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beautouslysandy · 10 months

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what figure eight life is like/chapter one, laughter and booze

what figure eight life is like…masterlist

outer banks x fem!reader

warnings: female reader, platonic relationships, not proofread, language, alcohol mentioned, lowercase intended

word count: 1.3k

a/n 💌: this is a new series i have been wanting to get out for a while…let me know what you guess think of it

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• you were at a fancy dinner at the country club, you were in a modest yet gorgeous light blue silk dress. you had your family heirloom locket around on your neck. you were sitting in between rafe cameron and topper thornton, your best friends since kindergarten. the three of you were very drunk as you guys quickly stopped at a party before this. “would you like any beverages?” a waiter asked in a deep voice the three of you

“yes we would.” topper said mimicking the waiters voice

you bit your lip trying not to laugh. topper looked at you and rafe with an grin.

“i will have a beer.” topper said, doing finger guns at the waiter.

“and you miss?” the waiter asked, after rolling his eyes at topper

“just a water, please and thank you.” you said with a hiccup

“your no fun.” rafe said with a smirk as topper quietly laughed at your hiccup

“ you mr. cameron?” the waiter asked rafe

“a scotch.” rafe said with a grin

the waiter nodded and walked away with an eye roll, the three of you started laughing like crazy.

“what are you three laughing at?” your dad asked with amused look

“nothing.” you say sweetly, you hear topper holding in his laugh next to you which makes you laugh. rafe shakes his head with a smirk as you and topper cackle like maniac’s.

the thing that made you different was that you don’t care what the up and tidy kooks think about you. you run your own course and don’t stop to notice people are staring.

the first course had finally come, you ordered a pasta. topper ordered steak, same with rafe.

“catch, man.” topper said, you felt something hit your arm. no doubt it was a piece of food

“pfffftt.” topper said before laughing and banging his hand on the table. “top…what was that?” you say smirk and trying to hold in your laughter. rafe was chuckling at topper. topper is very amusing when he is drunk…sometimes.

“topper thornton.” a hushed feminine voice called from down the table.

the three of you looked to see dr. thornton glaring at us.

“you made mommy angry, top.” rafe said with a teasing tone

“oh no.” topper said with a gasp

you bursted out laughing which was followed by topper’s cackle. soon enough rafe began laughing.

you snorted, which made the three of you goners.

topper coughed, unable to contain his laughs “you just snorted…oh god.”

you snorted again, “no, not again.” you said, what rushing up to your cheeks.

rafe was definitely gonna tease the hell out of you tomorrow.

soon enough the fancy dinner was over and the three of you headed to the bonfire after sobering up. you were carrying your heels as you began to get blisters on the back of your heels. walking onto the beach you could already tell the locals from the tourons. “hello there.” a ginger said flirtatiously passing by rafe, grazing his arm

you and topper stifled a laugh.

“hello there.” you said, reinacting the moment with topper

topper laughed at you, soon enough his eyes landed on sarah and john b.

“why do they have to be here?” he said grabbing a red cup and filling it up

“it’s the annual bonfire, man.” rafe said, he looked at you the nodded at the cups as he grabbed one. you shake your head as you already have more then enough and was not wanting future you throwing up all day.

“bummer!” topper said with a laugh after chugging his beer

“that’s me.” you say with a grin

-pogues (jj, kiara, pope, sarah, john b) pov-

“who is the girl with rafe and topper, i have seen her around but.” pope said turning to the group

“that is y/n l/n, my friend. one of the finest kooks out there.” jj said, lighting a joint

“a kook? your complimenting one?” kiara said with a scoff

“hey. just stating facts.” jj said holding his arms up in defense

“she has been best friends with rafe and topper since like the diapers. she is really sweet.” sarah said blankly

“but what’s the dirt?” jj said leaning in as if they were huddling

“there is no dirt, she is sparkling clean.” sarah said with a sigh

“no way, everybody has got some dirt.” kiara said, as jj handed her the joint

“mmm. think whatever you want but as far as i know…she has no dirt.” sarah said shrugging

-back with you pov-

rafe and topper go to the restroom so you go over and say hi to sarah.

“hey, sarah!” you say with a smile “hey!” she says getting up to hug you.

“so this is the gang?” you say looking at the people who accompany the blond

“yup.” sarah says with a soft smile

“nice to meet you-“

“y/n!” topper called

you turned around to see the two blonds, ignoring them you go back to introducing yourself.

“as i was saying…it’s nice to meet you guys, im y/n!” you say sitting down in a beach chair, you cross your legs subconsciously. “nice to meet you, im kiara.” a dark curly haired girl says with a soft smile

you smile back, the rest of the group introduces themselves.

“y/n let’s go, or else you walk home!” rafe yells

“yeah right, you ass!” you yell back, “that’s my call, see you guys around.” you say getting up and hugging sarah one last time

“see you guys around!” you yell at the group

“she is fun….” kiara says with a chuckle

“that’s one way to put it.”pope says with a slightly concerned tone

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you wake up with a pounding headache and a need to puke. you hurry to your restroom and puke your guts outs. as soon as you freshen up, you get your outfit on. a white tennis skirt and a white crop top with white shoes. also a white visor, gold earrings and you grabbed your golf bag and headed downstairs where you met rafe, topper, and…kelce. you weren’t very fond of kelce because you thought he was kind of a coward and just annoying. but you never said anything.

“ready?” topper asked

“as ready as i will ever be.” you saw with a smile

rafe grabs your golf bag from you and throws in the back of his truck. “watch it, rafe! those aren’t cheap.” you say with annoyance as you hop into his truck.

“your fine.” rafe says with a smirk as he drives away from your home.

topper looks at you through the mirror in the front.

“so did your parents say anything about the dinner?” topper asked with a chuckle

“oh yeah.” rafe said with a cold face

“y/n?” topper asked

“other then them saying to tone it down next time, not really.” you say, fidgeting with your tennis skirt.

“lucky motherfucker.” rafe groaned, hitting the stirring wheel

“yup, lucky me.” you sigh, looking out the car window

the two boys look at you through the mirror but brush it off.

sooner or later you guys arrived at the country club. kelce ran off to talk with some girls as usual. you suck at golf but it was a bonding thing for you and your best friends. it was also a kook thing. “want drinks?” you say pointing to the bar

“no.” topper says, focusing on getting the golf ball into the hole

“yeah, my usual.” rafe say, handing you a twenty dollar bill

“be right back.” you say, you bump into someone

“watch the fuck where you are going?!” the guy yells at you

“im so s-“ you start but get cut off

you feel a hand on your shoulder push you out of the way, it’s rafe. “what the hell did you just say to her?” he said, glaring at the guy

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ghostselena · 2 years

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rafe x fem!reader

the hawk tower scene and he’s there at the bottom because he followed the pouges and topper pushes you and you’re unconscious he’s a mess fights topper

really angsty and sad

Title: Goner

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: WELP yeah Idk what to tell you here, it ain't a fun one, we all know how the scene goes, minus the happy ending, but there is blood and well, a sad ending pls don’t hate me, 18+

a/n: you said to make it sad..😭 I tried here, I really did. Used lines from the show to freshen up the scenes. (Guys tbh with you, I don't know how JB survived that fall... if I'm being realistic here..) Thank you for 300+ followers!!

Excuse the shitty beginning I swear it gets better quickly, Enjoy!! [Slightly Edited]

You may not copy or post this as your own anywhere.

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It was the night during Midsummers, your friends had convinced you to leave together. You were running alongside Kiara, leaving a trail of sand behind you.

The both of you laughed, catching up with the rest of the boys, "Later, losers!" Jj yells as you ran to a very familiar place, the small fireplace you all loved to huddle around and tell stories.

John B had a plan, coming clean with the reason to bring you all together. He wanted to use Sarah to obtain information. Kie despised the plan, "Why don't I believe you?"

"I'm trying to make us filthy rich here." he defended, not seeing anything wrong with it.

"Do I look like the type of person, to fall for Sarah Cameron?" He added, raising his eyebrow down at her.

You were involved with Rafe on the low. His sister knew but she kept the promise to not tell on you. You shifted in your seat uncomfortably, hating the way this was going down.

"Uh..." Jj mumbled as Pope added, "Do you want us to answer that, or-"

"You can't trust her." Kie sighed in frustration, staring at him—hoping to knock some sense into her friend's head.

"Her brother did hit me in the back, with a golf club." Pope looked up at him, pointing over at his now healing cut below his top lip.

"Rafe and Sarah are different human beings."

"That, they are." You spoke, nodding in agreement with JB, not wanting to add more fuel to the fire.

"Guys, it won't be that bad." You stood up, cleaning your dress from any sand that could've gotten on it. Your mom would kill you if you ruined the dress she helped you buy.

You were invited to Midsummers thanks to your mom having connections, but it was clear you didn't belong there. Your parent's followed you anywhere you went. They craved attention, you didn't.

Rafe had cornered you inside the bathroom, his eyes watching you like a hawk to catch you alone.

Your dress was breathtaking, you made sure of that. The kisses and touches that were shared inside that stall, will forever be engraved inside your mind.

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The strong thunder and lighting made you jump as you stood behind JB, deciding to follow along with him to make sure Sarah didn't try anything.

Persuaded by Kie you were, now standing there as they spoke. Your eyes looked down, shuddering at the height of the old tower.

"Did you tell your crew, you were here with me?" Sarah spoke, looking up with a small smile.

"Did you?"

