Summary: Just a sweet little interaction when you and JJ run into each other (literally) at Midsummers before all hell breaks loose
Word Count: 634
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"This shit is so stupid," you mumbled to Kiara, who looked just as miserable as you. You huffed as you watched your fellow Kooks dance and drink and celebrate as though the other side of the island wasn't starving and without power. Neither of you would've been there if you had the choice.
"Tell me about it."
You were wearing a long silky yellow gown that your mom had pretty much forced on you and a small flower crown. Around your neck, a dainty gold chain with a shark tooth that JJ had found you a few weeks ago.
You spent the night sneaking sips—ok, more like gulps—of champagne and wishing that you were anywhere but there. Suddenly you grinned excitedly as you saw the back of a blond haired boy talking to Sarah Cameron.
Your smile faded just as quick as you saw the bruising all over your best friend's face.
"Just read the note," JJ pointed at Sarah and spun around, immediately colliding with you.
"Sorry ma'am— Oh, y/n, wow you uh, you look like a princess, Princess," he said breathlessly, eyes scanning you, an almost bashful smirk spreading across his lips.
"Thanks, Jayj," you smiled widely, warmth spreading across your cheeks.
"Come on, do a spin for me." He twirled his finger in the air.
You giggled and followed his orders, giving him a spin before throwing your arms around him in a tight hug—drawing more than a few curious stares from the Kooks nearby. Everyone knew JJ Maybank, for one reason or another. "Whoah, you and Pope. I'm really feeling the love tonight."
"I'm so happy you're here," you smiled, arms still around his neck, his hands on your hips. "Wait why are you here? And what was that note?"
"Oh, I'll explain later," he chuckled, blushing at the fact that your faces were so close. "You smell like champagne."
You ignored his comment, smile dropping as you realized the extent of his injuries. "More importantly, what the hell happened, Jayj?"
"Yeah, I know, I'm not looking as pretty as you. It's fine, don't worry about it," he smiled, an obvious sadness in his tired blue eyes.
You decided to drop it for now. "Nothing could make you not pretty. But here," you placed your flower crown on his head. "There. That kind of distracts from the bruises and the cuts and..." you gulped nervously as you stared at what you figured his dad had done, but you kept your composure and lightly cupped his cheek. "So handsome."
He gave you a lopsided smile which you returned and for a moment you both forgot about everything going on around you. He really was so handsome, even bruised and beaten.
His eyes drifted down your necklace. "That the tooth I gave you?" He smiled wide as you nodded. He had given the tooth to you at the beach just as a reason to brush his fingers against yours more than anything. He hadn’t expected you to keep it. Hell, he hadn’t expected you to even remember. But you hadn’t just kept it—you’d turned it into something permanent, something you wore out here in the open. As if it was as glamorous and special as all the diamonds the adorned the other kooks necks. A rush of warmth flooded his chest. "You put that on there yourself?"
"My mom's friend with that jewelery store did it for me yesterday." Your breath caught in your throat as he reached out to fiddle with the tooth between his fingers. And then he looked up, blue eyes meeting yours. He looked at you like you were the only person in the room. You could've kissed him right then and there, right in front of all of the judgemental kooks.
But the feeling was short-lived as suddenly his eyes were darting over your shoulder, the happiness replaced with nerves as he saw Rafe and Kelce approaching. He slowly returned the flower crown back to your head.
"Hey, y/n, looking gorgeous as ever," Rafe gave you a cocky grin and then flicked his eyes over to a scowling JJ. "I was wondering if you could get me a Mai Tai."
