˗ˏˋ outer banks ˎˊ˗

El💕 I get a very chill vibe from your name so here’s a playlist of my fave k-r&b songs! I tried to include more lesser known artists or songs!

hangang — Hoody

give more care less — BIBI

emergency — Vince, Zion.T

nobody — Blue.D, MINO

he ghosted me — SOHLHEE

missed call — Jiselle, Chancellor

runnaway - Hannah Jang

Pairing: jj maybank x kook! reader

Summary: you join jj and john b on a boat ride. You realize you’re getting along better with the pogues than you ever expected. Getting high is a bonus.

Length: 1082 words 

Warnings: canon typical swearing, smoking weed, slow burn

A/N: been feeling down with my writing the last few days and had a hard time writing this but I tried hard to make it fun. I hope it makes you laugh, maybe. But please enjoy <3 that’s what makes it worth to me writing 

Your hair whipped wildly around being you as you sped through the sea grasses and watery channels. You were sat at the back of the boat, John B at the steering wheel and JJ besides him. The captain and his first mate. They talked amongst themselves and shared the occasional laugh. You liked watching them interact, have that deep friendship you knew must be long lasting. It was entertaining and you were chuckling the whole time you were sat behind them, observing amusedly.

Eventually the pogue slowed down and came to a rest in the waters. JJ turned on his heel to face you and lifted the brim of his hat, “This is our usual fishing spot. Days off like this an’ we have nothing better to do right?” He nudged John B who nodded.

He grinned at you and walked over to you, “Now I’m sure you’re not interested in boring ol’ fishing but I have something that might interest you.” 

You raised your brow at him to show he had your attention. He pulled a little roll of white from his pocket and a lighter from the other. He wiggled his brows and smirked, “This, my kooky friend, is the good shit right here. Ever smoked?”

“JJ-” John B scoffed from where he was situating his gear, “She’s a kook, she’s not gonna be smoking weed.” 

You rolled your eyes and barked a laugh, leaning forward towards the boys, “Oh I think you underestimate our kind, Routledge. A lot worse than weed makes its way to our parties, y’know?” 

You took the blunt and JJ lit it for you, sitting besides you with his own roll between his fingers. Your brought the end to your lips and inhaled.

You enjoyed the feeling of smoke tickling your lungs and held it there, the drug working its magic and calming you down. Everything moved a little slower, a little more fluid. Like you were the goop in a lava lamp. The thought make you snort and giggle out loud. 

“Hm?” JJ glanced over at you from the corner of his eye. You turned your head to face the blondie, the image in your head causing a fit of laughter to bubble forth from your lip, 

“What if you’re like, inside a lava lamp, right? And it’s all gooey and swooosh,” you gestured with your blunt-holding hand the wavy movement, “but instead of the lava stuff, it’s you inside the lava lamp and you’re floating around inside it and you’re all squishy. Like your body has no bones or something.” 

JJ rolled his eyes in jest, “That is one of the dumbest things I’ve ever heard. Wouldn’t you drown first? It’s filled with water or something ain’t it?”

That only made you laugh harder and fall back, holding your stomach, taking another drag and blowing out smoke. “No you can breath, it’s fine.”

John B spoke up, “Why are we not questioning how you get in the lava lamp in the first place?” 

“Oh my god! I didn’t even think about that!” You burst out, your stomach starting to hurt from how much you were laughing. 

“Bro, you’re not going to catch anything.” 

“Shut up JJ.”

“Maybe the fish hate you. They can sense your rumbling stomach And desperation from a mile away.”

“Shut up (y/n).”

The pair of you smirked at John B. You had silently made a pact to tease John B. He was sat hunched over by the front of the pogue, fishing rod in hand. It had been an hour since you’d stopped to fish. An hour of poking at the boy, much to your enjoyment and his regret for taking you along. You sighed and slid off your seat onto the floor of the boat, making a wining sound. “Why did you guys take me doing something so boring huh!?”

“Initiation.”

“What the hell? This isn’t a frat dumbass.” 

“Might as well be.” 

“We are way cooler than a frat.”

You laughed and looked up at JJ, who was still sat like a normal person. But you were finding the floor actually fairly comfortable. But maybe that was the weed talking. “There is no way in hell you’re cool.”

He grinned down at you and kicked your side, “We go on adventures, right John B?” The brunette only grunted in reply, very intently watching his fishing line as it bobbed the top of the water. “Like he said. We go on adventures and hang out in abandoned homes. That’s textbook cool.”

“Maybe in a movie from the fucking fifties.” 

“Hey, nothing wrong with the fifties is there?”

“And when have you of all people seen a fifties movie, JJ?”

“...Okay maybe I haven’t but have you seen C.H.U.D?”

“Oh god no-” John B moaned, “Don’t let him get started!”

You closed your eyes and grinned, letting the pair squabble as you pushed more smoke out your lungs. Your finger tips tingled and your head was feeling heavy. You could the boat rocking gently, rising up and down as the tide came in and out. Your mind wandered away, leaving the boat behind. But JJ’s crystalline laugh brought you back to reality swiftly and you smiled to yourself. 