"No. I will, though. I don't care." she stated, brushing back her hair as the wind picked up, making you pat down your dress as it kept rising up.

"Guys, please—I'm scared of heights... let's just get down." you nervously spoke, your foot shaking as you took deep breaths, not thinking this through

The weather was certainly not helping you stay calm. The only person who could wasn't here, at least you thought he wasn't.

He lurked behind the branches after following Topper in his truck. Finding it strange that his friend had left his house without saying a word.

He stayed down as he watched Topper walk up the tower slowly and quietly, keeping his noise to a minimum, hoping to catch onto every word.

"And I'm breaking up with Topper," Sarah spoke, turning to face you with a smile as she held your hand for support.

"Really?"

"What, you dont think that's a good idea?"

He stumbled around with his words nervously, redeeming himself quickly, agreeing with the idea being beyond great, happy she felt the same way.

A strong thunder made her latch onto JB, laughing it out together as you jumped nervously, shaking your head, "That's it, I'm leaving you two."

"We're gonna go down now, hold on." He assured you, turning back to press his lips against Sarah, his hands holding onto her hips.

You turned your head to look away, coming face to face with a drunk, pissed-off Topper.

Ah, shit.

"I knew it, Sarah. I knew you were lying to me." He let out, "You stupid, lying whore."

Your eyes widened in shock, putting your hands forwards to stop him from coming closer, "Watch your mouth."

"Tell her to back off, cause I'm not about to beat up a girl." Topper motioned at your frame, pushing you back slightly to get closer to JB.

"Walk, man. Go home. Go home." he pushed Top back, earning back a shove.

"Guys, stop!" you yell, trying to hold Topper back from doing anything, getting in front of him.

"Sarah, let's talk." He lets out, pointing over at her as she shakes her head, "No."

"She doesn't want to!" John B exclaims, getting in front of Sarah, leaving you near the rails.

"What did I tell you, man??" Top yells once more, launching himself to push JB, but he was too quick, his body moved away from the hands that had now pushed you back against the rails.

You screamed as you fell off the tower, becoming aware of the situation you were now in. It all happened too fast.

"Y/N!!" Rafe screamed, watching you hit the ground with a thud, your body going limp.

He ran to you quickly, getting down on his knees as he cried, not believing what he just witnessed.

A small pool of blood slowly surrounded your head, being swallowed by the grass beneath you.

You groan softly, losing focus as you tried to keep still, your lip quivering up at him, your eyes fluttering shut as he spoke, "Oh.. ohh, my god."

He looked down at you, pressing his hands to your cheeks softly, "Stay with me, please." His eyes were tearing up, a few teardrops falling onto your dress.

John B and Sarah had run down quickly, "Rafe?" she asked, tears in her eyes as she stared down at her brother in confusion.

"She's not responding, but she moved," He choked out, his hands now covered in your blood, "We- we have to call someone."

"I got it," JB grabbed his phone, dialing 911 as he stared at your unconscious body, knowing that would've been him if you hadn't been there.

He wiped his tears with the back of his hand, speaking on the phone with the emergency operator on the other line, giving them the address.

Topper stayed behind, hands shaking in despair. You weren't responding, he didn't mean to. He just wanted to talk it out with Sarah, why were you there? He sobbed to himself, gripping his hair—smacking his head repeatedly, "Fuck!"

That grabbed the attention of Rafe, who had yet to leave your side. He was scared leave you alone, his hands wrapped around yours, whispering words to get you to respond, but to no avail—you stayed there, feeling cold to the touch.

The rain had died down, the tower was too high up, and there was no way to survive the fall. You were fading away, the voices and cries out for you were getting quieter, it felt calm.

You were calm.

You took your last breath, a small tear falling down your eye as you did so.

Rafe noticed while his face was pressed against your stomach, slowly turning his head to face you, "y/n?"

"What- what's going on?" Sarah rushed over to his side, using two fingers and pressing them against your neck, hoping to find anything that showed her you were still there.

"She's okay, right?" he nods over at her, holding onto your hand, rubbing his thumb against your hand

The only person that knew about you and Rafe was Sarah. She'd never seen him this happy, calm even. You kept him sane, he felt at peace in your presence. A light that guided him down the right path, had dimmed away, leaving him all alone.

How could she tell him you were gone?

"Rafe.." her voice was shaky, taking a few deep breaths to keep herself together, "She's.. she's gone."

The words circled around his head, thinking of them as a joke. He let out a slight laugh— not believing her, "Sarah, that's not something to joke about."

His eyes looked down at you, his hand brushing the hair away from your face. You looked so peaceful, a sleeping beauty in his eyes.

How could Sarah play with him like this? You're right there. You haven't gone anywhere.

"She's right here, she's gonna be okay—I know she will." He insisted, shaking your body softly, "Wake up, pretty girl, let her know you're okay."

But you didn't move. Your chest had stopped rising, and the faint sound of the sirens was getting closer.

He shook your body once more, turning to John B who was holding Sarah tightly in his embrace, her face hidden away against his chest as she sobbed.

"Why are you just standing? come help me wake her up!" his heart was pounding, he could feel the thump of his heartbeat in his ears.

His hands were shaking as he stared down at you, slowly becoming aware that you were in fact, not coming back.

The lump in his throat had thickened, now on his feet— eyes burning into Topper's back.

He'd heard the news from Sarah, instantly turning away to swallow the guilt. He killed an innocent girl.

"You fucking killed her." He was now headed straight to him, pushing him forward and down to the floor.

Top caught himself with his hands, staying on his knees as he stared up at Rafe, "Look man, I swear I- she fell, the rail must've been rotten!"

Words were not enough to bring you back, with a blow to the jaw— Topper was under Rafe, accepting his beating.

The paramedics attended to your body, deeming you dead at the scene.

The other pogues had appeared, watching the medics put your body inside a body bag, closing it up.

Too lost to notice Topper laying unconsciously on the floor.

Rafe's hands were bloody, most of it was yours. He sat down, pressing his head against his knees, letting it all out as he cried, not wanting to see the ambulance drive away with your body inside.

It was a night he'd never forget. The night a piece of him died along with you, his pretty girl.

But there was something that was quite wrong with his logic, even after months passing from the day you left him, the night he thought he remembered all too vividly, was completely wrong.

Sarah had explained it to him after 6 months.

He'd learned it was all part of his imagination, he couldn't comprehend it. He saw your body moving when you hit the ground, your eyes were on his. He saw you breathing.

How could he be wrong?

But the truth was, when you fell off the tower, the moment you had plowed into the ground, you were gone. Your head had hit the grass with a strong force— a few small rocks breaking through your skull. You had felt no pain, but he didn't know that.

He had imagined it all and it broke him, you were never conscious, it was all a lie. Tricked by his own mind in his state. He felt defeated.

He never got to say goodbye.

He never got to tell you he loved you.

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I honestly had to stop myself from making this sadder, the pain this boy has been through, and here I am, making it worse.

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kierreras · 1 year

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can you rank top-5 best obx duos for your?

oh, i assume we're talking dynamics, not couples, right? cause if couples, it's very predictable for me to say jiara, cleope, jarah, heywards and rafe/barry? okay, as for dynamics i think my rating looks like this: 1. kiarah 2. jj & john b 3. cambank siblings 4. jj & pope 4. john b & kie so, first one is kie and sarah cause i love some girl power dynamic duo. also, i want to see more of female friendship representation in modern teen dramas. because as a girl who was raised on shows like gossip girl and vampire diaries, i had shitty examples of how girls should interact. so i love kiara's and sarah's dynamic after they became friends again! and maybe it's cause most of their interactions in my mind are headcanons, but they have so much potential to be a healthy female friendship representation, so i hope to see more of them in next season when they are navigating through troubles as young adults. second place is jj and john b, because once again i love best friends. they are a definition of brothers because no matter how pissed they are at each other they will always help one another without even thinking about it. also, i want to add that male friendship in obx doesn't have toxic masculinity involved, so it's a big plus for me as well. okay, do i have to explain about cambank? cause i can write an essay about them. i don't know why there wasn't any scenes with sarah and jj talking about their families. because they are different sides of the same coin. they have shitty fathers and even though these said fathers screwed them up million times, they still love them. jj and sarah can understand each other like no one else. and we had some crumbs of them being there for each other, but i think it's lazy writing because the opportunity is right there, writers just need to add a little effort and explore their friendship more. jjpope dynamic was something i didn't think i'd like from the beginning. however, i felt in love with them after pope's fight with rafe. the way jj was so concerned about his best friend made me actually like them a little, but when jj took a blame for pope i was a goner. they are really a great example of friends that should have nothing in common, but they have genuine friendship. john b and kie is my big brother/little sister duo that we were robbed of for two seasons already, but i hope that they will come back to us in fourth season. they had a great potential since season one, but they were really sidelined, unfortunately. yeah, sorry, so many words here, but i love talking about all the obx-related stuff, soooo

#ask #kiarah #kiara x sarah #jj x john b #jj x pope #cambank #jj x sarah #kiara x john b

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mydogisveryadorbs · 4 years

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crush | jj maybank

summary: jj has had a crush on you for longer than he can remember

warnings: cursing, mentions of smut (if you squint), tiny bit of angst, SOFT JJ, fluff, fluff, fluff

masterlist :)

(gif credit to the owner)

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JJ Maybank is was a player.

This is a well-known fact on both sides of the island.

You knew of way too many girls, pogues, kooks, and tourons alike, that had tried their shot at him. All hoping that they could magically change his bad-boy exterior and that he would suddenly transform into the dating type.