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“I see the way you look at him — and the way you look at me. Big difference.”
summary: dating the kook prince but dealing with tension that you had with a certain blonde pogue, who’s from the wrong side of the tracks.. yep, what could possibly go wrong?
warnings: none as of rn.
a/n: should i make this a series?????? if you guys want, i'll do it. but I might make one before I do this one. bc I lowkey have a story idea based on "what do I do" by sza, (it'll be a JJ story like always lol sorry), like JJ has a gf (most likely would make her an oc that we cant stand obvi) and you're just his bff, and a whole bunch of other stuff blah blah blahhh enjoy this story tho :)))) i kind of wanna do a series based on just sza songs…
The chandelier light bounced off crystal glasses, laughter spilling across the manicured lawn of Figure Eight’s biggest night. You smoothed your dress — silk, perfect, everything a Kook girl was supposed to wear — and let Rafe’s hand linger heavy on your back as he paraded you around like a trophy.
“See? Told you she cleans up nice,” he bragged to Topper and Kelce, his smirk smug, his voice already sharp from too many glasses of champagne.
You gave a polite smile, but your eyes strayed past the golden arches of the tent — to the gate where the Pogues had slipped in. JJ Maybank stood just inside, tugging at the too-big sleeves of a stolen waiter’s jacket. His blond hair was a little wild, his blue eyes cutting through the crowd like he was daring someone to throw him out. But then his gaze locked on yours.
And stayed there.
You felt your stomach flip, heat curling under your skin. He wasn’t supposed to look at you like that — not here, not when Rafe’s arm was caged around your waist. Still, he did.
“Baby.” Rafe muttered in your ear, dragging you back into the present. “You’re zoning out. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” you lied, forcing another smile. But your gaze flickered back, just for a second. JJ caught it. His lips twitched into the faintest smirk before he turned away, disappearing into the sea of gowns and pressed suits.
Later, when Rafe was distracted arguing with Ward about money, you slipped outside. The night air was cooler, softer, and you finally let yourself breathe. That’s when you heard him.
“Careful, princess. People might start talking if they see you out here alone.”
JJ leaned against the railing overlooking the water, the jacket gone now, just his white button-down rolled at the sleeves. He looked entirely out of place in the Kook fantasy, but somehow he owned it.
Your chest tightened. “JJ. What are you doing here?”
“Crashing, obviously.” His grin was sharp, but his voice softened when he added, “And watching you let Rafe Cameron hang off you like you don’t know better.”
You bristled, half from the truth in his words. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t I?” He stepped closer, eyes burning into yours. “I see the way you look at him — and the way you look at me. Big difference.”
Your breath caught. For a second, the music and laughter from the party blurred into nothing but static. JJ’s hand brushed yours, brief, electric, and you swore he was going to kiss you.
But then a voice cut through the night.
“Y/n!” Rafe’s sharp tone snapped you back. He was storming toward the two of you, jaw tight, suspicion written all over him.
JJ smirked, leaning back casually like he hadn’t just flipped your world on its head. “Guess that’s my cue.” He winked before slipping into the shadows, gone before Rafe reached you.
You stood frozen, heart pounding, knowing that nothing about this summer — or about your feelings — was ever going to be simple again.
Summary: Angela goes back to the outerbanks after many years to visit family and enjoy her holiday. Little did she know how much her life was going to change!
pairing: JJ Maybank x OC
Warnings: mentions of violence, minor graphic details,minor underage drinking
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JJ’s POV:
“You’re like a little rock in my shoe. I shake my foot, think I’ve gotten it out—and dang, there it is again.”
I look up just as Sheriff Peterkin walks in.
“Maybe watch where you’re stepping,” I shoot back.
Ange would’ve laughed at that. She laughs at all the things nobody else does.
I noticed a few tears slip out yesterday when I said goodbye. I hope she slept better than I did—God knows I didn’t.
“That little rock on the back of my heel makes me want to crush it.”
Do I care? Absolutely not.
“Okay.”
Peterkin lists off the charges I’m facing.
“All in the last two weeks—you’re on a roll, chief,” she says.
Yeah, real funny.
“If you think I’m gonna rat anybody out, you’ve got the wrong idea.”
She leans in, voice low and cold.
“I know your little teen brain doesn’t like to think ahead, but I want you to come with me to uncharted territory—the future. How’re you gonna feel six months from now, sitting in juvenile prison in Wadesboro? Don’t think your new girlfriend will be too happy about that.”
