everything jj would do taking a shower with you; headcanon version
authors note; this is a HEADCANON, i wanted to title it something meaningful though. requests are open, or if you’d like more of these that as well :) and this is a short one but i’m working on multiple things rn.
warning; this is fluff
pairing; jj x fem!reader
If JJ hears shower water running and he’s not there, he will pester you into letting him join always. He could literally be in the middle of smoking a blunt, either way he’s hauling it toward the bathroom.
Who does she think she is? To shower alone? Without me? He’d think to himself everytime.
Literally taken aback.
JJ always sees it as a two for one, he gets endless touching and everlasting glances at your figure from the moment he got in to the moment he got out.
But he wasn’t always languishing that shower in a sexual manner.
It was desirable to give his ethereal devotion to you.
In every way, all the love he kept hidden for years was reserved for a company such as yours.
This fascination of having you in any way you’d allow him to.
He’d always ease his way into the bathroom coming up with some excuse.
“Man, I suddenly have to brush my teeth”
“Whew what do you know, gotta’ piss now!”
Or he’d just just come out say “If you don’t let me shower with you, m’gonna make a scene!”
Either way JJ knew you’d give into him, there was no doubt in his mind. Reminding you of the time you said he was irresistible.
And a plus is that it’s JJ, like look at him.
You’d have some sort of melodic tune brewing into the steamy shower air
and he’d eagerly peek his head in through the curtain.
“Fuck, I made a good choice, when I chose you,” he’d ramble on to compliment you. “Sometimes a man just really needs a pat on the back for that.”
“You aren’t getting one.”
He’d smirk, knowing full well you were lying through your teeth.
“You know you want to, baby.”
“Don’t just stand there, get in!”
JJ would strip to nothing, nearly tripping over himself to gawk at you. He pulls the curtain open wide, happily stepping in, whilst you’d lean back under the searing water to wet your hair.
Hands immediately wrapping around your waist, like an instinct. Flesh got to the touch not only from the water, but because he’s salivating and his body was aching to be near yours.
“So, so pretty.”
He’d always mumble, skin sticking to yours whilst he greeted you with several kisses to your neck.
“Help me wash my hair?”
He would almost admit that it was his favorite part but it wasn’t, his favorite part was just being in your presence.
To breathe in your oxygen.
“Smells like yummy.”
“Vanilla bean, J.”
He said that the last time, but he did it again just so he could see that same wholehearted grin on your face.
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To Say “I Love You” Right Out Loud | JJ Maybank
summary: JJ revisits his childhood and how he grew up with you through every side of life until he finally understands why this makes you so special
pairing: JJ Maybank x Routledge!reader
genre: fluff, a spark of angst
contains: a combo of “Both Sides Now” by Joni Mitchell and Love Actually (2003), mentions of death and child abuse. John B and JJ are childhood friends in this. I don’t know how to write dialogue. Drug usage (beer, weed).
word count: 6k
author’s note: I was immediately triggered by Joni’s astonishing performance at the Grammy’s and by remembering that the song is in one of my favorite movies. This is my favorite fanfiction I’ve probably ever written and I put so much time and love into this I really hope you like it.
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.
Rows and flows of angel hair, and ice cream castles in the air; and feather canyons everywhere. I looked at clouds that way. But now they only block the sun, they rain and they snow on everyone; so many things I would have done, but clouds got in my way.
College had finally ended. They had finally done it. Against all odds and contrary to the expectations of others, the pogues were finally free to embark on their own paths. And so, they gathered for one last celebration, a bonfire near the Cat's Ass, surrounded by shotguns, snacks, and reminiscing in the familiar feeling of just being together.
