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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hi! i hope you’re doing well love!! i just read what you posted for teenage fantasy and am OBSESSED with how you wrote it, i know you said discontinued for now which i completely understand if you don’t wanna write for it anymore but can we get hints for what you had planned out to kinda happen? it’s okay if not, have a great day and thanks for your lovely fics 💕
honestly there’s a chance i could bring it back ive been thinking about it recently and im missing it lowkey… i defo want to do an Outerbanks rewrite again whether it’s me finishing teenage fantasy or starting fresh but as for some hints honestly i dont really know, all i know is jj and her were gonna have a whirlwind relationship
next chapter of the bet is written and will probably be out tomorrow, just a warning it’s only 1k words so it’s not my best but i managed to get a little inspiration and decided to get it down rather than long it out !
warnings: slut shaming, topper🤢, violence, fighting, blood, lil bit of tension😛
word count: 1.8k
a/n: i am so sorry for the long wait, and there will probably be another one after this knowing me but i managed to get this written and decided to give it to u guys straight away🥲for everyone waiting for welcome to hell i apologise even more i don’t know when that’ll be done but i do promise it’s not being abandoned it’s just on hiatus (one direction trauma)
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JJ had never enjoyed his job, but when he woke up two days after Midsummer’s and started to get ready he had a pep to his step. He knew for a fact you and Sarah were going to be coming in for lunch because the latter had told John B. He didn’t care much about seeing her, but you? He felt like things had shifted after the other night. He’d gotten to see what was possibly the real you. The girl that cared about her baby brother, the girl who finally admitted that she didn’t mind him.
He hadn’t even flinched when John B lectured him for an hour on stealing his van. He was too happy.
“Here they are,” JJ grinned, walking up to your table at just past one pm. He’d been here since eleven, so the last two hours had been him waiting to see Sarah’s bright locks or your intimidating stare.
“Hey, JJ,” Sarah smiled, sunglasses perched on her head with her hair in a ponytail. JJ had noticed since she’d started dating John B she seemed less bothered about what she looked like. Not in the way she’s not just as beautiful, just that she doesn’t feel the need to try so hard.
Next he turned to you. You weren’t smiling like your best friend, but your eyes were a hell of a lot softer than they’d usually be when looking at him. “Maybank.”
“How are we both?” He asked, though his eyes didn’t stray from yours. He already knew how Sarah was, considering she was all he heard about nowadays. Last night John B had updated him on what she had for dinner.
“Hungry,” you replied. You hesitated. “How are you?”
“‘My God a miracle just occurred,” JJ gasped dramatically, hand over his heart. “Did you just converse like a human being? Did your software get updated?”
Sarah giggled, you didn’t look overly amused. “Ha. Ha.”
“I’m proud, truly,” he smirked. “You want the usual? Or did the update come with a change in taste buds?”
“The usual,” you grumbled, as Sarah continued to laugh.
“Coming right up,” he nodded.
He got your drinks for you, talking a little more before he was called over by another table. He was hardly gone for ten minutes, but apparently that was all the time you needed to get yourself in trouble.
“You’re seriously going to let him talk to your sister like that?” You were standing in front of Rafe, Topper was beside him.
“Oh, shit,” JJ muttered.
“Don’t involve him in this!” Topper argued, getting in your face. JJ didn’t like that. “It’s not his fault that his sister couldn’t keep it in her pants for more than a day. We just broke up! God, Sarah, you’re such a slut!”
He didn’t get another word in. Your fist was lifted and pummeled into the side of his face. You winced, clearly having not punched anyone before. Tables around you gasped, Rafe went to take a step forward but Topper was quicker. His fist lifted and JJ saw red. He was leaping across a table within seconds, shoving Topper back just before his knuckles could make contact with your face.
“You gonna hit a fuckin’ girl?” JJ yelled, throwing his own punch. Topper tried to duck, but he missed and ended up getting his second hit within ten seconds.
“She hit me first!” Topper argued, covering his face with his hands as JJ kept hitting him over and over. He couldn’t help it, it felt like an out of body experience.
You’d nearly got hurt, and it had sent him spiralling.
“JJ!” Sarah was yelling, trying to get him to stop.
“He’s had enough!” Other people were chiming in now, he could definitely hear his boss's voice somewhere in the background.
“JJ.” He froze. Your hand was on his arm, tugging him back. “Enough, okay?”
“Okay.” He was breathless, blood pouring from his hand. He felt an ache on his nose, he hadn’t even felt Topper hit him back. He reached up and you stopped him, grabbing his hand.
“You all deserve each other,” Topper wheezed, being helped away by Rafe. JJ was honestly surprised Rafe hadn’t jumped in, maybe deep down he did care about his sister. Very deep down.
“JJ.” His boss stood there, arms crossed over his chest and disappointment written all over his face. “My office. Now.”
He got fired, because of course he did. As he walked out the building, blood still stained on his face, he felt utterly exhausted. He did the right thing, and he absolutely didn’t regret it, but that job was his lifeline. It was his only way of making money.
“Hey.” He looked up, finding you waiting for him.
“Hi,” he murmured.
“Sarah decided to walk. C’mon.” You didn’t wait for an answer, just started walking over to your infamous Range Rover. He didn’t argue, just trailed behind you like a puppy dog.
The drive was quiet, but he’d worked out quickly that you weren’t headed to the Chateau like he’d assumed. You were going to your house. Your dads car wasn’t in the driveway so he could assume he wasn’t home. You got out and opened the front door, holding it open for him before heading up the stairs just expecting him to follow.