My blood boils at the mention of her. Ange.
She won’t even be here in six months, but they don’t know that.
I keep my mouth shut. Smart move. All I want to know is when I can get out and see her again.
Peterkin slides some photos across the table.
I glance at them—yeah, the Square Groupers—but I don’t say a word.
She stands, tone turning low and dangerous.
“My question was, do you know these two?”
I hesitate, searching for the right words.
“They… broke into John B’s house and chased us through the marsh. Other than that, no idea.”
She pushes two more photos toward me, and my stomach twists.
I want to throw up.
“Here’s a more recent one. Somebody gaffed them and used them for chum. What do you think, bullshark?”
Her tone drops even lower.
“Here’s the bad news, chief. Whoever killed these two men is still out there. And I’ve got reason to believe their next target is a friend of yours… John B.”
She pauses for effect.
“You kids don’t think you’re the only ones after the Royal Merchant, do you?”
How the hell does she know?!
“And yeah, I know about that too.”
My pulse spikes. John B.
“Okay, Sheriff Peterkin. I promise you—he’s not involved anymore.”
“So you say. I’m just trying to keep him safe. I want you to tell your friend John B to come in and talk to me. Let’s see if we can keep you out of Wadesboro.”
With that, she walks out, leaving me to slump back in the chair. The weight of it all presses down hard.
I stare at the empty door. John B’s name echoes in my head like a warning bell.
If he’s next… we’re all walking a tightrope with no safety net.
I’m stuck between wanting to protect him—and knowing I might not be able to.
What do I do now?
Simple. Find John B before whoever’s out there does. Get him to talk to Peterkin—maybe there’s a way to keep us all alive and out of Wadesboro.
“The purple one is cute,” I say, nodding toward the dress draped across Kie’s arm. She’s been pacing the room for the last ten minutes, cycling through half her closet like she’s about to walk a runway instead of hit Midsummers.
She holds the dress up against herself, considering. “With the purple flower headband?”
I tilt my head. “Yeah. It suits you.”
And it does — the colour makes her skin glow, and the headband pulls the whole thing together. She’s going to look beautiful.
“What are you wearing?” Kie asks, turning her attention to me.
“I don’t think I’ll be going,” I say, trying to keep my tone light, but the smile I offer her doesn’t quite reach my eyes.
Kie studies me for a beat before saying quietly, “JJ’s going to be okay, Ange. This isn’t his first time, you know.”
How does she always see right through me?
“Yeah, I know,” I admit, twisting my hands in my lap. “But what if he’s not? I can’t shake this feeling — it’s like… he’s not okay until I hear it from him. The longer it takes, the worse it gets.”
The words hang between us, raw and real.
Kie sighs, soft but certain. “Just come to Midsummers. It’ll keep your mind off it. Plus, I need someone there who I actually like — which, by the way, is a very short list.”
Her deadpan delivery breaks through the heaviness, and I can’t help but laugh.
“Okay,” I give in, rolling my eyes. “Guess we’re stopping by mine after to pick out a dress for me — or can I just wear pants?”
“NO!” she yells so dramatically that I burst out laughing again. “Dress only!”
I grin, shaking my head. “Guess it’s time to dust one off. They don’t exactly get much use.”
I walk into Midsummers with my family but quickly break away, scanning the crowd for Kie or Pope. The air smells like salt and champagne — too fancy for what it’s worth — and the soft hum of strings mixes with the chatter of people who think they own this island.
I spot them near Pope’s family’s stall, where the sweet smoke of grilled fish curls into the night. They catch sight of me and wave me over, faces breaking into easy smiles.
“Have either of you heard from JJ?” Pope asks before I can even open my mouth.
Kie and I answer in perfect sync. “No.”
“He’ll be alright,” Kie says, trying for confidence. “The guy’s got the survival instincts of a cockroach.”
