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𝓽𝓮𝔁𝓽𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓳𝓳 𝓶𝓪𝔂𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓴 — 1 | bsf fwb ver (but maybe more🌚)
fwb!jj maybank x fwb!fem!reader, outerbanks x fem!reader
↳ 𝓽𝔂𝓹𝓮 — fluff, slight hints of nsfw
↳ 𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 — unhinged texts between jj maybank and fem reader p1
↳ 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ❗️ — swearing, hints of sex
↳ 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 — reader is all race inclusive • first text post hope you guys like, my beautifuls🫶🫶 • inspo from pinterest btw
𝐵𝐴𝐵𝑌'𝑆 𝐺𝑂𝑇 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐵𝐸𝑁𝐷𝑆
burn and shine ch. 13/? explicit; angst; jj maybank x rafe cameron; implied/referenced childhood sexual abuse, hand jobs, choking, drunk sex, flashbacks, PTSD
JJ needs a ride home.
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Rank each obx actors performance based on believability and consistency of their performances.
1. drew obviously but hes also been acting the longest of the main cast. i think s4 was the weakest for him along with everyone else (except jd funny enough he rlly shines in s4) so i rlly dont put it on him. seeing rafes breakdown from s1-s2 was a joy to watch we go in expecting a smarmy rich frat boy which he is but theres just something oddly unsettling about him from the moment he pulls the golf club on pope. s2 is said to be his best season for good reason but mannnnnn s1 seeing him devolve into this pathetic trembling child is fuckin great. wish he didnt get spayed and neutered.
2. tied between rudy and madelyn ik ppl like to talk abt ‘seriousness’ as a marker of good scting but the formers comedic timing is like unparalleled, great physicality like jj buzzes on screen and tbh hes very good at the quiet anger moments and scenes with luke always hurt to watch bc him and gary play off each other amazingly and the latter does so much with so little sarah could easily be a character ppl dont sympathize with but she managed to transcend the great evil of female characters (being a cheater) and still be well loved. also very funny, but theres a reason ppl love distraught sarah cameron she plays haunted and traumatized so well like dear god. both of them put their hearts on screen in a very similar way. i think they both do great at breaking the archetypes of their characters and creating something compelling
3. jd like really truly the heart and soul of obx the balance of his sardonic know it all humor with a genuinely sweet and earnest performance he doesnt get enough credit for how much he acts with his eyes theres a whole world there. s4 he really shined even if i hated the scene where he shoots the guy who killed terrance. idk hes such a joy to watch when he hurts you hurt, when he laughs you laugh and ofc his chemistry with rudy in the early seasons is amazing you get the sense these two people have known each other their whole lives. i love jd i love pope hes really stepped up into being the pseudo lead of the show in my opinion. thats why i really think if it was about him to begin with he could handle it no problem.
4. controversial but ill say chase is actually like. superb as john b. its really odd bc hes not a good actor but who else is john b you know? so yeah hes number for because its this weird contradiction where hes not very good esp in comparison to others but hes VERY good as john b. but i also think he partially got nerfed by writing as his character got more bland as seasons went on but s1 john b is very lively. but as time goes on he phones it in heavyyyyy like who gaf. survives on charisma.
5. laci unfortunately doesnt have much to do. they dont give cleo much depth or character shes kinda building her from the ground up however she is someone who doesnt get credit for how funny she is. and i love her in scenes where cleo gets to be what i think her true self is: kinda awkward, heart on her sleeve, and funny. like i think her “performance” as someone tough like when they kidnapped sarah only to drop it when john b is like ? girl get out my way is very funny. weak in the more perilous scenes.