Spreading themselves along the space at the Chateau's yard, most of them ended up divided the comfortable water at the tub and the warmth of the fire, their laughter mingling with the sound of running water as they shared stories of what each of them could remember of their time roaming the Outer Banks as this fearless gang; the sentiment of each flashback was being intensified from the time they spent apart. As they were the pogues, it was not like their time together was abruptly interrupted, but the responsibilities and the minor distance happened during college, and they couldn't run away from it's effects; but the memories of those days seemed tattooed into their hearts and minds as they could recall every moment in lighthearted detail.
In a corner of the Cat's Ass, JJ found himself lost in a sea of memories, surrounded by the comforting embrace of his friends. You sat beside him in the water, the coolness soothing against your skin, while Cleo and Pope nestled comfortably at his other side. Outside, John B, Sarah, and Kie laughed and joked, their voices carrying on the night breeze. As he watched them, a faint, nostalgic smile tugged at the corners of JJ's lips, his heart heavy with the weight of their shared history, thinking back on how far they had come. They had started as a trio—himself and the Routledge twins, bound together by fate and circumstance.
The tree of you lay sprawled out on the sand for what seemed like hours, your eyes tracing the ever-changing shapes that danced across the sky. Castles, pirates, turtles—your imaginations ran wild, weaving tales of adventure and intrigue as you watched the clouds drift lazily overhead. At nine years old, you had joined your brother and JJ just a few moments ago, after spending the afternoon at a friend's house watching a Christmas movie, "Love Actually," with her mother.
As you settled into the sand, JJ couldn't resist a playful jab at the movie, dismissing it as a "dumb chick flick." his mind still floated between that child-like distaste of girls and the appreciation of you tagging along with him and John B back then. You swatted at him, your tiny arms barely reaching his chest, but it only elicited a smirk from the blond pogue. It was nice for you to actually share a moment with a nurturing figure at the absence of your own mom, who had just recently left for Colorado. Besides, you had eaten a whole bag of M&M's that she bought for you to share and you really liked the movie, even if it was funny how sometimes Mia's mom would tell you to close your eyes, your ears, or how sometimes you didnt really catch why she was laughing at some weird scene. You just rolled your eyes and brushed JJ's comment off, suggesting the sky gazing then relishing in the opportunity to spend time with him and your brother.
Your days were often filled with moments like this, carefree and full of laughter, the sound echoing against the backdrop of crashing waves. JJ's mother would eventually come to fetch the three of you, ushering you inside for sweet treats and cozy nights spent squeezed together in JJ's tiny room. Or you'd spend hours playing in the grass, watching as the river met the sea, until Big John's bell rang out, signaling the end of another day. You would get home covered in dirt, JJs hair color nearing yours and your brothers, so you would have a nice shower and come out to your dad telling treasure tales and making you hot chocolate.
One day, as Big John finished building a set of three swings for you, JJ's parents arrived. Standing side by side, the couple had brought beer and peanuts to complement what your dad already had inside for the night. That day, you were playing for hours, your small frame struggling to mount the swing until the duo stepped in to help. John B had made a mess while trying to help you hop on, and JJ stepped forward to push you, but in excited haste, he pushed too hard, and you tumbled to the ground, scraping your knee. As your first cry pierced the air, the adults rushed to your side, JJ's mother soothing your pain with stinging medicine and comforting words.
In the corner of your eye, you caught sight of JJ, guilt etched on his face as he watched you wince in pain. But your brother nudged him, urging him to shake off his guilt and claiming that this was just a mere blip in the larger scale of the adventure you lived today.
And as the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the beach, Luke took charge, setting a bonfire ablaze near the ancient tree in the backyard. The flames flickered casting shadows that stretched out against the sand. You gathered around the fire, marshmallows in hand to be skewered and toasted, laughter filled the air and echoed into the night. The hours slipped away unnoticed, so as the night wore on and the fire burned low, reluctantly, you bid farewell to your blonde friend as he left with his parents.
