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Midnight Beach

Part 21/END

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"You're not Indiana fucking Jones, (Y/N)."

"What is with you and Indiana Jones?"

"Why are you going to South America? Like- Jesus, okay, what if El Dorado is real? What are you going to do about the amount of people who are going to come running for a taste of gold? The people who'll come after you for even having a piece of the real deal? What about this Singh guy? He's dangerous, you said so yourself!" The redhead sputtered, waving her arms around animatedly as he packed some things into his backpack. A simple change of clothes, underwear, deodorant, a hydro flask, his phone charger. He'd seen what Liv packed before her trips out to visit her aunt and go hiking but the experience of trekking through a jungle? Kildare wasn't exactly known for its jungles.

"At least we'll have an adult. Better than last time when it was just us on an island." He replied and swept his gaze over his room, searching for anything else he'd need. It almost felt like some sort of fever dream; clearing the air with Sarah and John B, hanging out with the Pogues on the Cut, preparing to go to a whole other continent. Christ, he'd only ever left Kildare a handful of times. Poguelandia had been a way to survive and Barbados an unavoidable accident. Now there he was, packing up to visit South America in search of someone who probably didn't even care for his existence. Completely and utterly avoidable.

"The adult is the one in trouble!" Liv nearly shrieked at him and slumped back on his bed. "You've finally lost it, (Y/N). You're flying out to South America on a presumed dead man's plane to save a deadbeat from some rich dude. Do you realize how crazy that sounds? How stupid? This is dumb. This is like... Topper Thornton level of stupidity. I hope you know that."

"I know how it sounds, Liv, but- I.." He sighed and finally turned to face the redhead. He pressed his leg against the edge of the bed and reached out to delicately comb his fingers through her vibrant locks. She puffed out her cheeks, a sign she'd be giving in soon, and stubbornly jerked her head in the other direction. "The Pogues have always been about adventures. This will be like... a farewell thing. We wrap this whole Royal Merchant and El Dorado thing up and I leave the Pogues to keep on treasure hunting or whatever it is they'll do after Big John's back home. John B's the biggest idiot I know. But even he deserves to have his father with him."

"And what about your parents?"

"I told them that the Pogues and I were going on a little trip to process what happened to us. It's not my fault they didn't ask where we're going." A grin slipped when Liv snorted and rolled her eyes. The redhead took a deep breath and pushed herself up, brushing aside strands of hair and reaching forward to wrap her arms around him. (Y/N) cradled her head against his stomach and kissed the top of her head.

"I'll stay safe, Liv. I promise."

"You better. I don't feel like going to South America to rescue your ass."

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Parking the jeep alongside Pope's dirt bike and getting out, (Y/N) nearly stumbled back against his jeep when JJ practically leaped into his arms followed by Pope and Cleo. (Y/N) laughed and did his best to embrace them in return, feeling JJ's hand ruffle the top of his head playfully. "You're late, man! Thought you chickened out on us."

"Not yet." He chuckled, nearly missing the wince from Sarah. He tried not to think about how the others would react to the news, especially after everything they'd been through. Rafe, Coastal Venture, Poguelandia, Barbados, and now... South America. He'd joined their little crew of misfits to help out his ex-girlfriend and now there he stood, waiting to hop on a plane to help her new on-and-off boyfriend. Fate truly had a twisted sense of humor.

"Hey, uh, where's Kie?" Pope asked and (Y/N) shifted to look over at the entrance of the tarmac. No sign of an Uber or Lyft or even one of the Carrera's cars. He frowned, thinking of her parents and how desperate they were to keep Kiara home and safe after their return. They'd always been so protective of her.

"It's gotta be her parents, dude. They've been up her ass." Sarah sighed, brushing her hair out of her face.

"They must've said she couldn't come." Pope sucked his teeth. "We're going to have to do this without her, then."

"No," JJ shook his head, adjusting the backpack strap digging into his shoulder and turning toward John B with his hand outstretched. John B immediately began shaking his head. "Gimmie the keys, man. Her parents already hate me, alright? Just.. give me an hour. It'll be like a black ops mission, in and out. Surgical removal type shit, alright? Plus... I kind of owe her."

"Oh?" John B's head snapped up and a twinkle appeared in his eyes, his fist digging around in his pocket to pull out the keys to the Twinkie. "You owe her, huh? Alright, you totally owe her. I appreciate the honesty."

"Give me an hour, alright, ya'll?" JJ snatched the keys out of his hand and sprinted toward the Twinkie, tossing the backpack through the open window before leaping in afterward, his body awkwardly landing halfway in while John B and Pope groaned. (Y/N) snorted, watching him wiggle his whole body through the window and climb into the driver's seat.

"Feather the throttle!" John B shouted after him and the Twinkie's wheels squealed loudly against the road. They watched him drive off toward the entrance to save his... 'friend.' His very good 'friend.' Totally not his crush or anything like that.

A hand came to rest on his shoulder and he looked back to catch Sarah's eye. She smiled at him, tired and nervous, and her fingers dug lightly into his shoulder. Sarah looked back toward the road where the Twinkie disappeared behind some trees and swallowed, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip. "Do you think he'll convince them to let her go?"

"Probably not." (Y/N) murmured. "I can't say I blame them either. I wouldn't want my daughter hanging out with people she keeps going missing with."

"I never really thought about it like that." Sarah dropped her hand and wrapped her arms around herself, the gentle breeze tousling around some of her hair. There was a heavy silence between them and despite the many discussions they had, it held an air of words yet to be spoken. Their history could never be unwritten, only forgotten over time as they entered adulthood. They'd eventually find their place in the world, their proper place, and begin a life without the other. It seemed fair to (Y/N). It was life. He'd come to accept it. Sarah Cameron had taken up much of his world in recent times, but like everything else, she'd eventually become a faint memory of his life in Figure Eight. A girl he loved and lost. An old friend. Someone he recalled both fondly and bitterly.

"I'll keep in touch, by the way." A lie or the truth? He couldn't quite tell. Did he want to stay in communication with them, with her? It'd be a risk. They'd eventually stumble into a new adventure, something new to discover and unveil that'd prompt them to reach out, whether to experience it with him or ask him for something.

"You could attend Chapel Hill, you know." She said softly. "It's close to home, close to us but not on the island."

"That's not happening, Sarah. I want to get away from here, from Figure Eight and Kildare. I've been here long enough. I don't want to regret not doing what I always wanted. I don't want to be like some of the miserable men here who only get genuine happiness when they go on business trips away from their families. The women here either love their lives or drown themselves in wine while the men inhale coke like its air and are barely ever home. It's a nightmare living here, Sarah. You see it, I see it. The Carrera's are one of the few that seem happy together and they had to prove themselves to even be accepted as Kooks. It's... hell."

"Not everything's so bad. There was... us and- and Topper and-"

"Things that are over, Sarah. Topper definitely won't be talking to us for a while and you and I... " (Y/N) inhaled deeply through his nose and released it in a heavy sigh. "You and I are done. For now or for good, I don't really know. If things change in the future... if we change in the future... maybe we'll find each other again. But I'm done with bullshit love triangles and John B."

"I know. I just-"

"Eight hours?! JJ, don't have eight hours! We've got a jet here. We're all waiting!" The two of them turned at the sound of John B's voice, spotting him speaking into the phone with a look of frustration. He blinked and shook his head rapidly, stammering and stumbling over his words before pulling the phone away from his ear and sighing.

"What's going on?" Pope asked as he and Cleo sat down on the steps leading up to the plane. John B rubbed the area between his brows and pinched the bridge of his nose, tucking his phone into his back pocket.

"Kiara got sent to a wilderness camp," He told them. "So, JJ is going to try to rescue her. He says he'll need eight hours-"

"Hours we don't have." Sarah cut in, folding her arms over her chest and walking toward him. "John B-"

"I know, I know. JJ said that if they don't make it in time, we should just go. That- That somehow they'll make it to South America." John B sighed again at the faces everyone made. Kiara locked away in a wilderness camp and JJ on a mission to rescue her. Sounded like an average Tuesday for the Pogues. "Yeah, I know, but it's JJ. He'll figure something out."

"So, what? We just waitin' around now?" Cleo questioned, her eyes flickering between them. "The longer we wait, the farther Singh gets, you know that, right?"

John B ran a hand over his face and nodded. The sky above them began to darken with the setting sun and gray clouds. Time seemed to tick by faster than expected. "Yeah, yeah, we know, Cleo. But this is Kie and JJ. We can't just leave leave them."

"Guess we're waiting then." Sarah pursed her lips. "Better get comfortable."

Another hour or two passed and night officially fell overhead, leaving them with only the lights along the airstrip. The plane pilot settled comfortably in the cockpit, awaiting instructions while the Pogues paced outside. No sign of JJ or Kiara, no calls, no texts. Dead silence on their end that only made frustration grow. John B continued to stare out toward the entrance, tapping his foot or dialing their numbers in vain.

"We have to go, John B," Sarah spoke up, pacing along the steps with her hands firmly on her hips. "We don't have eight hours. We can't wait around any longer, alright?"

"I'll try to call him again, okay?" As John B reached into his pocket and wiggled out his phone, the sound of a dirt bike grew closer and two dark figures on a bike appeared from the darkness of the airstrip. Everyone's attention immediately snapped toward it and Cleo groaned in relief. The scold on the tip of Pope's tongue halted and they all froze as the driver tossed their helmet off with their bloodied hands. (Y/N) felt his blood turn cold.

Hands left his sides and lifted to his face. Rafe roughly grabbed his throat, fingers digging into (Y/N)'s skin. A soft whimper left him and he pressed his hands against Rafe's chest, attempting to push back the blonde. "I need you to listen to me very carefully." He spotted Rafe's pupils in the light. He was high. "I need to get rid of John B. He came back to hurt my family and Sarah's helpin' him. I don't want to hurt her. She's my sister. But I can't let John B walk free. You know that, (Y/N). I'll let you come with me in case things get outta hand... But don't get in the way."

Taking in a sharp breath when Rafe released him, (Y/N) gingerly touched his sore throat. Rafe reached around the back of his waistband and took out a revolver, letting (Y/N) soak it in for a moment before tucking it back into its hiding spot. A coldness washed over him, making every hair on his body stand straight. Rafe ran a hand over his face and sniffled lightly, rubbing his nose and slapping a hand over (Y/N)'s back. He casually tossed the door open and stepped out.

"Come on, Barry's waiting."

He felt the phantom touch of fingers digging into his skin, hands coiling around his throat in an iron grip that left him momentarily breathless. Only the pained groan and Rafe's hurried movements broke him out of his brief trance, the withering and panting body on the back of the bike finally registering. Ward toppled over, bringing the bike along with him as he fell onto the concrete, revealing the large bloody circle on his shirt. Fucking Camerons.

"You're okay, Dad. You're okay, you're okay." Rafe breathlessly repeated as he reached down to bring Ward back up onto his feet. He finally knocked the helmet off Ward's head, revealing his pained face. Sarah staggered backward, staring wide-eyed at her father's bleeding form. Rafe turned to them, chest heaving. "Don't just stand there! I need some help! Come on, help me! (Y/N)! Please, Sarah."

Short, rapid breaths escaped Sarah's mouth and she hurried forward despite her previous hesitance. "What happened?!" She asked, pulling one of Ward's arms over her shoulder, helping her father wobble closer and closer to the plane.

"A fisherman spotted him, alright? They know he's alive. We gotta get him off the island right now." Rafe explained, tightly clutching his father's shirt and helping him inside the rest of the way. Sarah brought her hands to her forehead and moved away from the stairs, mumbling curses under her breath as she began to pace before bolting inside to check on them.

"Hell no. We are not getting on the plane with him. Hell no!" Pope shook his head as he cursed and turned toward John B. The brunette remained silent, eyes staring at the dots of red littering the ground and leading up to the plane.

