#john b x twin!sister reader

[izzymaybank]

brothers best friend

jj maybank x routledge!reader

word count: (?)

summary: after finding a motel key in a sunken wreck, john b, jj, (y/n), pope, and kiara find a stack of cash and a gun tied to a unlikely person.

pairings: jj maybank x girlfriend!reader john b x twin sister!reader pope and kiara x bestfriend!reader

warnings: a gun, stealing, breaking and entering

a/n: reader uses she/her pronouns. the lowercase’s are intentional.

key: (y/e/c) = your eye colour

 brothers best friend masterlist

the pogues walk through what looks to be a help center. they pass by different tents with tables covered with medical supplies. people scatter everywhere, chattering on about their issues and what they need help with. john b heads to the front desk and attempts to speak to the receptionist arguing with a costumer.

“excuse me,” john b says.

“hey, man, we- we found a boat,” jj cuts in.

“your gonna wanna hear this.”

“hey! calm down,” the man snaps, raising a hand in warning. he turns away from the two boys, continuing to speak with the woman from before. jj and john b walk back to the door, standing next to the others.

“well, that went well,” pope sighs, defeated.

“so... what’s the plan?” jj asks, his elbow leaning on john b’s shoulder. kiara leans against a pillar off to the side, linking arms with (y/n), who stands beside her.

“i think i know how we’re gonna find the guy who owns that boat.” john b pulls out the motel key from his pocket, raising it in the air to show his friends.

“no, no, we don’t know whose room that is,” pope protests. “it could be anyone.”

“i’m in,” jj says, throwing the key over to (y/n). she catches it and turns around, starting to walk back over to the boat. jj quickly follows after her, grabbing her hand and interlocking their fingers.

“come on,” kiara smiles. “i’ll be look out.”

john b smacks pope on the shoulder. “finder’s fee. just sayin’. and hey, at least you’ll only be an accomplice.”

“oh, man.”

“come on, bubba.”