The life you lived was simple; living in the less fortunate side of the island, you couldnt really enjoy much more than moments like these; the food wasn't fancy, the drinks weren't expensive, your houses weren't pretty and big, so you relied mostly in home made playthings and your own imagination, but you were happy that way; the youthful innocence made all the diferences between you and the kooks be seen with rose coloured glasses, and while in the company of your brother, your best friend, and the team of parents that you saw as guardian angels, it all just seemed warm. It seemed like it would be fine.
One day, though, just as the sky turns cloudy at the end of summer, signaling the onset of storm season, JJ's demeanor shifted, casting a shadow over his usual brightness. At fourteen now, he had been seeming distant and preoccupied at school for weeks, until one day after class, he reached out to you with a heavy heart. Fidgeting nervously, his hands clammy and cold, he confided in you about his mother's illness, the weight of the words hanging heavy in the air. Knowing how much his mother meant to you both, he sought solace in sharing his burden with you, trusting you with his vulnerability. "Mumma's sick, I think... been in the hospital for a while now," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I can't visit because I'm not sixteen yet... I- I wanted you to know, but you can't tell John B." And as you hugged him, you promised to keep his secret, the first one you kept just between the two of you.
And as JJ clung to you and John B in the solemn silence of the cemetery, the stark reality of their loss weighed heavily upon you, casting a shadow over your once bright and colorful world.. JJ's mother's absence lingered like a specter in their home, his father grappled with the weight of his grief, seeking solace in alcohol and spiraling into a downward spiral of despair. The once vibrant hues of their family life began to fade, replaced by the darkness of addiction and aggression. JJ watched helplessly as his father's temper flared more frequently, his outbursts leaving scars both physical and emotional. The sanctuary of their home became a battleground, each day a struggle to navigate the minefield of his father's unpredictable moods.
In the aftermath of his mother's passing and the turmoil within his home, JJ withdrew into himself, building walls around his heart that even his closest friends struggled to breach. He became increasingly unreachable, his once vibrant presence dimmed by the weight of his grief and the scars of his father's aggression. Some days, he would disappear altogether, only to reappear with a purple eye hidden beneath dark glasses, a silent testament to the struggles he faced behind closed doors. And when he did show up, his demeanor was somber, his face etched with a perpetual frown as he rejected activities he once enjoyed. Even cloudgazing at the beach became a source of frustration for JJ, as he lamented the impending rain or the end of summer, his words tinged with bitterness and resignation. As you and your brother looked on, helpless in the face of his pain, you could only watch as JJ retreated further into himself, the vibrant colors of his spirit muted by the shadows that engulfed him.
The tension crackled in the air as you confronted JJ, frustration bubbling to the surface like a storm about to break. "Why won't you just watch 'Love Actually' with me, like, once? It'd help distracting you, y'know!?" you demanded, your voice tinged with exasperation. "You can't keep avoiding fun, JJ. You can't lose hope and light just because things are tough."
But JJ's response was sharp, his tone laced with bitterness. "Those things are for kooks, y/n" he retorted, his words heavy with the weight of his pain. "Pogues can't afford to indulge in luxuries like love and hope. We have to focus on surviving you know."
Your heart sank at his words, feeling the distance between you grow with each passing moment. "If you really look for it, JJ," you countered softly, your voice barely above a whisper, "I've got a sneaky feeling that love is all around. Even for us Pogues." But JJ's expression remained hardened, his walls firmly in place as he turned away, the gap between you widening with each step he took.
John B stepped in a while later, his voice calm but firm as he defended his friend. "He's been through a lot," John B interjected, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of empathy and understanding. "Give him time, he'll come around. I know he will."
But despite John B's reassurances, the weight of your worry and frustration bore down on you like a heavy burden. Unable to contain your emotions any longer, you sought solace in the arms of your father, tears streaming down your cheeks as you poured out your heart. "I didn't mean to be petty," you sobbed, your voice choked with emotion. "But I'm just so worried about how Luke has been treating JJ. I miss him, Dad. I miss the way things used to be." And as your father held you close, comforting whispers soothing your troubled mind, you cried yourself to sleep, longing for the comfort of simpler times and the warmth of JJ's presence by your side.