(Y/N) rubbed his throat and turned around to face them, inhaling softly. Rafe looked different. Still had that deranged look in his eye but he'd buzzed his hair, ridding himself of the boyish blonde waves. The blood on his hands... a look that fitted him. A coked-up, daddy's boy who'd do anything for his approval, even if it meant staining his hands.

"He wasn't supposed to come," Sarah said breathlessly, heading down the steps and coming to a stop beside John B. "He stays on the island, he gets arrested."

"No, no, Sarah. I don't think you understand. I don't know if I can get on a plane with that guy-"

"Just listen, John B. This is his plane. I can't stop him from leaving. But he will still give us a ride to Orinoco, so if you don't wanna get on the plane, I get it. We'll find another way!"

John B swallowed, staring down at her as his lips pressed together. "There's no other way." He muttered, turning his head to look at Pope and Cleo. He took in a deep breath. "Let's go. Let's get on the plane."

"With them?" Pope stared at him, completely bewildered, and features slightly hardened with bitterness. With Rafe? (Y/N) grimaced. He'd be fine with just Ward, even if the man appeared half-dead with his groaning. At John B's nod, Pope sighed and turned around, preparing to head into the plane when Rafe stepped out. The two stopped and stared at each other, jaws clenching and muscles tensing. The air filled heavy with tension and unfinished business.

Rafe moved first, heading down the steps and brushing past the glaring boy. Cleo placed a hand on Pope's back, urging him inside and blocking his way until Pope finally headed up into the plane. (Y/N) took in a breath and walked forward, only taking a couple steps toward the plane before sweaty lean arms wrapped around his shoulders. He froze in Rafe's embrace, feeling those bloodied hands curl around the back of his shirt. "Keep an eye on him,' He whispered. "Please."

"He'll be fine." (Y/N) murmured breathlessly, and pulled himself free of the embrace to cut the distance between him and the stairs. He headed up them, hearing Rafe say the same sentiment to Sarah as she followed after him.

Inside the plane, Ward took up two seats near the front with his injury properly bandaged. He winced and groaned every few seconds, his face dripping with sweat. He seemed stable enough. Pope and Cleo sat far from him, side by side with Cleo quietly speaking to a fuming Pope. Sarah collapsed on one of the seats across from Ward with a first aid kit in her hands. John B sat a few seats down, looking weirdly calm about the whole situation. (Y/N) pursed his lips.

It was going to be a long ride to South America.

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"It's the Wild West out here," Cleo murmured as they stepped off the plane. The airstrip contained multiple people in military gear, some held guns or leashes clipped to attack dogs. Different country, different laws, different treatment. (Y/N) only prayed they'd at least manage to stay on the right end of a gun, far from the barrel or bullets.

"Sarah!" Ward called out, limping down the stairs and holding onto the railings. "I'm coming."

Sarah whipped around to face him, a scoff escaping her. "No, you're not. You got us here like you said you would. Now go on to Guadeloupe. You need to see a doctor!"

"You're way in over your head. I can help, let me help. Please-"

"No!" Sarah shouted, cutting him off sharply. "Get back in the plane. You promised you weren't a part of this."

Ward fell silent, his eyes trailing over each of them. He pressed his lips together tightly and nodded. "Okay." He sighed, turning around and wobbling back into the plane. Sarah turned away and ran a frustrated hand over her face, nodding for them to continue off the airstrip with a solemn look on her face.

Getting a taxi and heading further into Tres Rocas, they listened to the sound of fireworks and firecrackers as people roamed the decorated streets. Lively music played from different buildings and children raced up and down the streets, clutching flags and other things in their hands. Things seemed better, more friendlier than the dreary, heavily watched airport.

"Looks like a local holiday," Cleo mused, stepping out of the taxi and observing her surroundings. (Y/N) watched a firework shoot up into the air and hummed quietly before turning to face the others when the taxi drove away, leaving them in the middle of the crowded street.

"So, we have to assume that Singh's already gone upriver, alright? We're looking for a guy named Jose. He's gonna take us to the dig site. I, uh... I do not have a last name."

"I hate to break it to you, John B," (Y/N) began. "You're in a Latin country. Half the dudes here are going to be named Jose and most of them will be likely working some sort of job regarding the river since, you know, this is a river town."

"(Y/N)'s right. It'll be like findin' a teardrop in the ocean." Cleo rubbed her forehead as she spoke, a tired look passing over her face. "We'd have better luck tryin' to find Singh."

"Well, I'm assuming river guides probably hang out by the river?" Sarah attempted halfheartedly.

"Yeah, and if they're anything like the guys at OBX, they're probably getting drunk on a holiday."

Sarah hummed thoughtfully and placed her hands on her hips, a hopeful grin appearing on her face. "Let's start with the bars, then. Divide and conquer, ya'll."

And with that, the group split up and spread out around town. (Y/N) put his basic Spanish lessons from school to use, hitting up any place that looked like it sold beer and asking around for Jose the river guide. Many of the locals waved him off or shook their heads, unable to answer any of his questions with useful information. Regardless, he thanked them and went on his way until he met up with Pope and Cleo again near the center of the town, the looks on their faces telling him they'd have similar luck.

The sound of tires squealing caught their attention and they spotted a jeep driving down the road, heading straight for them. "Run." Pope breathed and without needing to be told twice, the three of them took off running down the street. The jeep honked repeatedly, the sound of it growing closer and closer as they ducked down different streets trying to lose it.

"Como estas, amigos?" A familiar face stuck their head out a windowless bus, speaking in barely understandable Spanish and with a hude dumb grin on his face. Fucking JJ and Kiara. Go figure. He laughed gleefully but the look quickly vanished at the realization that they were being chased.

"Already?! We just got here!" Kiara groaned, hurrying off the bus with JJ. "What's happening?"

"Singh's men are after us. We gotta think of a plan." Pope explained breathlessly, bracing his hands on his knees and attempting to calm his racing heart by taking deep breaths.

"Let's hijack the bus!"

"This bus?" Kiara scoffed at JJ's proposal, motioning wildly to the old rickety bus they'd taken. "It only goes ten miles an hour!"

"They're coming now, guys! Hide in the fruit stands, come on!" Cleo ushered them further down an alleyway where rows of stalls stood. They ducked and weaved around the bustling people until they found an unoccupied stand to hide behind. (Y/N) could feel droplets of sweat roll down his cheeks, his eyes locked on the rifles the two men carried around as they asked and checked the bus. The two eventually headed back to their jeep and took off down the road.

"Welcome to South America," Cleo said, tossing her arms up.

"They're foreigners, Cleo." (Y/N) murmured, catching his breath and running the back of his hand over his forehead. "The locals haven't done anything. They don't owe us any help either."

"So..." Kiara trailed off, her chest heaving with deep breaths. "What's the plan?"

JJ swallowed, his eyes flickering over the stands and locals bustling around before his lips twisted up. He looked back at Kiara, studying her face for a moment before looking back toward them. "Barracuda Mike gave us the ride here. We could... ask him?" He proposed, wincing at the deadpan look Pope gave him. "He's our only shot, man!"

"Fantastic..." Pope sighed heavily. "Barracuda Mike it is."

Barracuda Mike, as it turned out, was a smuggler who primarily dealt with smuggling drugs and other similar things out of North Carolina via his cargo plane. And, he seemed surprisingly understanding when the group returned to him asking for help, claiming to have a boat set up at the river. He led them to it, even offering over a mag of machetes for them to use as weapons as he led them through a short trek in the jungle and to a boat perched on the water.

"I'm addin' the cost of this rig to what you already owe me. I don't expect to see it again, anyway. I asked around at the landin' today. Your buds did leave this mornin', but I was able to get directions to El Tesoro. Pretty loose since only Jose knows the real way, but it'll get you in the right zip code." Barracuda Mike explained, handing over a piece of paper with directions written on it and nodding for them to climb into the boat.

Turning to look at him, Pope offered a small smile. "Thanks."

"Don't thank me." Barracuda Mike brushed him off with a dry chuckle and wave of his hand. "Start prayin'." Ah, that made his willingness to help more understandable. He wanted them out of his hair as quickly as possible. "

With a couple of strained grunts, Barracuda Mike pushed the boat further into the water and lifted his hand to wave at them as the boat began floating downstream. JJ got the motor started and their speed increased, releasing a soft hum that mixed with the distant singing birds, chirping insects, and even the occasional hoot of a monkey. The five of them settled comfortably on the boat, filling the silence with chatter. (Y/N) spent his time gazing into the murky, brown river water until night fell and they took turns steering the boat to get some rest.

By the early morning, the sound of another boat heading down the river prompted JJ to wake everybody up and steer the boat closer to the bank where it'd be hidden by foliage and low-hanging leaves. They ducked down and waited, watching as a boat filled with Singh's men passed by, armed and going rather fast.

"They're not lookin' for us." Cleo mused. "They're movin' too quick."

"They're looking for John B and Sarah." JJ realized quietly, darting up from his spot and starting the motor back up. "They gotta know where they're headed. We need to go. They're gonna need us!"

The boat quickly resumed its journey down the rivers, speed fast enough to keep up with Singh but slow enough not to draw their attention. (Y/N) watched the boat drift in and out of view, disappearing over the horizon until JJ sped back up. His gaze moved over to the bag of machetes resting on the floor of the boat. Weapons, Barracuda Mike had called them. Weapons meant to help them against armed and trained men with guns. Maybe he should've listened to Liz, after all.

Early the next morning they encountered a small docking area by the riverbank. Kiara studied the paper Barracuda Mike had given them, her head lifting every so often to look at the village before she nodded to herself. "Guys, I think this is El Tesoro. The trailhead to the mountain is supposed to start here." She told them.

"Oh, shit," JJ whispered, motioning ahead to two of Singh's men lingering on the docks. "What are we gonna do? We gotta get past them somehow."

Pope's lips pursed and he slipped his backpack off his shoulders, setting it down on his lap and rummaging through the contents before pausing and looking up at them. "I... may have an idea."

"This is so stupid." (Y/N) whispered, peeking over the windowsill of the old, abandoned shack that had the perfect view of the men. One of them dozed off on a boat while the other fiddled around with different things, seemingly bored of waiting around. "If one of you gets shot-"

"It'll be fine, (Y/N)." Kiara assured him, ensuring the note she'd tied to the end of the fish hook wouldn't fall before she tossed the line out. It landed in the boat the napping man lied in and he startled, sitting up with squinted eyes and looking around until he noticed the note. "Get ready, ya'll.... and.... now, JJ!"

The blonde lit a firecracker and tossed it into the air, far enough that it hit the side of boat and exploded in the water. The man scrambled up and grabbed his rifle, his head on a swivel as his partner ducked down. Another firecracker landed and exploded nearby, prompting the man to start shooting blindly and forcing them to duck down to avoid being seen or hit.

"Return fire, Pope! Return fire!" JJ shouted and Pope quickly lit another firecracker, tossing it over the roof of the shack.

When that one exploded, they heard the man shouting at his partner to get in the boat. The boat quickly sped off with the two men on it and the group sent them off with one last firecracker. Once they disappeared down the river, (Y/N) stood up and shook his head, rolling his eyes at JJ and Pope's celebratory handshake.

"Hey, hey," Cleo called, stepping out of the shack and sucking her teeth. "No time for celebrating. We didn't do nothing yet."

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"You know," (Y/N) exhaled breathlessly, sweat dripping profusely from his skin from both the humidity and trek up the mountain. Kiara answered with a soft groan, clutching her side as she leaned against a tree and turned back to look at him. Pope and Cleo had long gone ahead of them, clearing a way with two machetes as if they were used to hiking through jungles. "I'm glad this little last adventure... with you all has been... interesting, to say the least."

"Last?" JJ repeated, quickly as breathless. His blonde strands stuck to his forehead and temples, soaked as if he'd taken a plunge in the river. "What- What do you mean, last?"

"Yeah, I mean-" Kiara took a deep gulp of air and swatted away a buzzing insect. "-I'm sure there'll be other adventures."