6. madison is another odd case because shes not good but she started out promising. was always sorta the weakest but in the beginning it could greatly be chalked up to Girl Writing in which the writers dont know how girls who are mostly friends with boys actually act and she was sort of a pastiche of that trope? but she did okay with what she had but her face has always been her weak point she doesnt emote well and her physicality is kinda bland. but as time goes on its like hard to watch. ppl blame the bts drama but its like sure it plays a part but theres a clear difference between her and rudy bc hes trying and shes like “go girl give us nothing”. like shes clearly over it and i get it! trust! but damn 😭 shes just not good. we know shes not good. and we see that even in time cut she has one face and she sticks to it
𝕁𝕁 𝕄𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝔽𝕚𝕔 ℝ𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤
if you just saw my rafe cameron fic recommendations post...yeah. So while I was going back in time to find my favorite rafe fics...I saw so many jj ones too. Idk, I love them both, so why not give jj his own fic recommendations list?
If you don't see some of your favorite jj maybank fics, feel free to send them in!!! I'd love to include as many writers as possible!! <3
(we are not gonna talk about how my husband is dead, just watch he will pull a ward cameron)
anyways, enjoy these delicious fics <3
𝙟𝙟 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙠 (𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣)
house sitting 18+ @snowluvvie (im js a girlllll)
john b asked you to housesit while he ran off to do some bullshit—you specifically, no one else, cause he was sooo sure anybody else would do something stupid and make all his cabinet doors fall off. That being said, when JJ dropped by for the first time when you were diligently watching the house, you should’ve known something was up.
his favorite meal 18+ @lustfelts (I KNOW THATS RIGHT)
jj maybank would win an olympic medal for pussy eating if it was a competition.
using you 18+ @harringtonsugar (cant even put into words how much i love this.)
jj is stuck in a whirlwind taking form of some sort of relationship with you. he wants more, but you won’t commit. can jj bring himself to walk away? loosely written based on the song ‘using you’ by mars argo.
mr. sandman 18+ @outermaybanks (hopefully i'll dream abt this tonight)
mr. sandman - kinktober day one - somno + JJ
thigh riding 18+ (#NEEDTHAT)
jj cums in his boxers to his pretty girlfriend riding his thigh <3
𝙗𝙛!𝙟𝙟
texting bf!jj @rafesproperty (obsessed w these!!!)
bf!jj with anxious!reader @seasprincess (i jst wanna marry him)
anxious!reader has many different coping mechanisms when dealing with anxiety. And JJ would know all about them.
face sitting w munch!jj 18+ (im screaming)
jj had tried convincing you all day to sit on his face, you were afraid of suffocating him, or even more so you were afraid he wouldn't like it, and would regret asking.
𝙗𝙨𝙛!𝙟𝙟
3 times jj kissed you + 1 time you kissed him @r4di0h3ad (*giggles and jumps up and down*)
the first time, you were 14.
you had moved to the outerbanks at the beginning of your 7th grade year, terrified out of your mind.
just practice 18+ @r4di0h3ad (okay so hear me out, listen to haunting by halsey while reading this it was heaven. holy fuck)
you have a date coming up and you still haven’t lost your virginity, so you go to your best friend in the hopes he will help you out and save you from embarrassment
thank me later 18+ (sighs........*bites lip*)
pervy bsf! jj x innocent reader warnings: mdni, oral sex (fem recieving), pet names, soft dom! jj, sub! reader, orgasm denial.
𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙧!𝙟𝙟
no inhibition, no fear! 18+ (im so obsessed w this! one of the first jj fics I ever read)
your friends bet you'd never be brave enough to go and get your clit pierced, much to their misfortune, you were (considering you needed that betting money to pay rent). turns out though, you were just a little less brave than you thought you were - good thing your piercer, jj, knew just the trick to loosen you up.
𝙚𝙭!𝙟𝙟
double jeopardy 18+ @anon-188 (this was so insanely hot 🥵)
jj. rafe. both your exes. both secretly promised the same thing: win the enduro, win you. but when the race ends in a crash and they show up outside your house, fists clenched and egos bruised, you decide to let them settle it another way…
my outer banks masterlist <3

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The Walking Dead: The Year Between
Part 22
Loss
Pairing: Bsf!JJ Maybank x Reader
Warnings: Injuries, nightmares, anxiety attacks
Word Count: 4,700
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You find a river just as the sun starts to feel too hot on your shoulders.