adjusting his hat, pope follows after the rest of them.

~~~~

with a loud whistle from jj, the pogue’s arrive at what seems to be the motel. “i thought the château looked bad.”

“this place is a shitshow,” john b comments.

“motel or meth lab?” kiara asks aloud.

“you be the judge,” pope replies.

“jesus,” (y/n) mutters, rising to her feet. “doesn’t look like a place someone with a grady-white would stay.”

“no, it looks like the type of place someone with a grady-white would get killed,” pope says.

“this is your captain speaking.” jj creates a walkie-talkie with his hand. “hms pogue comin’ in for landing.”

jj jumps off, tying the rope to a pillar to make sure the boat doesn’t float away. (y/n) hops off, standing on the ground next to her boyfriend. after confirmation from jj that the boat wasn’t going anywhere, john b got off as well.

pope taps (y/n) on the shoulder and points to the blonde off to the side. “hey, don’t let him do anything stupid.”

(y/n) laughs, “no promises.”

“Be careful,” Kiara says to John B, handing him the key to the room. “I mean it.”

John B chuckles nervously, “yeah.”

(y/n) grabs JJ’s hand and pulls him along, following her twin brother. Her eyes flicked around the moldy mattresses and mumbled a small, “gross.”

JJ smiled cheekily at her and winked, getting an eye-roll in response. JJ ran forwards towards John B. JJ grabbed his shoulders, intimidating Kiara as they walked down the hallway.

“Just be so careful, John,” he said, touching John B’s jaw.

The boy pushed JJ away, “God, your so weird.”

“What was that about?” JJ scoffed, turning to look at the shorter twin. 

“I don’t know, maybe she wants us to be careful,” John B stutters defensively.

“Or maybe she loves you,” (y/n) teases, sliding an arm around JJ’s torso and wiggling her fingers in John B’s face. He smacks the girls hand away, shaking his head.

“Ever since she heard your being threatened with exile, she’s just been, like.” JJ starts caressing John B’s shoulders again, “oh! Be so careful, John B.”

“Get off.” John B shoves JJ away, glaring at his sister when she laughs.

“Just give me that John D already. Like when are you gonna swoop on that, man?”

“Seriously,” (y/n) chimes. “She’s totally into you.”

“Bro, you know the rule. No Pogue-on-Pogue macking.”

(y/n) furrows her brows, her and JJ looking at each other before they laugh. “Seriously? That rule was broken ages ago. Stop using excuses.”

The two boys continue to bicker while (y/n) skips ahead, standing in front of door 29. “This is it,” she said.

JJ grabbed her hip with one hand, moving her off to the side as he raised a fist to the door. “Housekeeping,” JJ says in a high-pitched voice, but received no answer.

John B takes the key and unlocks the door. (y/n) peers over JJ’s shoulder as they walk in, shoulders slumping in defeat when she see’s the empty, boring hotel room. Two twin beds sit up against the wall, a dull pink comforter covering the mattress. A black duffel bag sits on one of them and John B tells JJ to check it out. (y/n) walks to the back of the room. She can faintly hear the two boys talking, but ignore’s them. She searches through the room, and ends up finding a safe near the floor.

“John,” she calls, and her brother looks over his shoulder. “There a pass-code or something?”

John B pushes his sister to the side, who stumbles slightly before JJ grabs her shoulders to steady her. His fingers press into her neck, and she wraps an arm around one of his.

“One, one, one, one.” John B tries, but a loud beeping comes from the safe, meaning it didn’t open. “One, one, one, two.” John B tries again, but the safe still stays locked.

“Punching shit at random... that will definitely work,” (y/n) says, standing up when JJ moves away. The brunette girl stands next to JJ, looking down at the nightstand in between the two beds. She picks up a piece of paper lying on the table and walks back to her brother, who’s still trying random codes.

“John, try this,” she said, handing him the note with small numbers on it. He hums in thanks. 

“Six, one, six, six, six.” John B tries, and the safe opens with a soft hiss. John’s eyes blow wide open as he see’s whats inside.

“Woah,” (y/n) says when she see’s her brother pull out a wade of cash. “Holy shit. JJ.”

The blonde looks over.

“You’re gonna wanna see this,” John B says. JJ laughs and grabs the gun that lies inside the safe. 

“Oh my god, JJ!” (y/n) says. “Put the gun back!”

John B walks closer to his best friend, but JJ only continue’s to ramble. “Dude, dude, dude, this is a SIG Sauer.”

“Put the gun back, JJ,” John B says hurriedly. 

“This is a fucking spend gatt, man. Just… Bam! Bam!” JJ pretends to shoot. Hearing small taps on the window, (y/n) ignores her boyfriend and brother as they continue to bicker and walked closer. She raises the blind over her head and the two boys look over.

“What was that?” JJ asked.

“What are you doing?” That was John B.

The girl looks down to see Kiara and Pope mouthing the words ‘cops’ and gesturing towards the door. She then jumps on the bed and checks the window next to the door. She looks between the blinds and fear strikes through her when she see’s two officers. 

“Cops.” They all start into motion when there’s a knock at the door. 

They all run to the window and John mutters, “get it open.” (y/n)’s out the window first, pressing herself against the wall. Next is JJ, and then John B. The three of them stand on the small room attached to the brick wall, and JJ wraps his arm around (y/n)’s waist, completely shielding her from the view of the officers. 

(y/n) turns her head, seeing Pope and Kie sitting on the boat, looking at them like they’re idiots. Which they are. “Can they see us?” She whisper yells. JJ barely shakes his head, silently looking at John B as he holds the girl tighter. 

“What the fu..” JJ mutters when he see’s the officers take the money and put it into their pocket’s. The gun from his inside JJ’s pocket suddenly falls out, creating a large crash as it falls onto the roof, then to the ground. (y/n) clenches her jaw, staring at her boyfriend in mild anger.

“You couldn’t have left the gun?” She whispers but he only shushes her. He flicks her eyes from hers then to John B’s. She presses her head further into JJ’s shoulder as she watches the officer look out the window, terror in her eyes. (y/n)’s shoulders sag in relief when she hears the officers leave the room. JJ’s grip looses, and she looks up to meet his gaze. “You’re an idiot.”

~~

“Well that was fun,” JJ says fifteen minutes later. The (y/e/c) girl lays flat on her back, her head on JJ’s lap. One hand fiddled with her shirt and the other played with the boys hand. “Could have warned us a little sooner.”

“We would have,” Kiara starts. “Except Pope was on the math team.”

“You were on the math team?” (y/n) asked, lifting her head to glance at Pope, who rolled his eyes.  

“The cops took everything like it was a crime scene,” Pope says. “Did you guys find anything?”

“Did we find anything?” JJ asks himself. He then pulled out a gun from one pocket and a wad of cash from the other. “No, I don’t think so. Oh, yeah we did.”

“What the hell?” Pope asks, standing up to walk over.

“Dude, what?” Kiara asks. (y/n) rolls her eyes in annoyance, staring at JJ blankly.

“Why would you take that from a crime scene?!” Pope hisses. JJ tries to explain himself to Pope but the boy only keeps rambling.

“Are you serious?” Kiara asks, turning to look at John B, who raises his hands in defense.

“I’m gonna loose my Merit Scholarship.”

“Hey, hey, hey. Sh, sh, sh, sh, sh.” JJ places the gun against Pope’s lips. “At least you have us, right?”

Pope pushes the blonde away. “I’m living the nightmare.”

~~

The Pogue’s watch as a dead man lays down on a cot. A woman stands over his body, crying. “Who’s that?” John B asks.

“It’s Scooter Grubbs. He was out during the storm,” a girl says. She passes her phone around, “check out this pic I got. Dead body.”

(y/n) shudders when she looks. “What kind of boat did he have?” JJ asks.

“Somehow, that dirtbag copped a brand-new Grady-White. Everyone’s out looking for it,” the girl states. The Pogue’s all look at each other nervously. 

~~

“Okay,” Pope pants, swinging open the door. “So, um... we didn’t see anything. We don’t know anything. We need to have total and complete amnesia.” John B flips a bottle in his hand. (y/n) sits curled up in a chair, one of JJ’s hands on her thigh, the other playing with a lighter as he sits in the recliner next to her.

“Actually, Pope’s right for once,” JJ says. “See, I agree with you sometimes.” He stands up, looking at his friends. “Deny, deny, deny.”

“Guys, we can’t keep that money.”

JJ sighs, “okay. Not all of us can afford unlimited data plans, Kiara.”

“I agree with Kie,” (y/n) says, lifting her head off her hand. “We have to pass that on to Lana Grubbs. Otherwise, it’s bad karma.”

JJ looks at his girlfriend in mock betrayal.

“Bad karma to be implicated in a felony, too,” Pope chimes. “We gotta go dark.”

“If that means we get to keep the money, then I agree.”

“I don’t agree,” John B echo’s, patting JJ on the shoulder. 

“What? Why?”

“Just think about it,” John B says. “This is Scooter Grubbs we’re talking about. Same dude who’s buying individual cigarette's at the Porthole. Shit, one time I saw this dude pegging for change in the Save-A-Lot parking lot because he needed gas. We’re talking about a dirtbag marina rat who’s never had more than 40 bucks in his pocket, and all of a sudden he’s got a Grady-White? Just sayin’.”

~~

“Alright so, think about it, Pope,” John B starts as Pope swings his fishing rod into the water. “How does a marina rat get a Grady-White?” 

Pope inhales sharply. “Prostitution.”

“Square groupers, bro,” John B says. “Okay, flying under the radar, no aerial surveillance. They don’t do that stuff during a hurricane. What does that mean? JJ?” John B points to his best friend.

“They were straight smugglin’.”

“Smugglin’,” John B repeats. “And I guarantee there’s a serious amount of contraband in that wreck.”

“Hell yeah,” (y/n) says.

~~

“For the record.” Pope snatches the stolen stack of cash from JJ’s hand. “If that is a smuggling ship.. with illegal contraband inside of it.. it probably belongs to someone else.”

Pope sat on the bed inside of the small room. JJ sat with his body forward in his chair in front of the window, (y/n) sat on the floor in between his legs. Next in the circle was Kiara, and finally John B.

“Minor details,” Kie chimed.

“They could come looking for it,” Pope finishes. “Taking it would be catastrophically stupid.”

JJ leaned forward and grabbed the money from Pope’s grasp, careful not to crush the girl in front of him. “Right. Well, stupid things have good outcome’s all the time.” JJ fans the bills in his hand and raises it to the rest of the group, showing the ‘good outcome’. “All we need to do is figure out a way to get into the cargo hold of that wreck. Until then, we just lay low. Just act normal.”

“Right,” Pope sighed. “And how exactly do we do that?”

When no one speaks, (y/n) suggests, “Kegger?”

~~

#outer banks #obx #jj maybank #john b. routledge #kiara carrera #pope heyward #outer banks x reader #jj maybank x reader #john b x twin sister!reader #reader insert

[fangirl-writes]

Small Spaces

JJ Maybank x Reader; John B. Routledge x Routledge!Reader

Warning(s): claustrophobia, anxiety attack, swearing

Request: jj maybank dating jb’s twin sister and her joining in on their adventures but she has severe anxiety so just him being super sweet and loving to her?

Notes: This is totally based on another fic I read that I can't find rn but it's my spin on it so I hope you like.

Fuck this, you thought. Seriously, fuck this.

You were squeezing yourself through a small hole in a mausoleum that had "Redfield" written across the top, just to see what was inside.

For John B., of course, because he was your brother, and he needed to find this clue almost as much as he needed to be breathing.

But god damn it, this was all you needed.

Between the near visit from child services, the hurricane, the dead guy's boat, the guy's gun, getting shot at, and surely more to come, you were due for a panic attack.

Your feet hit the ground with a loud smack and you winced at the noise.

"Still alive?" John B. asked.

"Oh my god, shut up,"

"Yep, she's alive."

You rolled your eyes and took the flashlight that Kie was offering you.

You shined the light around the space, bigger than you were expecting, but the fact that your exit was so small and that it would be a struggle getting back to it was making the anxiety stir in your stomach.

"Y/N? You okay?" JJ asked.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," you replied. "What exactly am I looking for?"

"You'll know it when you see it."

"Real helpful, JB," you mumbled, shining the flashlight around and trying to focus on finding whatever it was rather than the darkness and the walls that felt like they were going to close in on you.

You gasp when a flash of white catches your eye.

"Y/N? You okay?" JJ asked

"Oh my god," you whispered.

"Y/N?" JJ asked again. "I'm gonna need some word confirmation that you're okay."

"Yeah, I-I'm fine," you replied. "I think I found it."

"What? Really?" John B. said, peaking into the space you'd crawled into.

You pulled out a long white envelope from a small space in the crypt, the words "FedEx" and "Bird" written on it.

Thanks for including me, Dad, you thought before taking the envelope over to the space and handing it to John B.'s outstretched hand.

"That's not gold," Pope said, a little disappointed.

But John B. was looking at it like it was. "Holy shit."

"JJ, a little help?" you said, reaching a hand through the space.

"Yeah, yeah, I gotchu, babe," he replied, helping you out of the crypt.

"This is from our dad," John B. said, looking around at the group.

"Yeah," you said, trying to catch your breath. "To you."

"Code red. Code red." JJ warned, the smoke from his joint fluttering up into the air. "Square groupers! Square groupers!"

Your stomach drops as the five of you start moving, JJ's hands grabbing your arms rougher than he probably meant to.

"It's the guys who robbed your house," JJ said.

Fuck, you think. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You guys hide on the side of the mausoleum, turning off and tucking the lights under your shirts.

You can feel it start to bubble up, your breathing becoming unsteady.

"Hey, I see something!"

"Do you think it's them?" Kiara asked.

"Homie's got a gun," JJ said as he and John B. peaked around the corner.

"Screw this," Kie said, taking off. The others followed her, including you, who was on the verge of breaking down.

"Right here!" One of the men shouted.

JJ's hand was on your back the whole time, but it did nothing to calm you down.

You each scaled the fence with little trouble except for Pope, who got his pants stuck on the gate.

It was funny until you were in the van and that anxiety attack had caught up with you, the adrenaline fix going away.

Your hands shook. Your chest tightened. Tears began streaming down your cheeks.

You were starting to hyperventilate, and your head was spinning. Even though you knew you were safe in the Twinkie now, you couldn't help the dread that was washing over you, the fear for your life that coiled around you like a snake.

"Hey, hey, hey, Y/N," JJ said, quickly catching on to what was happening. "You're okay, you're okay."

He made you look at him and took a few deep breaths for you to copy, which you did over and over.

"Shit, get this joint out of here," JJ said, handing it off to Pope.

"What am I supposed to do with it?" he asked.

"Throw it out the window or something, get it outta here. It only makes her worse."

You'd tried that anecdote before, and, as he said, it really did only make the panic attack worse. Through trial and error, JJ and John B. found the only things that helped you through a panic attack were calming words, help getting your breathing back to normal, and hugs.

So, JJ did just that. He held you close and whispered in your ear, rocking you back and forth slowly.

John B. checked your state in the rearview, feeling bad that he'd brought you along at all, even if you had insisted. Then he looked at the envelope sitting next to him and knew that, somehow, it would be worth it.

#jj maybank x routledge!reader #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x you #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader #outer banks imagine #outer banks x reader

[rosewine-5]

𝑽𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝑨𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 (𝟏)

Billy the Kid x b!woc reader

Being the pastors daughter meant you had to always be on your best behavior, never stepping off the right path, walking the straight & narrow path, and her eyes towards heaven. That was until a certain outlaw rode into your life, and taught you sometimes it okay to have a taste of hell with a little bit of heaven.

AN: readers last name is Bennett.

Word count: 1.3k

Here’s the link to part 2 & part 3

Divider by saradika

It was the same schedule: Wake up, pray, work, eat, give thank, sleep, repeat. It had been the routine for 20 years. Well, maybe just for you. The family consisted of her mother, father, 2 brothers, Michael and John, and then yourself. Father raised the 3 of you to have unwavering faith and trust in a higher power no one would see while you were still alive. In a way, if offered stability to your family, and yourself.

But it also came with rules, which in your case, sucked, especially being the only girl in the house. You weren’t allowed to go out late, while your brothers could come home as late as early morning. Your father wanted his “little girl” to be, as he said “the gem of the Bennett name” , and for the most part, you didn’t know what else to be, other than a farmer.