A few days after the heated exchange, JJ found himself drawn to the familiar solace of the beach. As he laid alone on the sand, the rhythmic sound of the waves echoing in the background, he cast his gaze upward, chuckling at the shifting shapes and colors of the clouds above. Yet, amidst the tranquility of the moment, a pang of longing stirred within him.
Reflecting on recent events, JJ realized that he had begun to see clouds from two distinct perspectives—from the highs and lows of life's tumultuous journey. But amidst the solitude, his mind drifted to an understanding; to how he seemed to have looked at clouds like this from two different perspectives now, from up and down, and still he would recall better colorful and elusive memory of your company. He remembered the joy of pointing out funny shapes at the sky with you and your brother, laughter echoing into the vast expanse. It was a memory painted in hues of warmth that contrasted with the darker shades of recent events. In that fleeting moment of recollection, JJ yearned to return to that moment exactly, to say sorry, at least. And alone at that same beach, he felt like he had a perspective of a future for the first time in a long time. He wanted to see if he truly knew clouds at all, or if there was a new side to it.
JJ was abruptly brought back to reality by Pope's punchline of a memory of his own; he was retelling the story of how he met Cleo at college, and how she wouldn't have passed half her subjects f it wasn't for him. As the group erupted into laughter, he did the same to mask the fact that he had zoned out for a minute, but JJ's gaze instinctively sought yours, his heart yearning for the comfort of your smile. And as his eyes met yours, a warmth spread through him, his thoughts drifting to another memory
Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels; the dizzy dancing way that you feel as every fairy tale comes real. I've looked at love that way. But now it's just another show, and you leave 'em laughing when you go. And if you care, don't let them know, don't give yourself away.
At sixteen years old, you had a full understanding of the dizzying, electric sensation that washed over you whenever JJ emerged from the sea, his board in hand. It was a feeling that stirred deep within you, igniting a spark that refused to be extinguished. Yet, despite the intensity of your emotions, uncertainty plagued your heart. You couldn't decipher JJ's true feelings for you; for every significant gesture or word he offered, there was an equal measure of aloofness or distance.
There were moments when JJ's actions spoke volumes, leaving you breathless with hope and anticipation. But just as quickly, he would retreat into himself, leaving you to question whether his affections were genuine or merely fleeting. And then there were the times when he would disappear into the crowd at a kegger, his attention captured by another girl, leaving you to grapple with the ache of unrequited longing.
Fearing the consequences, you kept your emotions hidden from your brother, John B, despite his keen intuition and suspicions about your lingering glances. Instead, you found solace in the companionship of Pope and Kiara, the only other pogue girl. Your friendship with Kiara blossomed rapidly, providing a safe haven where you could confide in her about everything, including the complexities of your feelings for JJ, seeking her guidance and understanding.
In December of that same year, a vivid memory remains etched in your mind—the day JJ was meant to pick you up from work and take you to the Chateau to meet up with the rest of the crew. Kiara had proposed the idea of a secret Santa, with the stipulation that the gifts could only be candy or chocolate—She herself aiming to guarantee that she'd get a bag or two of Sour Patch Kids. As you exited the souvenir shop, clutching your own "Paradise On Earth" cap, you spotted JJ waiting for you by the Twinkie—the van John B claimed would be safer than the bike. With both hands hidden behind his back, you shot him a questioning look. "Hello?" you greeted tilting your head slightly to the side, to which he responded with a playful smile, feigning surprise at seeing you. "Oh, hello ma'am, your carriage is right here!" he exclaimed, extending his arms towards the open door of the van, one hand tightly clutching something that piqued your curiosity. Hopping onto the Twinkie, you couldn't help but wonder about the mysterious object as JJ closed the door and took his place behind the wheel.