It’s shallow, slow and clear enough that you can see sand and smooth stones lining the bottom. The sound of it alone makes your head ache a little less.
You don’t hesitate before you toe off your boots, peel your clothes completely off and step into the cool water. When you glance back and catch JJ looking at you, you don’t tease this time. You just smile, heat creeping up your cheeks.
He huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head like he can’t believe you, and starts tugging his own shirt over his head.
The Walking Dead: The Year Between
Part 19
Too Far Gone
Pairing: Bsf!JJ Maybank x Reader
Warnings: Human deaths, gore
Word Count: 3,400
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3 days later.
The coughing is still there but softer and way less constant. The meds are actually doing something. Fevers are breaking. People are sitting up instead of lying still or shaking violently.
When Pope comes to your cell that night he studies you for a long second.
“You’re stable,” he says finally. “No fever. Lungs sound clearer. You can leave isolation — but you still gotta take it easy.”
Your heart jumps. “Really?”
He nods, smiling. “Don’t push it.”
You hug him. "Thank you. For everything."
He hugs you back. "Of course."
You glance across the hall at Carmen. She’s propped up on her cot, reading with a lantern beside her, pale but a little less so. No tube. No panic in her eyes.
“I’ll see you soon,” you tell her, stepping carefully out of your cell.
She grins weakly, looking up from her old magazine. “Go get your man.”
You scoff. “Shut up.”
Pope snorts.
“I’m serious.”
“Later, Carmen.”
“Later, idiot.”
The Walking Dead: The Year Between
Part 17
Isolation
Pairing: Bsf!JJ Maybank x Reader
Word Count: 1,550
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The sickness spreads faster than fear — and that’s saying something.
By nightfall, half of Cell Block D has a fever, is dying or is dead.
By early morning, Cell Block A is a makeshift sickbay.
People stop standing too close to each other. Meals are quieter and all outside. Conversations are cut off when someone clears their throat. Everyone is watching everyone. Everyone tries to stay at least six feet apart.
JJ doesn’t sleep after taking you to Pope and Herschel in isolation.
He tries. He showers then sits on the edge of his cot. Runs hand after hand through his hair. Stands. Paces. Sits again. Stares at the wall.
He pulls his bandana up over his mouth and disinfects your room for when you come back.
He tries not to think about the fact that there's a chance that you might not.
The Walking Dead: The Year Between
Part 13
It Follows
Pairing: Bsf!JJ Maybank x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of SA, PTSD, injuries, masturbation, graphic descriptions of past sexual experiences, human death
Word Count: 5,700
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You sleep for almost ten hours.
Morning comes softly and for a few seconds, it’s almost peaceful.
JJ wakes up first with a warm weight against his chest. His arm is numb from being curled around you all night.
He blinks slowly at the ceiling, brain foggy and heavy with sleep, not remembering yesterday for one fragile moment.
He just knows you’re there.
And then he shifts slightly and begins to feel the pain spread through his face and body.
݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ masterlist !
✿ : fluff , ꩜ : angst , ✮ : suggestive , ✗ : smut
rafe cameron
no one knows — ex!rafe x reader ꩜
ticket to hell. — bsfbrother!rafe ✮
save a horse, ride a cowboy. — bf!rafe x reader ✮
not forever, though! — bf!rafe x crybaby!reader ✿
bad date gone right? — bsf! rafe x reader ✿/✮
forgettable. — mean!rafe x reader ꩜
unknown awaits — bsfbrother!rafe x reader ✿
take me away — bf!rafe x reader ✿
better addiction — bf!rafe x reader ✮
tbh — rafe x reader ꩜
bloody kisses — bf!rafe x reader ✿
hooked — bf!rafe x reader ✗
back to me — ex!rafe x reader ꩜
my bad! — husband!rafe x clingy!reader ✿
drew starkey
oops! — drew starkey x actress!reader ✿
such a funny way — drew starkey x noncelebrity!reader ꩜
jj maybank
consequences — bf!jj x reader ✿
literal — jj x reader ✮
jj maybank & rafe cameron
deranged: the impossible (a series, completed)
— bf!jj x kook!reader x fiancé!rafe ꩜
summary: what happens when all you've ever wanted is to be with jj, but your parents had arranged you in a marriage with rafe?