The town you resided in had enough fertile soil for people to grow their food, there was even a lake not too far from town with a few trees close by. You used to swim there, before some men decided to ransack the town. That night everyone met in the church since the raiders burnt the town hall to the ground. That very night the leaders of the community, including your father, all agreed to hire mercenaries to keep the town safe.

If this wasn’t desperation, you didn’t know what else it could be.

When everyone got back to the farm, you and your brothers questioned your father. His only excuse was “There are some times in which we can’t wait for God to save us”, and there was no further argument. “This is something we can’t pray our way out of, child! Maybe one day you’ll understand.” He shouted, making you shrink.

The next day you woke up early on the property and walked over the kitchen, where Michael was packing up a bag along with your other John. “What’s the occasion?” You asked. “Pa told us we’re going with him to meet the mercenaries the next town over.” Your brother, Michael said in a rushed tone, sitting down to stuff his belonging in a bag. “You never told me that.” You said, walking towards him. “Well you’re not my mother.” He said, not looking up at you. “But I am your sister, and older than you.” You added.

“By 5 minutes.” He said, smiling up at you. Your mother had given birth to you first on a winter day, and then Michael a few minutes later. You didn’t know if it was the fact you two were born on the same day or being twins, but you were closer to Mike then you were John.

“Are you two bickering again?” Your mother said, walking in. “We were just saying our goodbyes, Dove and I.” Mike said, putting on a smile and slinging his arm around your neck.

You had adopted the nickname Dove after your 10th birthday by your father. To him, the name symbolized what he wanted you to be: pure, innocent, peaceful. For the most part, you were pure, you didn’t have a choice to be anything but, being the pastors daughter and all. A part of you didn’t mind being stamped as “Holy” but that also meant you didn’t have the same freedoms or privileges you would’ve loved to have.

You were snapped oh of your train of thought when your father came from outside and called for your brothers. Three horses were already set up, belonging to them. None for you. “We’ll be back by the end of the week.” He said, kissing your mother goodbye, and then waking to you. “Best behavior, my dove, as always.” He said, kissing your forehead before riding away, your brothers behind him.

The next few days were full of chores, errands, and work. And boredom. Then came the day they were expected back, your mother stood next to you. “Penny for your thoughts, honey?” Your mom asked, making you nod. “He means the best for you.” She said, putting her hand on your shoulder, trying to stick her point. “He just doesn’t want to see you-.” “Act out of line? Have fun? Have a real life?” You interrupted, looking at her. “You know that’s not what I meant, love.” She said, putting some of the vegetables that were grown in a basket.

“Here, take this, throw them out, and get some air.” She said, basically leading you out of the room. “And honey?” Your mom called, making you look back, “We only treat you with different rules to keep you safe.” After throwing the vegetables out, you looked towards the town, and sighed. “Safe my god given ass.” You mumbled to yourself, walking towards the lake for the first time in a while.

There was a cool breeze coming from the lake, one that you took in with a content look on your face. You laid down in the grass and took a deep breath in, before closing your eyes. After a few minutes, all you could hear was the breeze blowing and the rustle of the leaves. It almost drowned out the noise from the town, as well as the noise in your head. It even almost drowned out the sound of the twig that snapped behind you. Almost.

Your head snapped behind you to see a tall slender boy leaning on a tree staring at you, a small smirk on his face. From his face alone, you could tell he wasn’t a local, you couldn’t even recognize him. You looked him over, his rough appearance a clear sign he wasn’t one to walk over. But his eyes were the most enchanting part of him. Those blue eyes drew you in like a siren to a sailor. And as much as you wanted to drown in them, you knew shook out of the trance; who is this man?

“You new around here?” You asked, breaking the silence. He looked you up and down, before meeting your eyes with a wolfish grin, chuckling to himself. “You could say that.” He said, looking deep in your eyes. “I’m Billy.” You nodded your head toward him, “Nice to meet you, Billy.” “So what’s your name, honey?” He asked, the smile never leaving his face. “I’m Bennett.” You said, holding out your hand. Billy then took your hand and then kissed it, “You must be the pastors daughter, you and your brothers have the same eyes.”

Here we go again

He then smirked to himself, “If I may, humor me Ms. Bennett.” You immediately turned back around and looked at the water, “I doubt I could make you shut up anyway, so go on ahead.” You said, making him huff out a short laugh.

“What’s a lady like you doing by herself?” Billy asked, looking over you with a curious look in his eyes. “Like myself, huh? What’s that supposed to mean, cowboy?” You asked, not looking away from the water of the lake. You then heard his footsteps get closer, and then he was right behind you.

“I thought the pastor’s girl would know it would be safer to stay close to the house of the lord, than out here with her back turned, vulnerable.” Billy said, and you could see his shadow cover your frame, making you turn around, holding your shawl closer to your body, covering your shoulders.

In the moment you turned around, his eyes didn’t hesitate to look over your face, and then your body. Billy’s eyes went down to your neck and chest, making no effort to avert his gaze. “What a beautiful ring,” He said, getting your attention,” You engaged?” “No, it’s my purity band.” You said, holding it out so he could get a better view, and hoping he would leave you alone.

Instead, you saw a new look in his eyes.

One that let you know he wouldn’t leave you alone.

Interest.

Let me know what you think, feedback is welcome!

#black reader #x black reader #black!reader #coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x black reader #billy the kid x black reader #tbosas x black reader #billy the kid x reader #billy bonney x reader #billy the kid #billy the kid smut #william h bonney x black reader #william h bonney x reader #william h bonney #tom blyth fanfiction #tom blyth x reader #tom blyth x you #tom blyth #virtuous adoration

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Two Lines, Two Idiots Chapter One: Knock, Knock. You Knocked Me Up

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Twin Brother JJ! x Maybank! Reader, rafe Cameron! x maybank!reader (all over 18)

TW:unplanned pregnancy, angst, violence, drugs, I think thats it

Summary: You should have listened better in health class.

Word Count:1.4k

A/N: New series alert! Love that for me

There are a lot of worst-case scenarios that you're prepared for. It comes with the territory of being a Maybank. You tend to overthink and plan for things to go sideways. But this? This is nowhere close to being on that list. 

Not only are you staring down at two pink lines, but the father is quite possibly the last person on the planet you thought you would do this with. Perhaps he should be the first person you think about, but the only man on your mind is JJ.

He's going to be livid; it's bad enough his twin sister is knocked up. Who you got knocked up by is flat-out traitorous. He doesn't even know you've been seeing somebody, which is hurtful in its own right.

You excused your secret by convincing yourself there's nothing to tell; it's nothing serious. A friends with benefits situation, nothing more. At least it was.

Now, you don't know what it's going to be. You know for certain he's not ready to have a kid, and most definitely not with you.

You toss the test in the trash and wipe your eyes, deciding it's best to keep this to yourself until you know what you want to do. You aren't sure how far along you are, but if you had to guess you'd say about eight weeks.

Usually, you're careful, but one night in the Twinkie you threw caution to the wind, and now you're paying the price. 

You rejoin JJ, Sarah, and Kie by the hot tub, scrunching up your nose at the pungent scent of marijuana. You figure you probably shouldn't be around it anymore, but you can't really come out and say that. Instead, you try to keep your distance and breathe in as much fresh air as possible. 

Pope and John B are off doing something for Heyward and you're glad. JJ knows you well, but being your brother clouds his sight sometimes. John B on the other hand is your best friend and would know something is up immediately. 

You politely refuse when your brother tries to hand you the joint and he frowns. 

"Since when do you refuse getting high?"

You momentarily panic before smoothing out your features and recovering. 

"Just don't feel well."

It's a lame excuse and JJ rolls his eyes. 

"Well, weed will help. Here."

He pushes it toward you again and you lurch back, nearly tumbling off the edge of the tub in the process. 

"What are you pregnant or something? Just take a hit so he'll leave you alone."

Kie laughs as she says it, but falls silent when she notices the way your eyes widen slightly. So much for keeping it a secret.

Sarah seems to notice as well, shock covering her features as her eyes dart to your stomach. 

"Wait.."

Your mouth gapes as you try to come up with a lie, but your mind goes blank and you know there's no way out of this. 

Based on JJ's lack of reaction, you know he wasn't listening and you silently plead with the girls not to push it. They're too far gone, their minds hazy and reeling at the newfound information. 

"Y/N, are you pregnant?"

This seems to catch your brother's attention, and his head whips to look at you. 

His eyebrows furrow as he mistakes your panicked expression for one of confusion and he turns to face the girls. 

"Come on, Sarah. Give her some credit. My sister is stupid but she isn't dumb. Right, sis?"

He's looking at you again, and you can't help the tears that burn your waterline. 

"I-um.."

You watch as realization washes over him, his high dissipating as the secret is revealed.

"Oh my god. By who?!"

He's one octave below yelling, and you shush him harshly. 

"He doesn't know yet, okay? Just don't tell anyone, especially John B."

They all share a look at your request, the wheels turning as they all come to the same conclusion. John B is the father. 

JJ wants to press for more information, but the tears slipping down your cheeks stop him in his tracks. He pulls you into him, whispering sweet reassurances in your ear as he thinks about how he's going to beat the shit out of his best friend. 

In a sick joke from the universe, you hear the Twinkie pull up and aggressively dry your face. John B is laughing as he approaches, but his expression falls when he sees your swollen eyes. 

"What's going on?" 

His voice is laced with genuine concern, and it makes your stomach turn. You feel terrible keeping this from him, you're just not ready to face it yet. 

He ignores the way Sarah and Kie avoid eye contact, and does his best not to ask what the fuck JJ's problem is as he stares daggers at the side of his face. His attention is solely on you, a gentle hand coming up to cup your cheek. 

"What's wrong, sunshine?" 

You almost wince at the sweet nickname he reserves just for you, and despite your efforts to cover it up, he notices anyway. Hurt flashes in his eyes and he drops his hand, unsure what the sudden change in attitude is.

You've never once shied away from him, and he wracks his brain trying to figure out what he did wrong. He doesn't get the chance, watching as you stand abruptly and head inside. 

You stop suddenly and turn to face him.

"Can I borrow the Twinkie?"

He hands you the keys without hesitation, deciding it's best not to push his luck with questions. They all watch as you stalk off toward the van, and as soon as you're out of sight, JJ's hand is ripping him backward. 

He barely registers the violent movement before a fist is colliding with his cheek. He stumbles back and stares at JJ in shock.

"What the fuck was that for?!"

JJ is about to swing again when Kie pulls him back.

"J, don't."

John B is rubbing his face, still recovering from the blow, as his wild eyes dart between his three friends. 

"What the fuck is going on?!"

This only seems to anger JJ more and he lunges forward, barely restrained by Sarah and Kie. 

"My sister? Really, John B?"

His voice cracks from the sheer volume of his scream and John B takes a step back. 

"What about her?"

He's genuinely never been more lost than he is at this moment. Between your tears and JJ's rage, he's clueless.

"You got her fucking pregnant!"

John B's face contorts as he processes the statement and Sarah shoves JJ back. 

"JJ! That's not your place to tell him!"

John B runs a hand through his hair, only half the information sinking in. 

"Sunshine is pregnant?" 

JJ growls and takes a step forward, Pope now assisting in holding him back.

"Don't fucking call her that."

It takes a minute for him to catch up, but when he does, John B scowls. 

"Wait, did you say I got her pregnant?"

JJ laughs humorlessly, unamused by his friend's act of innocence. 

"Yeah, dickhead."

John B takes a step forward with his hands out, and JJ falters at the honesty in his friend's eyes. 

"JJ, man listen to me. I swear on my life, I have never even looked at her that way, let alone slept with her. She's like a sister. So unless she's the virgin Mary, it's not mine."

Everyone looks at each other as JJ goes lax, and they loosen their hold. 

"Then who's the father? If two plus two is four, and four plus four is eight, then what the fuck is this? The math isn't mathing."

Meanwhile, you're sweating bullets as your heart pounds in your chest. You weren't planning on doing this so soon, but with JJ knowing, it won't be long until he figures it out. 

You take a deep breath, doing your best not to puke as you turn into the long driveway. You pray no one else is home; the last thing you need is more people's opinions right now. 

Your legs tremble beneath you as they carry you to the front door and you take a deep breath as you knock twice. Your knees are seconds from giving out when the door swings open to reveal those blue eyes and that cocky smirk. 

"Back for more?"

His face drops when he sees the state you're in, and he ushers you inside. 

"What's wrong? Did someone hurt you? I'll kill them." 

You cut off his rambling with a featherlight grip on his forearm and he turns to face you. 

"No one hurt me, Rafe. Can we talk?"

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Make Me Forget

Rafe Cameron x Maybank!Reader x Topper Thorton

WARNINGS: THIS SERIES IS 18+. INVOLVES EXPLICIT/NSFW CONTENT. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF MINOR. 

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Y/N Maybank usually hated Kooks and would never be caught on Figure Eight.

As JJ’s twin sister, you had been endlessly lectured about who to never talk to, let alone hang out with. It had been drilled into your brain since birth practically. 

You and your brother were always close, due to your mother’s abandonment and father’s abuse. 

It was you against the world. 

When JJ became friends with John B, your duo became a trio. Then Pope and Kiara were added, and the group solidified. A group of 5, you were all best friends. 

Pogues 4 Life!

Then, Sarah Cameron came into the mix…

Sarah Cameron wouldn’t have been a problem as an addition to the Pogues if she had joined as Kiara’s friend. 

But Sarah came as John B’s girlfriend, and to Y/N who loved John B as long as you’ve known him, Y/N couldn’t be around them anymore.

Sarah Cameron was different than any other girl John B had dated - mainly because he didn’t date many girls, just hook up and dump. Usually they were Tourons, but he was never in love with anyone. 

Not like how it was with Sarah. Never how it was with Sarah.

With a tight grip on your cup, you watched from across the kegger as Sarah and John B danced together, laughing loudly. You tried your hardest not to glare, as you took another large gulp of whatever drink you had, walking away, hoping there would be something - anything - to take your mind off of them.

And then you saw one of the guys your brother hated with a burning passion, and realized that maybe the kooks would be able to solve your pogue problem. You knew they all did drugs, it wasn’t a secret by any means. Maybe drugs would take your mind off of your heart. 

JJ might hate you after what you was looking for, but you were desperate. 

“Hey, do you know where Rafe is?”

Glancing up from his phone, Topper Thorton looked down at Y/N Maybank.

 The blonde Pogue Princess - who would have gotten a scholarship to “Kook Academy” if her father had finished the paperwork, who was undoubtedly the best surfer on the island, who would make the best drinks at the Island Club, and who was completely innocent - despite being the crush of every single male on Kildare but her father and brother.

“He’s around here somewhere, why?” Topper asked skeptically, as you bit your lip, shifting on your heels before looking across the crowd to see your personal point of anguish. Topper followed your eyesight…

Sarah Cameron was all over John B, throwing her arms around him and him watching her like she was the only girl in the world.

“I wanted…I need something to make me forget” Y/N said, in a soft, almost fragile voice, clueing Topper into your vulnerability. Sighing, he looked back at the girl.