During the ride, JJ attempted to coax the name of your secret Santa out of you, but you remained tight-lipped. Upon parking the van at the Chateau, he sat in silence for a few moments, and you studied him intently. "Oh, before I forget," he said non-chalantly, reaching into his pocket and offering you the object he had been concealing—a ceramic lobster adorned with a tiny Christmas hat, clearly crafted by him. "This is for the nativity scene you keep in your room, I just didn't have time to make the other one..." he explained, a hint of nervousness in his voice as he confessed that he hadn't received your name for the candy exchange but couldn't bear to leave you without a gift.
You stood in awe for a moment, marveling at the thoughtful gesture and the evident reference it held. JJ's apprehension melted away as your eyes met his, a radiant smile spreading across his face. "Wait, wait, wait... Are you trying to tell me that there was more than one lobster at the birth of Jesus?" you quoted, teasingly. JJ rolled his eyes playfully, completing the reference with a loud "duh!" his laughter mingling with yours as you stepped out of the car into the moonlit night, making a lighthearted entrance at the Chateau and eliciting a knowing look from Kiara towards John B.
As time passed, you welcomed Sarah into the fold, introduced by John B with starry-eyed affection that spoke volumes of their budding romance. With the dynamic between her and Kiara settled, John B wasted no time in proudly declaring their relationship to the group—a declaration met with hugs, smiles, and lighthearted jokes about not hurting each other.
One day, Sarah suggested a surf trip to a lesser-known beach nestled between Figure 8 and the Cut, its pristine beauty a sight to behold with crystalline waters and powdery white sand. As you surfed the afternoon away, basking in the warmth of the sun, you found yourself sprawled on the sand along with the rest of the group, supporting yourself on your elbows and catching your breath as you watched JJ roll a joint with practiced ease. "I like this shit," JJ declared, his voice tinged with a hint of defiance. "We can be neglected misfits or whatever, but I love leading this life with you guys. I don't even care about what people think of me! "long as I have a board and you guys, 'm gonna be saying I'm rich... Especially if I have this!" He gestured towards the joint, his words met with cheers from the group.
Your smile started weak but grew as the group cheered. In that moment, you felt a sense of family, and your appreciation for JJ weighed heavily on your chest. Despite the challenges, he had found a way to see life in a positive light, even after Big John went missing. As the wind blew sea salt into your eyes, you turned your face toward JJ. "Yeah, yeah… you know, I keep saying it… but if you really look for it, I’ve got a sneaky feeling you’ll find that—"
"Y/n, if I hear that quote just one more time!" Sarah interrupted, and the others joined in with her lighthearted protest.
With time, JJ's behavior became increasingly perplexing since after sharing moments like this, he would leave you alone, retreating into the company of the other Pogues with a suddenness that felt jarring and awkward. His focus would shift, his attention consumed by their own banter, leaving you to wonder where you fit into the equation.
It was during these moments of isolation that doubts crept in, whispering of insecurities and unspoken fears that lingered just beneath the surface. Wondering if you did something wrong, you couldn't help but feel a pang of longing as you watched JJ immerse himself in the dynamics of the group, his laughter mingling with theirs as you stood on the sidelines, a silent observer to a world that felt increasingly distant and unfamiliar.
One morning, as you shuffled through the Chateau's corridors, the aroma of breakfast lingering in the air as John B shuffled through the kitchen, you noticed JJ's door ajar. You peeked inside with the intention of wishing him a good morning, only to be met with a sight that shattered your makeshift reality of him. JJ hovered over another girl in his bed, their closeness echoing a betrayal that left you speechless.
"Hey, whoa! Sorry!" His voice softened as he realized it was you, not your brother, at the door. The shock on your face was palpable as you hastily pushed the door closed, shaking your head to dispel the image burned into your mind. Stumbling down the corridor, you muttered a distant "morning" to Kie and Pope, who were still groggy on the couch, woken by the commotion.