part1 , part2 , part3 , part4 , part5
🌺 divider creds :— @suupersonic , @bronzewasp

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Where The Tide Leads Pt 2:
JJ finds himself caught between the stakes of protecting the Pogues and the prospect of his new family with YN and his unborn child.
The silence in the studio apartment was louder than the sirens JJ had been dodging for weeks. It was a thick, honey-slow quiet that tasted of YN’s vanilla perfume and the dusty sunlight dancing in the air.
JJ didn't move. He couldn't. His hand was still pressed against the curve of her stomach, his palm catching the rhythmic, insistent thrum of a second heartbeat. His heartbeat. Well, half of it. The other half was currently trying to punch its way through his ribs.
"JJ," Kie’s voice was a low tether, pulling him back to the reality of the grime under his fingernails and the blood on his shirt. "We have to move. That guard... he’s not an idiot. He’s going to circle the block. If he sees the van, or if he realizes three teenagers don't just vanish into a wall of hibiscus..."
JJ’s blue eyes snapped up, momentarily feral. The protective instinct didn't just flicker; it roared to life, a white-hot furnace in his chest. "He’s not coming up here," JJ said, his voice dropping into a register that made Pope shift uncomfortably. "Nobody touches this door."
YN reached up, her soft fingers covering his trembling ones. "JJ, she’s right. You’re a lightning rod for trouble right now. If they find you here, they find me. And if my aunt sees you..." She trailed off, a flicker of that old Kook-world anxiety crossing her face. "She’s been good to me, but she’s terrified of my father. If she thinks I’m harboring a fugitive, she’ll call the police to 'save' me."
"Save you from me?" JJ let out a harsh, jagged laugh. He looked around the room—the crib in the corner, still flat-packed in a box, the soft yellow yarn of a half-finished blanket on the sofa. It was a life. A real, soft, safe life. "I’m the one who needs to save you. I’m the one who... God, YN. I have nothing. I’m living in a shipping container when I'm not running for my life. I have a gun in my waistband and a price on my head."
He pulled his hand back as if he’d been burned. The realization was a physical blow. He wasn't a father; he was a liability.
"Don't do that," YN whispered, reaching for him again, but he stood up, pacing the small space like a caged predator.
"Do what? Face facts?" JJ turned to Pope and Kie. "We’re chasing a cross. We’re chasing gold. But look at this! Look at her!" He gestured wildly at YN. "That’s not a treasure map, Pope. That’s a person. That’s my person."
Pope stepped forward, his expression a mix of awe and his usual analytical dread. "JJ, we know. But that’s exactly why we can’t stay here. If Ward or Limbrey get wind that you have a weakness—a real one—they won't just hunt you. They’ll use her. You know how they play."
The blood drained from JJ’s face. The thought of Ward Cameron’s cold, calculating eyes landing on YN’s pregnant form made his stomach turn. He looked at YN, really looked at her. She looked exhausted. There were faint circles under her eyes that hadn't been there a year ago. She had been carrying this weight—literally and figuratively—alone.
"I’m not leaving you again," JJ said, his voice cracking. "I’ll sleep on the stairs. I’ll hide in the crawlspace. But I am not letting you out of my sight."
"JJ, be realistic," Kie argued, though her eyes were shining with uncharacteristic softness. "We need to get to a safe house. We need to get her to a safe house. If your aunt’s shop is compromised, we take YN with us. To the Chateau. Or the marsh."