"Yeah, for you guys." (Y/N) stood up straighter and rolled back his shoulder, wincing when his back ached. His legs were in no better condition, aching and weeping for rest. JJ and Kiara stared at him, their brows knitting together. "I- I... Jesus, I hate hiking. I'm never doing this again."

"Ditto." Kiara laughed and turned her back to him, using the trunk she'd been leaning against to help her move over a fallen log. "But, what do you mean? We're Pogues. All of us. Even Cleo and you. We're... We're a family... one that should never go hiking again."

"Remember that night when Sarah told us about the plane?" You asked, waiting for JJ to step over the log and sighing quietly when the blonde tripped and nearly fell. He recovered quickly, shooting them both an innocent grin as he wiped moist dirt off his hand. (Y/N) cautiously stepped over the log, keeping in mind the root that'd nearly taken out JJ and glancing up at them as they continued the trek.

"Yeah, you and JB cleared the air, right?" JJ glanced over his shoulder at him.

"Yeah, sorta, I guess. But, uhm... I told them that I'd-"

"Woah, guys, look at this view!" Kiara suddenly called out with a giddy laugh, the path leading out to an open area where they could overlook the thick jungle and the mountains ahead. (Y/N) noticed Pope and Cleo breaking away from each other quickly and hummed quietly, a smile pulling at the edges of his lips. Kiara and JJ, Pope and Cleo... Sarah and John B. They all had each other, in some way or another.

"What were you saying, (Y/N)?" JJ turned to look at him, causing the others to turn as well.

"Oh, uhm..." (Y/N) trailed off and sighed, looking out toward the gorgeous view before him. A thick green jungle as far as the eye could see, giant mountains that reached toward the skies, the beautiful song of the jungle sounding through the air. Beautiful, but everything that'd led him up to that moment hadn't truly been worth the view. "I'm leaving the OBX. For good. I'm- I'm going to get my diploma and apply to colleges away from here."

"What?" The resounding response to his revelation.

"I know, I know... Poguelandia, I know. I deserve more than being the thirdwheel or the ex being dragged along, guys. As much as ya'll hate to admit it, I'm a Kook. I care about each of you, even John B... sometimes. You'll always be family. And sometimes, families have to separate to live their lives to the fullest, right? I want a degree, a proper job, and a safe life. It's boring but it'll be comfortable." The Pogues remained largely quiet, mixed expressions on their faces and different emotions flashing but in the end, they all settled on bittersweet smiles and nods. "And I promise to send wedding invitations, if I ever get engaged."

"You better!" JJ laughed, lurching forward to swing his arms around his shoulders and hold him tightly. "You better, you bastard. I expect to be a groomsman, you hear?"

"And you better keep in touch, too." Kiara piped in.

"And visit when you can, alright?" Pope added and Cleo agreed with a nod.

"I will, I will." (Y/N) chuckled, running his hand over JJ's back before the two pulled away. "Now, let's go find those two idiots."

They headed down the mountain after Pope pointed out a manmade trail heading down and further into the jungle. JJ took the lead with Kiara, using machetes to cut down any thick grass, exposed roots, or fallen wood. They walked with idle chatter until a loud, distant yet not far explosion sounded through the air, startling the animals and causing birds in a nearby tree to shoot up into the air in a panic. They fell silent and exchanged wide-eyed glances before a silent, mutual agreement passed over them and they broke out into a sprint in the direction of the explosion.

"Careful!" Pope called when Kiara tripped over a root but brushed him off with a wave and stood back up to hurry after JJ.

They continued through the path until they heard the familiar sound of Ward's voice, followed by Big John and Sarah. Immediately ducking down, they carefully made their way up the steep path and peeked over, spotting Ward holding Big John, Sarah, and John B at gunpoint while speaking quietly to them.

"What are we gonna do?" Pope questioned quietly.

"Is this ride or die?" JJ asked quietly, his hand curling around the machete sheathed away. The others mimicked his movements, freeing their machetes from their sheaths and holding tightly onto them. JJ glanced back at them and grinned. "P4L."

The group charged forward with battle cries, pulling Ward's attention away from the three and onto them. He swung his gun around frantically as the group shouted at him, demanding he put his gun down. Ward panted, his eyes wide and arm swinging around, continuously switching who he pointed the gun at in a desperate attempt to spook them into staying back.

"You can't shoot just one of us." (Y/N) exhaled, grinding his teeth when Ward looked back at him with softened features.

"If you have to shoot somebody, Ward, shoot me." Big John told him through labored breaths, his bloodied hands pressed against his side. Shit. Ward spun on his heel to face him but John B stepped in his way, staring him right in the eye and arching a brow.

"Or me." He said softly, watching Ward's features harden and the trembling of his hand grow. He curled his lip and took a deep breath, attempting to steady his arm but then Sarah stepped in front of John B, her eyes shiny with tears but her features showcasing her utter exhaustion.

"Stop." She whispered, swallowing as a tear slid down her cheek and she stepped forward, pressing the barrel to her chest and staring at her father. "Enough."

"Don't-"

"You're not gonna kill all of us. I know you won't. I know you." Sarah's lips began to tremble and she shakily exhaled. "You forget that I know you."

Her words seemed to have an effect on Ward, his own eyes flooding with tears and face scrunching up as his shoulders began shaking. Sarah placed her hand over his, pushing it down and pulling the gun from his weakened grip. "I couldn't." Ward gasped, tears running freely down his face. His palm came to rest on Sarah's cheek and he weakly smiled. "I couldn't do it."

"Yeah? Well, I can." A new voice called followed by the sound of a gun cocking. One of Singh's men stumbled out of the jungle, his gun raised and pointed at them before dropping down to Big John when John B pointed his own gun at him. "Toss it!"

"Take it easy, bud." Big John spoke weakly. "Your boss is dead. You got no reason to do this."

"I can think of a few reasons." The man sneered at Big John, his eyes jumping back to John B. "Toss it!" He demanded sharply and John B lifted his hands, letting the gun slip from his grasp. The man slinked forward, keeping his gun trained on them. "Thought you'd end up with the gold, eh? Alright, nobody move. My mate back there is dead. Because of you. You..." He pointed his gun at Sarah. "Can go first."

Exchanging one last somber look with his daughter, Ward charged forward, taking multiple shots to his body but refusing to relent until he tackled the man and took them both tumbling down the cliff nearby. Sarah staggered forward, short gasps escaping her that turned into quiet sobs. (Y/N) moved first, snapping the others out of their shock, and walked toward the cliff's edge. He spotted the two lifeless bodies at the bottom and grimaced, closing his eyes tightly and listening to Sarah's sobs grow louder.

"Big John? Hey, Big John?" Pope's panicked voice made him open his eyes and he turned his head, noticing Big John's head lolling off to the side. (Y/N)'s arms reached out, pulling Sarah against him, and nodded to John B. The brunette shot him a thankful look before rushing over to his father, speaking hurriedly to him and slinging on of his arms over his shoulder.

"Come on, we gotta get you out of here, Dad." John B told him, waiting for Pope to get his other arm before they began heading back down the trail as quickly as possible.

"We'll let them know when we get back that his body's here, alright?" (Y/N) took Sarah by the shoulders, squeezing them lightly. She sniffled, another sob wrecking her body but she managed to nod weakly, one arm sliding around his waist to use him as support. "You'll be okay, Sarah. We'll all be okay."

They took turns helping Big John, the weight of a tall grown man weakening them after some time. They managed to reach the deserted dock, getting to their boat, and laying him down. (Y/N) got the motor started, steering them up the river as the Pogues tried giving Big John reassurances through their tears. He remained by the motor, watching them slowly come to terms with Big John's fate. His breathing had long become labored, his body too exhausted to fight through the pain.

With a trembling hand, Big John took his son's hand. "We did it together, my boy. Just... just like we drew it up. Hey, hey, Bird... it's okay." He weakly smiled up at him, rubbing his thumb over John B's hand. "I know... that I wasn't any great shakes as a father... but you... you were the best son any man could hope for. I want you to know that..."

"Tell me when we get home, Dad, okay?" John B sniffled, reaching into his bag to pull out the block of gold they'd been able to get from El Dorado before exploding the entrance alongside Singh. He set the block on Big John's chest for him to look at, a pained, bittersweet smile on his face. "We did it. We did it, Dad."

Big John's eyes fluttered closed, his breathing growing weaker and shorter. John B's lips rolled into his mouth, the tears dripping down his cheeks and quiet sobs escaping him. "I'll see you... I'll see you at home, kid..." Big John told him, before his chest ceased rising and John B hugged him tightly.

✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽

"Is this all of it?"

(Y/N) tore his attention away from his startling empty room to look over at Liz. He'd taken down most of his pictures, even those of him and Sarah, and packed them away in a box. He'd already chosen which ones he felt like keeping and which ones he felt fine with parting. His closet remained partly empty, a couple clothes kept in there just in case, but his essentials and anything sentimental had been packed away and in the back of his jeep.

"Yeah," (Y/N) nodded, pushing his hands into the pockets of his jacket and nodding to himself. "We're good to go, I guess."

"Good, 'cause I have a flight to catch." Liv walked forward, wrapping her arms around him before planting a kiss on his cheek. She scanned the room and hummed quietly, turning around and making her way to the door. "I'll be waiting for you on campus, alright? I already spoke to your future roomie-"

"Liv." (Y/N) groaned.

"And I have to say, he's pretty cute. I think you'll have fun together." Liv winked, her mischievous giggles echoing down the hall.

Rolling his eyes and quietly muttering to himself, (Y/N) took one last survey of his childhood bedroom. He'd miss it, even with all the lonesome memories it held. He walked toward the door and stepped outside, gently shutting it and making his way down the hall. His eyes took in every inch of the hall, gaze lingering on the rare family photos still hung up despite his parent's pending divorce. Things were better that way. They'd go their own way, find their own happiness. Communication with them had improved, at least. No more ignored calls.

"Goodbye, home sweet home." He whispered to himself, striding down the stairs and picking up his keys.

(Y/N) stepped outside and shut the door with a soft thud, locking it and double-checking it locked. He inhaled deeply and stepped off the porch, waving to Liv's car when it sped down the road. Topper waited at the end of the driveway, attempting to look as casual as possible while leaning against his truck.

"What's up, Top?"

"Came to see you off, is all," Topper responded with a shrug, pushing himself off the truck and walking up the driveway toward him. He stood in front of him, twisting his lips up a bit before throwing his arms around him in a tight hug. (Y/N) stumbled backward and chuckled, wrapping his arms around him. "I'm still mad at you.... but I'll miss you."

"Yeah, yeah, don't get into trouble, alright?" (Y/N) leaned back, ruffling up his pristine blonde locks and laughing when Topper huffed. "Keep an eye on Sarah, will you? But be nice about it."

"She's a big girl," Topper muttered, crossing his arms over his chest. "I will. Just for you, though."

"Uh-huh." (Y/N) climbed into his jeep and turned the engine on, feeling it come to life beneath him. He took another look at the boy and smiled, closing the door and resting his arm on top of it. "I'll be seeing you in a couple months, anyway. Got that big thing with the mayor, remember? Something about the treasure."

"Don't be a stranger, then!" Topper called, watching the car reserve out of the driveway.

With one last wave, (Y/N) drove down the street. He turned the volume of the radio up and absentmindedly listened to the random pop songs that played, his eyes focused on the scenery passing him by. The expensive houses, the snobby neighbors, the shimmering water peeking between the trees, the welcoming town between both worlds, the distant horn of the ferry. He'd miss Kildare but it felt good to finally break away from it.

The repeated honking of a car caught his attention and he rolled his eyes when the Twinkie drove up beside him with JJ halfway out of the passenger window. Whoops, hollers, and the occasional 'we'll miss you' came from the van and JJ playfully blew him a few kisses before being forced back into his seat by John B. The brunette pushed his hand into the horn a few more times before they turned down a different road.

"Idiots." (Y/N) whispered with a chuckle and pulled into a gas station, parking his car by one of the bumps and stepping out. He stuck his hand in his back pocket for his wallet and tugged it out, moving around his car and looking up in time to notice Sarah jogging across from the store.