“Coming from personal experience from dating Sarah Cameron, she’ll be over him soon” Topper said, shrugging his shoulders, as he tried to make the girl feel better.

“Yea, well I just want at least a night to not be in pain” Y/N said, shaking your head.

“Hey Top! And Y/N Maybank, as I live and breathe! I’m surprised to see you here talking to my boy?” Rafe asked, throwing an arm around Top, as he looked to the girl.

“I was looking for you, actually” Y/N said, as your face changed from sullen to a smirk. “How much will it cost to have some fun tonight?” You asked, staring at the Cameron boy from beneath your lashes. You knew you were pretty, and you knew exactly how to act to get what you wanted.

Rafe raised his eyebrows, smirking widely, as he looked to Top, before back at the girl.

“Follow me” He said, letting go of Topper to wrap his arm now around your shoulders. Topper followed the pair, watching as almost everyone around them stared at the unlikely trio. To be honest, Topper was surprised that a pogue hadn’t come over to take Y/N away - as this was the case any other time you had talked to a Kook like himself. The Pogues were generally protective of Y/N. JJ was a firecracker and if it wasn’t him already getting into fights, the Pogues would keep you safe to prevent one. 

Rafe leaned into his car, looking for his stash, before he looked to Topper who was already looking at Y/N, something glinting in his eye, before Rafe smirked and leaned back out of the car.

“I left most stuff at home. I only have some weed on me, but if you want, I’d be more than happy to bring you to my house. I’ve got some stuff that will definitely cause some fun” Rafe said, with a smirk. 

Topper looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, before recognizing the intention on Rafe’s face.

Y/N, however, didn’t see the ulterior motive.

“Sure. Thank you so much” You said, looking between the two of them. Rafe opened up the passenger side door for you, as Topper climbed in back.

The ride was fast, as Rafe sped down the streets back to Tanneyhill, the landscape rushing past as Rafe was eager to get home with Y/N.

He couldn’t believe his luck. He wasn’t going to question really why Y/N was coming for drugs, but he just was eager to take full advantage of this miracle - at least for him - situation. 

“So, can I ask why you want to have some fun with us tonight?” Rafe asked, curiously.

“It’s a bit embarrassing” Y/N admitted, looking down at her hands. 

“Sarah and John B were all over each other” Topper explained. 

“Oh yea, nobody wants to see that. ” Rafe said, careful with his words to not be insulting to her personally. He would’ve said something like “dirty pogue”, but then you’d get offended and his plan would go down the drain.

Rafe Cameron would’ve never imagined Y/N Maybank coming to him for drugs. Everyone knew or heard rumors about what a terrible father Luke Maybank was to his children because of them. The drugs had cost Y/N a lot of things in life, but he wasn’t going to question anything when he could finally make a move on the one girl he could never manage to shoot his shot with. 

“Let’s not think about it anymore. We’ll keep you distracted all night, right Rafe?” Topper said, smirking to his best friend, as Topper leaned forward, close to Y/N. You smiled, genuinely at the two of them.

“Thank you both” You said, and Topper and Rafe shared a look.

Tanneyhill was empty tonight, and after entering the huge house, Y/N couldn’t help but stare at the luxury surrounding you. The paintings on the wall probably cost more than the shack you lived in with your father and brother. 

JJ was going to be pissed when he finds out I’m here, alone, with the Kook princes, Y/N thought, but quickly pushed that thought to the back of your mind, as you followed Rafe and Topper through the house. Your nerves kept you from speaking to them for now. 

Rafe led them upstairs to his bedroom, going to rummage through his drawers to find his stash as Topper sat on the bed, motioning for Y/N to sit down next to him. 

“You know, I gotta admit, I’ve always wanted to hang out with you more, pretty girl” Rafe said, sitting on the other side of Y/N, as he handed both you and Topper the pills. “You seem so protected. I’m so glad you’re here with us, getting to know you better”

Y/N tried to subtly squeeze your thighs together, the praise going straight to your core. Neither boy missed the movement, only grinned a bit more wickedly to each other.

“Cheers to a fun night” Topper said, nodding to the pair before swallowing the pill.

It didn’t take long to feel the effects, your body beginning to heat up and your head feeling hazy. You leaned into Topper’s side, allowing yourself to just feel weightless. 

“You feeling good, sweetheart?” Topper asked, wrapping his arm around you and holding onto your hip. They watched as Y/N blushed, smiling shyly and nodding.

“I want your words, pretty girl” Rafe said, cooing at you, staring while he rested his hand on your knee. 

“Yes, feels good” You said, a slight slurring already occurring. Moving on the bed, you moved your hips around, causing Topper to hold your hips a bit tighter and pulling you closer to him. Rafe moved closer as well, and you could smell the expensive cologne emanating off of both of them. 

“You’re so pretty, you know that?” Topper said, and you looked up into his eyes, seeing his pupils expanding and darkening.

“Really? Then why…” You said, confused.

“Because my sister is a slut, and boys like John B are weak. They don’t see a real treasure like you right in front of them. But we do, don’t we Top?” Rafe said, his lips by your ear, blowing hot breath on your neck. Shivering, you leaned your head back, unknowingly giving Rafe more access to your neck. He chuckled into your neck, moving his hand up from your knee slowly.

“You’re so beautiful and good, we just stayed away because we thought you hated us” Topper lied - you were beautiful and good, but they were forcibly stayed away from the Pogues.

“Oh no, I don’t hate you - either of you!” You said, a bit desperately as your eyes widened with worry.

“Really? I mean, your friends say pretty terrible things about us” Rafe said, causing you to feel guilt in your heart, especially as he turned your head with a finger on your jaw to stare directly at him. Topper couldn’t help the smirk on his face, as he watched your body accept them easily. 

“I’m sorry. I don’t feel that way. You two have always been nice to me” You said, staring directly at him before wrapping your arms around Rafe’s shoulders. Topper detached his arms around you, as Rafe maneuvered you to sit on his lap, your legs straddling him. Rafe had to stifle a groan, his arms wrapping around you - placing one on your back and the other on your ass, pressing you tightly into his chest.

“We believe you. You’re such a good girl, baby girl” Rafe said, his breath once again on heating your neck, igniting more of a fire in your core. You couldn’t help your thighs clenching around his waist, and Rafe took this opportunity to lower his hand, grabbing your ass and moving you to rock against him. Your legs had been spread wide, causing the hem of your skirt to rise, all the way to your hips in the front. 

You let out a gasp, leaning your chest away to look him in the eyes.

“I’m so sorry, baby girl. This is just, I’ve dreamed of you being in my arms for so long” Rafe admitted.

“Both of us, pretty girl” Topper said, as he moved closer. The heat of his gaze adding accelerant to the fire in your core, especially when Rafe would squeeze your ass, causing you to rock more on him. You could feel the zipper of his pants along your clit, with your skirt pushed up to your hips, your only barrier was now a thin lace thong. 

“Both?” You asked, eyes wide and doe-like in surprise.

Both the Kook princes were interested in you? You couldn’t say that you never thought about them, but did they want all three of you, together now? 

“Is that ok, baby girl? We wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but you’re so gorgeous baby girl” He said, lust permeating his voice as he squeezed you again, grinding you down on his large bulge, and his hand moved more south on your ass, the denim skirt rising so his hand was on your bare cheek. Rafe moved his other hand down, as the skirt was up all the way, exposing your ass, as well the view of the front of your lace thong. 

Topper couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The Pogue princess, with her skirt pushed all the way up so him and Rafe could see her underwear - no, a cute little lace thong showing off her perfect little ass. 

Not being able to stop himself with the drugs fueling his actions, Topper began palming himself through his pants, himself hard at seeing your body. Rafe let out a groan when he squeezed her ass again, rutting against her and feeling her hips grind on his. 

As the zipper rubbed directly on your clit, you couldn’t stifle your moans. The drugs were having you feel more of your body, and right now, you were going to chase the high you were getting. Hearing the heavy panting from Topper, you looked over to see him palming himself.

You reached over with your hand, touching his arm before moving it slowly down to his hand, making eye contact with Topper.

“You want to help me out, pretty girl?” Topper said, with a grin, lifting his hand to take yours, holding it as he placed your hand underneath the waist band of his shorts and boxers as he slid them both off his legs. His cock jumped out of his shorts, slapping against his stomach, and you could feel how hard it was, moving your hand up and down his thick shaft.

Rafe couldn’t wait much longer with this over the clothes grinding - the fact Topper’s dick was getting actual touch action before his own putting him over the edge. 

“Stand up baby girl. Let’s get you out of those clothes, huh? You must be feeling pretty warm” He said, as you got up, allowing Rafe to stand as well. Topper and Rafe went about getting your clothes off - slowly, letting their fingertips drag along your skin as they stared at your naked body on display for them. 

Feral. They looked absolutely feral. 

You blushed under their gaze, and when Rafe saw your red cheeks, he grinned almost wickedly - a predator about to devour their prey. 

“Oh baby girl, you’re so beautiful. So perfect. You’re like a damn masterpiece” Rafe said, as you locked eyes, before looking to Topper. He was in shock, eyes still roaming your body.

“Fucking dream girl right here, right Topper?” Rafe said, snapping Topper out of it.

“Yea, perfect, Y/N perfect” Topper said, before looking to Rafe.

“Topper, you want to eat that pussy of hers? Taste how sweet she is? I’ve been dying to get her mouth on my cock. Then you can have her mouth and I’ll have her tight little pussy creaming on my cock, ain’t that right, baby girl?” Rafe stated, and with a nudge, you kneeled on the bed, the boys on either end of you. You stared at Rafe’s cock - it was the biggest you’d ever seen, although Topper’s wasn’t much smaller. It was thick and long, already red with a weeping head. 

You licked your lips in anticipation, before licking the underside of Rafe’s cock, going along the vein underneath. You felt his body shudder, but you were soon distracted by the tongue licking a long stripe on your own folds. 

You moaned, which gave Rafe an opportunity to guide his dick easily into your mouth, moving a hand to your hair as he thrusted into your mouth. Hollowing your cheeks, you suck, trying not to smirk as you hear Rafe’s moans. Topper however, feels your distraction, and levels up his antics - adding a finger inside of you as he sucks your clit harshly. 

“You’re such a good girl, baby girl. So good for us. Topper’s having the time of his life, eating you sweet pussy  like a goddamn meal” Rafe said, causing you to clench.

“Oh she really liked that, don’t you pretty girl” Topper said, winking at Rafe to continue. Rafe grinned, as he watched your pleased face when Topper added another finger inside of you, curling them to hit the spongey patch inside of you. 

“You’re so perfect for us. Your mouth feels like heaven. Your lips were made for sucking cock, my baby girl. But I can’t wait to feel that pussy around me. You’re so perfect, baby girl” He said, as he watched drool form at your mouth, becoming sloppier as your pleasure was increasing. 

The vibrations of your moans caused Rafe to stutter in his thrusts, as you were climbing rapidly over the edge yourself. He removed himself, and now that you were only focused on Topper’s mouth and fingers, you came quickly - and squirted. 

“Holy shit, you squirted on Topper’s face” Rafe said, excitedly, eyes wide as he looked at Topper, who was licking up with a wide grin on his face. You looked mortified, as you turned around once Topper had leaned back.

“Oh no, don’t feel embarrassed, pretty girl. That was incredible - best experience. I’ve never had anyone squirt before” Topper said, a proud grin on his face.

“Trust me, baby girl. You just made his life” Rafe said. “Now I want to make you squirt on my cock” Rafe added, putting a condom on before laying down and pulling you to straddle him. His cock stretched you out, despite how wet you were.

“You’re so tight, baby girl. Clenching me like a vice” Rafe gritted out, groaning at how good you felt around him. Topper walked over after he finished cleaning off his face, and you slid your lips around his cock, noting the differences between the men’s dicks.

Both were exceptional and mouthwatering. You could die happily if you only had tonight left. 

“You weren’t kidding about her mouth, damn” Topper groaned, as you swirled your tongue around while hollowing out your cheeks. Rafe smirked, but soon his concentration was about thrusting into you. 

After having just squirted, your body was heating up quicker. The tense coil had been primed, and your next orgasm was coming quickly, which Rafe could feel.

Your moaning had the same effect on Topper as it had Rafe, but Topper wasn’t going to pull out of your mouth. It wasn’t long before Topper thrusted his load down your throat, with a loud groan and panting. 

“Such a good girl, getting all of it. Don’t leave anything to waste” Topper said, cupping your face when you retracted. Your doe eyes looked up at him, and Topper couldn’t resist kissing you, before going to get himself clean. You heard the shower turn on, but were soon refocused back to Rafe, when he flipped you both so now you were on your back on the bed, Rafe thrusting into you, your sense overwhelmed with him all around you.

“Baby girl, you’re so perfect for me. This pussy, I’m not going to be able to just give up. So god damn tight and warm” Rafe said. “You’re so good for me - for us. Making us feel so good, my good girl. So pretty and nice, baby girl” He said, thrusting in deep and hard, touching your cervix with his cock.

“Rafe” You moaned, and he smirked, increasing the speed and beginning to rub your clit with his fingers. His lips went to your nipples, sucking on them as well as tugging on them with his teeth.

“That’s my name, baby girl. Who’s making you feel this good, huh? Baby girl, you’re such a good girl” He said, looking up at your face, glistening with sweat and pleasure. 

“You, Rafe, mhm” You moaned louder, before you came again, just as forcefully, squirting again on his cock. Thrusting a few more times, before he let out a loud groan, releasing himself. Rafe lay down by your side, pulling you into him, as you both calmed your breathing. 

“Fuck. That was the best sex I’ve ever had. You’ve got me addicted now, baby girl” He said, kissing your hot neck. You flushed, looking over at him, and touching his face softly, pushing some strands of his hair off his face.

“Fuck drugs, that pussy is my new vice” Topper said, smirking as he came out of the bathroom in a towel, and Rafe laughed, while you blushed.

“He’s right. Fuck the drugs. I just want to stay in your pussy” Rafe said, and you couldn’t help but giggle.  

Please comment if you think I should do a part 2!!!! Have some ideas of ‘what happens next’, but let me know if you want more :) 

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Favoritism

Request: hii! would you be able to write a john b x twinsister!reader story where they both have different perspectives of their dad (like, john b and his dad idolized each other while the dad always left the reader "behind"), maybe moments when their dad disappeared and when he was back? i don't have a lot of ideas but maybe fighting between the reader and john b, or reader and big john and john b taking their dad's side. just something that ends in some kind of comfort lol thank you sm, i love your blog💗

John B Routledge x sister!reader

Summary: Y/N feels like the odd one out.

Warnings: none really

a/n: sorry it took a while for me to get to this! hope y'all enjoy!

(gif not mine)

When Big John went missing, Y/N was effected, of course. But she never took it as hard as her twin brother had. John B was dead set on his father coming back alive some day. Y/N on the other hand wasn't too shocked that they possibly lost their father to his ridiculous gold hunt. It's all he ever really cared about, spending all of his time in it.

Big John always included John B in everything, often leaving Y/N out. The two would spend hours in Big John's office, the man usually brushing Y/N aside whenever she asked to join. It was obvious from a young age that the man favored his son.

Y/N picked up most of the slack when Big John went missing -- making sure the house stayed clean, that John B didn't go off the rails, etc.

"Don't you care that dad's gone? I mean, do you even give a shit?!" John B questions, following his sister into the chateau.

"Why should I? It's not like he would care if I ever went missing." Y/N remarks.

"So you just don't fucking care? What the hell, Y/N?" John B asks.