"The marsh?" YN asked, a small, brave smile twitching on her lips. "In my third trimester? JJ, I can barely navigate a flight of stairs without getting winded. I don't think I’m Pogue-swamp-ready."
JJ crossed the room in two strides, falling to his knees in front of her chair. He took both of her hands in his, his thumbs stroking the backs of her knuckles with a desperate, frantic devotion. "I’ll build you a palace in the trees. I’ll steal every air conditioner in the county. Just... please. Don't let me walk out that door and leave you behind again. I thought I’d lost you to the Bahamas. If I lose you to this..." He choked on the word. "I won't survive it."
A heavy thud sounded from the shop below. The muffled chime of the sunflower-yellow door.
The four of them froze. JJ’s hand flew instinctively to the small of his back, his fingers brushing the cold metal of his tucked-away pistol.
"YN? Are you up there, sweetie?"
YN’s face went pale. "It’s my Mom. She’s early."
"Hide," YN hissed, pointing toward the small bathroom. "Go! Now!"
JJ hesitated, his eyes locked on hers, the pull of a thousand unspoken apologies and promises keeping him anchored.
"Go, JJ," she whispered, her voice urgent. "I’ll handle her. Just stay quiet."
As the Pogues scrambled into the cramped bathroom, JJ was the last one through the door. He paused, looking back at YN as she smoothed her dress over her stomach and picked up a book, trying to look like a girl who hadn't just had her world upended by a boy with salt in his hair and a target on his back.
Closing the door, JJ pressed his forehead against the wood, listening to the creak of the floorboards outside. He was trapped in a four-by-four room with a toilet and a shower curtain, while the woman he loved—the mother of his child—stood on the other side, lying to protect him.
The gold didn't matter. The Cross didn't matter. For the first time in his life, JJ Maybank didn't want to be a Pogue. He didn't want to be a legend or a rebel. He just wanted to be the man who deserved to hold that second heartbeat.
"She’s yours," he whispered to himself, the words a silent vow in the dark. "And I'm never letting the tide take you away again."
The bathroom was a suffocating box. JJ stood pressed against the door, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against the wood. Beside him, Kie was holding her breath so hard her face was turning red, and Pope looked like he was vibrating with pure, unadulterated anxiety.
Through the thin door, the floorboards outside groaned. It was a sharp, clicking heel. Purposeful. Expensive.
"YN? Why is the shop door unlocked?"
JJ’s blood turned to ice. He knew that voice. It was the voice that had told him he was "scum from the cut" through the window of a Range Rover three years ago. It was YN’s mother.
"Mom? What are you doing here? I thought you were in Figure Eight for the fundraiser," YN’s voice was steady—impressively so—but JJ could hear the tremor underneath. The "Kook mask" was slipping.
"The gala was moved. I decided to come check on your progress. You look... tired, darling. The swelling in your ankles is getting worse. You really shouldn't be working in this heat." There was a pause. JJ could almost see the woman’s eyes scanning the room, picking apart the disarray. "And why are there muddy footprints on the rug? This looks like... marsh mud."
JJ felt Kie’s hand grip his arm. Her nails dug into his skin, a silent warning.
"I was out back in the garden, Mom. It’s been raining," YN lied.
"The garden is gravel, YN. Don't be dim." The footsteps moved closer to the bathroom door. "And what is that smell? It smells like... cheap cigarettes and sweat. Is there someone here?"
"No! Mom, wait—"
The handle jiggled. JJ’s hand went to the gun in his waistband, his knuckles white. If that door opened, his life as he knew it was over. He wasn't just a thief or a Pogue anymore; he was a threat to the "purity" of a Kook family. He looked at the small window above the shower. It was too small for all three of them to fit through quickly.
"The door is stuck, Mom! The plumbing is acting up again, I was just about to call a—"
BAM.