It wasn't uncommon that you had girls come into the shop, crying to you about how JJ Maybank didn't text them back and proceeding to buy a bunch of sweets to comfort themselves.

Your family-owned Kildare Bakery, home of the best cupcakes the Outer Banks had to offer. You had grown up helping your parents out in the bakery and once you turned 16 they finally made you an official paid employee.

You worked behind the register and for the most part, you loved it. It was really interesting to meet new people, especially tourons visiting from out of state.

However, there were moments where you didn't enjoy your job and this was definitely one of them.

A girl who looked to be about your age had walked into the store a few minutes ago, looking sad, but you didn't say anything. You simply asked if she needed any help and all of a sudden she was breaking out into a fit of sobs, reaching across the counter to pull you into a hug. You awkwardly patted her back, “Umm, you okay?”

“T-there was this boy,” she hiccuped and you immediately knew exactly where this was going. “I met him at a party last night and we h-hooked up and it was like really good, but when I asked him for his number he wouldn't even give it to me.”

You tried to hold back your eye roll but you couldn't help it. “Let me guess, his name was JJ,” you say, his name sounding slightly bitter on your tongue.

The girl finally pulled away from you, wiping her puffy eyes. “You know him,” she asked in confusion.

You nod. “Yes. Don't worry though, you'll find a much better guy and you will forget about JJ in no time,” you say in an attempt to comfort her.

She narrows her eyes. “Wait, you've hooked up with him too,” the girl asks.

You can't help but laugh. “Absolutely not, I just get a lot of his previous hookups in here,” you explain, gesturing to the display case. “I typically recommend the double chocolate cupcake to girls who've had their heart broken by JJ Maybank.”

The girl continues to look at you in confusion, but nods at your suggestion. You grab a chocolate cupcake and quickly box it up wanting to get her and all of her emotions out of here as quickly as you could.

“That'll be $2.34,” you say, and the girl quickly pulls out a ten. You hand her her change and her cupcake. “Have a nice day.”

Unbeknownst to you, JJ Maybank himself watches the interaction from outside of the bakery.

He can't help the way his heart feels when he sees you comfort the crying girl who he vaguely remembers from the boneyard last night.

Pope nudges his rib cage with his elbow. “Seriously, JJ,” Pope says, clearly annoyed by the blonde boy. “You brought me all the way down here just so you could stare at the girl you've had a crush on for years.”

JJ rolls his eyes, trying to cover up the blush forming on his cheeks. “I don't have a crush on her,” he says in an attempt to convince his friend. “I just think she's nice to look at.”

This was a complete and utter lie. Despite growing up in Kildare, you weren't very well known on the island, most people didn't pay you a second glance. You didn't really partake in the typical shenanigans of the teens on this island, and you always felt invisible to your peers.

But JJ saw you.

He had seen you every day in gym class Freshman year, every day in biology sophomore year, and every day he didn't skip in English junior year. And now that summer had rolled around, he couldn't help but come to the bakery just so he could see you more. JJ not only thought you were a living, breathing angel, but he also adored the way you were always so sweet and kind to everyone you met. How could he not have a crush on a girl like you? You were like a cold that he couldn't shake, not that he ever wanted to. But in his mind, a girl like you would never go for a guy like him.

Watching you talk to one of his hookups made him oddly guilty. He knew he shouldn't, but hooking up with random girls was the only way he could think to take his mind off you. Clearly, that didn't work, because here he was, yet again, staring at you through a window.

“Dude, you're so whipped,” Pope said with an eye roll. “Just go talk to her.”

JJ’s eyes widened. “Absolutely not.”

Pope scoffed. “You're telling me you've never even talked to the girl?” he asks incredulously. “JJ, bro, you're a goner.”

“You say that like it's easy,” the blonde says, dramatically gesturing his arms.

With another eye roll, Pope puts both hands on the other boy's shoulders. “Okay here's what you do,” he says and JJ listens intently. “Walk inside the store, go up to the counter, and you fucking talk to her.”

JJ pulls away. “Dude no way,” he exclaims.

“Okay fine,” Pope says. “If you go in there and talk to her, I'll give you all my delivery tips for a whole week.”

JJ looks at him. “A week,” he asks unconvinced.

“Fine. Two weeks.” They shake on it and JJ prepares himself to go inside.

The idea of even talking to you makes his stomach queasy. God, Pope is right, he is whipped.

After a few minutes, JJ tells his friend that he is ready and Pope pats him on the back before pushing him towards the entrance encouragingly.

You looked up to the door when you heard the bell ring, signaling someone entering. You were shocked to see the same boy you had been talking about moments ago. You make eye contact with his big blue eyes, getting entranced for a second. Pushing away your negative impression of the boy, you offer him a sweet smile.

JJ looks down at your lips, then back up to your eyes and without a word. You wonder why he isn't moving further into the shop, but before you can ask what is wrong, he turns around and walks right out the door.

Once outside, Pope comforts the boy with a laugh, telling him “next time” and they walk away from the shop leaving you utterly confused.

The next day, JJ drags John B, Pope, and Kiara along with him to the bakery, telling them that he needs “extra support”.

“C’mon man,” John B says with a shrug. “(Y/N) is way too nice to shoot you down,” he adds jokingly.

Kiara elbows him in the stomach. “Don't listen to him, JJ,” she says, shooting John B a glare. “Just be yourself.”

JJ nods, feeling confident as he walks through the bakery doors, but the second he sees your radiant smile all his courage flies out the window and he quickly walks back out the door.

This cycle goes on for three more days. JJ walks in, sees you, and leaves. You are becoming annoyed with the boy's actions, wondering if he is playing some sort of stupid prank on you.

It is Friday night, a few minutes before the bakery closes, and JJ decides that enough is enough. He needs to talk to you and he needs to do it now.

You are wiping down the display cases when you hear the bell ring.

When you turn around, you see JJ. Before he can say anything you glare at him. “Are you kidding me,” you say, sassily. JJ didn't even know you had a sassy bone in your body. “You've come in here every day this week and you look at me and then walk out,” you lecture him, “Seriously, just order something.”

“I-I,” JJ stutters but he can't get a word out in his shocked state.

Closing your eyes you try to regain your composure. “I'm sorry,” you say, your voice softening already feeling guilty about raising your voice at him. “I didn't mean to lash out on you.”

JJ shakes his head, softly smiling at your kindness. “No it's me who should be sorry,” he says remorsefully. “I probably confused you so much. I just- I think you're really beautiful.”

His words shock you. JJ Maybank thinks you are beautiful? You didn't even know he knew you existed before today. This had to be a prank.

You softly pout at him. “That's not very funny, JJ,” you say, looking anywhere but his eyes.

“What?” he asks, confused.

“It's not funny to play me like that.”

JJ frowns at your accusation, heartbreaking slightly. “I'm being honest, (Y/N). You are really pretty.”

You narrow your eyes. “I'm not sleeping with you just because you called me beautiful,” you say.

The blonde boy blushes hard. Clearly, you knew of his reputation, and he hated himself for it. “I don't want to sleep with you. Well I mean, I do, but- shit,” JJ cuts his rambling short, noticing the scowl on your face. “What I meant to say is that I want to take you on a real date, and hold your hand, and kiss you goodnight n’shit.”

To say you're shocked is an understatement. “How do I know this isn't some elaborate joke,” you ask him warily.

“It isn't, I promise,” JJ says honestly, but the look on your face doesn't change. “Last year in English you sat in the second row, three seats from the left and you got A’s on all your papers because you are a good writer. In Mr. Hills biology class you fell asleep almost every day and you would always drool a little bit on your notes. In gym class Freshman year you hit my friend John B in the face with a basketball and you didn't stop apologizing for like three weeks. Trust me (Y/N), I've had a crush on you for a long time.”

By the time JJ finishes his speech, your jaw has dropped. You didn't think anyone at that school even knew your name, let alone JJ Maybank.

“I-I honestly don't know what to say,” you tell him. “You have a crush on me? You, JJ Maybank, the one guy I told myself I would never fall for?”

You didn't know it, but every word that falls from your mouth is like a knife to JJ’s heart.

“But I couldn't help myself,” you add, causing JJ to perk up a little bit. “I get girls in here all the time whose hearts you broke, but still, I see you living your best life with your friends and I can't help but want that with you.”

“Go out with me,” JJ says with a mouth splitting grin on his face, “Please. You can wear something nice and I'll bring you flowers pick you up and take you out to a fancy restaurant.”

You can't help but laugh at his outburst. JJ is pretty sure that his heart stops at the sound and he wants nothing more than to make you laugh every day for the rest of his life.

“I'm a simple girl, JJ,” you say sweetly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “You don't have to spend a bunch of money on me.”

“You're worth every pen-” you cut the boy off by holding your hand up.

“How about you grab some pizza and I'll grab some dessert and you can pick me up and take me to a picnic on the beach,” you suggest.

JJ looks at you and nods his head like an obedient puppy.

“Okay, it's settled. Now get out of the bakery so I can close up,” you say with a giggle, playfully shooing him away.

The blonde quickly moves to leave. “I'll pick you up at 6?” he asks sweetly from the doorway.

You nod. “I like pepperoni,” you call out with a chuckle as he backs out of the door, a big smile on his face.

JJ Maybank has a crush on you.

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cherryobx · 4 years

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Head over heels//JJ Maybank x reader

requested?: yes sirrr “okay but just imagine jj seeing the reader at a kegger bc Sarah invited her and having the same thoughts as the chorus of HEAD OVER HEELS by LoveLeo”

summary: JJ sees you for the first time at a kegger and falls completely head over heels for you.

