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astrid 18+ bisexual they/she currently obsessed with jj maybank and choso heybank truther always active, or never active and no in between
˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ currently viewing: jj maybank, john b routledge, outerbanks, choso, jujutsu kaisen, chainsaw man, steve harrington, stranger things, and many more
lwk had a dream where there was a separate obx show that was more mature and darker, like a reboot. and i was like ‘i love ff writers who use this instead of the original’ and the tags were #ftmjj #jjluke #kiarakillingbarry
warnings: super short im sorry, i know nothing about how americas system works so honestly i just made shit up so just ignore the inaccuracy please and thankyou, one use of y/n.
word count: 1k
a/n: it’s been awhile… do u guys even remember this fic 🥲
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JJ had spent plenty of time locked up. His first arrest was when he was thirteen and he’d stolen a bike from a Kook who had made a racist remark to Pope. Of course they hadn’t gotten into trouble, just him. He learnt fairly quickly that that was how it was always going to work in the Outerbanks. The cops were corrupt, a Kook could get away with just about anything without even a slap on the wrist but if JJ even looked at someone the wrong way he’d end up on his back.
He should’ve known that Topper was a damn snitch.
John B had yelled, you’d got out the car and followed after JJ who was as calm as ever to try and meditate the situation but nothing would work. Topper was pressing charges and nothing you or John B said could change that. JJ had been taken away in the car, Shoupe had the decency to look a little guilty. He’d heard what you were explaining; that Topper was going to hit you. But he was as corrupt as ever and JJ was getting locked up.
“This is fuckin’ stupid, Shoupe,” JJ complained for the third time in the last ten minutes. They were sat in an office, he’d finally had the cuffs taken off of him after an hour of waiting around.
“Topper’s nose is broken, seems pretty straight to me. Multiple witnesses of you beating him up at your place of work,” Shoupe responded.
JJ huffed, rolling his eyes as he looked away. “You weren’t there. You didn’t see what he was gonna do to Y/N.”
“And what was that?” Shoupe asked. The fact he didn’t sound even a little curious showed JJ it didn’t matter. It wouldn’t matter if he’d tried to set you on fire or throw you off a building, why would it matter if he’d tried to hit you? He stayed silent. “That’s what I thought. Look, JJ, you’re an adult now. You can be tried as an adult. You’re lookin’ at over 10 grand and we both know you don’t have that kind of money.”
“10 thousand dollars?” JJ scoffed. “I broke his nose, not his entire face.”
“The ambulance, er bills, he’s gonna need surgery. It all adds up,” Shoupe explained.
“An ambulance?” JJ snorted.
“I’ve talked to Topper myself and he’s said this has been an ongoing thing for years and it needs to come to a halt. You need to leave him alone,” Shoupe lectured.
“Me? You’ve gotta be shittin’ me, man. That kid tortured me and my friends for years,” JJ argued.
“You’re not gonna get locked up, okay? He doesn’t want you locked up, surprisingly. But he wants the money, and if you can’t pay it then you’re lookin’ at doing time,” Shoupe sighed.
“Well, how long have I got?” JJ huffed. It didn’t matter. He could be given ten years and he still wouldn’t have a spare ten grand laying around.
For the first time ever, JJ thought there was a chance he may actually be getting locked up.
“That’ll be between you and him,” Shoupe responded. “Do you understand these terms?”
“Yeah, I understand,” JJ muttered bitterly. “Guess I’ll be seein’ you soon, then?”
“You’re lucky that girl followed you down here and paid the bail, or you’d be stayin’ the night,” Shoupe sighed. That girl? JJ raised an eyebrow. “Her father would be disappointed if he knew that was what she was spending her money on.”
JJ was led out, and waiting for him in reception was none other than you and John B. John B looked stressed out, hands tugging on his hair, pacing around the room. You, on the other hand, sat with your leg crossed over the other looking as bored as ever.
“What have I told you about hittin’ the wrong people?” John B hissed as soon as JJ had gotten close enough for him to be grabbed by the shirt.
“Take the bitch fight outside,” you reprimanded, standing up.
“You paid my bail?” JJ questioned, eyes narrowed. The two of you had been getting along well recently, but that didn’t mean he expected you to spend money on him. Especially when it was a waste, he’d be back in soon enough thanks to Topper.
“John B looked close to a heart attack. I’d rather pay that than have a mourning Sarah Cameron on my hands,” you shrugged.
“I’ll pay you back,” JJ stated. He’d try, although there was a chance he never would be able to.
“I don’t care about money. Take it as a thankyou for saving my face,” you shrugged.
The three of you walked outside, your car was parked down the steps; JJ figured you hadn’t let John B drive in his state of panic. “What’d they say?” John B asked nervously.
“Ten grand,” JJ muttered. “Hospital bills.”
“Fuck me,” John B gasped.
“Yep.”
“We don’t have ten grand, JJ,” John B stated bluntly.
“Damn, really? Here I was thinking we were made of money. I know we don’t have ten grand!” JJ argued, voice raising.
“We could ask Kiara? Or Sarah?” John B suggested, starting to pace once again. JJ was used to it by now, it was his go-to whenever he was panicking but didn’t want to show it.
“I’m not taking that much of your new girlfriend. Kiara has money, but not that much. Besides, I’m pretty sure her parents wouldn’t be too happy and would probably call the cops and say I stole it,” JJ muttered. “I’ll— I'll work it out, a’ight? I’ll talk to Topper-”
“Oh, you’re going nowhere near Topper! You stay away from him,” you chimed in, digging your finger into his chest.
“What other option have I got? Not all of us can afford a new designer handbag every damn week!” JJ shouted. You didn’t flinch, just stared back at him unimpressed and irritated. That was worse than you yelling back at him. Now he just felt embarrassed, he assumed that was your intention.
“I’ll drop the two of you home,” you stated, unlocking your car to climb in the drivers side. John B got in quickly, JJ hesitated but one look from you told him if he didn’t hurry up he’d definitely be walking.
Ten grand? If only that was how much he’d be making from winning this bet.
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trailer hinting at finally discussing ant’s bisexuality .. GOD PLEASE. maybe that harper and ant sex scene (im guessing) will bring me to writing for him again