A heavy, metallic thud echoed from the shop downstairs. It wasn't a footstep. It was the sound of the front glass door being kicked open.
"We know they’re in here!" a man’s voice roared from below. It was the security guard from before, but he wasn't alone. "Check the back! Check the upstairs!"
The tension in the room didn't just break; it shattered.
"YN, who is that?" her mother shrieked, her voice rising in a pitch of pure terror.
JJ didn't wait anymore. He threw the bathroom door open, startling YN’s mother so badly she fell back against the floral armchair, her designer handbag spilling across the floor. Her eyes went wide, landing on JJ—his messy hair, his bruised face, the raw desperation in his blue eyes.
"You," she breathed, her face twisting in a mask of disgust and horror. "You're supposed to be dead. Or in jail."
"Nice to see you too, Mrs. L," JJ snapped, but his eyes were on YN. He grabbed YN’s hand, pulling her toward the center of the room. "We gotta go. Now."
"JJ, the stairs are blocked!" Pope yelled, leaning over the banister. "Two of them are coming up the front!"
"The fire escape," YN said, her face set in a look of grim determination JJ had never seen before. She pointed to a window behind the kitchenette. "It leads to the alley behind the hardware store."
"YN, you cannot go with him!" her mother screamed, scrambling to her feet, reaching for YN’s arm. "Look at him! He’s a criminal! He’ll get you killed, he’ll get that baby killed!"
JJ stopped. He turned back, his face inches from the woman who had spent months trying to erase him. "I’m the only one in this room who actually gives a damn about what she wants," he hissed. "You sent her away to hide her like a shame. I’m taking her because she’s my whole world."
"JJ! They're hitting the door!" Kie yelled.
The sound of boots splintering the wood of the downstairs door sent them into motion. JJ kicked the window frame, the old wood groaning as it swung open to the salty, humid air of the alley.
"Pope, you first! Kie, go!" JJ commanded. He turned to YN, his hands shaking as he helped her onto the ledge. "I've got you. I've got both of you. I promise."
"I know you do," she whispered, her eyes locking onto his.
As they scrambled down the metal slats of the fire escape, the sound of the apartment door being kicked in echoed above them. JJ looked up one last time to see YN’s mother standing at the window, her face a pale moon of fury and defeat.
They hit the pavement of the alley just as a black SUV screeched to a halt at the entrance.
"Into the van!" JJ yelled, pointing toward the Pogue-mobile idling two blocks away where they’d stashed it.
He didn't look back. He ran with one hand on YN’s waist, shielding her, his body a living barricade between his past and the only future he had ever wanted. The gold was gone. The Cross was lost. But as he shoved the van into gear and felt YN’s hand grip his thigh, JJ knew he’d finally won the only heist that mattered.
The Pogue van groaned as JJ slammed it into gear, the tires screaming against the asphalt of Morehead City. Behind them, the black SUV lunged forward, a predator sensing its prey was slipping away.
"Get down!" JJ yelled, his hand never leaving YN’s knee.
Kie and Pope huddled in the back among the tangled fishing nets and empty soda cans. YN leaned as far back as her belly would allow, her breath coming in short, sharp hitches. JJ’s knuckles were white on the wheel, his eyes darting between the rearview mirror and the narrow streets ahead.
"They're gaining, JJ!" Pope cried out, bracing himself as the van swerved violently around a delivery truck.
"I know, I know!" JJ’s teeth were gritted. He wasn't driving for himself anymore. He wasn't driving for a thrill. Every bump in the road made his heart stop, terrified of the jolts to YN and the baby.
He took a hard left, cutting through a vacant lot, the van bouncing over gravel and weeds. The SUV tried to follow but clipped a concrete pylon, its front bumper peeling away like tinfoil. It slowed JJ’s pursuers down just enough for him to vanish into the maze of the shipping docks.
After twenty minutes of doubling back through side streets and hiding behind a wall of rusted shipping containers, the silence finally returned. The roar of the engines was replaced by the distant, rhythmic clanging of buoys and the cry of seagulls.