A/N: this is written in third-person point of view + this song had like a two line chorus so i tried to make it work hahah

warnings: nothing really, a few curse words i think, mentions of alcohol

WC: 1405

(not my gif, creds to the owner!!!)

JJ had never really had a crush on anybody. Sure, he had hooked up with a few people but they were always strangers to him. He just hadn’t met the right girl for him.

It was hard for him to see his friends fall in love and get into relationships. He wanted to experience that. He wanted to give all of his love and attention to someone.

Of course, he was happy for his friends and supported their relationships but he also felt really jealous.

There were multiple girls in the Outer Banks that would do literally anything to date the infamous JJ Maybank. But he didn’t want them. It didn’t feel right.

“JJ!” John B called, knocking on the guestroom door, or more known as JJ’s room.

“What?”

“People are already arriving. Come out.”

“Yeah. Give me a second.”

JJ took a bandana and tied it around his hair to keep his blonde hair out of his face. It was getting too long and needed a haircut. Then he put on a hoodie that had a zipper in the front.

He left his room and walked outside the Chateau where he saw already a pretty big crowd forming.

He didn’t even bother talking to people, even though many of them tried to greet him. He poured himself a cup of beer and then scanned the crowd with his eyes, trying to spot his friends.

“Hey!” Pope greeted him.

“Hey, man!”

“Come with me. John B and Kiara are setting up a fire.”

JJ followed Pope through the crowd until they found their way to John B and Kiara.

“Hey J! You got a lighter?” Kiara asked him. JJ nodded his head and pulled out his lighter from the pocket of his pants. He always carried that thing around. You never know when you might need it.

Kiara lit the fire and gave the lighter back to JJ, who put it back in his pocket.

JJ sat down onto one of the logs that had been placed around the fire. He was watching how the flames got bigger and bigger.

“Hey, guys!” He heard a girl’s voice. He looked up and sure enough, Sarah was there, John B’s girlfriend. They hadn’t been dating for a long time but they really loved each other.

Then JJ’s eyes landed on the girl who was standing next to Sarah. And he swore his heart stopped beating for a second. He hadn’t seen the girl before but she was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid his eyes on.

She looked perfect. Her hair had waves in it, probably from the salty water. JJ could tell that she was a surfer. Her tan skin looked almost golden to him. She was wearing a pair of jean shorts and a red crop top. It was a simple outfit but it looked absolutely gorgeous on her.

“This is Y/N. I invited her here today. I hope it’s okay,” Sarah introduced her.

“Yeah, it’s fine. Hi! I’m Kiara, but you can call me Kie.” Kiara smiled sweetly at her, trying to make her feel welcomed.

All the pogues introduced themselves to her but when it was JJ’s turn, he couldn’t get any words out of his mouth.

He was so nervous to talk to her. And he didn’t even know why. She was just a normal girl.

“JJ? Are you okay?” John B, who was now sitting beside JJ, asked. He was a bit confused. JJ was always the one to hit on girls and make them fall in love with him instantly.

“Uhh, yeah. Sorry. I’m JJ.”

“Nice to meet you, JJ,” she said, smiling at him. JJ felt like he was about to pass out right then and there. The way his name rolled off her lips made him feel some type of way. And the way she smiled, oh god. JJ was a goner.

She sat down next to Kiara. Sarah came and sat beside John B, kissing him non the cheek.

“Eww, save the PDA. I don’t want to see that here,” Kiara complained with a frown.

“Shut up! We never complain when you’re doing the same thing.”

“Whatever.”

While everyone was arguing about the PDA in the group, JJ’s eyes were glued to Y/N. She hadn’t noticed JJ staring at her because she was so engaged in the conversation with the pogues.

When she laughed at something someone had said (JJ didn’t hear that, he was too busy looking at her), he almost melted and he had a strange feeling that he had never felt before. Her laugh was the most adorable thing he had ever heard.

She was literally perfect in any way.

Oh no.

JJ started to slowly realize what was happening in his mind. He was starting to form a crush on her. It took him about an hour to finally understand that. But how could he know what that felt like? It was all new to him.

Is that how it feels?

“Dude, just talk to her.” John B had noticed the way JJ was looking at her. He knew the look. He had been looking at Sarah like that before they started dating.

“Me? No way.” JJ was so scared of even the thought of talking to her.

So John B took the matters into his own hands. He had to help his best friend out.

“Y/N, you surf, right?” John B. JJ mentally facepalmed.

“Yeah, I do.”

“That’s great. JJ here is a very good surfer and he’d love to show you his board. Right JJ?” John B looked at JJ who was about to pass out from the embarrassment. He was praying that she didn’t see the small blush that was forming on his cheeks.

“Uhh, yeah sure.” JJ stood up, legs almost shaking from the nerves. Y/N stood up and followed JJ behind the Chateau, where his surfboard was strapped on to the top of John B’s van.

“There she is.” JJ pointed at the board but his eyes never left Y/N.

“Pretty cool. How long have you been surfing for?” she asked.

“Basically my whole life. How about you?”

“I stared a few years ago but I’d say I’m pretty good.”

“I bet you are,” he blurted out.

“But I know for a fact you’re better than me,” she laughed.

JJ didn’t know what to say next. But he really wanted the conversation between you two to keep going.

“How come I’ve never seen you around here? You aren’t a kook, are you?”

“No, I’m definitely not a kook. And I guess I just spend a lot of my time at home. I don’t really have any friends around here except Sarah,” she admitted.

“Oh, really? I thought you’d be the type of girl to have a lot of friends. But it’s cool. A small circle is always better.”

“I agree.”

Damn, she’s beautiful.

“Thank you,” she giggled.

“Shit. Did I say that out loud?” JJ wanted to disappear at that moment. He felt so embarrassed, that he covered his face with his hands.

Y/N stepped closer to JJ, putting her hands on JJ’s and pulled them away from his face. JJ looked her straight into the eyes, a confused (but still embarrassed) look on his face.

“Don’t hide. You’re not so bad yourself,” she smiled at him.

“Kiss me,” she said. JJ hadn’t expected that.

“What?”

“You heard me. Kiss me, JJ. I want this.” She wrapped her hands around JJ’s neck, pulling him even closer than he already was.

“Are you serious?”

“Completely. You think you were being slick tonight?”

JJ chuckled at that but then asked. “Are you sure?”

Asking something like this wasn’t like JJ. He usually just went for it. But this was different. He was about to kiss a girl he liked. It was crazy to think that he had formed a crush on her in a bit less than 2 hours. How was this possible? Love at first sight? He couldn’t really tell.

“Yes.”

And then he closed the gap between them. He didn’t know what to do with his hands so he just placed them on her waist.

He was on cloud nine at that moment. It was pure bliss. What was she doing to him? What was it about her that made JJ feel like this?

You’ve got me head over heels.

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baby-bearie · 4 years

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no regrets

a lot of almost john b x reader, but ends with jj x reader

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a/n: this will be the first of three imagines i’m going to post tonight so i’m sorry about the tags all my mutuals are going to get lol. i know i’m annoying but i had these fully written and edited. two of them will be shorter then normal, but the third will be mildly long.

You never actually met John B. He was just always there.

His dad had been your mom’s best friend. John B’s mom had him around the same time your mom had you, so you practically grew up together. You did everything together, and basically the whole Cut had been convinced for your whole childhood that eventually, the two of you would get married one day.

You’d be lying to yourself if you said that sometimes, late at night, lying awake in your bed you didn’t think maybe it could work out. Maybe you could be happy with John B.

He was sweet. And pretty cute for a boy your age. And he knew you better than your whole family combined.

But you didn’t love him. You didn’t even like him like that. And you knew that you never would.

Because since you learned what love was, you’ve only loved one boy.

You actually remember when you met JJ. It was in John B’s house, where you went every single day after school. It was the 3rd grade, and you had missed the bus waiting for John B. When you finally went to his house to chew him out, you found JJ too.

One lopsided smile and you were a goner.

The three of you became a force to be reckoned with. You made a pact with them. No regrets.

Right now, you were regretting letting your friends into your house.

They knocked again on your bedroom door.

“Why are you locking your door? What do you need to be doing in there that this door is locked?” JJ yelled, making you roll your eyes.

“I don’t know, how about changing?” You hollered back at him.

“She’s lying, there’s probably a guy in there,” John B laughed, before adding, “or are there like 5?”

“Remind me to beat you up later.” “As if Y/n would ever be with anybody other than her future prince, Prince John B.”

JJ’s high pitched introduction of Prince John B doesn’t make you laugh, but it gets one from John.

You skip a beat for a second, always disappointed that JJ still thinks you’d ever like John B like that.

“Hey, what’s taking you guys forever?” You hear Kiara’s voice from behind the door.

“Ms. Routledge is taking forever. Ask her.”

Kiara rolls her eyes but knocks on the door. “Y/n, it’s already nearly 12. John B can barely drive as it is, how much better do you think he’ll be in the dark?”

You open the door to the cheers of your friends, who shove you past the snack bags you wanted to bring and out the door.

The plan tonight is to head out to the Boneyard. No party or anything, just the five of you chilling out there.

Kiara is completely right.

John B sucks at driving, and he’s even worse when it’s dark out.

You make it there in one piece, and you pull out a folding lawn chair for yourself. You came prepared.

You still weren’t prepared for John B to crash into it the moment you set it down.