"John B, why would I be deeply hurt by a man who barely gives me five minutes? Yeah, I was initially concerned, but it's been months! He is gone!"

"No, he isn't!"

"Nobody survives that long, you idiot! Just accept it! Dad is dead!"

Y/N storms into her room and slams the door shut.

- - -

The pogues dropped Sarah and Y/N off at the chateau, the two finding John B asleep on the couch on the porch. While Sarah and John B reunited, John B claiming that he found his dad in Barbados, the three teens are now in the yard.

"Dude, did you get some drugs or something? Are you high right now?" Y/N asks as John B insists that Big John is here.

"Y/N, I'm serious. I found dad." John B insists.

"Okay." Y/N rolls her eyes.

"I wouldn't believe him either." The three look over at the man as he walks over. Y/N freezes, her eyes widening. Sarah lets out a noise of shock while John B immediately questions where his father was.

While Sarah greets her father-in-law, John B continues to question his dad where he was, not receiving an answer.

"Hey, there, sweetheart." Big John greets his dad. "What? No hug for your old man?"

"How in the hell are you alive?" Y/N questions.

"Well, that's a long story." Big John chuckles, pulling her into a hug. "Good to see you again, kid."

- - -

"No. I'm not going with you guys." Y/N denies.

"Why not?" John B asks.

"Because dad gets all obsessive and he gets super annoying and I'm not dealing with it." Y/N says.

"Y/N--"

"Come on, boy." Big John calls to his son. "She don't wanna go, it's her loss, not ours. Probably just slow us down anyway." Y/N rolls her eyes.

"Just go." She tells her brother, going into her room.

- - -

"I'm sorry. You-- you found this and you didn't tell the others?" Y/N asks.

"Yeah." John B mutters.

"Why the hell not?" Y/N questions.

"Dad said it's gotta stay between us." John B says.

"And you're gonna listen to him? John B, what the fuck?"

"Y/N--"

"No! No, they are a huge part in this treasure hunt, and you're not gonna tell them shit? What the fuck is wrong with you? Hell, you won't even tell Sarah?"

"Dad says it's best to keep it small for right now."

"Oh, my God." Y/N rolls her eyes.

"Y/N, we aren't telling anybody about this damn thing! We can't trust anyone!" Big John exclaims.

"I think we can trust our friends who have been there for us through everything!" Y/N yells back.

"No! Now, it's between the three of us! And if you're not happy with that, then get out!" Big John shouts.

Y/N rolls her eyes and turns to her brother.

"John B?" She asks.

John B glances between the two before eventually stepping closer to his dad. Y/N scoffs, ignoring the sting of tears in her eyes that she does her best to hold back.

"Whatever." She mutters, rolling her eyes, and storming out.

- - -

John B and Y/N sit on the dock of the chateau. They got back from finding the city of gold yesterday but haven't talked much since their father died.

"Hey." Y/N mumbles, crossing her legs, slouching.

"Hey." John B whispers.

"You okay?" Y/N asks after a few minutes.

"No." John B answers.

"Yeah." Y/N mumbles.

"I assume you're okay." John B mutters.

"Mm... no. No, not really." Y/N denies.

"I thought you hated him." John B says.

"No. Dislike, sure, but... I loved him. I just... wanted him to love me back." Y/N says. "He never really cared about me that much. Least it didn't seem like it. Always fighting, always getting brushed aside, you getting picked over me. His favoritism was definitely obvious. But him dying... watching him die... it still hurts."

"Yeah." John B mumbles, the two sitting in silence for a little bit.

"Least we're not left wondering this time." Y/N says.

"Mm-hmm." John B nods. "I'm sorry." He tells her. "For taking his side all the time. You were right a lot of the time, but I just... I took his side, anyway. Not that I love him more than you or anything, I just... it was just instinct or something. I didn't want him to get pissed at me or anything either."

"Well, you two are more alike than you think. At least when it comes to the gold sometimes. Granted, if somebody had a gun pointed at your kid, I'm sure you would give up whatever information you had a lot sooner than he did." Y/N says.

"You know I love you, right?" John B asks.

"I know." Y/N gives him a small smile. "I love you, too."

John B wraps his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side, and he kisses her on the head.

Taglist: @glxwingrxse @venomsvl @wildieflower @aliciacat20 @allyson15 @gabbylovesreading @mrvlxgrl @star-wars-lover @champomiel @myissuesworld @ironmaiden1313

#john b #john b x sister!reader #john b x sister reader #john b routledge #john b routledge x sister reader #john b routledge x sister!reader #obx #outer banks

[xtom-darling-x17]

Fuffly Penguins

4th December - Fluff

Kiara Carerra x Reader

Summary - You and kiara go to a penguin petting zoo for a date during the winter season.

Word count - 812

“Kie where are we going?” You giggle, seeing it snow outside.

“It’s a surprise, baby,” Kiara smiles, placing her hand on your thigh to comfort you as she drives.

“I hate surprises,” You grumble, “Last surprise was I hurt my bum and fell into freezing cold ice,” Remembering, your twin JJ maybank had to get you out of the water.

“Don’t worry, this is a nice surprise, better than the one I planned last time with JJ,”

“Your lucky that JJ has quick reflexes,” You mumble, teasing her, “Yh, we are both sorry about that,”

“I know, it’s ok,” you took her hand and rubbed it gently.

“We are here,” Kiara smiles. You both get out of the car to see a penguin zoo.

“No you didn’t,” You gasped, shocked.

“Oh I did,” Kiara giggles, taking your hand to go through the gates with your tickets.

“You can feed and pet the penguins,” Kiara read the sign, taking some food for you and her.

“This is amazing,” You stare at the penguin, coming close to you.

“Hey, little guy,” You smile, he waddles over, “You want food?”

“Of course you do, such a good boy,” you pet him on the head as he ruffled his feathers.

Kiara stares at you lovingly, watching you interact with the penguins makes her heart warm up so much. She loves seeing that adorable smile on your face, even if it’s such a little thing.

“Kie, look.. come say hi,” You reach out for her hand, “They are adorable just like you,” she winks, holding your hand.

“Oh stop,” You whine, blushing.

The penguin could feel the caring, loving energy you both have. Others waddle towards you, one even placing their flipper onto your hand.

You feed some more with the fish, “I didn’t know sitting in the snow with penguins could be so much fun,” Kiara giggles, “I told you,”

“Oh, I know,” Kiara shook her head, “You didn’t stop mentioning it since at least July,”

“JJ actually reminded me, even though I had it on my calendar,” Kie chuckles.

“That’s because he just wants his sister to have a good time,” You laugh, “It’s always been that way, he is so protective,”

“You're telling me,” Kie smiles.

“Look the penguins are huddling,” You grin, “looks like us in the chateau all bunched up lmao,”

“Yh, John B really needs to sort his living room out,”

“You're such a fluffy penguin,” You pet a penguin, he just waddled to you.

“That’s cute when he rubs up against you,” You giggle, “That tickles,”

“We should go, I told JJ we would be back by dust,” Kiara stands up dusting herself off.

“Bye, bye penguins,” You wave, Kiara helps you stand up.

“Thanks Kie, that was so good,” you smile, kissing her cheek, “Anytime, babe,” she returns the kiss.

You take the chance to give Kiara a full passionate kiss on her soft, plumped lips, “Cherry lip gloss?” You giggle.

“Yep,” Kie nods.

“My fave!” You smile.

You drive back to the chateau where JJ, John B, Sarah and Pope are all huddled up in his room.

“Hey,” You giggle, opening John N’s door and jumping on JJ, “Y/N,” JJ groans.

Pope, John B and Sarah laugh.

Kie following you, sitting on the bed.

“Did you have a good time, butter cup?” You nod, sliding off, sitting next to Kie.

“Did you see the fluffy penguins,” Sarah gasps, holding your hands, “Yes,” You giggle.

“That’s cool, next time me, you, Kie and John B should totally have a double date with the penguins,” Sarah giggled, “Totally,” you nod.

“This is why we separate them, Kie,” John B whispers, “They are always planning something evil,”

“Oh, hush, booker,” Kiara pushes his side, “You find it adorable when they huddle and whisper,”

“That I do,” John B grins, “So do I,”

“What are you guys talking about?” Pope spoke up intrigued, since he heard the words animal.

“Penguins,” You and Sarah shout.

“Pope, man.. you aren’t going to get a word into their conversation, trust me,” JJ chuckles, “John B and Kiara should know,”

“Yep, Y/N are you done with my girlfriend,” John B whines, “Hush,” Sarah turns to him, kissing him on the cheek.

“You're such a baby,” Kiara teases him, “Easy for you to say,” he huffs, crossing his arms.

“Hey, your girlfriend has my girlfriend too,” Kie shook her head.

“Someone is getting grumpy,” You point your finger at John B, Sarah laughs giving John B her full attention.

“I’m glad your patient,” You nozzle yourself into Kie’s shoulder, “Always with you,”

JJ and pope are having their own conversation not even taking notice of you all.

“Are they sleeping?”

Pope looks up to see you wrapped up in Kiara’s arms and Sarah in John B’s, “Yep,”

“Explains why it’s quite,” JJ snorts, “Totally agree,”

#kiara carerra x reader #kiara carrera #outer banks x reader #outer banks x you #outer banks #obx fluff #kiara obx #christmas prompts #flufffy #obx x reader #obx x you #obx x y/n #JJ maybank sister

[izzymaybank]

Brothers Best Friend

JJ Maybank x Routledge!Reader

Word Count: 2,002

Summary: As the gang hatches an illicit scheme to get to the bottom of the deep-sea mystery, John B confronts Sarah while Pope jumps for revenge.

Pairing(s): John B x twin sister!reader JJ Maybank x girlfriend!reader Kiara and Pope x bestfriend!reader

Notes: reader uses she/her pronouns. Also I had to change the amount of money for each person, that’s why it’s not 100 million for each person. ALSO I’M SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO POST THIS!!

Warnings: underage drinking, mentions of a gun, if you see any more lmk!

BBF MASTERLIST

“What’d you find?” (y/n) called out. Kiara handed John B an envelope and took the hand (y/n) extended to her.

“That’s not gold,” Pope note’s when John B pulls his hand back, revealing the envelope to the rest of the group. Kiara grunts as she jumps down to the forest floor.

“Holy shit,” John B mutters. (y/n) looks over his shoulder, eyes running over the black words written in sharpie. “This is from dad.”

(y/n)’s eyebrows furrow. The clicking of a lighter catches the girl's attention, seeing her boyfriend blow out smoke as he stares out into the woods. He’s stiff when he says the words, “code red. Code red. Square groupers! Square groupers!”

He turns around and start’s to run, grabbing onto (y/n)’s hand and pulling her along as the others follow. The five of them hide behind the massive tombstone.

“Light!” Kiara reminds. John shoves his light under his shirt, attempting to dull it’s brightness. JJ puts his blunt out on the grave. A small car park’s, and a few men hop out. 

“Homie’s got a gun,” JJ says, breath’s uneven. 

“Screw this,” (y/n) sighs, standing up. She runs forward and everyone follows her lead towards the large fence. JJ grabs onto her hips, lifting her up so she can easily climb over. 

They quickly run over to the van but stop when Pope yells, “I’m stuck!”

“Don’t move,” JJ warns, raising the gun in his hands. He points it towards the boy on the fence, but (y/n) smacks his hands. Kiara pulls on Pope’s shorts, shushing his protests.

The fabric suddenly rips, and they all laugh as Pope runs into the van in only his underwear. The van drives off, leaving security on the other side.

~~

“That’s disgusting, J.” (y/n) watches in horror as the boy spreads peanut butter onto moldy bread.

“I’ll just pull off the bad parts,” JJ shrugs, turning towards his girlfriend. “Plus, mold is good for you. It’s just a natural organism.”

“It’s definitely not.” (y/n) leans away when the blonde holds the food out to her. She maneuvers around him, walking towards the small table John B sits at. “Come on, JJ.”

“Yup, yup, yup,” he says. “Hot damn! Let’s do it.” He takes a bit of the sandwich, but soon spits it out, gagging. John B rips open the envelope, pulling out a large map.

“Holy shit,” he says.

“Oh.” Pope points to a large ‘X’ written in black marker. “X marks the spot.”

John B pulls out a small box from the envelope, looking at it with his brows furrowed.

“What’s that?” JJ asks.

“It’s a tape recorder, dumbass,” Kiara sighs, looking from Pope to (y/n). JJ only shrugs as John B presses play.

“Dear Red bird and little canary.”

“Who’s bird and little canary?” JJ asked. (y/n) leans forward, resting her hand on John’s shoulder.

“It’s what our dad used to call us,” John B murmurs. 

“I hate to say ‘I told you so’, but I told you so.” Big John chuckles slightly and (y/n)’s breath hitches. “And you doubted your old man.”

“I suspect at this moment, you’re filled with guilt and self-loathing over our last fight, but don’t kill yourself just yet, kids. I didn’t expect to find the merchant either.” There’s a pause, and (y/n) leans her head on JJ’s shoulder while John only stares blankly. “You we’re probably right to call me out. Wasn’t exactly father of the decade. What can I say? I could smell the barn. And hopefully, we’re listenin’ to this in our brand new sugar-shack down in Costa Rica, livin’ off passive investments and pulling on permits. If not, and you find this for less than optimal reasons, well, that’s what the map’s for.”

“I love you two, even if I didn’t always act like it. John B, look out for your sister. Her and that boy....” A final pause. “I’ll see you both on the other side.”

Silence fills the room as the recording stops with a soft click. John B stands up, leaving the room with a small sob. JJ pulls (y/n) into his arms, and she pushes her face into his neck with a sniffle. 

“I got you,” JJ mutters, pressing his nose into her hair, eye’s following Kiara as she walks over to John B’s side. JJ kisses the top of (y/n)’s head, feeling tears falling onto his neck. “I got you, baby.”

Kiara wraps her arms around John B, attempting to console him as he leans against the wall. Kiara kisses his shoulder, squinting her eye’s shut at the sound of John B’s sobs.

~~

“How much was it again?” JJ asks aloud, halting Kiara’s soft playing on her ukulele. The sun had set, and the five pogue’s were all sitting outside.

“Four hundred mil,” Pope states. A loon called out into the distance, and (y/n) stared out into the water as JJ ran a hand through her hair. John B stared out into the night, sipping on a beer he held in his hand.

“All right, let’s talk the split,” JJ sighs, turning towards the rest of his friends, careful not to knock (y/n) off the railing as he shifted. He raises the gun he holds in his hand. “Now, before we say ‘evenly’, may I remind you that I am the only one that can properly defend us from those groupers that were after us. Protection? Not cheap, okay?”

“You haven’t trained,” Pope complains. “You’ve done zero training.”

“YouTube, bro! That’s at least a five percent bump right there.”

“You haven’t-”

“Any objections? Didn’t think so.”

Kiara cuts off the boys’ bickering. “What are you gonna do with your 80 mil, Pope?”

The boy looks down at the ground before speaking. “Pay for college in advance. And also, textbooks. Those are expensive.”

JJ pulls (y/n) closer to his chest by her waist as he swivels his head to look at Kiara. “What about you, Kie?”

“Yeah, what does a socialist do when she’s rich?” Pope asks, furrowing his brows in curiosity.

Kiara chuckles. “Just wanna make a double album,” she smiles. “About OBX, the Pogues. You know, the way Catch a Fire is about Kingston. Record it at Marley Studio, Peter Tosh producing. 

“Peter Tosh is dead-”

“Peter Tosh is dead. I know that, Pope. The spirit of Peter Tosh will never die.” Kiara raises her beer, silently cheering the rest.

“I know what I’m gonna do,” JJ says. “I’m gonna get a big ass house on Figure Eight and go full Kook.”

“You’re gonna go full Kook?” Pope clarifies in disbelief.

“Yup. Gonna get a marble statue of myself, and then I’m gonna get a koi pond.”

His answer makes both Pope and Kiara laugh. “I’m never visiting,” Kiara states, still chuckling.

“What are you gonna do, (y/n)?” Kiara asks.

The girl lifts her head from JJ’s shoulder, humming in thought. “I don’t know, have to think about it. It’s a lot of money.”

“What about you, JB?” Pope asks. The four of them look over as John B turns.

“To going full Kook,” John B says, raising his beer for a cheers.

“To going full Kook!” The rest repeat, raising their own drinks.

~~

“You guys see that?” JJ whistles. Seated in the front of the HMS Pogue, arm’s propped up on his knee’s, JJ watches as (y/n) peels off her t-shirt, leaving her in a bikini top. “That’s the Malibu 24-MXZ, the worlds finest wakesetter. Number one in luxury, quality, and performance. 200K, easy.”

“We picked the wrong parents.” Pope’s voice is monotone as he stares at the boat.

“I hate to break it to you guys, but that’s Topper and his girlfriend,” Kiara states.

(y/n) stares at the boat passing bye, seeing Topper with his arm around Sarah’s waist as they stare back. (y/n) rolls her eyes, lifting her sunglasses off her head to slide them over her eyes. She scoot’s over to JJ, wrapping her arm around his torso and she smiles at Kiara’s next words.

“You don’t have to act like you don’t see us, bitch.”

~~

“All right, keep a look out. We’re behind enemy lines,” JJ sighs as the Twinkie rolls into the driveway of a large hotel. He pulls out the gun from his pocket, looking at John B waves a hand.

“Yo, come on, man. Just put it back,” John B groans.