"Liv told me you were gonna stop for gas here." She revealed with a chuckle, brushing back strands of blonde hair she'd recently recolored. Sarah smiled sweetly, glancing at the stuff stored in the back of his jeep. "The others are gonna pick me up in a second. I... I wanted to say bye to you alone. Well- Somewhat alone."

"All of you are acting as if I'm marching off war." (Y/N) snorted. Sarah laughed sheepishly and shrugged lightly, taking a few steps closer before she leaned up to press their lips together. She leaned back and rested her hands on his shoulders, her smile shifting into a sad one. She sighed shakily and chuckled again.

"Thank you, for everything... I couldn't have asked for a better boyfriend, ex or not. I'll really miss you and just know that- that I'll always have love for you, (Y/N). Remember that, okay? Promise you'll never forget how much I care about you... how much we all care for you." She told him softly, tilting her head up to gaze into his eyes. "Pogues for life?"

"Pogues for life." He echoed softly, combing his fingers through her hair and pressing his hand against her cheek. Sarah leaned into his touch and closed her eyes.

"I'm... I'm glad you're going for your happily ever after, (Y/N). Even if it's not with us. We'll always be here if you ever need us."

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this season of outer banks really only confirms that men with the audacity to think something is "owed" to them or that they're "destined" for something WILL in fact be the end of us all

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ok but imagine instead of kie getting taken by singh’s men it’s JJ & Y/N who would do anything for each other.

like “don’t touch her!” and “let go of him!” and singh realizes their in love and ugh. been thinking about this

most definitely can imagine this and i’m gonna die on the spot so i made this little blurb to satisfy our imaginations. send me your thoughts and i’ll elaborate on them !

cw; fluff, mentions of death, guns, & s3

pairing; jj x fem!reader

The inseparable pair knew they were preeminently fucked.

No sign of parasitical nuance or help for miles, just the company of the other. Selfishly, though either of them are thanking God, that they’ve gotten captured with the other. For no one else of the Pogues would bring such infamous relief and solace— being completely infatuated tended to do that.

And at least if they die in this place, they die together.

Getting to experience a love so unheard of.

You shivered in the bed of the truck— boring your eyes with envy at the gaurd that stood tall upon arrival to Singh’s ‘operation’. If only you’d gone the same route as Kie, Pope, John B, Sarah, and Cleo, such an impact as the plane delving into water had you borderline shell shocked. But, JJ wasn’t having that either, immediately b-lining in your same opposite direction— wherever you stray, he follows.

Which explains this phenomenon before you.

The harsh metal in the truck bed is making your ass go completely numb, knees tucked into your chest in complete and utter panic. JJ’s stomach was whirling with fear, yet he vowed not show it, pulling you into his side— even in the first moments the two of you were shoved and practically thrown back there. His arm envelops you tightly, his slightly grown out mullet catching air lightly whilst he rests his chin on your shoulder. A mesh of two soaking bodies, kneading into one another.

“Gonna’ get us out of here baby.” Is all JJ whispers into the shell of your ear, before peppering sweet domestic kisses to your temple, the contact granting him some form of grace. Now you knew JJ’s plans were elaborate and full of unnecessary schemes but sometimes they worked and sometimes they didn’t. You were choosing to trust that whatever he could weasel his way into this time, would work.

The halt of the truck was sudden, sending you and JJ to a slight jolt forward. A bright white, poled in mansion-like image is in view; bulging eyed stares are shared between the two of you and JJ is secretly shitting himself as he’s walking into this blind. Guards similar to the one towering over you in the truck bed are surrounding the home, khaki colored uniforms a compliment to the guns accompanying them. Such variety as they all held one with a differentiating aim.

No words are spoken, not even a ‘get out’. Though you are being yanked up by your arm like a rag doll— wasn’t exactly something you were prepared for. Two guards stand opposite, winnowing down the trunk flat. In one swift movement, his large tight fist is clamping down onto your much smaller arm. The form of security that rode in the truck bed with you and JJ, mimicks— doing the same to JJ as the other is doing to you.

JJ is biting down so violently on his bottom lip, that the familiar taste of metallic blood is seeping into the inside of his mouth. Putting hands like that on his girl, is nearly asking ‘do you want me to splatter your brains across this pavement?’, and he’d gladly do it with a grin on his face. His vice grip is so tight on you, that his fingernails are leaving crescent moon indentions into your untouched skin, and JJ can feel his insides boiling with pure distaste.

All it takes is maybe two steps out of the truck, toward the unpromising place and JJ elbowing the man in his best, knocking his breath away. He’s squirming to get to you, and you haven’t peered back at him yet. “Let go of her fucking arm, you piece of shit.” JJ spat, nailing your gaurd at the back of his ankle with the spiked bottom of a his combat boot. Walking separate in pairs, not even making it the doomed front door.

“Don’t make this harder than it has to be, big shot.”

Your guard turns, taking you with him to face JJ. With roaring sun causing a slight glint in your eye. Falsified nickname, is fueling the ignition to the fire that’s burning tauntingly inside of him. The gaurd that’s sustaining JJ, has his arms stuffed dislocated like behind his back, and you wanted to stomp his face in unrecognizable.

Unbeknownst to the pair, Singh had been watching— taking note that the arrival time was much too late than as planned. Gazing through the stained glass filled doors, the alluring scene unfolding before him beneath his shaded driveway was entertaining. His muscular guards, unable to withstand two teenagers.

“Don’t ever touch him like that.”

You bit back, the way his arm was twisted it could’ve passed for being broken. Just as your boyfriend was protective of you, you were protective of him. That’s just how the dynamic always worked. Consequences don’t come to mind when you cherish your lovers life over your own— there could be a gaping hole that’s causing the world to cave in, if one was to fall the other is diving in, no second thoughts.

He’d balance with bare feet on boiling hot coals.

And you’d walk into a bank, full ski mask on, to rob it.

It doesn’t matter the length, their relationship is evidence of doing anything for someone.

So tight knit that everyone back home in Kildare was typically aware of the couples unwavering deepened love. Affectionate, intimate, and everything in between.

If they were to go on living it wouldn’t be without the other.

It wasn’t dumb luck, it was fate.

It’s taking Singh seeing this moment to fully understand that. He’s taken aback by the powerful besot, does it mean he will ease up on them, no. To Singh, those lives are of no importance to him, the gold came before anything.

“Your gonna’ earn your boyfriend here a shot to the head. That what you want?”

JJ can’t help but smirk mischievously at you for rooting for him. He was quite the sight, darkened eyes through damp tresses, muscles prominent past his sleeveless tee. Definitely not something you should be paying grace attention to right now. A gun is lifted to the center of JJ’s forehead, but you don’t fault. Figuring you’ve already trampled through all this mess, what’s the worst.

“Then you’ll have to shoot me too.”

“Glady-“

“You will do nothing of the sort. They are in love y’know.”

The short man with slick hair comes into view, signaling the guards to release the two of you. Embracing eachother within milliseconds, you are colliding with JJ’s chest. A slow kiss is shared, one that is full of yearn and luminous luster. Hands roaming to assure themselves that they were there in one piece and alive. This earns a clap from Singh, more than right about the couple being instantaneously in love.

“So what? cause’ they’re in love they get a free pass?!”

The guards stood dumbfounded, faces scrunched in disgust at Singh thinking all of this under-minded work to get them their was for nothing. All Singh could do was chuckle— they really didn’t know him, did they?

“Perhaps they will hold hands in death, if they don’t get me what I want.”

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so, i think that there is one major flaw that made this season less enjoyable than others (except big john cause we all agree that his whole storyline is a disaster). the lack of pogues interactions was so noticeable. i absolutely adore each and every couple and i’m really glad that the writers gave them time to bond and develop romantic connections, but this show is first and foremost about friendship. we have pogues separated for the most part of the season. the first time we have john b/jj interaction past poguelandia is episode six. six!!! they are supposed to be best friends, but john b is preoccupied with his father’s gold obsession for the most part to even acknowledge that his best friend could be homeless. the same goes for his girlfriend. he didn’t show any interest in where sarah is staying, whether she has food, etc. how many times the pogues were at the chateau this season? i can count two - when they reunited with big john in episode six and after john b was released from the police department in episode eight. i always considered twinkie and chateau as characters, honestly. however, this season the only pogue beside jb that was in twinkie is jj. it feels like the whole group dynamic was somehow sidelined. and i don’t think that it has something to do with couples getting some focus, because we also kind of had relationships storylines which were mixed with group dynamics without any problems in previous seasons. this season we havr a huge treasure hunt which kind of ruins the whole vibe. those local gold/cross treasure hunts were cringey in some ways, but they have one element that el dorado doesn’t have - we have a connection with them throughout one of the pogues. el dorado is big john’s focus, so it explains why we as viewers don’t feel some sort of investment into that storyline. i think that the lack of friendship moments is also to be blamed on limited screentime (the huge amount of which was wasted on el dorado). we literally had some scenes cut - like sarah talking to pope and cleo about rafe coming back (there was a bts of cline, jd and laci in their episode four outfits outside of heywards). also, in episode seven we could have had sarah and kie talk heart to heart, but that time sarah somehow decided to ignore kiara’s worry for jj. it was such a good moment for girls to bond through boys troubles, but i guess adding another singh “you know” line was more important. also, i really think that we were robbed on pogues interactions in general. like are pope and john b even aware that jj is basically homeless? if pope knows, why didn’t he invite jj to heywards as well? i’m sure jj doesn’t need the whole room to himself, but a simple place to sleep and eat would be nice.

moving to sarah and jj. just imagine if jj was home when sarah came after being rejected by carreras? i would give everything to see them co-living for at least one episode! by the way, about carreras, kie simply lets sarah go after her parents acted like jerks and threw away a homeless sixteen years old girl. kind of unbelievable for me, but i understand that this whole thing happened so that sarah could accidentally meet topper. there was an opportunity to show the girls bond. was there at least one friendship moment with any of the girls with cleo? it’s such a waste. also, kie saw something between pope and cleo and she could have teased them about it. and do not even get me started on jiara interrupting cleope’s kiss and not saying anything. jj keeping his mouth shut? never heard of it. again, the whole group not having any reaction about kitty hawk? guys, your best friend was sent away and you are just acting like it’s not a big deal? by the way, i understand why many people like episode five. it has this chaotic vibe from earlier seasons. pogues (minus john b) are finally on the mission together and it is pure cinematography. we got their chaotic energy again, a bunch of friendly fights, comedic moments. and these things were exactly what attracted so many viewers in the first place. also, personally i was interested in this mission because pogues were there to get the cross, an artifact that really mattered to one of the characters. so once again viewers are emotionally invested in the mission. whereas there are no emotional investment in el dorado plot. i think in general friendship vibe was present in the first episode and somewhat in the end of episode eight. lack of pogues in the finale is very palpable and it sucks because we have so many wasted opportunities here. i will forever mourn that we didn’t have surfing scenes, hammock scenes, legendary obx parties like boneyard or kegger. still, let’s hope that in next season we will get back our pogues friendship moments. we were absolutely robbed this season, guys.

#obx #obx 3 #outer banks #pogues #john b routledge #sarah cameron #pope heyward #jj maybank #kiara carrera #cleo outer banks #jarah #jiara #cleope

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Into the Mist

Chapter VIII

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“It’s Audrey.” JJ shook his head, hand running across his mouth as he stared down at the message, fingers shaking, “Fuck—it’s Audrey.”

“Are you sure?” Cleo shook her head, glancing between Pope and JJ, “Why would she—”

“It’s a—a thing,” JJ shook his head, feeling tears sting the back of his eyes, “we—something we said when we were on the boat. It’s her—I know it’s her.”

“Could still be a trap,” Kiara shook her head but quickly recoiled at the look JJ shot her, Pope coming to her defense.