“Dude, outta my chair,” you groan. “Come on, we’ll split it,” he bargains, and you agree, crashing into the tiny space he’s allotted to you, and throwing your legs over the side of the chair.

You completely miss the way JJ flinches.

Pope suggests a game of truth or dare, and the rest of you agree.

Questions are passed around, and eventually it’s your 5th or 6th turn.

Pope rubs his hands together. “Alright, Y/n, if you were being forced to date a pogue, who would it be?”

Kiara and John B boo at Pope’s question, saying it’s already obvious. JJ is silent, his eyes are locked on your face. He’s waiting for you to say something.

Your mouth opens without thinking, and you realize that the name about to come out of your mouth is JJ’s. You backtrack for a second, and later than you should’ve, reply with, “John B, of course. Who else?”

JJ nods, and he suddenly seems to find the sand in front of him very interesting.

It’s early morning now, and Kiara, JJ and Pope are laying on the shoreline. You and John B have remained in your singular seat.

He pokes your side.

“So, when were you going to tell me?”

You snap your gaze away from JJ and up at your friend. “Tell you what?”

“Tell me you’d date me.” He smiles.

“Figured you’d already know, apparently everybody but us does.”

“So, you for sure love me? You know, like that?”

You hesitate, but tell him yes. You don’t know why. You tell yourself this is who you’re meant to be, but you just lied to John B to end up here.

“Well, I love you , like that. Maybe we should be dating.”

Your eyes are wide now. You didn’t expect this response. Not at all. You’d thought maybe he’d take it slow.

“And you can come live with me permanently, and we can do all the dating things- “Okay, fine, I don’t.”

“Don’t?” John B’s smile is peaceful and that’s how you know he’s toying with you.

“I don’t love you. Not like that.”

“There she is. What did you think you were doing, trying to lie to me like that. As if I don’t know the way you rub your nose when you lie.” You gasp. “ I do not!”

“You just did!” You both laugh, but when it dies down, John B has become solemn again.

“I know you really well, Y/n. And I know something’s been off about you and I recently. Is something up?”

“Well, there’s this guy- “Who?”

“What?” “Well, if you’re leaving me for some guy I want to know who it is.” He laughs at your confused expression.

“I can’t really tell you.” “Y/n, that’s basically code for ‘you know him’. Who is it?”

For the slightest second, the thinnest sliver of time, your eyes dart over to JJ.

“No fucking way.” John B’s voice is coated in disbelief. “JJ?”

You groan, covering your face with your palms. “Fuck you and your weird ability to read me.”

“JJ? Our JJ? Since when?” John’s voice is a mixture of surprise and sadness.

“Since like 9 years ago.” You don’t take your face from your hands. You don’t want to see the look on John B’s face.

“Well, shit. Does he know?”

“No,” you watch JJ laugh at something Kiara said. He catches your eye and salutes you, then makes a heart sign at the two of you. “And you can’t tell him!” You look at John now, grabbing his shoulder for emphasis.

“My lips are sealed, Ms. Maybank.” “Shut up.”

You both sit in silence, taking in the fact that John B finally knows, and he doesn’t hate you for it.

“John B?”

“Hmm?”

“Did you mean what you said?” A realization dawns upon you suddenly. “Do you love me?”

John B nods, smiling softly. His eyes are sad and your mouth parts. You didn’t know you’d hurt him like this.

“I do love you. I have. But, I think a good chunk of me always knew you weren’t mine to love.”

You rest your head on his chest now. You feel like you’re going to cry.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You deserve someone who will love you. I’m sorry I can’t give you that.”

He shakes his head. “It’s not your fault. No regrets, right? You deserve someone you love, too. You’re welcome for this, by the way.” John B stands up, forcing you up too. Before you can comprehend what he just said, he calls out to the others.

“Kiara, Pope, let me give you a ride home. You, stay here and I’ll be back in like 15 minutes for you. You have some talking to do.” John B winks at you before following Kiara and Pope towards the van.

You turn to look at JJ who looks rather confused. “What was that all about?”

“Uh, J, I need to talk to you.”

JJ’s face twists into one of concern.

“J, I, shit, I love you.” You blurt out. No regrets.

“What?” JJ’s voice comes out high and squeaky. His eyebrows are high, his eyes are wide and he looks like someone just told him mermaids were real.

“I love you,” you repeat, quieter this time. You hear no response from JJ, and when you look at him, you’re instead met by a kiss.

He rushes into it, cupping your face in both hands. You pull away, studying his face.

Is this real? His eyes stare right back into yours. This is real.

You kiss him again, and it feels so freeing, better than you ever imagined it would be.

He pulls away and rests his forehead on yours.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for that.” He breathes out.

“No regrets?” You smile.

“No regrets.”

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brizzlovesyou · 3 years

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Fandom: Outer Banks

Relationship: JJ/Kie

Characters: Kiara Carrera, JJ Maybank, Pope Heyward

Summary: “Did you mean it?”

“The thank you? Hell yeah! I mean, I’d be a fuckin’ goner if you hadn’t screeched in there, Die Hard style, and just -”

“No. God, no, not that. What you said about ending up in jail.”

“Yeah, of course. Come on, Kie. Not like that’s the first time you’ve heard me say that.”

“Yeah, well, it used to be a lot funnier before our best friend actually ended up in jail.”

After the botched jailbreak attempt, the remaining Pogues return to the Chateau. JJ’s words continue echoing in Kie’s brain, about how he’s just going to end up in jail anyways. On another night, maybe she would’ve let him get away with it. But tonight she’s determined to talk some sense into that thick head of his.

Set after the events of S2E5. Written for Jiara Week, Day 2 - Missing Moments

#jiaraweek2021 #jiara #jiara fanfic #outer banks #kiara carrera #jj maybank #jj x kie #outer banks fanfic #pennedbylynn #my writing and analysis and general tag essays #jiara week

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kiara-ish · 1 year

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Listen up, the person I'm becoming the moment HAEGEUM releases is not a sane one. That's it. That's the post.

#agust d #just agust d things #haegeum #haegeum will ruin my sanity #im screaming at the teaser #will cry at the mv #kiara is a goner #kiara has officially lost herself everyone

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barrysjumpsuit · 4 years

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the killing in kildare - an outer banks/criminal minds crossover (jj pov)

this came to be thanks to a post by @pixelated-pogues and @poguesoftheobx and tbh my main motivation for this was jj being an asshole to feds

word count: 3k

warnings: mentions of (canon) abuse, some abuse/fighting, mentions of canon murder, this is purely unedited so prob typos and bad grammar idc

summary: following the murder of sherriff peterkin, our favorite BAU team comes in to assist the kildare county police department with their case

a/n: i hate this and rewrote it twice, but here ya go!!! couldn’t make it a true criminal minds bau type case due to the canon but i did my best. also there’s mayward if u squint

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“We haven’t had a homicide here in ten years,” Deputy Shoupe was explaining as he led the BAU team through the police station. “All sorts of weird shit going down lately. We’re at our wits end.”

“And all this happened after Routledge’s disappearance?” Agent Hotchner asked, weaving his way through desks as Shoupe unlocked the conference room door.

“Yes sir, his kid - also John Routledge, we call him John B - thought he’s out there, but we’ve officially deemed him dead after he didn’t show up after a couple months, now the kid says a local killed him. Have a seat.”

Shoupe gestured to the chairs surrounding the table, and the team sat down, Hotchner and Rossi near the head of the table. They all listened while Shoupe explained what went down over the course of the past year - Big John’s disappearance, which turned out to be linked to his hunt for the gold of the Royal Merchant. Word had it that a man named Ward Cameron, the elite of the island, was responsible, or at least involved. “That statement came from Routledge’s kid, so I’m not sure how true it is,” Shoupe explained.

Turns out, Shoupe believed it was the younger Routledge who murdered Sheriff Peterkin. A local reported him running around, covered in blood. He had become involved in the treasure hunt with his friends, wreaking havoc around the island in the process. There were strange men who reportedly chased the kids, who later turned up dead in someone’s nets, sporting wounds from a gaff hook.

“And now Pete…” Shoupe continued, trailing off. “That kid’s on the loose. We haven’t seen or heard anything about him in a few days. We think he got away, but I still have officers out keeping an eye open.”

It wasn’t the type of case the BAU would normally take on, but it was interesting. A hunt for treasure, mysterious men and local residents turning up dead, and the murder of the Sheriff.

There were a few questions and a brief silence as the team looked over the photos and files they had been given. Morgan finally spoke up, his voice filled with determination. “We’ll find whoever did this.”

JJ laid on the dock, swinging his feet which dangled off the edge. The tips of his boots barely skimmed the water. In one hand, he pinched a joint between two fingers. His eyes were closed, and occasionally he sucked on the joint, enjoying the calmness that overwhelmed his system, easing the anxiety that had been overwhelming ever since he saw John B disappear the night before.

They had finally eased off the search once there was word of his escape. He was out of Kildare County, out of jurisdiction.

With no more cops hanging around, JJ could finally return to the Chateau. He knew he couldn’t go home - his dad had probably realized that JJ had stolen the keys to the Phantom by now, and JJ would be a goner. Being at the Chateau was familiar and comfortable.

Both Kiara and Pope had returned home to be with their families. Ever since two nights before, JJ had been at the Chateau, Kiara having dropped off food from The Wreck to last him a few days.

JJ was too caught up in his thoughts to hear the footsteps making their way down the dock until someone spoke. “JJ Maybank?”