He hadn’t imagined his first time being in your bedroom would be under circumstances like these, but he couldn’t complain. He looked around shamelessly, taking in everything. It was clean, but there was enough clutter around for it to look lived in. Pictures of you and Sarah around your vanity, there was one that Kiara was in but he held his tongue on commenting. He recognised your mom in a few of them, he’d seen her around town when he was a kid. He briefly remembered her once helping him up after he fell off his bike.
“In here.” Of course you had your own bathroom. It was bigger than his bedroom. “Up.” You nodded to the counter as you opened a cabinet and got out a medical kit.
“What do you have that for?” He asked curiously, doing as told and jumping onto the counter.
“My brothers just started skateboarding,” you explained. “He’s not very good.”
He laughed, looking down at his lap. “How’s his ankle?”
“Better,” you murmured, opening up the kit and retrieving some alcohol wipes. You stood in front of him, close enough that his hands brushed against your hips before he quickly pulled them away. “Look up.”
“How’s it lookin’?” He sighed as you started to wipe away the blood.
“Bruised, not broken,” you stated. “That was a stupid thing to do.”
“He was going to hit you,” he argued.
“And I would’ve taken it. You lost your job,” you retaliated. “I don’t need protection, JJ. I appreciate it, and I’m sure the punch would’ve hurt like a bitch, but I didn’t need you to jump in.”
“I’m not gonna apologise for it,” he said softly.
“I’m not asking you to.”
Once you’d cleaned his face as best as you could, the two of you sat downstairs in the living room and he held an ice pack to his nose. “So, Topper found out about John B and Sarah then?”
“They did show up to Midsummer’s together, wasn’t exactly a well kept secret,” you replied.
“That’s true,” JJ shrugged. “He’s an asshole.”
“That we can agree on,” you nodded with a small smirk. “You should talk to your boss. Grovel. Maybe he’ll give you your job back.”
“I’m not one to beg,” JJ sighed, head lolling back against the couch. “I’ll find another job. I’m sure Heyward will let me do some odd jobs in the meantime.”
Your eyes didn’t leave him, head tilted. He looked up again, the two of you stared at each other for a moment too long to be an accident. “Thank you.”
“Now you’re thanking me? Thought you were disappointed?” He smirked.
You rolled your eyes. “I’m not your mother. You saved me from a bitch slap, I don’t suit a black eye.”
“Have you had one?” JJ asked.
“Once. I fell down the stairs drunk at one of Ward Cameron’s birthday parties and smashed my face on the floor,” you admitted. He couldn’t help but laugh at the image. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. Sarah did too. After screaming because she thought I was dead.”
“You and Sarah are close, huh?” Maybe he was asking too many questions, but he figured you owed him some answers after he’d got fired for you.
“No, I hate her,” you replied sarcastically.
He laughed again, looking down. “How long have the two of you been friends?”
“Since we were babies. Our dads are friends,” you explained. “Unlucky for her. She didn’t get to choose whether or not to be friends with the island's bitch.”
“Don’t call yourself that.” If this was two weeks ago he’d be agreeing; he’d be the one saying it. But hearing those words come from your mouth didn’t make him feel good, it made him feel a little nauseous.
You smirked slightly at him. “Going soft on me Maybank?”
“Never,” he joked, winking at you. “How’s your hand feeling?”
“It’s fine, but I didn’t expect that to hurt so bad. Why do you guys enjoy punching people so much?” You asked, looking down at your knuckles. He could see they were slightly bruised; he’d offer to ice them but he’s pretty sure you can take care of yourself just fine.
JJ chuckled, shaking his head. “I don’t think the punching is the fun part. The winning is.”
“You’re ridiculous. Come on, better get you home,” you said, standing up from the couch.
“Kicking me out?” He teased, standing up too.
“I gotta pick my brother up from his friend's house soon. If he sees you here again he might get the wrong idea,” you explained, grabbing your car keys from where you’d thrown them on the coffee table.
“Maybe he wouldn’t have the wrong idea.” You didn’t respond, just looked at him thoughtfully before walking out the room; expecting him to follow.
You started the drive back to the Chateau, the radio playing quietly in the background. “I… I could talk to your boss, if you want. Explain what happened, that you were just helping me out and it was my fault.”
“It wasn’t your fault,” JJ responded. “It was Topper’s. And, honestly, I think it was about time I looked for a new job. I’ve worked there for years and it has never become more enjoyable.” That wasn’t strictly true, even this morning he’d been pretty excited. But that was to see you, and he wasn’t going to admit that yet.
“Why don’t you work with cars? You clearly know a lot about them,” you suggested.
“Maybe,” he murmured, smiling softly to himself.
The two of you chatted absentmindedly for the rest of the drive, he even caught you smiling at one point, he was feeling on top of the world. Until you pulled up to the Chateau. A cop car was parked up outside, Shoupe was stood beside it talking to John B who looked close to punching him square in the face.
“Well, shit.”
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update: im in the hospital, not going to go into detail but as of rn idk what’s going on😟my meds are probably going to be upped but as for writing i need more time. Im sorry to everyone who enjoys my work and has been waiting for more, i love you guys!
i miss u guys tell me how things have been! i started a little on the next chapter for the bet and the welcome to hell. ive had a loooot going on at the moment so that as well as not having a lot of motivation has made things difficult with writing i hope u guys will still be here when i finally manage to get something out!
update: I’ve been writing little things, nothing i would post but it’s getting me back into the swing of things so hopefully soon I’ll be back to writing as normal!
sorry for no posts, i honestly have little to no motivation for writing atm and i don’t want to half ass it and give something just for the sake of it! hopefully I’ll get back into the swing of it soon :)