“JJ—how would Audrey have made it out, gotten a phone, and found her way across the island? Think about it, it’s a trap.” Pope moved to speak louder when JJ opened his mouth to interrupt, “They’re trying to lure us out. We just need to lay low a little longer…”

JJ rolled his eyes upward, ticking off his points on his fingers, “Uh…because she’s smart? And she’s fast? And if you give her the chance she always takes it? That’s why?”

“JJ…”

“C’mon!” JJ’s voice echoed louder than they would have liked, Sarah shushing him softly as she glanced around to see if anyone noticed, “This is her. I’d bet my life on it. We need to go and like…now.”

“What if they got her to type it?” Pope asked, hand raised when JJ’s frown deepened, “Hear me out—we don’t know what Singh’s capable of. If he’s holding her or torturing her, he may have gotten this out of her. He could have forced her to type it.”

“No.” JJ had never been more sure about anything in his life, shaking his head again, and perhaps some of it was refusing to acknowledge the fact that they very well may have tortured his girlfriend, his brain warning him about the state she could be in when he found her. “No, I know it’s her. There wouldn’t be any reason for her to send this if Singh was behind it. There are literally hundreds of things she could say that would work, but she picked this one, because it’s ours.”

“This is how they set us up last time,” Pope warned, hands up in an attempt to pacify JJ, “He knows we have the phone, he knows he can’t track it…we have to at least consider that this is a trap. It would be dumb for us not to.”

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An: so the request got deleted by accident 🤧 but it was basically Pope being with someone like JJ (reckless lowkey stupid etc.) and they get into an argument SO WHOEVER REQUESTED THAT IM SO SORRY and you said you loved my stories so you get major kisses

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Pt. 2 is out!!

Reckless

Pope Heyward x reader (reader is female with she/her pronouns)

warnings: established relationship, cursing (mostly pope), arguing, yelling, reader lowkey being an ass, OBX3 SPOILERS, takes place when they were trying to get Kie from singhs house, suggestive jokes, and i think that’s it hope you enjoy my lovers 🤍

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Summary: Pope doesn’t like his girlfriend basically sacrificing herself

posted: April 2,2023

“Words! Words!” John B whispered yelled at JJ when he was giving unrecognizable signals. “They’re right there!” He said pointing at the guards with crazy eyes. “Then say that!” Pope said. “For real Jay we are far enough that you don’t have to do stupid hand signals.” You told him while laughing. “Oh yeah? Well do you recognize this one N/N.” He flipped you off. “Yea I do actually. But do you know this one Jay?” You put your hand into an o shape and put it against your mouth while sticking your tongue in your cheek and mouthed ‘suck my dick.’

“Oh you think your funny!” He yelled. “Oh now you can yell JJ?” Then you guys started arguing. John B and Pope were trying to calm us down and Cleo and Sarah was just shaking their heads. This scary guy with a gun was looking in your guy’s direction.

“Guys stop!”

“Who is that over there? Show yourself or I shoot!”

“Shit” You said under your breath. You got an idea. You got dirt and rubbed it on your face and messed up your hair very quickly. “What the hell are you doing?” John B said with disgust. “Shut up Johnny.” You started to get up.

“Wait Y/N where are you going?!” Pope whispered to you. “Just trust me Popesicle.” You said with a wink. “I’ll give y’all the signal to get the hell out of here before we get shot.” Pope tried to grab your leg but you shook him off.

“Hurry up or I shoot!”

“Hi! Hey! Excuse me? Please don’t shoot!” You say pretending to be tired and holding up your hands. The man look at you with confusion.

“Who are you and tell me why I shouldn’t shoot?”

“Hi my name is Jewel like the smoking thing that looks like a flash drive.” He doesn’t look convinced. “I am just looking for Luke Armstrong. He kinda owes me for something.” You started waving in a ‘get away while you can’ manner. They picked it up very quickly. You can hear your boyfriend wanting to stay and not leave you but they pulled him to get away.

“What are you waving at?”

“Oh nothing it’s just a lot bugs right?” He just nodded. “I can’t say sorry enough. I just found the nearest building just to ask for directions. Can I go inside to your headman or something?” He just nodded and motioned his gun to go inside with him.

Sucker.

_____

“We have to go get her!” Pope yelled.

“Pope just- .”

“Don’t tell me to fucking calm down JJ?”

“Yelling ain’t gonna solve anything.” Cleo said rolling her eyes.

“Exactly Pope she’s smart enough to not get killed or anything.” John B said.

“Yeah that really helps asshole.”

______

“Mr. Singh this is miss Jewel she’s asking for directions to…”

“Luke Armstrong.” You finished his sentence.

You see Kie and put your finger on your lip to tell her to shut up. She nodded then you saw Rafe. Wait Rafe?!?! “The fuck is he doing here.” You mouthed. She just shrugged. Mr. Singh noticed this and looked at you then Kie then back at you.

“Do you two know each other?”

You shook your head. “I’ve never met these people in my life.”

He just nodded and told the guard to take you to a bathroom to freshen up.

_____

You freshened up and hid behind the wall where Kie was.

“One of you have a diary I want.”

“Fuck!” You said a little bit too loud.

“Are you done Miss Jewel?”

“Oh yes! Yes ! Thank you so much!” You said with a smile that looked like you slept with a hanger in your mouth.

“It’s not a problem Miss Jewel.” He said with a pleasant smile.

“Thank you so much for hospitality. You have a wonderful home.” You said smiling and went out the house.

“Mr. Armstrong is on the other side of this wall by the way.”

You just nodded and left.

They didn’t suspect shit.

You walked to see a message that said ‘go straight til you hear your name.’ You rolled your eyes.

JJ thought of it.

_______

“Y/N!” You heard your name and started running towards the noise.

Everyone saw you with a smile on their face. Well expect Pope for some reason. “How did you get out N/N?!” Sarah asked you with a smile. “Oh you know just sucked his dick and he let me go.”

Everyone looked shocked.

“God! I’m just kidding he just let me go.” You said laughing. They all let out a sigh of relief.

You told them that Singh is looking for a diary. While you were explaining what happened you see Pope walk from the group.

“Hold on guys I’m gonna check on Popesicle.” They nodded and you went.

“Hey baby what’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?! Did you seriously just ask me that Y/N!” Oh he never yelled before. “Ok the yelling isn’t necessary and yeah I did Pope. What’s wrong?”

“Jewel is looking for Luke? Really Y/N”

“Good thinking huh?” You smiled. Completely clueless on what the actual issue is. “You could have gotten killed! And that joke was not funny!” Pope was still yelling.

“Again the yelling, not necessary and I didn’t see?” You say spinning around. He rolled his eyes. “Are you fucking kidding me? You never take shit seriously! You think everything is a fucking joke Y/N!” Ok that was hurtful. “Pope nothing happened! And I can take shit seriously.”

“I can’t believe you would do something so stupid!”

_____

“Oh shit he’s madddd.” JJ said to the group. They all nodded. “I’ve never heard him so angry.” Sarah said. “That’s because she always does stupid shit like this. One time she threw a net at some guys who were shooting at us and got shot in the arm.” John B said with a smile.

“Oh yeahh. Yeah Pope went bezerk and shit.” JJ said also smiling.

“Is this really the time? Just listen to them yell.” Cleo said.

_____

“Pope it’s not that big of a fucking deal! Im fine just move on!” Now you’re yelling.

“You always do stupid shit like this! You never think before you act.”

“Oh I’m sorry that I’m not you Pope. I couldn’t give two fucks what the consequences are!” You say rolling your eyes.

“And that’s the problem! I can’t keep second guessing everything you do! Or worry when your not by my side Y/N! I’m done!”

You’re shocked.

“So you’re done? You’re breaking up with me right now?! I saved your asses! I risked my life and this is how you act!” He didn’t say anything.

“You know what? Fuck you Pope! If you wanna be done over me being a good friend and a good person then we’re done!” You walk away and he followed.

____

“Well that doesn’t sound good.” JJ said. “Just act like you didn’t hear anything.” They pretended to have a conversation. You say next to Sarah and Pope sat next to JJ. Awkward silence filled the room.

“I know this a bad time to mention this but while y’all were you know. I was texting on the dude who kidnapped us phone and I think that Singh caught on and he’s going to be here in ten minutes.”

What the fuck.

An: YALL this story>>>>>> My first Pope one was absolutely ass but THIS ONE OH MY but i hoped you enjoy this and again whoever requested this im sorry again you get kisses 💋 but until I post again my lovers 🤍

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Finally finished, I fucking hate it but here

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Chapter 4: The Bowing Alley

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Midnight Beach

Part 15

Request: Yes or No

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Despite the beauty of the island around them and the friendly locals, (Y/N) couldn't shake the dreading feeling of being watched as they continued their search for Vaux Hall and their missing friend. His eyes caught the way some locals watched them and went on their phones, never taking their eyes off them until they disappeared out of view. A pit formed in his belly, combined with the subtle throbbing in the back of his head. Soon, they came across a dirt road and a large expanse of fields on all sides. Fields for farming, he assumed, but would a powerful person live near farming lands?

Cleo suddenly sighed heavily and her eyes rolled out the bickering between JJ and Pope that (Y/N) learned to drown out. She stopped in the middle of the road, nodding up ahead to an older man riding a tractor down the road. "Why don't we ask someone?" Her sharp tone ceased the bickering and she shook her head lightly at the boys before taking a step forward toward the tractor and prompting the man to slow down. "Pardon I, you know where we can find Vaux Hall?"

The man blinked at her, lips curling up in a half-amused half-confused smile. "You kidding me, right? Everything you can see all around you is Vaux Hall. All of this. Everywhere." He waved his arm around to motion to the large fields. (Y/N) hummed quietly and brought a hand up to rub his sore neck, the pit in his stomach growing in size. A powerful person who owned acres upon acres of land. A half-assed plan wouldn't help them get Kiara back from them, that much he knew.

"And who lives up there?" Pope questioned as he pointed out a tall concrete wall in the distance.

"Carlos Singh. Just on the other side of that wall. But take it from me, he's no one you want to get to know." The man answered with a grimace, dipping his head toward them before resuming his drive down the road. A beat of silence fell over the group and JJ inhaled deeply, barely batting an eye as he began marching through the grassy field in the direction of the wall. John B and Pope exchanged a glance and began following him.

"I have a bad feeling about this," Sarah murmured, her knuckles gently brushing against (Y/N). He felt her fingers twitch and her hand brushed against his again, silently asking to hold it. (Y/N)'s gaze jumped to John B and he lifted his arm to squeeze Sarah's shoulder reassuringly before he stepped onto the field with Cleo and followed after the trio. Sarah lingered on the dirt road, the gentle breeze tousling her hair. It slipped between her fingers almost mockingly. She swallowed the lump forming in her throat and jogged across the grass to catch up.

Upon reaching the concrete wall, John B squatted and pressed his back against it, intertwining his hands and boosting JJ up onto the flat surface of the wall. JJ wiggled around, swinging one leg over the wall before he offered his hand down to Sarah. With John B's boost and JJ's help, Sarah climbed onto the wall and JJ hopped down on the other side. While Cleo took Sarah's outstretched hand, Pope mimicked John B's position and motioned for (Y/N), grunting softly as he helped boost the teen up. (Y/N) reached down and caught Pope's hand, pulling him up onto the wall before he slid off and landed on the ground with a quiet huff. JJ waved his arm for him to get down and (Y/N) quickly did, laying down on his stomach beside Cleo and finally spotting why there'd been panic in JJ's face.

Across the way sat a large historic mansion surrounded by ATVS, trucks, watch towers, and armed men with dogs on all sides. (Y/N)'s heart dropped to his stomach at the mere sight of some of the guns held in the arms of the men. The fear on Portis's face and the look the stranger on the tractor gave them made sense. Carlos Singh had enough manpower and power to control the whole island if he didn't already.

"From here we've got..." JJ trailed off and craned his neck, squinting through the harsh sun rays. "Two towers, patrollers, ATVs, and possibly snipers."