He knew the voice of a cop when he heard it; JJ bolted upright, immediately jumping into the water, his joint long forgotten as he plunged under the water and started swimming.

Arms suddenly wrestled him. “We just want to talk, kid,” someone said, and JJ threw an elbow their way. Whoever had jumped in and grabbed him was too big, and wrestled him back to the dock. “Grab him, Spence.”

Hands pulled JJ back onto the dock. “You’re not in any trouble, JJ.”

JJ struggled in his hold, but more hands were on him, and he knew he couldn’t get away.

“Alright, you got me, congratulations,” he said, throwing his hands up. “John B didn’t kill Peterkin, he didn’t kill anybody.”

“Hold up, kid,” the first man said. JJ saw that they weren’t dressed like normal cops, and the man soon confirmed his suspicions. “My name is Derek Morgan, this is Spencer Reid, we’re with the FBI. We just have a few questions.”

“Ask away,” JJ said, exasperated. He was cornered on the end of the dock by the two agents.

“We’d like you to come with us,” Agent Reid explained. “To take an official statement. You won’t get in any trouble and you’ll be able to leave whenever you want.”

“If your friend is innocent, we want to help him, all right? That’s what we’re here for.”

Maybe it was the weed, or maybe it was the fact that John B was gone and safe. Whatever the case, JJ nodded, allowing the agents to walk him to their SUV to take him back to the police station. He was more than aware of all the looks everyone gave him. JJ greeted them, in typical JJ fashion, and he was brought into an office.

A blonde woman was sitting at the conference table, papers and files spread out before her while she spoke on the phone. JJ recognized the photos of the two square groupers that were killed, hauled up in nets by some fishermen. His stomach turned at the memory of them breaking into John B’s house.

The agent set the phone down onto the table before sticking out her hand. “My name’s Jennifer Jareau, but you can call me JJ. You’re a friend of John B’s?”

JJ laughed. “JJ, that’s a good name, I like it.” He smiled with satisfaction as Jennifer’s face flushed red. “Look at that, we even look alike, we’re both blond bombshells.”

“This is JJ Maybank,” Agent Morgan interjected, a smile tugging on his lips, too.

“Well, all right, JJ. Can you tell us what happened? From the beginning? We found that the officers here tended to have a… biased report, so sorry about that.” Her eyes shifted slowly towards Deputy Shoupe.

“Nah, it’s all good. I have a bit of a reputation here, so that doesn’t surprise me.” JJ couldn’t help but throw a wink towards Shoupe. “Ol’ Shoupe and I here know each other pretty well.”

There was a pang of satisfaction inside JJ as Shoupe sighed. “Just shut up and talk, Maybank.”

“Aight. So, JB’s dad was looking for this gold his whole life, ya know? He went missing at sea about a year ago. Then this month, after Agatha, my friends and I were out fishing and we found a sunk boat. It belonged to Scooter Grubbs, and we were like ‘oh, how did he get his grubby little hands on it?’” he paused, clearly proud of the joke he made. “Anyway. Scooter turned up dead and we found a compass in the boat. It was JB’s dad’s. So we were like ‘holy shit, it’s a ghost compass’. But after we found that compass we were chased by some guys, total square groupers - they tried to shoot us! Then they next day we went to ask Scooter’s wife about it but found the guys there, then they came to JB’s house looking for him and the compass. Then we found a map and tape recorder to John B from his dad in this creepy ass tomb the compass told us to go to, and we knew something was up.”

JJ paused for dramatic effect. Everyone, even Shoupe, was watching and listening intently, Jennifer scribbling down notes as a tape recorder played on the table. Agent Morgan was visibly amused by JJ’s storytelling.

He continued with the story. “So we found the shipwreck, right? But there wasn’t anything on it. So we were like damn, someone beat us to it. But then John B started mackin’ Sarah Cameron-”

Agent Reid made a confused face at his slang.

“Mackin’. You know, making out, dating, Sarah Cameron. Turns out, there was a letter left by Denmark Tanney. He was the sole survivor and hid all the gold at the Crain house. But this is where it gets good,” JJ said, leaning forward, as if the story wasn’t thrilling enough already. “Ward Cameron must have known that John B was looking for the gold. He had him move into his house and must have overheard him talking to Sarah about the gold. The gold was gone. Ward loaded it up in his plane. While this was happening, John B went to Lana, Scooter’s wife, and she told him everything. About how Big John and Ward were looking for the gold, and they were about to find the merchant, then Ward shoved John and split his head open and dumped him over the side of the boat.”

“We have agents talking to Lana Grubbs right now,” Jennifer said, and JJ nodded vigorously.

“Good. Oh yeah, JB said Ward took him fishing and tried to kill him with a gaff hook. That ring any bells?” JJ looked from Morgan to Reid, and then to Jennifer, who just nodded. “So turns out Scooter found his body and got the compass. Then he was coming back when Aggie hit. After JB found out, he was pissed, man, and we went to the runway to stop Ward from stealing the gold. He was taking it and Sarah to the Bahamas. JB went out to try to stop him. He said Peterkin showed up to arrest Ward, but then Ward’s kid Rafe - he’s a crazy motherfucker - shot Peterkin, John B ran because Rafe was gonna shoot him too, then Ward called our friend Shoupe and said John B shot her and denied everything.”

“Did you witness anything at the airport?” Morgan asked, walking to sit down beside JJ.

JJ shifted uncomfortably, filling with guilt. “No, we ran once Peterkin showed up. I’m on probation. I didn’t need to get caught out there. As far as I know, the only people who were there were Peterkin, Ward, Rafe, John B, and-”

He stopped speaking as Jennifer’s attention was immediately diverted, her eyes locked on something outside the window. JJ’s head whipped around, seeing the one person he never wanted to see ever again. All of his cockiness and charm was gone the second he laid eyes on his father.

“Reid, lock the door,” Jennifer said quietly as Shoupe and Morgan slipped out of the office, leaving the three of them. From outside, JJ could hear yelling, the voices of his father and Shoupe unmistakable.

“Don’t let him anywhere near me,” JJ said suddenly, almost pleadingly.

“Who is that?” Agent Reid asked, and Jennifer nodded as if acknowledging that she was thinking the same thing.

JJ muttered, “My dad,” wheeling his chair out of view from the window.

“We won’t let him near you, okay?” he heard the woman say, and JJ just nodded. “I’m going to call the rest of my team to see how it’s going, you can stay in here. It’s safe here. We’ll be back soon with some more questions for you.”

JJ nodded again, opening his eyes and watching the two agents leave the room, closing and locking the door behind them.

He sat alone for a while before pulling out his phone. He noticed he had several missed calls and texts from Pope and Kiara; he called Pope back, greeted by the frantic sound of his voice. “Dude, where the hell are you!”

“Bro, the FBI is here looking for whoever killed Peterkin,” JJ said, not answering his question.

“You’re talking to them?” Pope asked in a worried but hushed tone. “JJ, you’re actually talking to feds?”

“Hey, they wanna help John B, man. Help him and put away the Camerons.”

“I can’t believe it.”

“I told them everything, Pope. They’re talking to Miss Lana too. Who knows, if you or Kie back me up-”

“JJ!” Pope was yelling now. “JJ, do you know how many laws we’ve broken? No, JJ.”

JJ opened his mouth to say something, but quickly hung up the phone as the door opened and a two stoic, official looking men walked in.

“I’m Agent Hotchner, this is Agent Rossi,” the taller one stated. His tone was flat and hard, and JJ instantly didn’t like him.

“Are you here to take my story again? The recorder’s right there bro, I don’t even think she turned it off.” He pointed to the tape recorder, which was still running.

“No, we’re here to ask if you would happen to know where Rafe Cameron could be hiding.”

“His house? It’s really big, you might want to check everywhere.”

“We did a full sweep of the place,” Agent Hotchner said in the same disinterested tone. “Any friend’s place? Anything like that?”

JJ sighed. “He’s this guy’s bitch. Some basehead named Barry. If my dad’s out there, ask him about where to find him, he buys coke off him. Rafe does, too. The two of them jumped me a few days ago.”

“Do you know where he lives?” the other agent asked, his voice slightly softer. “His father isn’t speaking, we’ve arrested him but can’t find his son.”

“Where’s Ward? I’d like to talk to him.”

“I’m afraid we can’t let you do that, son.” Agent Rossi pulled out the chair next to JJ and sat down. “Where does this Barry guy live?”

JJ sighed. “Shitty little trailer on the west side of Sunshine street. Ironic, huh? Dude’s full of sunshine.” He paused as Hotch watched him through narrowed eyes. “Second place south of the Dollar General, you can’t miss it, it’s a shithole.”

“Thanks, JJ,” Agent Hotcher said, and the two men left, closing and locking the door behind them again.

Sighing, he kicked his feet up onto the chair that Agent Rossi had vacated, rubbing at his temple. He had barely eaten since John B left, and barely slept. His high had worn off, leaving him tired and with a subtle yet persistent headache.

“I want this fuckin’ thing to be over,” he muttered to himself.

A voice made him open his eyes and walk over to the window. Ward Cameron was walking through the main space of the station, his large strides quickly covering ground, followed by two officers. He was yelling at Jennifer, the agent hardly flinching as he berated her. The glass muffled his voice, but JJ could tell he was pulling either the wealth card or the my-daughter-ran-away-from-home card on her.

“Hey Ward!” JJ yelled, pounding his palm against the glass. “Ward!”

The man’s head eventually turned to see JJ, and seconds later, he was at the pane of glass, yelling at him.