Throughout the day, both JJ and yourself moved in a state of flustered avoidance, exchanging glances laden with sheepish guilt. JJ's eyes mirrored the remorse of a caught wrongdoer, but you couldn't summon anger; instead, you carried the weight of hurt and confusion, grappling with the realization that he wasn't yours to claim.
As the day waned and the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the Chateau, you found solace on the hammock. With the remnants of the day lingering, you confided in Sarah about the events, the words tumbling out as the weight on your chest grew heavier. The hammock cradled you in its gentle sway as another day ended, leaving you to confront the tangled emotions that now clouded the once-clear skies of your friendship with JJ.
JJ vividly remembered June of the following year, with your birthday fast approaching. Usually, you wouldn't stop talking about how much you loved having your birthday during the summer, and everyone would plan something special to mark the occasion. Kie and Sarah would always get you fancier gifts, like a new top or necklace, while the boys made sure there was a cake to share, probably under the tree lights at another night spent at the Cat's Ass, chuckling at the stupid name JJ had given to the tub.
But this year was different. You and the girls wouldn't stop talking about this idiotic touron, Jeremy, who had apparently flirted with you when you helped him at the store. Now, your attention seemed solely focused on him, much to JJ's annoyance. He rolled his eyes and huffed aloud whenever Jeremy's name was mentioned, with Pope nudging him to keep his cool.
"He's gonna take me to a summer fair," you grimaced, looking into the mirror as Kiara clasped a necklace around your neck. Sarah and JJ hovered on the kitchen counter, Pope sat on the couch, and your brother leaned against the doorframe of your room with a protective frown on his face. John B always believed you and JJ would end up together, and he felt safe with that perspective because he knew and trusted JJ. But that didn't happen with Jeremy.
Across from him, you, Sarah, and Kie giggled with scenarios and provocations, "What if he brings you a giant teddy bear and tries to win you a goldfish?" Kiara teased, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
Sarah snickered. "I can already picture it!"
Meanwhile, JJ fought to keep a frown from appearing on his own face. He was unwilling to let you know how he really felt about the situation, and he avoided giving his jealousy away to his friends. As you exited laughing with the guy in his car—a godforsaken Jeep, for crying out loud—JJ was still unknowingly clenching his jaw, his mouth twisted in a disgusted frown.
Sarah, the only one still outside by now, smiled to herself and snuck up on him before reaching a hand to pat his back. The gesture was meant to silently convey far more than his poisoned mind could grasp at the moment.
He chuckled at that memory; you had to endure a girlfriend of his own during college, and he watched as two or three other guys broke your heart as well—he wanted to go out there and punch them every time, but preferred that only John B externalized that thought. From those memories, he realized he had looked at love from both sides of it with you, from give and take, but years later he wasn't so sure if you'd be keen on the idea of him ever again. JJ turned to you in the tub, whispering, "Where's that lobster I gave you that Christmas?" You were a bit taken aback by his sudden recall but smiled back, mimicking the tone of his voice, "Been keeping it on my bookshelf all year long now."
John B and Sarah were now playfully arguing about the two perspectives from when she joined the group, with Kie tagging along to remind them of how they had to make amends beforehand. It made JJ come back fully into the scene. As he looked around, he realized they were sitting in couples, at least Pope and John B, and he held back a nostalgic smirk at the thought of how his younger self would react to both his old friends now "pussy whipped," stuck in relationships and breaking the "no pogue on pogue macking" rule—he didn't know love at all.
He was different too, at least Kiara said so, coming at him a few days ago before graduation with a whole "you've changed, became more yourself and know how to separate what you went through from what you are, I'm so proud you're opening the surf shop—but please make it eco-friendly" speech. It was nice to look back and realize how his years and moments with the Pogue family kept balancing out all the rest. Now he would open a sick surf shop, Poguelandia flag above it and all, right in the corner from the souvenir one you worked since you were fifteen—he didn't know if you had bigger plans than that after graduating though, but that was an uneasy thought he preferred to ignore.