Pope exhales sharply, guilt flashing across his face. “It’s all my fault.”
“You didn’t do this, Pope. Topper almost killed you, remember?” I remind him gently, my voice firmer than I feel.
Before either of them can reply, a ripple moves through the crowd — polite clapping, a few forced cheers. We all turn toward the entrance.
A man in a pristine suit and a woman with a headband that could give Lady Liberty a run for her money stroll in like they own the place.
“Here come Lord Capital and the Exploiters,” Kie mutters.
“Who?” I ask, confused.
“Ward and Rose Cameron,” Pope explains. “Sarah and Rafe’s parents — well, stepmom in Rose’s case.”
“Ah, damn,” I say dryly. “Was hoping they’d be more interesting.”
They both snort, and for a moment, it feels normal again.
“I need a drink,” I announce. Kie nods, already leading the way.
We weave through the crowd, stopping briefly to greet my family. I try to play along, smile when expected, laugh at the right cues — but the music and laughter feel distant, like I’m underwater watching the world happen above me.
As I sip my drink, my eyes wander across the crowd. I know he’s not here — JJ would rather dive into a hurricane than come to an event like this — but the worry still gnaws at me.
Where is he right now? Is he okay?
The thought loops endlessly, tightening in my chest until it’s hard to breathe.
“So get this — there’s this guy I really liked before we got here,” Bella says suddenly, her voice breaking through my fog. “Total sweetheart… until he turned out to be a complete asshole.”
Kie laughs politely, but I’m barely listening. My brain registers the words — something about heartbreak and moving on — but my focus drifts again.
And then—
“Look—look, man, I can walk myself.”
That voice.
My head snaps up so fast I almost spill my drink. My pulse jumps.
JJ.
I turn, searching through the clusters of people until I see him — a few tables over, dressed in a white shirt, black vest, and a crooked bow tie that’s more chaos than charm.
But my stomach drops when I take in the rest of him.
What the hell happened to his face?
There’s a bruise blooming along his jaw, a faint cut near his eyebrow, the kind that makes you wonder if it hurts to even smile.
“I got legs, can you see that, brother?” he’s saying, tugging against the grip of a security guard.
Oh god. He’s definitely not supposed to be here.
“I really appreciate what you did for me back there,” he adds, his voice playful, slurred just enough to make my chest tighten.
This is about to get messy.
He hasn’t spotted me yet, and I hesitate — half a second of indecision — before deciding I’ll find him later, talk when things calm down.
But then:
“Mr. Dunleavy, I see you got your drink. Good, that’s really nice of you. I’m actually going to down that.”
JJ.
I can feel the crowd start to buzz — discomfort, judgment, whispers spreading like wildfire.
“It’s okay, everybody! Don’t panic!” JJ calls out dramatically. “Leave it to the men and women in uniform! Let’s hear it for them!”
He starts clapping like he’s at a comedy show, and I can’t help it — a small laugh escapes me. That’s him. That’s JJ.
Then he spots Rose.
“Rose! You look like Lady Liberty!”
Okay, now I’m laughing. Out loud. It slips through before I can stop it — half relief, half disbelief.
Security keeps trying to drag him away, but Kie’s voice cuts through the noise.
“Let go of him! You can’t just boot him!”
“Excuse me, ma’am?” one guard says, frowning.
“Ah, sir, sorry,” Kie corrects quickly.
“This one’s on me — I invited him. He’s my plus one.” Finally, I find my voice and step forward.
JJ’s eyes land on me — blue and bright even under the lights. For a second, the room fades.
He looks me over once, slow, lingering — my black A-line dress, the way the fabric moves when I shift. It hits me that he’s never seen me in something like this before.
And for a heartbeat, I swear he forgets how to breathe.
“Who are you exactly?” the security guard asks, pulling me back to reality.
I could tell him the truth. Or at least, the version that carries weight here. Once I drop that name, there’s no taking it back.
But screw it. If there was ever a time…
“Angela De Luca.”