"We can take them if we stay towards the tree line," Cleo told them and stood up, leaving the others sputtering as she kept low and raced across toward a long strip of tall grass surrounding the estate. They caught up with the quick-thinking girl and JJ caught her arm, motioning for them to duck and get down. Cleo huffed quietly, brows furrowing when JJ peered over the tall grass and began making random motions with his fingers

"What- What is that supposed to mean?" (Y/N) hissed quietly.

"They're right there!"

"Then just say that, JJ!"

"There's an opening down that way," Cleo motioned further down alongside the tall grass. "As soon as the guards turn around, we just sneak in through the back. Come on."

"What is this? A Call of Duty mission?" (Y/N) hadn't known what he was expecting when he took a leap off the Coastal Venture, but it certainly hadn't been sneaking around a large guarded estate in hopes of finding a kidnapped Kiara. He tried calming his racing heart as they crept along the tall grass until he heard a sudden shutter and beeping. The six teenagers went rigid, whirling around and searching for the cause of the beeping. JJ pushed around a few blades of the grass and Pope's breath hitched.

"It's a game cam."

"Shit!" JJ ripped the camera from the short pole it'd been attached to, tossing it on the ground and lifting his foot to smash it. Pope snatched it up from the ground and fiddled around with it, opening the back and taking out the batteries. They stilled for a moment, holding their breaths.

"Do you think we got it before it transmitted?" Sarah asked quietly, her hair whipping wildly around her face. Her wide eyes slowly shifted from each of her friend's faces before landing on her ex.

"No," (Y/N) breathed out, the sound of howling and barking making his skin crawl. "We didn't."

"We gotta go!" John B spun around and broke into a sprint back toward the wall. (Y/N) instinctively took Sarah's wrist into his hand and took off after the others, racing across the large field as the trucks and ATVS rumbled to life. The snarling and barking got closer, forcing (Y/N) to run faster. Once close to the wall, (Y/N) pushed Sarah forward and toward John B before he leaped up and caught JJ's outstretched hand, breathless thanks leaving him as the blonde pulled him up. The dogs reached them, snarling and snapping their saliva-covered jaws at them. (Y/N) panted and hopped down onto the other side of the wall, legs nearly buckling under him. He caught himself and leaned against the wall, resting his hands on his knees and taking deep gulps of air with the others.

So much for a safe trip back to Kildare.

With Cleo having brief experience living in Barbados, she led them through the island, making enough distance from Vaux Hall to be safe but just close enough for them to head back in a day for Kiara. Cleo took them to a rocky shore and up a short hill before pointing out an old abandoned building overlooking the deserted beach. Its missing doors and windows along with the foliage overtaking part of the building made it seem straight out of a horror movie. Cleo gave them a reassuring smile and took them inside where they had to duck and rush up some stairs to hide from a few men on ATVs roaming around.

"We can stay here." She told them, stepping into a room with scattered clothes and furniture. (Y/N)'s attention immediately dropped down to the massive hole in the floor and he carefully walked around it, swallowing at the long drop. "It's an old hotel. Terrance and I squatted here before."

"Five stars," JJ muttered humorlessly and walked further into the room, creeping toward one of the windows and peering out in search of more men. When he spotted them disappearing down the road, he breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at them. "We gotta get Kiara out, guys. Does anyone have anything? Any ideas or plans?"

"Well, we can't storm the fort. We can't call the cops. We can't even negotiate 'cause we don't know what they want. It's got to be about the cross or the gold." Pope rattled off, voice laced with exhaustion and anxiety. Dark blue began seeping into the sky above them, signaling the day would soon come to an end and they'd be forced to sleep without knowing anything about Kiara's wellbeing. (Y/N) He dug his teeth into his bottom lip and stared at the crashing waves. The same sound that had once lulled them all to sleep now felt like a warning, a reminder of where they could end up if they didn't proceed carefully.

"Are you okay?" A gentle hand touched the back of his shoulder, fingers curling and digging lightly into him. He turned his head to look down at the blonde, her warm brown eyes gazing up at him in concern. The corners of her lips moved up, forcing a comforting smile for him. Her hand moved from his shoulder to his head, palm delicately pressing against the tender spot in the back of his head. His nose wrinkled and he leaned away from her, escaping the pressure on his still sore head.

"None of this is okay, Sarah. We jumped off a boat, survived on an island, got into a plane crash... We should be home. We- we should be going to school and going exams and going to parties. I should be finishing my senior year and looking at colleges right now."

"I know, (Y/N). I know. But despite everything, you were doing a good thing. You helped us, you tried to help Pope and me and-"

"That's not gonna matter if we get killed, Sarah." (Y/N) turned his head to look at her. "None of this will matter if we don't get out of here alive."

"We've survived so much, (Y/N). We'll figure it out, we always do. You, Cleo, and Pope will come up with some brilliant plan that'll help us get Kie and then, we'll go back home. Back to..." Sarah trailed off, her gaze falling onto the dust and dirt-covered floor. There was no home for Sarah, not with the Cameron's departure from the Outer Banks and their estate likely going on sale. (Y/N) frowned and slipped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her gently into his side. Sarah's arms wrapped loosely around his waist and she leaned her head against his chest. Things felt normal for a moment. So safe and tender it reminded him of simpler times. Times when the things he dreaded most had been spending holidays alone or dealing with Topper. Times when he knew he'd be having a good meal and a comfortable bed to sleep in.

"Hey, Sarah, come on." And he certainly missed the time before John Booker Routledge entered his life. (Y/N) inhaled sharply through his nose and dropped his arm from Sarah's shoulder as the brunette took her hand. John B sent him a glare and (Y/N) rolled his eyes, moving away from the couple to help Pope collect some dust-covered cushions and pillows. He took one for himself and lied down on the cool stone floor, setting the cushion behind him and resting his head back on it. He gazed up at the vines growing along the ceiling and listened to the crashing waves until sleep washed over him.

✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽

The sound of waves returned, accompanied by birds singing and bugs chirping. A heaviness weighed on his shoulder that hadn't been there when he'd fallen asleep and strands of hair tickled his chin. Quiet, familiar snoring reached him next, helping coax him out of his slumber. His blurry vision went in and out of focus until he blinked a few times and noticed the vines again. He shifted slightly and carefully pushed himself up onto his elbows, his movements making the head on his shoulder slip and fall onto the cushion with a grunt and flinch.

"Sorry," He yawned and sat up completely, gazing down at the blonde rubbing her cheek with an amused smile. Her lips had formed a tired pout and she begrudgingly sat up, moving her hand from her cheek to her eyes and rubbing away any remaining sleep. She looked around at the rest of the sleeping Pogues until she looked toward JJ and froze. (Y/N) followed her line of sight and he spotted the phone he causally held in his hands.

"What is that?" She asked, her voice beginning to rouse the others. Cleo and Pope stirred in their spots, eyes slowly opening and blinking at them in confusion. John B grunted softly and ran a hand over his face, rolling over onto his back and sluggishly sitting up.

"This is a little souvenir that I plucked from Portis's pocket."

"You have a phone?" Sarah gaped at him.

"I forgot I had it. It was in my back pocket. My bad."

"Oh, my god, dude." Pope groaned and pushed himself up. "Can we go anywhere without you stealing somethin'? Let me see it."

"You know the answer. I steal shit, that's my job." JJ flashed them a grin and hopped up onto his feet, stepping around their bodies and handing the phone off to Pope. (Y/N) snorted quietly and stood up, dusting off the back of his pants and shirt before offering Sarah his hand and pulling her up onto her feet. "No passcode either. Portis keeps it loose."

"There's gotta be somethin' on this phone that'll help us negotiate with this guy. Only problem is I don't see Carlos Singh in the contacts list. Just a bunch of nicknames and shit." Pope sighed heavily and (Y/N) blinked, a single name coming to mind at Pope's words. He quickly moved and peered over his shoulder, reaching out to scroll down further until he spotted it and tapped on the contact.

"When we were at his house, he said we shouldn't mess with the Kingfish." (Y/N) reminded them and leaned back. JJ threw his arms up in the arm before grabbing (Y/N) by the jaw and planting a sloppy kiss on his cheek. (Y/N) laughed and pushed the blonde back, using the back of his hand to wipe at his cheek.

JJ clapped his hands and tugged his sleeves further up his arms before speaking. "Onto phase two. Text him, Pope. We gotta negotiate, right? Pretend to be Portis, and ask him to meet somewhere private. That- That's really important, it's gotta be solo. And then, bam! We jump his ass, tie him up, and then politely request Kiara in return for his life. That's the plan right there."

"Not a bad idea." John B shrugged.

(Y/N) stared blankly at them and took in a deep breath. "Okay, for starters, someone with that much wealth and manpower isn't going anywhere alone or doing anything without ensuring his own safety. Have none of you seen action movies or thrillers? Bad guys aren't stupid half the time. He may organize something where if his people think he's in danger, they'll hurt Kie in return. Besides, we don't even know if he cares enough about Portis to meet with 'him' alone. Being impulsive will only get us into more trouble."

John B rolled his eyes. "How much worse can it actually get?"

"I can think of a few ways." Sarah piped up, wiping her dusty hands off on her pants.

"Okay, great. Well, while you're thinking why don't we just let it rip?" John B shot back at her with some snark that made her scoff and turn away from him. Against his better judgment, Pope allowed JJ to take the phone from his hands and (Y/N) groaned softly. JJ lifted his phone up and motioned for John B and Sarah to get closer. He took a picture of the two and began typing rapidly, only stopping to take a sharp breath and hit send. His leg began bouncing and he held the phone close to his face, staring at the screen until he shot up.

"He's texting! He's texting! 'Send me your location. I'll meet you'." JJ read off the screen and looked up with a wide grin, showing the text off to John B and Pope. "He wants our location. That's exactly what we wanted."

"We can't give Singh our location. Just give him some random place." Cleo cut in and Pope nodded, scratching his chin as he thought. (Y/N) crossed his arms and leaned against one of the pillars, the stupidity of the plan only making a headache set in. Pope, John B, and JJ continued bouncing ridiculous ideas off each other until JJ clamped his mouth shut and swallowed thickly.

"Uh, little announcement... 'Nevermind. I just tracked your location and I'm sending my men. They'll be there in ten minutes to pick you up.'"

"And this is exactly why we think things through." (Y/N) muttered under his breath and pushed himself off the pillar as John B, Pope, and Cleo shot up from their seats and spoke over each other while surrounding JJ and the phone. (Y/N) tried ignoring the anxiety swirling around in his stomach and began nipping at his bottom lip, attention focused out on the dirt road leading up to the abandoned hotel. Sarah picked at the skin around her nails while pacing back and forth, her chest rising and falling in quick bursts.

"Everybody relax for a second!" John B shouted, voice carrying through the room and silencing everyone. He took a deep breath and motioned for everyone to do the same before speaking again. "It's done, okay? We just gotta figure something out, alright? I-I don't know what we're going to do, b-but we have to think of something before they get here."

Taking another deep breath and stepping forward with an old hat in hand, JJ lifted his head and looked between each of them. "I know you don't want to hear it but we've got home-field advantage. We can turn this around. We're gonna booby-trap this shit." He announced, a wide and determined grin spreading across his face. "We're not running from this dude. This is our best chance at getting Kiara back. It's gonna work. We got ten minutes, ya'll. Let's do this shit."

Never in a million years did (Y/N) expect to be following a half-decent plan created by JJ Maybank, and yet, there he was, using a long carpet to cover the hole in the floor. JJ's plan consisted of luring Singh's men, or at least one of them, up the levels of the hotel and into the room where they'd fall and be surrounded by the Pogues. Once everything had been set up and John B and Sarah were loosely tied up, everyone got into the position and waited for JJ's signal which came only a couple minutes later. (Y/N) hid on the level just below the room and held his breath in hopes of calming his racing heart. He listened to JJ's voice calling for one of the men to follow him, successfully leading him up to the room. (Y/N)'s attention turned toward the doorway leading to the lower level and he watched the man fall through the ceiling and land on the ground in a cloud of dust and a pained grunt. When he attempted to get up, Cleo and Pope raced in and knocked him back on the ground, a single gunshot ringing out.