Tears and fears and feeling proud to say, "I love you" right out loud! Dreams and schemes and circus crowds, I've looked at life that way. Oh, but now old friends they're acting strange, and they shake their heads and they tell me that I've changed. Well something's lost, but something's gained, in living every day.
Kiara was the first one to leave, claiming that this was really good and that she knew that with the pogues there were never really goodbyes, but that she had an early morning tomorrow with a sea-turtle project. Then, as the fire died out and the minutes turned into hours, the two couples left as well. Pope and Cleo claimed that they still had to shower before going to bed, and John B only snuggled with Sarah, pushing her towards the house. As the couple giggled, JJ noticed from his peripheral vision when you jiggled your eyebrows at Sarah, but the blonde only winked at you, pointing at the both of you at the tub before turning back. You sighed, distancing yourself from him now that you had more space in the water, and JJ held back a smile as the tree lights illuminated your pink cheeks. At twenty-two, he felt just like a teenager in that moment.
There were a few quiet minutes then, you were looking intently at him, drawing each of his features with your eyes as if trying to tattoo the image of his wet torso on your brain, but JJ didn't notice; he was lost in thought, provoked by being alone with you again. JJ realized that ever since he could remember, even though your brother was his de facto best friend and even as the group grew larger, you were there. For every phase and every belief that each one etched into him, you were there. As he looked at both sides of life, at win and lose, you were right beside him, either winning and losing as well or just supporting him emphatically through it.
Somehow he could always just recall how his pogue life acquired a rose-colored filter with you in it; he'd recall life's illusions with you at his side. You were there. You were it. And he didn't know his next step at all, but he wanted you in it; ached for it even.
He feigned cold as an excuse to get you both out of the tub, grabbing the one towel thrown onto a chair and wrapping it around you as you exited as well. He threw a familiar, amicable smile in your direction to disguise how he was, again, lost in his own train of thought. A hand rested on the small of your back as he led the two of you to the Chateau. As you got to the front porch, the other reached for your pulse gently, trying to stop you from entering. JJ became conscious of how he was dripping onto the wooden porch, but he didn't care, calling you by your nickname in a low voice. He was acting fast, planning something but also acting instinctively, intending to speak just from memory.
"Hey, uhm..." he stopped himself again as your eyes locked onto his, growing a little bit nervous now. Your eyebrows shot up expectantly, and some of your hair was sticking to your wet face. You'd be the death of him.
"With any luck, by next year, I'll be going out with one of these girls..." Your brows pinched, and eyes flashed with recognition as JJ shuffled his phone, some drops falling from his hair onto the screen before he turned it in your direction with a picture of Kendall Jenner and sliding his finger so it would also show one of Giselle Bündchen. You laughed, gulping expectantly.
"But for now, let me say, without hope or agenda, just because we finished college— even though it's at Christmas that you tell the truth." You chuckled again, but felt like you were hyperventilating, unable to believe that this was really happening to you. Much less that JJ Maybank had memorized a scene from the "dumb chick flick" you obsessed with since you were a mere child. You battled with your own feelings as you tried to let him finish.
"To me, you are perfect, and my wasted heart will love you until you look like this..." He shuffled again with the tiny screen, a smirk on his face as he turned it to you. A photo of a very old and wrinkly woman made you chuckle. Under it, it read "former surfer lady turns viral as she advises to the risks of not wearing sunscreen." You couldn't hold the cackle that left you at that, not even worried about the rest of the group sleeping inside the house, which made JJ smile widely as well.
"Oh my God! Oh my God, I love you..." A loud sigh met a sob halfway as you looked up, feeling pounds lighter after saying so naturally something you had been burying for years, feeling absurdly proud of just that. "I love you so much, what the fuck! I've loved you forever." You beamed at him again, relief written all over his face as he said it back proudly. "I'm sorry for the wait; it wasn't on purpose—Swear it." He grabbed both your cheeks as you laughed, smiling from ear to ear as his face etched closer to yours by the second. Your noses were touching already when he whispered in a low tone, "fuck, y/n..." as your mouths glued together longingly.