“You’re a fucking murderer, Ward!” JJ yelled, ignoring the words Ward was throwing at him. Your friend could have killed my daughter. You ruined her life. You ruined my life. You’re a liar. JJ countered with words of his own. “You killed Big John! You killed those men! You tried to kill my best friend! Your son killed Peterkin! You don’t care about your family, Ward!”

The last sentence made him snap. Jennifer and two officers were trying to restrain Ward, but he shoved them off, picking up and chair and throwing it at the window.

Luckily, the window was made for scenarios like this. Ward couldn’t touch JJ, and both of them knew it. They kept yelling until they finally cuffed Ward, leading him out of view, JJ’s face still pressed against the window, his body shaking with rage.

He flinched as the door opened, and Agent Reid came in, standing in the doorway sheepishly.

“What do you want?” JJ muttered, plopping back down in the chair he had been sitting in before.

The agent shrugged. “Just thought you might want to talk, is all. Nothing you’ll say leaves this room.”

JJ regarded him through squinted eyes, his arms crossed across his chest. “Why do you think I need a therapy session?”

Reid shrugged again. “Thought it wouldn’t hurt to ask. You’ve been through a lot recently. I can tell there’s more going on than what you told us.”

He sighed. “Everything just went to shit so quick. My best friend was framed for murder, he left, and now my dad wants to kill me the first chance he gets. And once they get the Camerons I’ll be expected to resume life as normal.” He threw up his hands for effect. “Life was never normal, life was never good. It’s fucked, man.”

JJ sat with Reid for another hour or two. The small talk had eventually drifted into an awkward silence, broken by more yelling.

“I didn’t do it!” JJ heard from outside the office. He could recognize Rafe’s voice anywhere, and it filled him with rage.

Reid had forgotten to lock the door. In one fluid motion, JJ was on his feet, throwing the door open, running and tackling Rafe, knocking him from the agent’s grasps. Grabbing his shoulders and throwing him against the ground, JJ collapsed to his knees, one on either side of Rafe.

He was helpless with his hands cuffed, and Agent Morgan pulled JJ off Rafe, restraining him. “Easy, big guy,” Morgan said cooly. “We’ve made the arrests, JJ, your friend’s name is cleared. You can get out of here.”

“What?” JJ asked stupidly, looking to a woman he had not yet met. She had long, straight black hair.

“You’re free to leave. Your story matches up with what Lana Grubbs told us, and we were able to recover a gun from the Cameron residence that matched the type used in the murder of Sheriff Peterkin.”

At that, she followed the others, leaving JJ standing in the middle of the police station. He could hear muffled shouts of Rafe, which dissipated after a door slammed.

It was over. JJ almost didn’t know what to do, so he just left.

A body collided with his, then another. He struggled at first, but recognized the arms wrapped around him, and melted into Pope and Kiara’s embraces.

“They made the arrests,” JJ found himself saying. “JB’s gonna be okay.”

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topsytervy · 4 years

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After The Storm

Blurb: After you get news that your brother John B and friend Sarah have been lost at sea, presumably dead, you break down. After a few nightmares, Kiara gives you a little talk in the bathroom at The Wreck.

Word Count: 1,456

Yeah, I’m not gonna lie, I could’ve probably done better writing the second and third section (part? idk what to call it) but it is what it is. You improve with time and practice, remember that kids.

*****

You sat next to JJ, Kiara and Pope, fiddling with the bracelet on your wrist. It was one John B got you for your 13th birthday. Your brother was a year older than you and you remember John B and your dad dropping you off at Pope’s, saying that they’ll be back in an hour because they forgot your birthday gift.

It was just you and Mrs.Heyward which was fine. You always went to her when you needed a girl to talk to. When you got back home, it was decorated for a party with JJ and the Heywards there.

JJ had stolen you a polaroid camera and Pope had gotten you a book you wanted. You remember opening John B’s present to you and being confused as to why there were two of the same bracelet.

“One for me and one for you. So you always have me with you and I always have you with me.” He told you, grabbing one of them and putting it on your wrist.

JJ nudged you as Shoupe appeared, looking sorrowful.

All four of you stood up.

“Did you find them?” Pope asked.

"No." Shoupe responded

"So they got away?"

There was silence for a second, except for the thunder. You looked at Shoupe and he looked away from you.

"We… we lost them."

"You lost them?"

You felt JJ wrap his arm around your shoulder as you looked around at everyone.

"What do you mean lost them? Like they're gone?"

The voices that surrounded you changed. They sounded as if you were underwater. You felt JJ's arm fall from your shoulders.

"So they're dead?"

"We don't know.”

And that's all it took for you to break.

You let out a heart-wrenching wail as you crumpled to the ground, holding yourself as sobs wracked your body.

Your brother was gone. The person you grew up with and the only person you had left. He helped you believe that your dad was still alive and that you two would be okay. That nothing would happen to you two and that he'd make sure you two stuck together.

Your last family member and the last bit of security you had was just ripped away from you as if it was nothing.

Your world was crumbling to pieces.

You felt arms wrap around you as you wailed.

"How could you! How could you!" You screamed when you saw Ward.

Most, if not all, of this could have been prevented if he didn't frame John B for murder and didn't spread lies about him. He'd still have a daughter, and you'd still have a brother.

You stood up and went to march over to him, but JJ snaked his arm around your waist.

"None of this would've happened if you weren't a filthy, greedy, lying son of a bitch! You destroyed my family! How does it feel knowing you killed three people, one of them being your own daughter! You're going down, Ward! You're gonna be nothing in this town!" You ranted as you struggled against JJ, who was pulling you backwards.

JJ pulled you over to where the Heywards were hugging before he wrapped his arms around you, trying to provide you some comfort. Mr. Heyward turned to look at you before pulling both of you into their group hug.

You sobbed against them, not knowing what would happen next.

*****

You were laying in your bed, staring at the ceiling, in the same pajamas you’ve been wearing the past three days. JJ stayed with you at your house and was usually awoken in the middle of the night by you crying or yelling. He’d run into your room to see you still asleep, cheeks wet with tears, yelling John B’s name. He’d wake you up and comfort you, staying until you fell back asleep.

One night, it wasn’t crying or yelling he woke up to, but an actual scream.

He bolted out of bed, grabbed the gun and ran into your room to see you sitting up and in hysterics.

He set the gun down on your nightstand and immediately hugged you to his chest.

“Hey, I’m here. You’re fine. Everythings fine. It’s okay.” He whispered as he stroked your hair.

“It was horrible, JJ.” You whimpered.

He hummed in response, thinking it was just another John B nightmare but he was wrong.

“Rafe just...he just busted in here and...and… just…” You made a finger gun and aimed it at him, pretending to fire it before turning and firing it at yourself.

JJ bit his lip. Rafe would do anything to make his dad proud or to protect his dad. That was proven with Peterkin.

“We’re going to be absolutely fine.” JJ reassured you, even if he didn’t believe it himself.

****

The next morning, you and JJ met Pope and Kie at the Wreck for some breakfast.

Kie came by with your food, placing each order in front of who it was for before sitting down and eating her own food.

Nothing was said until halfway through your meal when you suddenly excused yourself, heading towards the bathroom.

“What was that about?” Pope asked, taking another bite of toast.

“She probably has to pee,” Kiara stated as if it was the most obvious thing.

“Or,” JJ whispered, nodding his head towards the door, “it’s because the devil himself just walked in. And I’m not talking about Tom Ellis’s character or Tom Ellis himself.”

Kie and Pope turned to see Rafe, Topper, and Kelce all standing at the counter, more than likely waiting for their order.

“Why would she excuse herself to the bathroom if he’s here? Usually, she sits here telling you to cool it and that they’ll be gone in a few.” Pope looked between the girl and boy on either side of them.

“She’s probably scared. I mean, it’s Rafe. He’s not the most stable guy there is. He shot Peterkin, choked me, and let’s not forget him and his goonies ganging up on you two at the movie. And that’s just what I know he’s done.” Kie whispered.

“She had a nightmare about him shooting her last night. So yeah. I’d say she’s scared.” JJ said.

“You’re there though. With a gun.” Kie looked at the blonde.

“I’m only one guy though. If he snuck in while I’m in a deep sleep and shot me first, she’s a goner.”

“Way to be a downer, man.” Pope told him.

“Hey, blame her for the thought because that’s what happened in her dream. I’m scared too. He shot a cop and got away with it because of his daddy.” JJ leaned forward, bringing his voice down even lower.

“Yeah, but with John B exposing Ward for lying, no one’s going to believe him now. Right?” Pope looked at JJ.

When JJ didn’t answer, he looked at Kie.

“Right?”

Kie just shrugged before getting up and walking towards the bathroom.

She opened the door and entered the bathroom, knocking on the only stall door that was closed.

“Y/N?” She called softly.

“Why isn’t he in custody?” You whispered.

“Maybe his dad took the blame or something. I don’t know.” S answered.

It was quiet for a few seconds before Kie spoke again.

“You know you have us, right? JJ, Pope and I. You have my family and I'm sure you have Pope's too. We're here for you and we're not going to leave you. Pogues stick together through thick and thin.”

"You were gonna ditch us if Sarah was in." You reminded her.

"Okay. Yeah. Well, that was juvenile and now it's in the past and I'm still here, aren't I? I've grown as a person." Kie answered.

Kiara sighed after a minute.