“What?” JJ protests.

“JJ.”

“You can never be to careful.”

Pope leans his arm on the open window of the passenger seat, looking at the blonde holding the weapon. “Hey, I predict that bringing a weapon to a four-star hotel will likely cause more problems then they solve.”

“Thank you, Pope.”

“I sweat to God, I’m gonna throw that thing in the ocean, JJ. Put it back,” (y/n) says, leaning on the console between the two boys before sitting back next to Kiara.

John B snatches the gun from JJ’s hand and the blonde gives him a look. “You can’t grab a gun like that.”

They all got out of the car and Pope asks, “so, where are we going now?”

“We’re getting on the internet because only rich people have electricity right now,” JJ states. “This way!”

~

“Andrew!” JJ calls out as the Pogue’s walk through a hot kitchen. His finger’s lace through (y/n)’s as they walk, and the girls eyes flick around the room in curiosity. He nods at another staff member, leading the rest of his friends around the space. He reaches down for the food on a plate. “Mama, L, good to see you.”

“JJ!” The woman snaps, slapping the boys hand away.

“See they got the backup generator’s goin’? Kook’s don’t miss a beat.”

~

“Sweet lord, internet!” Pope exclaimed the second he enter’s the empty rooms. He walks up to one of the computers, excitedly sitting in one of the chairs. “I’ve missed you.”

“Hey! Hey! Hey!” John B whispers, placing a folded piece of paper onto the table. “I got the map!”

“Coordinates, please?”

“34° 57′ 30″ north. 75° 55′ 42″ west,” John B says, and the coordinates soon showed up on the map displayed on the computer. “Boom, continental shelf right there.”

“Well, if it’s off the deep end, it’s not gonna be much of a treasure hunt, is it?”

John B sigh’s at Pope’s response, continuing to stare at the screen as the map zooms in. “C’mon baby. C’mon,” JJ mutters. Although his head turns around when he hears footsteps and laughter from outside.

“Shit,” (y/n) says. “It’s on the high side. It’s only 900 feet.” Pope turns to give her a look.

“That’s not that deep,” JJ states. 

 “Is that doable or something?” Kiara asked.

“Yeah, totally doable,” JJ replied.

“Okay, will we be taking your personal submarine?” Pope’s voice was sarcastic.

“How do you know this, Mr. Dive Master?” John B asked, raising a hand in the air in question.

“The salvage yard!” JJ says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “They got a drone that can drop 1,000. It has a 360 camera and everything. It’s for, like, deep dives and stuff. It’s exactly what we need.”

“And, can your dad get his grimy little hands on it?” John B questions.

“Well my dad’s little grimy hands got his ass fired. I guess the salvage captain frowns on showin’ up shitfaced, turns out. But the drone’s there. It’s in the impound yard out back.”

“How much did you say was on the Royal Merchant, again?” (y/n) asks.

“Four hundred million,” both John and JJ clarify. Pope runs to the door, guarding it with his body so no one can leave.

“Four hundred million dollars,” (y/n) repeats in disbelief. She runs up to the door, attempting to shove Pope away.

“No. Absolutely not. Absolutely not. No!” Pope states.

“Pope, move!” (y/n) pushes the boys arms away, opening the door with JJ right behind her. She waves for everyone else with her hand, “come on.”

“Can’t we do anything legal for money?” Pope complains.

~~

#outer banks #jj maybank #john b. routledge #kiara carrera #pope heyward #jj maybank x reader #john b x sister!reader #john b x twin sister!reader #outer banks x reader #obx #reader insert

[damonsalvitorewife]

Hiiii!!!!!! Huge fan!! Can please please please do OBX x RIVERDALE x reader. Where she is JB twin sister she is dating JJ and she finds out he cheated on her with Kie. She moves to riverdale and meets Jughead. I kind of want her to take the place of Betty. I love betty. Can the readers name be Bailey so we can still have B and V? Bailey Jug Archie and Ronnie all go to meet Baileys family. JJ gets all made bc he relized he lost Bailey. And calls Bailey a slut and mean names. Jug gets made and starts defending her and is like " She did nothing wrong your the one who hurt her." "Say one more thing about her and I'll ripe your throat out." JJ trys to punch him and jug is like " I,ve had my tattoo carved out, Someone tried to kill me with a rock, belive me I can take a hit." And JJ is talking about jug and Bailey goes "Hey JJ shut the fuck up." As she punches him. "Talk about my fiance like that again and you will be sorry." and everyone is like "Fiance?" John b goes " he cand be your fiance your only 17." " Well I'm emancipated so I can get married. Infact we are getting married tommorow." "I came here to invite you guys." and they all huge on her. and JJ apoligises. Sorry I know this is like all over the place.

I absolutely love this idea. It may take a while to come out with but it will get done! Thank you for all the support! ❤️☺️

[cloveswifey]

Dating John B Storyline

Parings: John B x Fem!Reader

Type: HeadCannon/storyline

Words: 309

Y/n Thornton was the twin sister of Topper Thornton, a kook and an esteemed member of the elite community on the island. Y/n was popular, sporty, smart, compassionate, empathetic, caring and friendly.

However, things took a wild turn when Topper found out that his twin sister had been sneaking around with the pouges - the kooks' worst enemy.

Despite this, y/n began hanging out with the pouges and befriended them.

It was at a party on the beach when John B Routledge noticed y/n and was immediately drawn to her. They struck up a conversation, and soon they became best friends.

Of course, this did not go unnoticed by Topper, who was protective of his sister. He started fights with John B and tried to keep them apart. But despite all the drama, John B and Y/n's friendship grew into a romantic relationship.

Their love was tested when Rafe, y/n's manipulative ex-boyfriend, tried to re-enter her life. John B saw how vulnerable y/n was with Rafe and vowed to protect her at all costs.

They solidified their relationship by sleeping together for the first time in John B's favorite hiding place on the island.

But their problems didn't end there. When Rafe attempted to kill John B, it was revealed that Ward Cameron, Rafe's father, had attempted to murder John B's father in the search for treasure.

However, through it all, John B and y/n remained united, committed to each other.

Their love for each other was evident in the way they stood by each other through thick and thin.

They were supportive, caring, and always willing to fight for each other.

Despite coming from different worlds, John B and y/n's love story was one for the ages.

#cloveswifey #outer banks imagine #rafe cameron imagine #sarah cameron #jj mayback imagine #jj maybank #sarah cameron imagine #rafe cameron #pope heyward #john b routledge #kiara carrera #outer banks #outerbanks imagine #outerbanks #obx #obx3 #obx cast #obx smut #obxhub #jj obx #obx season 3 #obx imagine #obx masterlist #amber freeman #john b obx #john booker routledge #john b #john b imagine #headcannons #John b Headcannon

[beaniebeensbaby201]

STUPID, CUPID

John B Routledge x Maybank sister reader

Summary: SUMMARY: Junie Maybank was just trying to have a fun summer along with her friends. Only for her and her friends to get caught into trouble that they didn't intend to get into.

Warnings: Warning(s): some smut, violence, slight angst, cursing, abuse, idk about any other atm but I'll fix this whenever I see a new one.

CHAPTER ONE: HURRICANE AGGIE

"You're going to kill yourself JB!" A dirty blonde girl shouted next to her twin brother.

"I can't believe how stupid he is." Junie grumbles to her brother, taking a swig of her almost empty can.

"You're the one who's macking on him." JJ said.

"That's what a three story fall to the deck?" Pope said on the ground. Junie leans over the railing a bit to rest her chin on her elbows.

"Baby please get down from there!" The blonde continued to beg.

John B sticks his finger in his mouth as he was balancing on one foot on the roof.

"Babe! You're going to fucking kill yourself!" Her older brother places a hand on his younger sister's back to help her from her distress.

"I give you about one in three chances of survival." Julie's eyes darted to her friend at his comment.

"That's not funny Pope!" The girl soon gets up from her spot next to her brother to go search for her girl friend.

"Kie! My boyfriend is going to get himself killed." The girl was walking like a zombie to her friend that was inside one of the new Kook houses.

"Junie look! They have fucking towel warmers! Towel warmers!" The curly haired girl cried out.

Junie sighed, knowing how her best friend is with nature. Kie was a Kook, but she wasn't in Junie's or the Pogues eyes, yet she wonders why she'd hangout with them half of the time. Junie and Kie both have the love for the ocean, something that made them instantly click together.

John B was her crazy boyfriend. Though Junie was also crazy at times, she was able to get in trouble without getting caught. It was her fault for getting John B to be less of a rule follower and more of a rule breaker.

"Should I do it?" Junie heard, causing her to quickly leave her friend behind.

"If you do that John B no sex for two months!" She heard JJ groan, and complain about her comment.

"I thought we made this a rule not to talk about your sex life!" Junie and John B rolled their eyes at the same time.

"Two months? I don't think John B would last." Pope said teasingly.

"They're going to have warm towels." She heard from behind her, Kie repeating the same reply that she did with the blonde.

"I can't have warm towels Kie." JJ mocked, the signature Maybank smirk plastered on his lips.

"Shut up J." Junie grumbled, plopping down next to her brother on the catwalk and taking his beer.

"Hey! Get your own!" The two started to playfully fight causing her to drop his beer.

"You asshole! You dropped my beer!" The beer landed next to the other can near where John B was standing on the roof of the blue house.

"Hey, uh, cops!" Junie and JJ quickly darted towards the fence.

"Hey, babe it's Gary!" Junie chuckled when she felt someone grasp her hand.

"Shit!" She giggled when she almost tripped but John B quickly helped her balance.

"How much did you drink?" John B asks. The two were far ahead of the others.

"Three!" She giggled as her hair blew in the wind as she ran. Her hair was in a half up half down position. She had a few front strands in a fishtail braid, the same on the other side as the rest of her hair was down with her waves bouncing behind her.

She looked behind and noticed that Pope almost fell as the two made it to the van.

"C'mon guys!" She encouraged the group to run faster as she hopped in the window of the passenger seat, almost kicking John B. John B quickly placed his hand under her butt to stop her from hurting herself.

She kissed John B on the lips, as the others piled into the van.

"I can't believe we almost got caught!" The girl laughed as her brother was taunting Gary.

"Hey, John B slow down before we give him a heart attack!" Junie laughs as she sees her brother from behind.

She turned backwards, her chest pressed against the seat of the van as she watched her brother.

His hand was out as he was teasing Gary. He was trying his best to grab onto him, causing her to cackle.

"C'mon, Gary!" JJ taunts, as Junie laughs.

"JJ, c'mon bro you're going to give him a heart attack!" She shouted, Junie almost fell into John B as her ass was in his face.

"Sorry, you took a sharp turn!" She turned back to John B who only rolled his eyes, placing a hand on her ass tapping it a bit as she laughed.

JJ finally gave up as they were passing the sign to the Outer Banks.

Junie turned back around, slouching in the seat. John B placed a hand on her thigh, she grabbed his fingers with both her hands as she played with them. There was a no 'macking my sister', and, 'no pogue on pogue macking rule'. Yet somehow the two ended up breaking it in the fifth grade. Ever since then they've been together.

The figure eight, the side of the island that was impossible for a Pogue to live. The rich, where they could buy many boats, have three mansions and seven cars, and not have to worry about insurance or having to pay for the bills.

Then the South side, or the cut. You'll never catch a Kook here. They'd never survive this sort of lifestyle. It was like those reality shows where they tried to find a way to make money. Nobody understood Pogues, besides another Pogue.

Beat up houses, some had no home, no money. No family, or some were abusive and resented their child.

They were the lowest member of the food chain, which is what Junie and her friends were. They were bait.

Junie was sitting next to Kie, the two girls glowing in the sunlight. John B couldn't help but stare at her chest. It was glistening, some droplets of water cascaded down towards her cleavage causing him to look away from time to time. Which didn't go unnoticed by an uncomfortable JJ.

"Ew, babe!" The girl wined when John B was holding a fish as he wiggled it in her face. She went to slap his hand away, which caused the fish to fall between her breasts.

The gang laughed, including her brother as the fish squirmed.

"John B! You're so dead!" She said as she flipped the fish out of her bra.

She tackles her boyfriend as they both stumble into the water.

She didn't see John B resurface causing her to grow worried. She felt something tug her ankle, causing her to panic.

"You asshole!" She couldn't help the small grin growing on her lips. John B shakes his head as his hair ends up in his face again. She pulled his hair back with her hands, giving him a sweet soft kiss to his lips.

"I love you." Her face heats up as she gives him another kiss. Not caring that their friends, or her brother was watching.

"I love you." They both decided to head back onto the boat.

"That was something I'd never thought I'd see. A fish in my sister's boobs." He laughed again, taking another drag from his weed pen.

"He's lucky he's good in bed." John B gives her a wolfish grin as she playfully pouts.

That's JJ, my best friend since the third grade. He was the second best surfer I know, since his sister comes in first place. Mild kleptomaniac and tax cheat.

"John B! Where's my bra?" Junie calls out as she was in a towel. She was walking out of the room of the chateau, JJ went home early as it was just the young couple alone.

Junie, or otherwise known as the Princess of the Pogues. She was just like JJ, she was different from other girls. Some think that her kindness was all an act, but that's just who she was. One of the reasons why I'm so in love with her.

"It should be in my room!" John B called out from the kitchen.

"Well, it's not." She huffed, dropping her towel as she walked bare naked in the chateau, a normal thing that she does when it was just the two of them.

Kie was with Junie as they were sitting on the beach. Junie was wearing John B's signature bandana in her hair, as she didn't have a hair tie.

"Ugh, I can't believe that you and John B will be together for almost five years." Junie hummed in response.

Kie was your average Pogue, yet she lived out in Figure eight. Sometimes I wonder how she hangs out with us instead of the other Kooks.

"Actually, six." The blonde points a lazy finger at her best friend. She booped her nose the girl giggled when the scrunched her nose.

"Six?" Her brother repeats.

"We started dating in fifth grade, remember? John B saved me from that girl who was pulling my braids. And I kissed him after school that day? And you didn't talk to us for weeks?" JJ laughs, remembering that day clearly now.

"Oh, shit. I almost forgot that happened!" Junie snuggled closer to John B's almost bare chest. He had his Hawaiian shirt unbuttoned as she could feel his muscles contract with every movement from his laughter.

"How could I forget that?" JJ said in disbelief.

"Because you're an idiot." Junie said matter of factly.

The next day….

Junie was with Pope as she was climbing a tree. There was a cat stuck in it, and she was climbing it.

"Junie, get down! Let's just call the fire department!" Her friend Pope shouts.

The cat continued to meow as she looked down. John B was at work that day as she decided to hangout with Pope because they were the only two who weren't booked for the day.

"Shit!" She almost slipped as her foot got caught.

Pope Heyward. He had his whole future planned for him, he was like the mother Goose of the group. But he was like that more towards Junie. Junie was the one we got to watch out for sometimes, but Pope would sometimes talk her out of it.

"Ah!" The girl screamed, as she saw the twinkle pull up. She fell down the tree as John B quickly ran towards the seventeen year old. (I aged them up, so now they're eighteen instead of sixteen).

"John B! Bro, I swear I tried to stop her!" She hissed in pain as she grasped her ankle.

"It's true. I tried to save a cat, Pope wanted to call the fire department. But you know me." John B let's out an airy laugh as he picked her up carefully. She was smaller in his grasp, lighter.

"Shit! John B!" She moaned in pain as she clung to his neck. Her ankle was bruised as she hid her face in the crook of her neck.

"It's okay, baby. It's okay." She sobbed in his arms, as she looked at a worried Pope.

"I should've listened to you Mother Goose." Neither of them laughed at her childish nickname that he gave her.

"It's just a sprain, It'll heal." John B leaned down to kiss the girl's forehead. They left to go to Heyward instead of the hospital.

"Thank you Mr. Heyward." The girl gives the dark skinned man a light squeeze in his hands.

"Of course kid." She smiled at the nickname.

That's the Pogues, and this summer is going to be the best summer yet.