"Freeze!" A new voice shouted and the two froze, staring at someone (Y/N) quite couldn't see. As quietly as possible, (Y/N) picked up a long wooden plank resting at his feet and slipped through the other doorway leading into the hallway just as JJ stumbled into the room and froze upon having the gun turned on him. The second man stood in the doorway, rigid and guarded with his finger on the trigger. (Y/N) lifted the plank over his shoulder and swung it, smashing it to pieces over the man's head and causing him to stagger forward. John B hopped down from the hole in the ceiling and landed on top of the man, bringing him down to the ground beside his buddy. Tossing aside the piece of wood in his hand, (Y/N) replaced it with the second man's pistol as JJ snatched the first man's gun up from the floor.

"Easy, easy! It's time for ya'll to freeze." JJ said, shoving his free hand into his pocket and handing a long piece of thin rope over to Pope. John B held the two men in place, keeping a tight grip on them and watching Pope tie their arms together before Cleo gagged them with dirty pieces of cloth. When they were in place, JJ snapped a picture of them and smirked. "This is going to your boss so smile."

"Went better than expected." (Y/N) muttered, letting his arm fall to his side. The gun felt heavy and foreign in his hand. A few Kooks knew their way around guns, either because they illegally bought them or were taken out of the island for hunting season by their fathers. Rafe and Barry had left a bitter taste in his mouth and just looking at the gun made him queasy.

"Time for stage three: hostage swap. We're gonna give your boss a little ring-a-ling, so hang tight." JJ explained, holding the phone up to his face as it rang a couple times. Singh's voice, deep and with a heavy accent, answered the call, and JJ froze, mouth open but words refusing to leave him. John B snatched the phone from his hand and cleared his throat, nervously glancing between them.

"Listen, my name is John Booker Routledge. We have your men tied up, and they're in for a... really..." He glanced at Cleo as she made a fist and slammed it into the palm of her hand. "Really, really harsh time if-if you don't give us Kiara right now. Like, right now. A-And I mean that."

"Kill them," Singh replied, amusement and cruelty dripping from his voice. The two men stiffened considerably at his words and (Y/N)'s mouth felt abnormally dry all of a sudden. The Pogue's heads snapped toward the phone with widened eyes and John B's adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.

"What?"

"Kill them. Go ahead and kill them, John Booker Routledge. It doesn't matter to me, you know. Just know that if you do, the hotel is surrounded, you know. All of you inside will die." The amusement lacing his cold words vanished at his last words, pure venom enveloping them and spitting at them like a cobra. (Y/N)'s legs moved on their own, taking him to one of the windows where he saw the trucks pulling in and armed men rushing toward the building. Fuck.

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sluggmuffin · 2 months

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hot take jj and cleo actually have a little bit of chemistry and lowk if they were written to get together I wouldn't bat an eye cuz they're the same people in different circumstances

also hot take I don't think jj and kie are that cute??? like yay!! but also like ???? lowk out of nowhere like they didn't have chemistry until BOOM "oh em geeeeee we need go get Kiara back from singh 😈😈👹👹👹🔥🔥"

#super hot takes #but like #jj and cleo would be so cute if they were better developed #outerbanks #jj maybank #cleo outer banks #kiara carrera

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spaceagebachelormann · 26 days

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character list

keeper of the lost cities

sophie foster, dex dizznee, fitz vacker, keefe sencen, biana vacker, marella redek, maruca chebota, tam song, linh song, wylie endal, jensi babblos, stina heks, elwin hesledge

chronicles of narnia

peter pevensie, edmund pevensie, susan pevensie, lucy pevensie, caspian

riordanverse

percy jackson, annabeth chase, grover underwood, jason grace, piper mclean, leo valdez, hazel levesque, frank zhang, nico di angelo, will solace, reyna arellano, rachel dare, travis stoll, connor stoll, thalia grace, magnus chase, alex fierro, carter kane, sadie kane

harry potter

harry potter, ron weasley, hermione granger, neville longbottom, luna lovegood, ginny weasley, fred weasley, george weasley, sirius black, james potter, remus lupin, mary macdonald, marlene mckinnon, lily evans, dorcas meadows, regulus black, barty crouch jr, narcissa black, andromeda black, bellatrix lestrange

ride the cyclone

ocean o’connell rosenberg, noel gruber, mischa bachinski, ricky potts, jane doe/penny lamb, constance blackwood

shadow and bone

alina starkov, malyen oretsev, genya safin, zoya nazyalensky, david kostyk, tamaar & tolya, nikolai lantsov

six of crows

kaz brekker, inej ghafa, jesper fahey, nina zenik, wylan van eck, matthias helvar

the outsiders

ponyboy curtis, johnny cade, sodapop curtis, darry curtis, steve randall, twobit matthews, dallas winston, cherry valance

the hunger games

katniss everdeen, peeta mellark, finnick odair, johanna mason, cinna, effie trinket

it (2017)

bill denbrough, eddie kaspbrak, richie tozier, stan uris, beverly marsh, ben hanscom, mike hanlon

the school for good and evil

agatha, sophie, tedros, hort, hester, anadil, dot, nicola, rhian mistral, rafal mistral, clarissa dovey, leonora lesso

the land of stories

connor bailey, alex bailey, red riding hood, jack, goldilocks

scooby doo

shaggy rogers, fred jones, daphne blake, velma dinkley, thorn, dusk, luna

little women

jo march, amy march, beth march, meg march, laurie

dracula

dracula, lucy westenra, arthur holmwood, john seward, mina harker, abraham van helsing, renfield, quincey morris, jonathan harker

frankenstein

victor frankenstein, elizabeth lavenza, henry clerval, adam frankenstein, justine mortiz, ernest frankenstein, the bride

dr jekyll and mr hyde

henry jekyll, edward hyde, richard enfield, gabriel utterson, hastie lanyon, lucy harris

phantom of the opera

christine daaé, erik destler, raoul de chagney, meg giry, carlotta giudicelli

a good girls guide to murder

pippa fitz-amobi, ravi singh, naomi ward, cara ward, connor reynolds, jamie reynolds, nat da silva

the mighty ducks

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monster high

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david bowie

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sweeney todd

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hairspray

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attack on titan

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daisy jones and the six

daisy jones, billy dunne, graham dunne, karen sirko, warren rhodes, pete loving/roundtree, eddie loving/roundtree, camila dunne, simone jackson

miscellaneous characters

sarah williams, bernard the elf, rodrick heffley, varian, lisa frankenstein, the creature (lisa frankenstein)

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sourwolf-sterek32 · 1 year

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Young Love

Summary: After getting sent away by your father nearly two years ago, you return to your hometown, Outer Banks.

You reunite with your friends and twin brother, John B, and help them find the lost gold and the Cross of Santo Domingo. But, during it all, you find yourself falling in love with your brothers blue-eyed best friend without realising it.

Pairings: JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: Language,

Last Chapter

Chapter 22-

With John B in police custody for the second time in his life, you and JJ were at a loss for what to do next.

The two of you ended up meeting with Kie, Pope and Cleo down the street and caught each other up to speed with everything that had happened in the last 24 to 48 hours.

To say they were shocked about the whole houseboat, gunshot story was an understatement.

But you were more shocked by the fact that Pope and Cleo managed to find an old piece of paper in the Haywards family storage that had the codes and symbols used to be able to translate the gnomon that your father apparently already had... well, Singh now had it.

You and JJ hung out with them for the afternoon. The group of you trying to brainstorm ideas on how to get John B out of the station and how to get you all to South America, but between the five of you, nobody could think of anything.

However, you all received a text message from Sarah that said to meet at your shack, so you all piled into the Twinkie and drove home.

It was dark when you arrived at the shack, Sarah meeting you out the front.

The fairy lights in the trees lit up the outside area nicely, and you briefly wondered how they were even working because you were almost certain that the electricity was still cut off to the shack. That was a question for later though.

You didn't say a word to Sarah, but you were pretty sure she had noticed your angry glares because like hell you were going to play nice after she just cheated on your brother. She didn't try to talk to you either, instead she made small chat with the others for a couple of minutes before she told you all to wait outside while she rushed into the shack.

You all stood there in confusion, looking around at each other to see if anyone knew what this mandatory meeting was about.

"Hey, thanks for waiting." Sarah suddenly said, jogging down the porch steps towards you all. "Look who decided to come home."

You followed her line of sight just as your brother stepped out the house and your jaw dropped in utter surprise. What the fuck was he doing here? Shoupe had just cuffed him less than 12 hours ago.

"I have something I want to share with you guys. I can get us down to the Orinoco." Sarah suddenly said, snapping your attention away from John B.

"Are you serious?" Pope questioned.

She nodded, "yeah."

"Okay. And how's that gonna happen?" Cleo asked sceptically.

"My dad's gonna let us use the plane."

"As in your psychotic father, Ward?" You asked bluntly.

"Yep." She replied, giving you a smile which you didn't return. "We lay low tonight, then wheels up first thing in the morning."

"Okay, that's a lot to process. Your dad actually helping us." Pope responded, not quite believing it.

"I talked to him. He'll do it."

"So we trusting Ward now?" Cleo asked.

"No." You instantly answered.

"Trust Sarah." Kie insisted, but you shook your head.

"I trust her about as far as I can throw her. And with my bunged-up shoulder, that ain't very far."

"Y/N, come on." Kie whispered quietly.

"No. She doesn't just get a free pass because her rich family has a fucking plane we can use. She cheated on my brother. Have you guys already forgotten about that? Because I sure as hell haven't."

"Yeah, I, uh, I'm with my girl on that." JJ spoke up for the first time.

"Look, not that it's any of your business, but I made a mistake and-" Sarah began to say before you cut her off.

"You made a mistake? Putting your shoes on the wrong foot, spilling food on the floor, buying the wrong beer, they are all mistakes. Hooking up with another guy and cheating on your boyfriend is not a mistake."

Everyone fell silent at your words. The literal sound of crickets chirping in the background was the only noise for a few seconds as you glared at Sarah who lowered her head, looking away from you.

"Since we've gotten back from the island, I've done some things that I regret." She began to say, lifting her head to look at John B. "A lot."

"Yeah..." John B cleared his throat. "...I feel... I feel like we've all done a thing or two that we regret."

John B glanced over at JJ as he spoke, clearly referring to their little fight on the side of the road earlier. JJ let out a soft exhale as he chuckled, nodding in agreement.

"And I don't,,," Sarah stuttered, continuing to speak as she looked around at all of you. "Poguelandia, guys. It's all I’ve been able to think about. We were all together on that island, and it was a good thing, and I don't want to ruin a good thing. And I... I just wanna know, are we still all in? Are we still all together? Because I am."

"Yeah." Kie nodded, wrapping Sarah up in a tight hug before Cleo and Pope followed suit, all of them with their arms around each others shoulders as they looked at you, JJ and John B.

"Are you guys in?" Cleo asked.

"How long are you gonna pretend you're not coming over here?" Pope responded, knowing John B too well, and you did too.

He would forgive Sarah Cameron. You knew that the instant he walked out the shack after her a few minutes ago. He had already made up his mind. He loved her, he wanted to give her a second chance and you could respect that. Doesn't mean that you liked it, but you could respect it.

"John B? Y/N?" JJ asked quietly, not wanting to join the others if you two weren't going to.

You glanced over at your brother, waiting for his call before he began to smile and he wrapped his arms around you and JJ before he dragged you both over to the others, joining the giant group hug.

You all ended up crashing in the shack for the night. Neither you nor Sarah said anything to each other, she knew there was still tension because nobody hurts your brother like she did and gets forgiven straight away.

Even though your brother had forgiven her, you weren't so nice. She had to earn that trust back, and she knew that too.

You watched as Sarah and John B disappeared into the bedroom that you shared with your brother, and you must have been glaring because JJ suddenly leant forward and grabbed your knee.

"Hey, he's a big boy. If he wants to give her a second chance, he can." He said quietly.