The words drop like a stone in still water.
“Wait — you’re related to Daniel De Luca?” someone blurts out nearby.
“Yep. He’s my cousin.”
The ripple spreads instantly — whispers, glances, a few impressed murmurs.
Daniel De Luca — the soccer star, global celebrity, everyone’s favourite golden boy. My cousin. He’s the reason my family’s even here tonight.
While the crowd buzzes, JJ uses the distraction to shove the guard back gently, muttering an apology. Then, grinning like a man with a plan, he calls out:
“Hey, mandatory power hour at Rixon’s, girls! Pope, you too. Rixon’s Cove — let’s roll!”
His grin is pure chaos — a little bruised, a little reckless, and somehow still beautiful.
“All right, Kie, come on! Workers of the world, unite! Throw off your chains!”
Kie doesn’t hesitate — she bolts after him. Pope follows, groaning something about losing his mind.
But I stay frozen.
Am I supposed to go? Was that invite meant for me too, or am I just imagining it?
Then Bella nudges my shoulder, nodding toward the beach.
JJ stands there — framed by moonlight, the ocean behind him, arms wide open like an idiot who knows exactly what he’s doing.
“Waiting on you, Angel!” he calls, voice teasing but eyes locked on mine.
I glance toward Papa. He’s watching me quietly, then gives a small nod — permission, encouragement, understanding.
That’s all I need.
I hug him tight, whisper a quick thank you, and then I’m off — running toward JJ, grateful I wore flats.
When I reach him, I don’t think. I just jump into his arms.
He catches me easily — no stumble, no hesitation, like I weigh nothing at all. For half a heartbeat, that does something to me. I’m midsize; I know my body takes up space. But in his arms, it doesn’t feel like too much. It just feels… right.
He spins me once, laughter mixing with the crash of waves before setting me down gently.
For a second, neither of us says anything. He just looks at me — like he’s making sure I’m real — and I see it, the flicker of exhaustion he’s trying to hide behind that grin.
I almost ask what happened, but the words stick in my throat.
Not here. Not yet.
Instead, JJ just takes my hand, threading his fingers through mine, and the warmth of it anchors me.
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a/n: this is my first EVER fiction soo, just hear me out on this it might not be amazing.
fighting, flirting, kisses, not much more so fluff
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I start pacing back and forth in my room. “JOHN B!” I holler hoping he’d hear me as I hear a low groan. I watch the door knob twist and JJ shows around the corner.
“He’s not here, cupcake.” I roll my eyes. “Can you help me find a dress to wear?” I watch as JJ smirks and grabs two SHORT dresses and throws them on the bed. “One of those.”
I bite my lip and glare over at JJ. “… that’s appropriate for midsummers.” JJ pouts and grabs my favorite dress. “You like this one, right?” I nod, and smile before slipping into the bathroom and changing.
“JJ can you help zip this up please.” he slowly drags himself over and I feel his cold hands touch my back before helping zip the dress.
“You look pretty.” I smile at JJ, before walking back to my room and finish getting ready. All of this because they want me to go undercover.
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I slowly walk over to grab another drink as I feel someone's hands wrap around my waist. “J-” I quickly get cut off. “Wrong, but on that note where is he?” Rafe. AmAzInG.
“Rafe?” I can feel him gaze down at me. “Yes, where is he princess?”
I watch JJ walk inside with Kelce, Topper and the other random kooks trailing him.“Rafe, don’t.”
Rafe pushes me back a bit before following after them. “JJ! COME Here!”
I start pacing after Rafe and his crew, before bumping into JJ. “What the fuck is happening?”
JJ shrugs before picking me up and walking out of the building, “John B, Pope. Come on Kie, you know you want to.”
They all start to follow behind us as I rub the cut on JJ’s cheek. “What happened?” I say as he winces back.
“kooks can pack a punch.” JJ grins and shrugs. “JJ!” I groan and kiss his cheek before kissing his lips.