"The point is...we're not going anywhere. We're in this shit show together. We're coping with it together. And we're gonna get out of it together. Even if it means having to deal with JJ's dumbass jokes and Pope's weird facts about the human body or whatever the fuck he’ll spew at us."

You laughed at the end bit before unlocking the stall door and stepping out.

You wrapped your arms around Kie as she wrapped hers around you.

You stayed like that for a few minutes before JJ and Pope peeked in.

"So... you guys gonna come out and finish your food or not?" JJ raised an eyebrow.

Pope looked at him before smacking him.

"What? It was a genuine question."

"Yeah. And they were having a genuine moment."

You looked at Kie with a pained look.

"Together through it all." She reminded you as she slung her arm around your shoulders and gave them a squeeze.

"Pogues stick together."

#obx #outer banks #jj maybank #kiara carrera #pope heyward #john b routledge #jj outer banks #jj obx #kiara outer banks #kiara obx #pope obx #pope outer banks #john b obx #john b outer banks

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kiarasflowr · 4 years

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Kiara Carrera Imagine. Flowers are always pretty, even when they are dead. Mentions of depression, self harm, suicide. Death of character. Don’t read if any of this is or will be a trigger for you.

Summary: Your love for Kiara and the pogues isn’t enough to keep you from finding comfort in a deadly intention.

As if routine, every morning you woke up with a heavy heart and dread for the day ahead. Your mind would always be hazy, your dreams from the night lingering with a teasing taint - a reflection of what you couldn’t have, what you couldn’t feel.

Despite the weight on your chest and the discontent with being awake, you forced yourself out from underneath the covers and the warmth they provided, shivering as the cold air wrapped itself around your half bare frame.

With small, quiet footsteps pattering on the wooden floor, you left the comfort of your room and wandered through the hallway, quickly ducking into the bathroom before your still sleeping friends could wake and take notice of you.

You glanced into the mirror, sighing at the state of yourself. There was mascara smudged beneath your eyes and a faded smear of lipstick left by kiara. Your hair was poofed and tangled, loose strands falling and sticking to your cheeks.

Without a second glance, you slipped out of your pajama shorts and long sleeved top, and turned on the shower. You stepped into the glassed in area, relaxing underneath the warm water as you let it swallow your body. Your hands massaged through your hair and over your skin, cleaning yourself of any smudges or dirt.

Once the water ran cold, you shuffled out and dried yourself with a towel, quickly pulling on a pair of washed out jeans and a sweatshirt. you brushed out your hair and checked your appearance, settling with the bared skin look.

The second you stepped out of the bathroom, you heard the front door open and close and soft groans echo through the living room. you walked out into the room, your nose immediately filling with the scent of coffee.

Kiara sauntered over to you, handing over a fresh hot cup of caffeine, and pressed a light kiss to your lips. “Good morning baby,” she greeted you, her voice soothing to your ears. with a sip from your cup, you smiled at the girl as a bid of thank you.

“Alright sleepy heads, here you go,” one by one, she handed off the rest of the cups, each person eagerly reaching out for the warm liquid.

John B. was the first to stand from his place on the couch, “Will there by any chance be breakfast? Because i'm starving.”

“Of course. Wouldn’t want to disappoint my good pals, now, would I?” You chuckled, playfully smacking the boy on his shoulder as you wandered past him and into the kitchen.

While the boys conversed and messed around, Kiara helped you prepare the mornings meal - chocolate chip pancakes, bacon, and fresh fruit. It was the usual whenever the group spent the night together.

Stacking food onto several plates, you whistled for the boys and watched as they rushed to grab the food from your hands.

“Much appreciated, Y/n,” Pope gave you a warm smile before he took his seat at the table, both john b. and Jj following behind him.

“Yeah, you're like the best cook ever,” Jj beamed at you, his mouth stuffed with pancake.

Kiara wrapped her arms around your waist, and you leaned into the warmth of her touch, breathing in the scent of her perfume. She lifted her head from its place on your shoulder, looking at you with eyes full of admiration. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Kie,” you brought your hands up to cup her face, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to her forehead and then her lips, indulging in the taste of her cherry chapstick.

“As much as i enjoy this view, you two should really get a room,” Jj teased, the other two boys nodding in agreement as they laughed.

You separated yourself from Kiara, the hint of a pink blush heating up your cheeks. Kiara shook her head with a giggle, giving your hand a squeeze before joining the boys at the table with her own plate of food.

Once everyone had finished eating their meals and dishes were discarded into the sink, plans for the day were discussed.

“It’s a nice day to take the boat out,” John B. suggested, and the group chimed in with various hell yeah's. But you shook your head, clearing your throat as you stood and buried your hands into the sleeves of your sweatshirt.

“I think i'll pass, today. But you guys should definitely go, have some fun.”

“Are you sure? It wouldn't be the same without you,” Pope looked at you with concern, for you were never one to say no to spending the day out on the water.

You nodded, “Yeah, I’m sure. I just need a day to myself, to relax and such. Next time, though.”

“Alright, if you insist,” the boys all got up and quickly packed any discarded belongings, bidding their farewells before heading outside. Kiara lingered, concern laced in her features.

“Is everything okay? Do you want me to stay? We could watch movies or something.”

You intertwined a hand with hers, giving her a reassuring smile, “No, it's okay, everything's okay. Some alone time just sounds nice, for today.”

Kiara nodded in understanding, pulling you into her arms in a tight embrace. “I’ll stop by later tonight then, okay? I love you.”

“Okay, I love you too,” with one last glance, Kiara waved goodbye and skipped out the door and toward the boys, all hollering as they started up the car and drove away.

With the house cleared out, you took a deep breath and let the smile drop from your face. You tiredly walked back to your bedroom, curling into the comfort and warmth of your bed and it's bundle of blankets.

Though your body desired to drift back into a peaceful sleep like before, your mind was busy with thoughts, therefore sleep was not what came. Instead, you were overwhelmed with pain and feelings of uncertainty, your mind screaming out in exhaustion and anger.

Your own brain betrayed you, tearing you apart word by word, a storm that left you trembling and empty. Salty, hot tears streamed down your cheeks, temporarily staining the grey sleeves of your sweatshirt which you used to wipe at your face.

You’re worthless. No one likes you, they're all just faking it. You’re such a disappointment. you're a failure. Kiara doesn't love you, why would she? With every disgust, hate filled word, you cowered and begged it to stop, pleading with your own thoughts to grant you mercy.

But they only screamed louder, each word like a freshly sharpened knife. You buried your head into your hands, furiously wiping at the tears that burned your eyes. You’re better off dead.

Suddenly, your head jerked up, that one thought lingering in your mind, as if on repeat. The thought reached out to you with welcoming hands, drawing you in with a facade of bliss.

With a tear stained face and heavy breaths, you dragged yourself out of bed and desperately searched the drawers of your desk. With a relieved sigh, you pulled out a small bottle which held what you desired.

Twisting the cap off, you dumped it's belongings into your shaky hand. The silver of the blades shined in the sunlight, giving you a sense of what could only be described as eagerness for self fulfilled mercy.

Carefully, your brushed your fingers over the blades before gingerly picking one up and holding it within your grip. Letting the rest fall back into the bottle, you rolled the sleeves of your sweatshirt up, giving you a view of your scarred, but bare wrists.

Sucking in a breath and holding it, you dragged the sharp edge of the blade across your skin. You winced at the pain, blood starting to seep from the deep inflicted wound. Without hesitation, you placed the cold metal against the skin of your other wrist, forcefully dragging it once more.

Dropping the blade onto the floor, amongst many droplets of dark red blood, you leaned your back against the frame of your bed, closing your eyes and letting the pain, and relief, wash over you. The voices in your head had finally quieted, giving you the peace you longed for.

Your eyes fluttered open and you stared down at your wrists, watching the blood as it spilled out and pooled around you, soaking the fabric which clung to your skin.

There was a faint smile on your pale lips as you felt the heaviness on your chest drift away, your head light and body weak. Minute by minute, your breaths became more shallow, and your eyelids drooped as you gave into the darkness that seeped in.

It wasn't long after that Kiara arrived back at your home, knocking on the door as to not scare you by walking in without warning. When you didn't answer and she heard no movement from inside, she opened the door, peering in to search for any sign of you.

“Y/n? I’m back, and I brought some food,” she called through the house, standing in place to listen for any sound. The silence was deafening, and though it worried her, she talked her fears down by convincing herself you fell back asleep.

She tossed the bagged meal onto the coffee table and slipped off her shoes, casually wandering back to your bedroom. “Hey, you awake? I-”

The second the door was open and you were in full view, her voice got caught in her throat at the sight of your pale, blood soaked body on the floor. She ran to you, falling to her knees as she frantically shook your shoulders.

“Y/n, baby, wake up. Please, baby, wake up,” tears poured from her clouded eyes, fear settling in her bones. In quick motions, she grabbed a discarded t-shirt from the floor and ripped it into two pieces, wrapping them tightly around your wrists.

With one pleading call to 911, kiara pulled your body close to hers, laying your head against her chest. “You’re gonna be okay, they'll help you. You’ll be okay,” her whole body trembled as she held you, her tears mixing with the blood that stained both hers and your skin.

But it was too late. No matter how fast they came, no matter how fast they worked to save you, you were a goner from the minute you brought the blade to your skin. And no amount of begging or praying could bring you back.

#outerbanks #obx #lgbt #fanfic #fanfiction #imagine #imagines #loveislove #kiaracarrera #romance #xreader #jjmaybank #sarahcameron #popeheyward #topperthornton #johnbroutledge

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