You sighed, leaning back against the couch, your bad arm resting in your lap as you glanced over at him. "I know. I just don't want him to get hurt again."

"Says the girl with the bruised neck and gunshot wound." He shot back causing you to roll your eyes.

"You're real funny." You deadpanned but couldn't stop the soft chuckle from escaping your lips.

"In all seriousness though, the second we rescue Big John in South America, I'm punching him so hard that his teeth will fall out and... and..." JJ trailed off, something catching his attention across the room.

You followed his line of sight in confusion to find something shining brightly through the back window. What the hell was that?

"That's a fire. We gotta tell 'em! Tell 'em! Hey, fire! Yo!" JJ shouted, rushing across the room to where Pope and Cleo were while you kicked open your bedroom door to find Sarah and your brother topless on the bed.

"Jesus. Get a shirt on. There's a fire."

"What? Wait, sis, what are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the fire!" You shouted, pointing out the bedroom window, only just realising that the flames were all along that side of the house. Shit, it must be spreading fast.

The two of them frantically pulled on their shirts before you all rushed out the bedroom and you froze, taking in the flames that were visible through every single window around the house.

Holy shit. The fire was surrounding the house.

"Everyone get away from the windows."

"Oh my God."

"What do we do?"

"It's everywhere."

"How'd it happen?"

Everyone was all shouting over the top of each other as you looked around for any exits, but there weren't any. The shack was completely surrounded. The shack that was made entirely out of wood... this place was going to light up like a Christmas tree.

You were moving before you really knew what you were doing. JJ and the others all shouted at you, but you ignored them as you rushed back into your bedroom, coughing and spluttering at the thick smoke that was already taking over the small room. You pulled open the top draw of your nightstand, tossing a bunch of crap out the way before you found the photo of your mother and quickly folded it, tucking it into your pocket.

"Y/N, get out of there!" JJ shouted desperately.

You went to turn around but stopped when your eyes landed on the handgun hidden under a bit of paper. Without hesitation, you grabbed the gun, putting it in your waistband before you ran out the room.

"Jesus Christ, are you okay? What were you thinking?" JJ questioned, grabbing your good shoulder as he looked you up and down for any injuries or burns.

"I-I had to get this." You said between fits of coughing, pulling out the photograph and holding it up for JJ and the others to see.

John B took a step forward, the fire around the house momentarily forgotten as he stared at the grainy picture in shock. It was a photo of your mother sitting on a boat with two small babies in her arms. The photograph taken only a couple weeks after you and John B were born.

"I never knew you had this... I thought dad burned all her photos." Your brother whispered.

"I kinda stole this when he wasn't looking."

"I hate to breakup whatever it is you guys are doing, but we gotta go! Pope made a clearing." Cleo suddenly shouted.

You tucked the photograph back into your pocket and turned around to find Pope standing by the back door with a fire extinguisher in his hand, the doorway now clear of flames.

"Shit. Move, move." JJ instructed, as you all rushed out the doorway while the foam from the extinguisher kept the flames away for the time being.

It wasn't long after you were all safely out the house that the doorway was overcome by flames. The entire shack now up and burning with flames licking the gutters on the roof.

"Has anyone called the firefighters?" Sarah asked in panic.

"Too late to save anything." John B sighed, but Kie already had her phone to her ear, rattling off the address to the emergency response people.

John B was right, it was too late to save anything because even after the firefighters showed up and put out the fire, there was nothing except ash and broken, burnt timber frames left.

None of you got much sleep that night. Hell, you were awake all night and only saw Sarah and Cleo close their eyes for a couple of hours while you sat on the grass by the smouldering leftovers of the shack.

Once it was daylight, the others all left to go break the news to their parents about flying to South America. JJ left to grab a few things from his father’s old house, leaving you, John B and Sarah alone.

The drive to the airstrip in the Twinkie was awkward to say the least, but you kept your mouth shut, knowing you would say something that you'd regret if you spoke.

John B had forgiven her for her 'mistake' and you needed to respect that. But all hell will break loose if she hurts him again, that you could promise.

The plane arrived on time, the pilot remaining in the cockpit while the three of you waited outside for the others who were now all five minutes late and counting. To your relief though, JJ came running out through the woods, a backpack slung over his shoulder.

"Dude, where is everybody?" He asked between gasping deep breaths like he had just sprinted all the way here.

"I don't know." John B answered, looking down at his watch.

As if on cue, Pope and Cleo showed up on the back of Pope's dirt bike, but there was still no sign of Kiara. Her parents hadn't been too happy that she was still hanging around with you guys after everything that had happened, so you were willing to bet it was their fault that she was either late or not coming.

In the end, you and JJ decided to take the Twinkie to go and find her. Pogues stuck together. You weren't going to leave without Kiara, so you were going to go get her.

Her parents confessed to sending her to a Wilderness Camp which put a spanner in the works, but JJ managed to get the address of the camp from his cousin who had spent a few months there, so it wouldn't be hard to find.

"Call John B, tell him we're gonna need a little more time." JJ said, glancing over at you as you grabbed your phone from your pocket before he focused back on the road as he drove.

"Yo, Y/N?" John B’s voice said through the phone.

"Hey, little change of plans. Kiara’s parents sent her to the Wilderness Camp." You explained, and your brother sighed.

"Oh, no."

"Yeah, so we're gonna need a few more hours to go and get her."

"A few hours? I don't have a few hours. We've got the jet here. We're all waiting." John B argued.

"Can't you just wait a little longer?" You asked before JJ held his hand out for the phone and you passed it over.

"Bro, it's JJ. Just hold out as long as you can. If you gotta go, we'll meet you there- I know. We're working on it, dude. Luckily, I'm a problem solver. Just stay in the Matrix, okay? I repeat-"

JJ didn't get to finish his sentence before one of the tyres on the van suddenly burst with a loud bang causing you to flinch.

"What the hell? Did you run over something?" You asked as he pulled over on the side of the road and you both climbed out to inspect the damage.

"I didn't see anything on the road. Damnit!" He shouted, kicking the flat tyre before he walked around the back and opened it up to retrieve the changing gear before a very fancy and probably expensive looking car suddenly sped down the road, pulling up right behind you.

"Do you know these people?" You whispered, eyeing the strange car cautiously.

JJ didn't answer, but the panic look on his face was enough of an answer. He knew them, and he wasn't happy to see them.

Suddenly, Barracuda Mike stepped out the vehicle and your stomach dropped.

Oh, this wasn't good.

The second guy stepped out the other side of the vehicle, a rifle instantly raised in your direction. You took a quick step back, your hand itching towards the Smith & Wesson still tucked in your waistband, but you were willing to bet the guy could probably shoot you quicker than you could.

"Really?" JJ questioned, putting on fake confidence by pretending to be annoyed at them rather than scared as he pointed at the flat tyre that the guy must have shot with the rifle. "After everything you just put me through, and you shoot out my... my friends tyre! That's not even my van!"

"You lost the load, JJ. Now instead of me getting paid, I owe them." Barracuda Mike began to say, nodding to the other guy as he spoke. "Which I guess means you owe me, right? Get in the car."

JJ stared at Mike for a few seconds, and you could practically hear the gears turning in his head while he tried to come up with a way out of this, but he couldn't.

"He's not going with you. Drop the gun." You ordered, taking your chances and drawing your handgun, aiming it at the man with the rifle who to your surprise, didn't pull the trigger the second he saw the gun.

Instead, he just glared at you, "really, sweetheart? Do you know how to use that?"

"Keep talking and you'll find out." You warned.

"Are you threatening me?"

"Whoa, okay, let's all just take it easy now." JJ quickly said, resting his hand on your shoulder. "Look, I know you've heard the stories. About us and our friends, a little something called the Royal Merchant. A pile of gold. Is that ringing any bells?"

"I heard some bullshit." Mike responded.

"Well, that bullshit's real. And yeah, we found it."

"Yeah, I saw. That's why you got a bunch of dudes throwing your furniture in a dumpster out the back of your house?"

JJ paused for a moment, clearly unsure how to respond to that, so you lowered the handgun and began to spill out even more bullshit.

"You're talking about the house that's being foreclosed? The cover? Or how about my old man’s shack that was 'burnt down last night because of an electrical fault?' They’re the houses to throw off the scent."

"She's right. Rule number one, don't do flashy shit, like pay off a mortgage when you're cashing in." JJ continued to say, catching on to where you were going with that sentence before Mike shook his head.

"Stop. Let me guess. You, uh... you got that gold. It's buried somewhere in a barn, right? And if I just let you go right now, you'll run right there, and get it, we'll split it, right?"

You glanced over at JJ, unsure how he wanted to play this because honestly? That was exactly what you were planning on saying next, but clearly Mike wasn't that stupid.

"Not exactly." JJ answered, looking over at you briefly before focusing back on Mike. "Actually, it's a little sweeter than that. Look, let's just forget about the Merchant gold. That's just the tip of the iceberg. We're going after the main course right now, alright? We're going after the mother lode. And that's the truth of why we need to get down to South America. Okay?"

Neither Barracuda Mike or the man with the gun said anything and you sighed, tucking your handgun back in your waistband since the man with the rifle no longer had it aimed at you.

"Look, Mike, can I call you Mike?" You asked, and he nodded, but remained silent. "Mike, come on, man. We're trying to help you here. We're giving you the opportunity to make ten times more. What do you say?"

"C'mon, Mike. Look, so, in this hand, you can get the pleasure of beating my ass right here, right now. I honestly get that temptation. I really do. Alright?" JJ continued to say, taking a step forward and holding up his other hand. "But in this hand, in this hand, Mike, you got a pile of gold sitting and waiting for you, and all you need to have is a little bit of patience, okay? And a flight to South America."

The two men shared a brief look before Mike simply nodded, holding his hand out towards JJ.

"You got yourself a deal, kid. But, if you try to screw me with this, I will find you."

Once JJ changed the tyre on the Twinkie, after refusing to let you help with your injured shoulder, the two of you were on the road to Kitty Hawk Wilderness Camp.

It was easy enough to get through the front gate, JJ lying his ass off about being Camp Counsellor Laura’s cousin and needing to deliver packages. Between the security guards at the camp and Barracuda Mike, JJ was a professional liar.

You waited in the car on surveillance duty while JJ went to the front reception and eventually, you discovered the building that Kiara was locked away in.

The two of you then left Kitty Hawk, parking the Twinkie away from the property and waited for nightfall before you snuck back in, but Kie wasn't in the same room anymore. She was gone. However, there was fresh black graffiti written on the side of one of the bunkbeds.

'P4L Cabin 6'

Cabin 6 was an all-girls cabin. So once JJ picked the lock, you went inside alone.

You silently tiptoed past the rows of bunkbeds, scanning the heads on the pillows for Kiara, but it didn't take long before you were spotted by one of the other girls who flicked all the lights on, announcing your presence to the whole room.

Kie was quick to realise what was going on, because she grabbed her bag and jumped down from the top bunk. She rushed over, hugging you tightly and thanking you for the save before the two of you left with JJ who had been keeping lookout by the door.

The three of you silently snuck out the campsite, until you reached the main road out the back and after a few minutes of waiting, Barracuda Mike showed up and he drove you to the airstrip.

"Direct flight to South America on Barracuda Airlines. What more could you ask for?" JJ shouted above the loud roar of the plane’s engines as the three of you walked up to the cargo plane.

It was definitely no fancy Cameron private jet, and if you were honest, you were a little worried, but you trusted JJ.

"Are you guys sure?" Kie asked, a little worriedly.

You didn't blame her hesitation. The last time you guys got aboard a dodgy looking plane, it crashed and the two of you were kidnapped, so you understood her slight worry. You were kind of worried too.

"You got somewhere else to be?" JJ asked.

She shook her head, "not anymore."

"Me neither." JJ replied, glancing over at you with a grin. "Next stop, El Dorado."

"Let’s go." You said, holding your hand out which JJ took, lacing your fingers together before the three of you followed Barracuda Mike onto the plane.

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