𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆’𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 and eyes on the young witch . “ oh ! did i steal your table ? “ she’s seconds from standing up and letting out an overabundant amount of apologies . “ it was an ACCIDENT if i did , “ she gives a forced yet uncomfortable smile . josie wasn’t a complete angel but she had enough manners to not steal someone’s seat at the cafe .
❛ hey. ❜ while his tone is quieter than usual, it’s not as soft as one would usually be when dealing with others. ❛ dude, chill. no, no, no. hold up. ❜ jj helps himself to a seat across from the brunette, barely a hint of an apologetic smile present before he exudes more confidence than anything else. ❛ even if it was my table, don’t let people push you around so fuckin’ easily. you snooze, you lose, y’know ? ❜ of all people, he shouldn’t be giving advice. in fact, he shouldn’t even be at the cafe ( the owner banned him for a week, but a guy’s gotta eat ).
It was just so soft. Erica’s fingers brushed over the black leather of the jacket’s sleeve for what had to be the hundredth time. She just kept coming back to this store every time she visited the shopping center. No matter what she came for, Erica would almost always end up at these jackets. She didn’t need another coat. Hell, she didn’t need more clothes; it wasn’t like she went out much. The blonde knew she was going to annoy the shop attendants if she kept this up. Yet, Erica kept finding herself standing at this display.
She sighed and slipped the coat on over her t-shirt.
Erica frowned at her reflection.
She looked RIDICULOUS. The fizzy curls and wrinkled shirt clashed horribly with the clean, smooth lines on the leather coat. It didn’t look like her but it felt – oh, lord help her – it felt… right. The supple fabric was warm, cozy, and there was something about the smell…
Distracted, she didn’t know how long she had been standing there.
her eyes hadn’t deceived her. the sight of erica makes her throat dry, mostly because death had been confused ––– lydia wasn’t entirely sure if there was something off about her banshee powers that day, or if she was just going crazy. god, not again ! still, she approaches the blonde, gaze lingering on the jacket for a good few moments before there’s a slight cant of her head. her approach leaves her standing behind the female in the mirror, gears turning in her head before eyes flicker towards the rack of shirts just a few feet off. ❛ try a white shirt. ❜ she muses softly, smile flashing instantly ( as if it’s almost apologetic, in a way ) before she’s lifting a brow. she’s the queen of fashion, after all.
and richie’s perpetually grateful for the way he can blackmail the world’s dopiest manager , but god , he could kiss ( ! ) the dumb fuck right now . ❝ yeah , man , he was surfing . you can check with our manager if y’want , he’ll say the same . i saw him clock off , practically wigglin’ into his wetsuit while he was leavin’ . customers sure as shit appreciated the striptease on the way out . man’s got an ass that just won’t quit . ❞ grin is entirely too goofy to be leveled at an officer , but that’s besides the point .
his company isn’t too pleased with the lies sent flying his way. it’s no surprise that jj doesn’t hide the smirk on his features. he could always count on richie ! ❛ ass that won’t quit. you hear that ? ❜ he’s almost tempted to turn around, give ‘em a show & a half before the officer storms off with answers he didn’t want in the first place. anyone with eyes could tell that the two were lying through their teeth. it’s been the way they’ve interacted ever since the day they met ( let it be known that this was practically their love language ). ❛ yeah, fuck off ! ❜ the bittersweet departure of the other sends jj’s mind reeling with positive energy, 2k in his bank from jacking some jewelry that he can pawn off later in the day. there’s a turn towards richie, one hand lifting to grip the boy’s shoulder firmly. ❛ we feast, my brother. it’s celebration time. ❜ cue a wink, then a whisper meant only for the male as jj leans towards his ear more. ❛ yo, that striptease earned us a good tip. ❜ there’s a grin, but the blond’s insinuation that he’s got good money for them is enough to make him nearly wheeze with excitement.
❛ look, i don’t know what you’re talkin’ about. ❜ he does, actually. jj had just spent an hour running from the cops & all the way back to the cut due to a minor misunderstanding about a breaking & entering that he was definitely involved in. ❛ i didn’t do shit. ❜ head turns, the impulsive need to lie to clear his name spitting like venom from chapped lips. ❛ i was fuckin’ surfing. ain’t that right ? they saw me. tell ‘em. ❜
calming piano music meets a symphony of thuds & crashes at the exact second jj’s smooth talking backfires. what he thought would be an easy situation to get himself out of had turned ugly real fast. face is already littered with injuries ––– some from his father, some from the kooks that had been hunting him down ever since a small incident that involved some butchered tires & a faulty motor ( but if you asked him, jj could swear on his life that it was someone else’s fault ) ––– as the blond backs through the crowd with a smirk twitching at the corners of his lips. he’d tried to play server again, but it appears security had been fooled one too many times by the mighty jj maybank.