JJ cut the engine. He slumped back into the seat, his chest heaving. The silence was deafening.
"Is everyone... is everyone okay?" he rasped, his voice sounding like he’d swallowed glass.
"We’re okay," Kie whispered from the back, her hand resting on Pope’s shoulder. Both of them looked shaken, their eyes wide as they stared at the back of JJ’s head.
JJ turned to YN. She was pale, her hand still clutched over the swell of her stomach, but her eyes were steady. She reached out, her fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw.
"My mom," she started, the word catching in her throat. "She’ll never stop looking. You know that, right? She’ll think she’s doing the 'right thing' by trying to find me."
JJ took her hand, bringing it to his lips. He kissed her knuckles, his eyes burning with a fierce, protective light. "Let her look. We’re Pogues, YN. We’re ghosts. We know every marsh, every hole-in-the-wall, and every hidden dock from here to the Keys. She can have her country clubs and her fundraisers. I have you. And I have her."
He looked down at her stomach, his expression softening into something so tender it made Kie turn away to give them a moment of privacy. "I’m sorry she saw you like that. I’m sorry I’m the reason your life just got ten times harder."
YN shook her head, a small, sad smile on her lips. "She didn't see me, JJ. She saw a reputation she wanted to protect. You’re the only one who actually sees me."
JJ leaned in, resting his forehead against hers. "We’re getting out of here. No more gold. No more Cross. Just us."
Three months later, the world was a different color. It wasn't the metallic grey of the docks or the neon glare of the Kook-side shops. It was green. Deep, lush, Outer Banks green.
They were in a small, stilt-house tucked so far into the marsh that the only way to find it was by knowing exactly which winding creek to follow. The air smelled of salt and jasmine.
Inside, the low hum of a battery-powered fan cut through the humidity. JJ sat on the edge of the bed, his hair tied back, looking older than his years but lighter than he had ever been. In his arms, wrapped in a soft, faded yellow blanket, was a tiny, miracle-sized bundle.
YN watched them from the pillows, her face glowing with a peace that no Kook mansion could ever provide.
"She has your eyes," YN whispered, reaching out to brush a finger against the baby’s velvet-soft cheek.
JJ looked down at the infant. She was perfect. She was a clean slate. She didn't know about Ward Cameron, or the gold, or the man her father had been before she arrived. She only knew the warmth of his chest and the sound of his voice.
"She’s the only good thing I’ve ever made," JJ murmured, his voice thick with awe.
"She’s not a thing, JJ. She’s our daughter," YN corrected gently. "Did you decide? On the name?"
JJ looked out the window at the water, where the sun was hitting the tide, making the surface of the marsh glitter like a thousand scattered jewels. He thought of the treasures people killed for, the things buried in the dirt, and then he looked at the girl in his arms.
"Pearl," JJ said softly. "Because she’s something precious that grew from a lot of grit. And because she’s the only treasure I ever actually needed to find."
Pearl shifted in her sleep, her tiny hand curling around JJ’s thumb. For the first time in his life, JJ wasn't running. He was home.
Sleep Aid
Pairing: Bf!JJ Maybank x Reader
Summary: JJ fucks you to sleep
Warnings: Smut, somno/sexual acts performed on a sleeping person (Consent is given prior)
Word Count: 1,400
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JJ wakes to the glow of your phone lighting up the room. For a second he just watches you—curled on your side, hair messy, watching some silly video on mute with the captions on.
He lifts his head slightly. “Hey,” he murmurs, voice low and rough from sleep. “You can’t sleep again?”
You jump a little, then relax when you realize it’s him. You shake your head. “No. I tried. My brain won’t shut up.”
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to anyone reading this: be proud of yourself for continuing on— even when you thought you couldn’t hold on any longer. I see you, I love you, and I am routing for you every step of the way.
That’s My Scotty❤️

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