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Two Lines, Two Idiots Chapter Six: Crying Into A Cupcake

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Maybank!Reader, Twin!JJ Maybank x reader

TW:pregnancy, slight angst, very brief mention of abuse, brief mention of addiction, so much fluff and cuteness, I think thats all

Summary: You, Rafe, and the pogues finally find out what youre having.

Word Count:3k

Things have settled down ever since Rafe confronted Ward a couple of weeks ago. It's been radio silence from the older Cameron, though Rose has tried to reach out a few times. She's even sent flowers, but her attempts at reconciliation have been ignored. 

If there's one thing you've learned about that family, it's that there's always an angle. Maybe Rose really does feel bad, or maybe she's playing both sides of the field. There's no way to know, and it's not a risk either of you are willing to take. 

Since Rafe's 'family' is out of the picture and your dad is obviously not in your life, that leaves the pogues. So when you and Rafe went to your appointment yesterday, you decided not to find out the genders just yet. 

Instead, you had them send the results to a local bakery which is where you are now. Your friends don't know that they're finding out what you're having today, and your body is buzzing with excitement at the idea. 

You've never been a big fan of gender reveal parties and even if you were, who is there to invite? Instead, you're opting for a small intimate affair with just Rafe and your found family. The nice older lady brings you your order; seven cupcakes that are dyed either all blue, all pink, or a combination. 

You thank her with a smile after Rafe pays, and make the trek back to the truck. He helps you up since your belly is large enough now to cause issues. You're glad that the secret is about to be revealed because even though you're only fifteen weeks, the rate that you're growing is bound to start raising questions. 

"Are you excited?"

Rafe smiles at you briefly before turning his attention back to the road and he squeezes your hand. The route to the chateau is second nature now since he's been staying there; ever since the altercation, he's refused to step foot back in Tannyhill. 

You're not sure what's happening with the living situation, but JJ and John B have both insisted that you can just set up in the spare room and stay there. You're not quite sure how that could possibly work with Rafe practically moved in and two babies on the way, but you've written it off to be figured out later. 

"Yeah, but I'm nervous too. What if they freak out?"

Rafe shoots you a glance and shrugs his shoulders, not at all concerned. 

"They will at first, but based on how involved they already are, I'm guessing it'll quickly turn to happiness."

You sigh and nod, nerves eating at your mind. 

"I hope so."

When the two of you arrive, everyone is already outside scattered around the yard. JJ is laying in the hammock with John B standing over him, Sarah and Kie are sitting on a log laughing about something, and Pope is off in his own little world reading a book. 

The scene makes your heart swell as you watch all the people you love most in the world in one place, and you swallow the lump in your throat. 

"Ready?" Rafe asks, and you turn to face him with a timid smile. 

"As I'll ever be."

At that, you take a step forward and plaster on your best happy face. 

"Hey, losers. You up for some dessert?"

Your voice draws their attention and they all face you with intrigued expressions. Sarah catches on first as she leaps to her feet with wide eyes and rushes forward. 

She looks at the treats in Rafe's hand with swirled pink and blue icing on top and moves to snatch them from him. 

"Is that what I think it is?"

Rafe quickly dodges her and holds them up over his head with a smirk. 

"Sure is. Ready to find out what we're having?" 

This successfully gets the rest of the pogues to join and JJ wraps an arm around your shoulder. 

"I can't believe my little sister is having a kid."

You roll your eyes at his cheeky grin and push him off of you. 

"Fuck off, JJ. You were born before me by two minutes."

You can't help but grin at his childlike laughter, and bump your shoulder into his. Sarah looks like she's about to explode as she bounces on the ball of her feet and stares at the plastic container. 

"Can we please eat the cupcakes? I'm going to die." 

You laugh at her pleading and nod at Rafe who starts handing them out. 

"Okay, on the count of three everybody take a bite."

You wait for everyone to nod in understanding and take a deep breath before starting the countdown. 

"Okay. One…two…three!"

You take a large bite and stare down at the blue with sparkling eyes before turning to Rafe. He's got a blue cupcake as well, and the two of you wait for everyones reactions. You figure JJ must also have blue when he lets out a loud cheer accompanied by a fist pump. 

"Fuck yeah, it's a boy!"

You watch confusion grow on John B and Kie's faces as they turn their cupcakes around to show them to you. 

"No, it's a girl."

John B's face is set in a deep frown and you turn to face Rafe with wide eyes before leaping into his arms. He throws his arms up and cheers once he sets you down, over the moon to be having one of each.

Rafe had been begging the universe for a daughter; a little daddy girl that he could spoil and take on dates.

"Wait, I'm lost. Did they screw up the order?"

You don't answer your brother, instead giving them a second to stew. You see John B figure it out first, and he turns to you with his jaw dropped. 

"Wait, are you fucking serious?"

You nod your head with a smile that puts the sun to shame and giggle loudly when he carefully picks you up and spins you around. The rest aren't far behind, and when he sets you down JJ grabs your arm to make you face him. 

There's an unspoken question in his eyes and you just nod in confirmation. You see his eyes well up with tears and get concerned for a moment before he shakes his head and pulls you into a bone-crushing hug.

"Holy shit. You're gonna have a Y/N and JJ 2.0"

The realization hits you like a ton of bricks as you return his embrace and bury your head into his shoulder. You and JJ might have your squabbles, but the bond you have is one of a kind. It warms your heart to think your son and daughter are going to have a built-in best friend. 

"Oh my god, this means I don't have to choose! I can shop the entire baby section!"

You let out a watery laugh at Sarah's exclamation and wipe your tears. She launches forward and throws her arms around your neck, joy radiating off of her. 

"I'm so glad that you're gonna be the mother of my niece and nephew. I can't begin to explain how happy I am for both of you. You've always been my sister, but this is just a whole new level. I love you."

She whispers into your ear, and you hug her a little tighter as the sentiment causes a fresh round of tears. 

"I love you too, Sarah."

She releases you after a few moments and goes over to Rafe, letting the rest of the group get in their hugs with you. 

The look on your boyfriend's face is one of sheer glee and terror, and Sarah pulls him aside. 

"Are you okay?"

Rafe brings his thumb up to his mouth and gnaws on the side of it, a nervous habit he picked up as a child. 

"Yeah, I'm good. Just scared."

Sarah nods and takes a moment to mull over his confession. 

"Scared of what? You've been ironclad through this whole thing. What changed?"

The look in Rafe's eyes is akin to a little kid, and suddenly Sarah knows what he means. 

"Oh. You're scared to have a son."

When her brother doesn't respond, she places a gentle hand on his forearm. 

"Rafe, you're not Dad. You never have been. You've made bad decisions, but you're trying to be better. That's more than he could say. I see the way you look at her. It's like she hung the moon and stars."

He nods and shifts on his feet, his eyes burning with unshed tears. 

"I wish Mom was still here."

Sarah gives him a sympathetic look before pulling him into a hug. 

"Me too. She'd be so excited, and proud of you. I know that she would have loved Y/N."

The two of them just stand there for a moment, finding comfort in each other before she pulls back and nods toward you. 

"Go celebrate with your girl. This is your guys' moment."

You beam up at Rafe as he rejoins your little circle and lean into him when he wraps his arms around you to place his hands on your belly. 

"I can't believe you didn't tell us."

John B is still in shock and you laugh lightly.

"We wanted it to be a surprise. Plus, we were still coming to terms with it ourselves."

He nods with a huff and Sarah slaps his arm, a quick reminder that this isn't about him. You all settle in around a bonfire, discussing the babies and what you all think they'll be like. 

JJ insists they'll have his signature blonde hair, and Rafe swears they'll have his piercing blue eyes and irresistible charm. 

A short while later, you're sitting on the beach staring out at the waves when you feel someone sit beside you. 

"You good, sis?"

You avoid his gaze, peering up at the stars and trying to suck the tears back into your eyes. 

"Hey, what's wrong?"

JJ has always picked up on your moods at an annoyingly fast pace, and you sniffle. 

"I'm so fucking afraid, J. Like stomach in knots, throwing up, straight up panic attack fear."

He frowns and pulls you into his side, his hand coming up to comb through your hair like he did when you were younger after one of Luke's episodes. 

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

He's always been so patient and gentle with you, well aware that you're the more sensitive one. You've always put on a brave face, but JJ knows that it's just a front. Under the surface, you're just as close to the edge as he is. 

"Don't get me wrong, I'm so happy. I just can't help but wonder if he's doomed. I silently hoped not to have a boy. I mean, look at the men in his bloodline. On both sides. One is a deranged money-hungry psychopath, and the other is an abusive addict. He's set up to fail before he even has a chance."

Your throat burns as you talk through the constriction and more hot tears fall into your lap. 

"Y/N, look at how Rafe and I turned out. Sure, we're both a little reckless and hot-headed; but all things considered, we do okay. We both came straight from the lion's den and managed to make it out. Your little boy is going to have an entire army behind him and everything we grew up without. He's going to be the best, I promise."

You turn your head to look at him, skepticism clear on your face. 

"You really think so?"

He nods instantly and leans forward to press a kiss to your temple. 

"I know so. Have you talked to Rafe about this? I'm sure he's thinking the same thing."

You shake your head and JJ sighs, moving to stand up. 

"I'm going to send him over. Don't shut him out, okay? You guys are in this together."

He doesn't give you a chance to respond, and within a couple of minutes, Rafe is rushing over. He drops to his knees beside you, and his heart drops at the sight of your bloodshot eyes and puffy cheeks. 

"What's going on, baby? Talk to me."

He looks so worried, and it makes your heart clench. His eyes never leave yours, his hands on either side of your face forcing you to look at him. 

"I don't want him to be a Cameron."

You immediately regret your choice of words when hurt flashes through his ocean eyes, but he doesn't interrupt. 

"I don't mean it like that. I just mean.. the men in your family have so much pressure on them. I don't want him to grow up hard and calloused the way you were forced to. I want him to be soft and kind. I want him to be a kid."

Rafe nods in understanding before pulling you into his lap. 

"Baby, I promise I'll do everything in my power to make sure that doesn't happen. I want him to be happy too, and I'd go to the ends of the earth to achieve it. I want all of you to be happy. I know we haven't talked about it yet, but if it'll ease your mind then we can give them your last name. Hell when we get married, I'll take your last name. Whatever puts a smile on that pretty face."

You shake your head from side to side and stifle another sob. 

"I don't want him to be a Maybank either. He's going to have a reputation either way, but at least with the Camron title, it won't be that he's a troublemaker destined to end up in prison. Neither of us comes from a great lineage, and that's what worries me. It's like he's cursed to either be a power-hungry asshole or an abusive drunk that steals and gambles."

He leans down so he's eye level with you and shakes his head.

"Y/N, that's not true. We'll build our own legacy and it'll be good and loving. Our babies don't have to carry the burden we did just because they share the name."

You nod, but Rafe can tell that something is still bothering you. 

"That's not all of it. What else is going on in that brilliant mind of yours?"

You hesitate for a moment before deciding that if this is going to work, you have to be honest. 

"I never had a mother figure."

He catches on instantly, already sure he knows where this is going. 

"What if I'm a bad mom?"

Rafe looks genuinely taken aback and offended at the mere suggestion, his eyebrows pinched together. Even in your current state, your hand reaches up to smooth out the crease and he leans into your touch. 

"You're going to be the best fucking mom. You know how I know? Because of that right there. Even when you're going through something, your first instinct is to take care of me. You care for everyone around you, baby; and it's not because you have to. It's just who you are."

His thumb swipes under your eye when another tear falls and he continues. 

"You are the most selfless, thoughtful, and kind person I've ever met. You don't treat people well to get something out of it, you do it because you have a good heart. You don't even realize it, and I'm going to spend every day reminding you."

He stops for a second, and you can tell he's debating on saying something else. 

"I love you. I'm so in love with you that it makes my head spin and I can't make sense of it. You make me want to be a better person, Y/N. you've given me a reason to live and for that, I will always be grateful."

Rafe leans his forehead against yours and closes his eyes, just soaking up your presence. Really, he's trying to transfer all your pain and heartache over to himself. How can he not? You're his entire world, and if he could download all of your suffering he would without a second thought. 

Usually, commitment would send you running for the hills. With anybody else, it's always raised alarm bells and sent your nervous system into fight or flight. 

Nothing good has ever come from it; you've seen it over and over again. Yet, as you sit here in Rafe's arms you feel nothing but a serene calmness. You feel safe and at home, exactly where you're meant to be. 

"I'm in love with you too. I've never told anybody that before, I've always left before it could get that far. But I don't want to run this time. I don't want to run ever again, not if it's away from you."

He pulls you into a sweet kiss, and in this tiny blip in the space-time continuum, every puzzle piece slots into place. 

"I'll do anything I have to to make sure the three of you are taken care of. Our boy will be just fine because he has you. I'm never going anywhere."

Your cries have died down to hiccups and Rafe's heart feels like it's been pulverized at the smallness of your voice. 

"Promise?"

He pulls back and sticks his hand out, nothing but love and soothing energy rolling off of him and into you. 

"Pinky."

You hook your finger around his and you both kiss it, a vow to make a better life than what you were handed. His words from a few moments ago suddenly register in your foggy mind, and his heart soars at the mischievous smile that suddenly splits your face. 

"Wait, did you say when we get married?"

He groans, his unspoken prayer that you didn't catch his slip-up going unanswered. 

"I did. I meant it, too. It doesn't have to be anytime soon, but one day my ring is going to be weighing down your left hand with a diamond big enough to be seen from space."

Your lips crash into his and his hands encircle your waist as the two of you smile into the kiss. 

"I'm holding you to that."

You squeal when he tickles his sides and his hand comes up to poke your nose. 

"I expect nothing less."

@i-love-rafe @itsmytimetoodream @brynley-a-xoxo @whore4drew @houseofperfecttaste @everythingmarveltopgun @f4ll-for-you @athenabarnes @antagonize-me-motherfucker @writtenwordslover @madsnxo @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @starrystarkey93 @keylin1730 @fulla02 @loving-and-dreaming @evening-starlight @ibleedcalories @badasspizzalover @veescorneroftheworld @pinkpantheris @brooklynscherry-z @starkeylover @sebastiansstanswhore @lothiriel9

#rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron #Rafe Cameron x maybank!reader #outer banks imagine #outer banks fic #outer banks

[aubsvirsion]

Could you write a JJ x f!reader where reader is John B’s twin sister,and she’s kind of a hippie. She loves nature,ocean,animals,etc, and JJ has a huge crush on her. reader is oblivious,until one night reader goes for a walk and some guy tries to harass her and JJ gets veeery protective? And then you can decide the rest,also it’d be nice if you could include a scene where JJ and the reader dance just like in s1 with Kiara and John B! Also one more thing,it would be very cute if JJ would call reader nicknames and pet names,like baby,lil Routledge,princess,love,or things like that. I hope you enjoy writing this if you decide to do so!! Happy ending pls pls pls🫶

yes! i’ll try to post it before it gets to late tonight

[surftrips]

masterlist ! 🐚

JAY HALSTEAD X READER

she's a killer queen

funeral

you could be the one that i love!

the last slice

fragile at best