The world seemed to fade away as your lips met, a rush of warmth spreading through you as if the sun had risen inside your chest. JJ's touch was electric, sending shivers down your spine as his hands cradled your face gently, his fingers tracing the curve of your jawline. Every moment felt like an eternity as you lost yourselves in the kiss, the taste of saltwater, beer and weed mingling with the sweetness of the moment.
For JJ, it was as if everything he had been holding back, every unspoken word and hidden feeling, was finally pouring out into this one embrace. His heart raced in his chest as he kissed you, his mind buzzing with the realization that he had found something truly precious in you. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss, a culmination of years of friendship and longing finally coming to fruition.
As you pulled away, breathless and flushed, JJ's eyes bore into yours, filled with an intensity that took your breath away. In that moment, you knew that nothing would ever be the same again. You had crossed a threshold together, stepping into a new chapter of your lives filled with love, laughter, and the promise of a future together. And as you stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, you knew that this was just what you wanted; like you were made for just that.
"I don't even want to come inside, I don't wanna-" you said, sighing mid chuckle, "don't wanna do anything right now, God, JJ, I'm like in a haze!" He clung to you, chuckling, his hands going to your arms, your neck, your hair—he wanted to touch all of you. "Always have the hammock..." he suggested, and you rushed your way there as if just walking would make you lose any time with him.
After you spent a while staring at the stars in the sky, listening to the chirping of crickets in between small, sloppy kisses, JJ sleepily muttered "I feel like I'm fucking high right now," you both laughed "like I'm floating—life accomplishment kind of thing." you swatted at his chest, lightheartedly telling him to stop being silly before readjusting in the wet towel that served as a blanket for the two of you.
Wrapped in each other's arms, you drifted off to sleep, the sound of the river running to meet the ocean lulling you into a state of contentment. In that moment, nothing else mattered except the warmth of JJ's embrace and the soft rhythm of his breathing. It was a moment of pure bliss, a fleeting glimpse of perfection in an imperfect world.
The warm rays of the morning sun gently kissed the faces of the sleeping pogues as they stirred awake, the sounds of birdsong filling the air. Stretching and yawning, they emerged from their makeshift beds scattered across the Chateau, the pull-out couch and matresses on the floor.
As they gathered outside to clean the space free of empty cans and wrapping paper, rubbing the sleep from their eyes, John B's gaze was the first one to fall upon the sight of JJ and you nestled together in the hammock, still fast asleep. He nudged Sarah first, but soon a collective smile spread across their faces as they exchanged knowing glances, a silent understanding passing between them.
"About time," Pope muttered under his breath, eliciting chuckles from the others.
John B grinned, looking at Sarah. "Looks like our boy finally made his move."
Sarah rolled her eyes playfully. "Took them long enough," she teased, but there was genuine warmth in her voice.
Kiara smirked, crossing her arms, she showed a satisfied facade even though she was jumping inside, bubbling with happiness for the both of you; the sparkle of her eyes being hard to hide. "Well, better late than never, I guess."
With a chorus of laughter and gentle ribbing, the pogues left JJ and you to enjoy your moment together, the feeling was that their little family had just grown a little bit stronger. You had woken up the moment the front door banged back against it's frame as it closed the first time, but feeling JJ's chest under your head, you decided to just keep your eyes closed, fighting a grin to show on your face at your friends' commentaries. You were home. And you only wanted to know life now if it was by JJ's side; especially if he'd be scratching your hair like he was doing just now, half a smile on his lips—"Did I take that long?" he questioned, jokingly.
"A lifetime."
If you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling you'll find that love, actually, is all around.
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