❛ yo, van der woodsen ! ❜ voice echoes, an arm extending out to let a lone index finger single the female out. ❛ you comin’ or not ? ❜ out of all the rich kids & kooks, excluding kie or sarah, serena might have been the one person with money that he’d protect. it’s not like the party was awful, but jj found it a bit boring. attention only breaks for a split second when someone shoves his chest ––– a warning for him to leave. naturally, his reflexes kick in. ❛ hey, chill. man, get the fuck off of me. ❜ then he shoves back, a glance tossed her way with only a moment’s lift of an eyebrow. ❛ c’mon ! ❜ as if he’s houdini himself, jj disappears out the door, a full sprint carrying him to the back of the building. if she was going to meet him anywhere, it was there.
( rudy pankow ╱ cis male ╱ he & him ) you have paid good money to see jj maybank from outer banks in the flesh , travelling to 𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕟 to witness their PROTECTIVE & IMPULSIVE nature for yourself ( wind - blown & dampened locks, surfboards standing upright in the sand, bonfires in the middle of the woods - you can certainly tell it’s them ) but you better not slip up the truth , as walking past rixon's cove triggers unwanted memories for the twenty year old human . working as a BUSBOY , life for them seems all too real now ; i wonder if they’ll ever find out . — - penned by lux , 22 , she/her , est ! TW: ABUSE ( PHYSICAL / EMOTIONAL )
001. jj maybank is a well - respected pogue that lived in the outer banks all his life. well, he was respected by his peers, his family ––– kie, john b, & pope. these are the only people that ever gave him a chance, that ever let him be completely himself without harsh judgment. they’re much better than his piece - of - shit father who abused him half his life. so effortlessly, scars & bruises found homes in the deepest burrows of his ribs, edges of the bags under his eyes, & cut below his jawline when his old man’s uppercut hit just right. his vessel was littered with evidence of foul play. even when trying to do the right thing ( paying for restitution due to much needed revenge on some kooks that messed with pope ), he was rewarded with mockery & venom. and tickets to his father’s own self - constructed wrestling match starring jj maybank in the front yard, courtesy of broken screens & rotting wooden planks on the front porch.
002. his love / hate relationship with the kooks stem from just one knot : kie. his best friend, while awarded the luxury of association with the kooks due to the financial hierarchy, left him wondering if all kooks were the same. many of the alpha males of obx, blessed with generators & heat during the winter, didn’t like jj. he found himself in fights with them on a weekly basis ( topper & rafe were the boss battles, but they had their minions out for blood on most days ). but the fighting, although completely unnecessary, came from a good place ––– a loyal one. allegiance to the pogues left him willing to take a hit for his best friends, for the people who were there for him when his biological family wasn’t. but jj wouldn’t trade days in the marsh or bonfires at rixon’s cove for a second of a kook’s day. to be rich, well, he’s obsessed with that, but that doesn’t mean he’s ready to give up his pogue integrity to become greedy.
003. what’s a pogue ? well, i’m glad you asked. they are the lowest of the low in the outer banks. they are the working class. the kooks are the rich kids, the ones who get their internet back instantly after a hurricane. pogues have to scrape by, to use their survival instincts just to get through the day. oh, but the pogue life isn’t all bad ! jj loves sleeping on hammocks with his friends, crashing kook parties, smoking a blunt every so often, & hunting for gold. he wouldn’t trade it for the world.
004. jj is a mild kleptomaniac. he has a bit of a criminal history under his belt & will steal nearly anything. he’s not afraid of a bit of trouble, but that ties into the loyalty he has to his friends. if someone he loves is in danger, he’ll risk his own life & reputation to keep them safe.
005. he only knows up to the finale of season 1 on netflix. in eden, he lives in the lowest part of the city. he doesn’t fuck with rich kids unless it’s for revenge or his own personal entertainment. he’s a comedic relief, if anything, & prides himself on his fantastic sense of humor & beautiful ability to crash the biggest of parties. his life in eden mimics that of his life in the show.
“That’s JJ, my best friend since the third grade. He’s about as local as they come. Latest in a long line of fishing, drinking, smuggling, vendetta-holding salt-lifers who make their living off the water. Best surfer I know. Just don’t tell him I said that. Mild kleptomaniac and a future tax cheat.”
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