Despite the jokes you were enjoying your day out with the boys. It was unlike any day you’d had before and you wished to do it again. You liked smoking with JJ, wrapped up in his banter. You liked the mediator John B tried and failed to be. You could feel the chemistry you three shared it was unlike what you had with the other kooks. You weren’t so free, so careless with them. Here it felt like you were someone else entirely. You were yourself and not the mask you wore. The mask you convinced yourself you were. 

“I caught one!” John B called out, excitement evident in his voice. You sat up and watched as the boy reeled in his line, the fish brought forth from the waters and landing in the boat. You gaped at the size of the thing. It flopped and wiggled across the surface and JJ was quick to snatch it up by the tail and drop it in a plastic tub full of water. It splashed him and finally settled down.

“Looks like a king mackerel. Nice catch dude.” 

John b wiped off his forehead and readjusted his hat, grinning proudly. “I told you guys I’d catch something good.”

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Prompt: “We had a terrible breakup and now we’re locked in together during a storm and can sit here or finally talk AU” — @dailyau​

Summary: In which you and John B are stuck on a boat together and finally talk after your messy breakup.  

Pairing: John B Routledge x Reader 

Length: 965 words

Warnings: swearing, virginity mentioned, John B is not the hero!

Your hair was soaked, sticking to your skin. In fact, you were wet all over. Your clothes were feeling heavy on your person and your shorts chaffed every step you took. All in all: highly uncomfortable. But that, unfortunately, wasn’t the worst of it. 

You were stuck on the little HMS Pogue with none other than your bitter ex, one John B Routledge. It had been a whirlwind summer romance to rival Shakespeare. But sweet kisses and whispers of growing old together were turned sour, morphed into venom-laced curses and guttural screams. Declarations of true love made way for declarations of hatred and despoilment. 

Despite the messy way it ended you were still loyal, still good. And when John B needed someone to accompany him on his routine fishing trip you raised your hand when others couldn’t. You knew it would be tense and awkward but a small part of you hoped you could make repairs to your relationship.

But it didn’t take long for the universe to interject- a storm had come down on the pair of you before you knew it. It couldn’t be any less than divine disaster. You were far enough out from shore you were rocked by rising waves and pelted by rain in bullet form. John B had done his best to return to land but his impaired senses had ended up hitting the boat on a sandbar and getting you stuck until the storm subsided. 

You had kicked and screamed, feeling that familiar rage for the boy as that fateful night. But you were soon exhausted emotionally, as well as physically, curling up on the end of the boat in a pool of rain water and tears. You didn't care how pruned you would become, how you risked a cold. None of that crossed your mind in your state of hopelessness and fatigue. You had to laugh in spite at how shitty your situation had become so quickly.

John B had thankfully remained quiet post outburst. He was smart enough to keep his mouth shut and take your words in, regret showing in his eyes. 

For the longest time he didn’t admit he had found eyes for another. You gave him your everything only to have it taken for granted. And it wasn’t the fact that he had fallen out of love with you that hurt the most. It was the fact he couldn’t be honest with you. Couldn’t own up to his cowardice and tell it to your face until it got messy and hurtful and angry. 

You had regressed to sniffles and a bit of a runny nose at this point, curling further in on yourself, shivering and wet as the rain continued. You felt a warmth at your back, a solid form press into you. Your skin pricked at the sensation of a hand, the roughness feeling all too familiar. Once he held you so delicately, gave  you pleasure you hadn’t felt before and you blossomed under his touch. But now it made you feel dirty and used, and you wretched, pulling away from his touch. 

He brought his hand back to his lap, looking down, his face shadowed in dark blues and grays like the clouds above. His hair, usually so fluffy and round was flattened to the curves of his skull. “I’m sorry.” Was all he said. And that made you angry.

“I don’t want your apology. I want to be home and fucking dry.” You snipped back at him.

John B’s brow scrunched up and his expression looked pained. His eyes were squinted and he had to raise his voice over the rain. “Look, (y/n), I know you hate my guts but I want to fix this. I fucked up and I regret it so bad and I want to be back together with you. I thought one thing, but it was wrong and I miss you. I miss us.” 

You brought yourself up on your hands, turning your head to face John B, who even while sitting was still much taller than you. You scowled at him, feeling the bile rise in your throat and your stomach churned. “You think I want to be with you? After what you pulled?” You scoffed, “You told me you loved me and I believed you, I truly believed you and I gave you my heart on a silver platter! I thought those days would be the happiest of my life,”

“And I do love you-”

“No!” You cried out, “Let me finish.” You felt desperate, like a wild animal clawing at its cage. You felt such pressure under John B’s gaze and his distorted messed up feelings. His inability to realize his faults and his obsession with this false idea that love was meant to last. 

“I gave you something I can never have back, you took my virginity and you can’t seem to understand the gravity of that! How, for the rest of my life I will regret the fact I wasted it on you!

“But I bet that didn’t even cross your mind, huh? You’re so fucking obsessed with this idea of me you have in your head. Like I’m some doll you can play with- a doll you can toss in the trash and take back out at will because that doll can’t say anything. But guess what, John B? I have a voice and you can’t take that away from me!”

You stood triumphantly and turned your back on John B. You jumped off the side of the boat, diving into the dark water. No matter how far you had to swim you would swim it. You didn’t want to spend another moment when John B when you were ready to move on. Life doesn’t wait on lost love.

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