wish you were sober

bullseye

just my type (series)

reunited (blurb)

JJ MAYBANK X READER

gorgeous

love it if we made it

twin sister headcanons p2

sister comfort blurb

nonsense

don't be a stranger

who's the guy?

love at second sight (series)

sleepover (blurb)

lovers rock

nervous

when you know, you know

RAFE CAMERON X READER

game on

butterflies (series)

bad habit

OBX WRITING WEEK 2023

cool for the summer (jj maybank)

snow on the beach (john b)

labyrinth (sarah cameron)

love him i did (rafe cameron)

tattoos together (kiara carrera)

same old love (pope heyward)

CORIOLANUS SNOW

cross your heart and hope to die

flirty academic rivals headcanons

LUKE CASTELLAN

sweet nothing

bad reputation (social media au series)

about you

#surftrips masterlist #masterlist #navigation

[rudysrings]

Twin Pogues of the OBX - 1

A/N + Summary: SO I’m currently obsessed with the Outer Banks right now, and I had no idea that there was so much hype about it until I hit tumblr after watching the show. It kind of got me back into writing for a bit so I thought I would go ahead and publish something that’s been sitting in my drafts. It’s essentially a fanfic that goes through the entire show from the perspective of the reader, who is John B’s twin sister. Let me know if it piques anyone’s interest, because I don’t want to keep pushing out something that people hate lol. 

Warnings: Mentions of sex, cursing, slowburn

Word count: 3056

Masterlist

ON WITH IT!

You didn’t want to admit it, but you were tired of listening to the waves. It made you sick to your stomach. It didn’t help that the Chateau was so close to the water that it was all you could hear at night. The waves crashing on the shore. The waves colliding with each other. The waves fighting to topple boats that made the mistake of trying to take on a storm too big for them. 

You listened for your father in every wave. You hoped you’d at least hear the ghost of your father.

Unlike John B, you had no hope that your father was alive. At first, you didn’t bother voicing that thought, but as time went on, and John B continued to have delusions, you started getting more and more vocal about your opinion. Your dad was dead. Period. 

And it was time that John B accepted that, too. 

The two of you may have been twins, but you were as different as two people could get. John B was, for the most part, quiet, reserved and mild. You, on the other hand, had a fuse shorter than the short end of the stick you had pulled. You were hot headed and often misjudged situations too quickly. John B was the calm before your storm. You preferred to call yourself passionate. You smoked, John B did not. You slept around with far too many tourons. John B did not. John B was a dense motherfucker. You could read the room the moment you walked in. The only thing that really bonded the two of you was your love for surfing, your love for the pogues and your love for your dad.

Now that one of those things had died, or simply “vanished,” as John B would say, all that was keeping your two member family together were the pogues and surfing.

The last few months had been hell, and all you wanted this summer, was to have a good time, all the time.

Speaking of which, you and the pogues had decided to break in the summer with a little rule-breaking. Kiara wanted to check out one of Gary’s new beach-house developments, which was being built right over a turtle habitat. You all shrugged at the suggestion and agreed. 

You threw a can of beer up, JJ catching it instantly, wrinkling his nose when he looked at the label. “This is the shit stuff, Y/N,” he complained. 

You rolled your eyes. “Next time I’ll boot-leg champagne for ya, sweetheart,” you drawled.

JJ winked. “That’s more like it.”

Rolling your eyes, you tossed two beers to Pope, which he promptly dropped and bent down to grab, dusting himself off, embarrassed.

You rolled your eyes, watching as he threw one to John B, who was far too drunk to hold onto it, dropping it on the deck of the house, causing it to burst. 

Before you could comment on Kie’s overly concerned “Please don’t kill yourself,” to John B, you heard voices yelling “Hey! What are you kids doing up there?!”

“Shit,” You said, looking for your hat.

“I second that shit,” said Pope nervously.

John B swiftly made his way down, grabbing Kie’s hand and leading them out, Pope on their heels. 

“Guys, have you seen my-”

Suddenly, you felt something slip over your head, and you smiled up at JJ, who patted the top of your head and pushed you down the stairs and out of the house, all five of you laughing as Gary and his men chased after you.

As John B jumped the fence, he held his hand out to help Kie over, doing the same for you once she made it. You rolled your eyes, slapping his hand away and smoothly making it over yourself.

Pope, as expected, fell over onto the ground as he jumped, JJ shoving him further jokingly. You glared at the boy, and he held his hands up as you helped Pope up, pulling him by the hand into a sprint.

JJ held his hand out of John B’s beat up old van, pulling your laughing body in. Pope closed the door as John B gunned it, but you opened it again, teasing Gary, who was struggling to catch up with you guys. 

You tossed him a beer, which he tried to catch, but failed as he stopped running, his hands on his knees.

JJ laughed as he too leaned out of the van, “They don’t pay you enough, bro!” He yelled to Gary.

Your hair blew in the wind, strands of it tickling JJ’s cheeks. 

He spat overdramatically, coughing, “Hey, uh, Y/N? You mind not choking me with your hair?”

You simply gave him a playful punch in the gut, taking a seat in between Kie’s knees, who was sitting on the bench behind John B.

Kie took your long, wild hair in her hands, taming it into a french braid. JJ watched with a goofy smile on his face, his conversation with Pope getting too boring.

John B drove down to the docks, where you guys took out the HMS Pogue for the rest of the day. You tried to slap the book out of Kie’s hands, holding a freshly rolled blunt out for her to share with you, but she glared at you, turning back to her reading. You noticed Pope doing the same thing.

JJ grabbed the blunt from your hands, lighting it. 

You leaned an elbow on his shoulder, tutting. “Didn’t realize we ran with a bunch of nerds…”

Before Kie and Pope could retort, John B turned around, releasing a pile of freshly caught fish onto the deck of the boat and you cheered. “Nice, John B. We eatin’ good, today.”

“Yeah we are. You’re cooking.”

“I’m what?” 

John B smiled smugly, “I did the catching, you do the cooking.”

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest, “Fine then I’ll also do more of the eating.”

“I never agreed to that,” John B argued.

You turned to him, “And that’s because you’re a greedy, cocksucking parasite and-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. We’re here to have fun, you guys,” said Kie, her hands out to the two of you.

“Man, I’d really like to go one day without you guys at each other’s goddamn throats,” Pope groaned.

“Forget the fish, there’s a party tonight. First summer party. We gotta be there,” said JJ.

“Hell yeah, I’ll take a touron dick appointment over fish and chips any day,” you put your hands on your hips, looking at the rest of the pogues.

John B rolled his eyes at your blunt words, while Pope and Kie shrugged, agreeing.

Everyone looked to John B and he sighed before saying, “Yeah, I’m down.”

You all cheered, running over and piling on top of him, laughing.

The party was one of the best you had been to yet. While Kiara got on her soapbox about plastic and the boys were looking for girls to flirt with, you were on the hunt for someone who could make your night count.

As you waited in line at the keg to fill up your cup, the guy behind you spoke up. “You look too good to be hanging around the cut.” He flirted.

Your blood boiled as you turned around to get in this guy’s face. You stopped short once you saw what a nice face it was. You weren’t shallow, just… horny. “Am I now?” You smiled slightly.

He nodded, “Oh yes, too good for North Carolina even. The likes of you belong in Hollywood, babe.”

He had neatly trimmed blonde hair and striking blue eyes. Guess you had a type, after all, you thought fleetingly. 

“Wow, can I get a name, kind stranger?” You flashed your teeth.

“It’s Asher ma’am, and you are?”

You shrugged, handing your cup to the guy near the keg, who handed it back within a second, full. You put your hand on Asher’s cheek, tapping it as one would a small child, “Oh, sweetheart, you gotta earn that.”

Asher’s eyebrows rose, walking with you down the beach. “How might I go about that?” He asked, suggestively.

You smirked. “It’s not how, honey, it’s where.”

And that was all you needed to let this guy rock your world that night.

You woke up alone the next morning in the hammock outside the Chateau, having crashed there after the party. Groaning, you rolled over until you fell on the ground, struggling to pick yourself up. John B appeared out of nowhere, helping you up.

He handed you some water, which you downed immediately, his hand on your back.

“You alright, kid?” He asked. You nodded, “Yeah, I just need a shower like yesterday,” You moaned. 

John B nodded, slapping your shoulder. “Next time don’t drink so much, eh?”

You rolled your eyes, flipping him off as you walked inside. You were heading to the bathroom when you passed John B’s bedroom. You noticed JJ, half-naked and leaning over some blonde on your brother’s bed, his forehead practically touching hers. He noticed you instantly. Some emotion flashed across his face before he glared. “Dude, come on. Get outta here,” he said and you smirked.

“Get some, JJ,” you encouraged, barely dodging the pillow he hurled at you as you shut the door.

As you walked into the bathroom, you couldn’t understand why your stomach lurched when you thought about what JJ was probably doing with that blonde in John B’s bed. You shrugged, it was probably just the alcohol.

That afternoon, you and John B had an appointment with social services, who basically confirmed that you two would be put in foster care after they confirmed that your uncle wasn’t home to look after you two tomorrow.

As John B expected, you didn’t take it well. To your credit, you kept it together in the social worker’s office, but you practically had a meltdown the moment you stepped foot outside.

“How can they just fucking take us away! What did we even do wrong? It’s not our fucking fault Uncle T decided to split! Can’t they see that we’re better off on our goddamn own, John B?!” 

John B shrugged. “Not much we can do, Y/N. It’s the law.” 

At that, your breaths came even faster, “But it’s not fair, John B! What if-What if they split us up?” You were almost hyperventilating now, pulling your own hair.

John B furrowed his eyebrows, pulling you into a hug. “They’re not going to do that. I’m not going to let that happen, Y/N, you hear me?”

You pushed him away from you, “We’ll see, John B.”

The two of you caught a break. Hurricane Agatha came in the same day DCS was supposed to do your assessment. Your mind immediately went to the sick waves that would be forming. You tugged on John B’s shirt, pulling him away from the TV, “Call DCS and call them to reschedule. And then grab your surfboard.” Your grin stretched across your whole face, your eyes probably wild.

John B looked confused, then concerned. “You can’t be serious. There’s a hurricane?”

“Dead serious.” You crossed your arms. “Like you can resist these waves.”

John B shrugged. “Yeah, I’m in.”

The two of you ran out to the ocean, the dark clouds and harsh winds not fazing you, Pope having bailed on you guys, claiming that these weren’t surfable waves. 

As you surfed the waves, constantly getting wiped out due to their sheer size and speed, you couldn’t help the thought: Did a wave like this kill Dad?

John B tried to surf a few waves, but he lacked not only your skill, but also your tenacity. He gave up and simply watched you from his seat on his board. 

When you noticed a clearly fancy boat being tossed around in the waves, you pointed it out to John B, who squinted, trying to make it out. He agreed that it was strange. Who would go out in a storm like this?

The next morning, after surveying the damage that Agatha had caused, John B suggested that you guys go fishing, given the likeliness that there would be a whole lot of fish to catch in the marsh today.

Happy to put off cleaning up for a day and high on the fact that DCS wouldn’t be able to catch a ferry down here for at least a couple of days, you agreed. 

After practically kidnapping Pope from his dad and picking up Kiara, the five of you drove down to the marsh, Pope steering. 

Giggling, you pulled JJ by the hand up to the bow of the HMS Pogue and handed him one of the beers that Kiara had brought. He smirked and held it up along with you as he shouted for Pope to go faster. Pope groaned. “We’ve tried this like six thousand times.”

You shook your head. “I’ve got this. It’s gonna work.”

And it did. Kind of. You and JJ were downing your beers, Kiara complaining that it was getting in your hair. You looked over at JJ from your peripheral and smiled slightly at his silly face, mouth open like a fish as he attempted to get all of the beer that was being hurled out of the bottle.

Until the boat lurched to a sudden stop, catapulting you and JJ into the air. You felt your entire body flip as you fell into the water with a loud crash, water surrounding your ears. You broke the surface immediately, blinking against the sunlight. “Fuuuck,” you groaned.

You felt JJ reach you, wrapping an arm around your waist. “You good?” You nodded at him, resting your hands on his shoulders as you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

John B called out, “You good, Y/N? JJ?”

“I think my heels touched the back of my head,” JJ groaned.

You swam back to the boat, JJ right behind you. “Pope, what did you do?” You asked.

Pope looked as confused as the rest of you guys. “Sandbar. Channel changed.”

As you made it onto the boat, JJ pulled himself up, too, saying, “No shit.”

As your clothes were soaked, you slid your shorts and t-shirt off, leaving you in your teal halter bikini. 

You didn’t miss how JJ’s eyes dragged up your figure, his ears turning pink when he reached your eyes and realized you noticed. 

Biting your lip to keep from laughing, you turned to Pope, who had his eyes on something in the water.

“Guys...I think there’s a boat down there,” He said.

John B scoffed, “Shut up.”

Kie smiled, “No way.”

But Pope didn’t let up, “No, no, guys. I’m serious. There’s a boat down there.”

You all leaned over the side of the boat and sure enough, there was a large shadow, vague, but obviously in the shape of the hull of a boat.

“Holy shit. He’s right; let’s go!” You said, jumping into the water. 

As you swam towards the shadow, you heard Pope muse, “You think there’s a dead body down there?”

You couldn’t stop your subconscious from immediately thinking Dad.

You almost threw up at the thought of stumbling across your own father’s drowned corpse.

But you knew that if that was the case, you would handle it far better than John B. You swam faster, trying to get down there before him.

The five of you made your way to the boat, your eyebrows raising against the water as you saw what kind of boat it was. This was a rich guy’s boat for sure. You recognized it as the boat from yesterday. You all took a peek inside, but couldn’t make out a body. You sighed aloud, bubbles releasing in the water. 

As you guys resurfaced, you all laughed. 

“That’s a Grady-White,” JJ laughed in shock, “A new one of those is like 500 Gs, easy.”

You guys climbed back into the boat. John B gave you a look. “That’s the boat we saw when we surfed the surge. Maybe it hit the jetty or something.”

Kie looked confused. “You surfed the surge.”

You smirked. “Well… I surfed the surge. John B mostly just watched.” Your brother rolled his eyes but he didn’t correct you.

JJ was getting on the boat when he heard you say that and his entire face lit up. “Yeah, that’s my girl, pogue style,” he said, giving you a high-five. 

You grinned back, your stomach involuntarily tumbling at the words my girl.

“Fuck,” you whispered to yourself. Kie noticed, shooting you a look.

You blushed, looking away.

Pope asked, “Wait, wait, do we know who’s boat that is?”

John B opened the hatch on the deck of the boat, looking for the anchor inside. “No. but we’re about to find out.”

JJ shook his head, “Dude, it’s too deep.”

“Only for the weak and feeble, JJ,” John B said.

“Well, I’m not resuscitating you. I’m just making that clear up front.”

You worried that there could still be a body down there. Your father’s body. John B couldn’t see that. Plus, something about the thought of diving felt like a challenge. You took the anchor from John B’s hands. “I’ll go,” You said.

“What the fuck, no Y/N,” said John B.

JJ grabbed your upper arm, “Yeah, not a good idea,” he said.

You shook him off lightly. “I’m doing it,” you insisted.

JJ shrugged. “Well, I wouldn’t mind resuscitating you,” he joked.

You rolled your eyes, “You wouldn’t even know how.”

JJ smirked, “Yeah, but I have experience with-”

Pope interjected as you walked to the edge. “Diver down, fool,” he shook his head in slight disappointment. But then again, when was Pope not disappointed in you?”

JJ came over to you. Looking you hard in the eyes, he gave you a questioning look. You steeled your eyes. “I’m ready.”

He smirked, “You better be.” He gave you a shove on your shoulders, pushing you backwards off the bow of the boat and you could hardly hear him say “Diver down,” and John B say, “The fu-” before the water hit you, swallowing you whole as you quickly sunk with the weight of the anchor.

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