Outer Banks x Reader Oneshots

Trouble P4

so this is after you stole the money bc i'm lazy. u prolly stole it from some Kook or something.
yall i know this is against the plot of All American but it's fine, ok? i'm sorry but it's impart of this plot sooooo yea

warning: gun violence, death, blood, cringey writing; it's 3:20 a.m. yall give me a break.

PART FOUR ~ ENJOY HELL, MOTHERFUCKER

You walk in the dark, your hand clutching the gun in your pocket which is covered by a jacket. You saw Tyrone and a two of his buddies behind him. A little fear struck you, but you pushed it away. You knew Tyrone probably  had a gun, but you couldn't show fear.

"Yo, what you want, (Y/n)?" Tyrone asked. 

"I want out," you replied. 

"It don't work like that," he spat in response. 

"Yeah, I know. How about this, though?" You grabbed the wad of money from your pocket that didn't hold the gun. You held it up.

"That's a lotta paper," Tyrone said. 

"Yeah. Take it and I'm out," you said. 

"How about I take it and kill you?" Tyrone said, drawing his gun and aiming it at you. 

"Yeah, I had a feeling you'd say that," you said as you pulled your gun and aimed it at his chest.

"You ain't gonna kill me," Tyrone said. 

"You'd love to think that, wouldn't you?" You spat. You had to do it. He was going to kill you. He was a problem anyway. He had done terrible things. You had to end it. You had to. You had to act now.

You pulled the trigger and heard the loud shot. You saw the red cover Tyrone's chest. You pointed your gun at one of his pals, then the other. 

"You wanna be next?" You threatened. Tyrone whispered something to one of them before both of them ran away.

You walked to the dying Tyrone. With your gloves hands, you took out an alcohol wipe you had in your pocket and wiped the gun, removing the evidence. You then took his gun and replaced it with yours to make it appear as suicide.

"Enjoy Hell, motherfucker," were the last words Tyrone heard before he died. You walked off. You just killed a person. You took someone's life. The world was better off without him, but you still killed him. You shook the strange feeling away.

You headed to John B's to tell JJ that you'd taken care of it. Would he be angry? (iM aNgRy! -Spencer James) Would he hate you? Would he think you were crazy? What would he think? You couldn't take it back now and you couldn't control his reaction.

You arrived at John B's to find JJ sitting on the porch and you sat next to him. It was just the two of you. You seemed a bit shaken up. I mean, you had just killed someone.

"What happened?" JJ asked. 

"I-I killed him..." You muttered. 

"Shit," he replied. "The cops are gonna be after you."

"I took care of it," you replied. 

"Meaning...?"

"I switched the guns and got rid of the finger prints," you replied.

"You... You killed him..." JJ said. He seemed like he had just heard it. It was probably still sinking in. 

"Y-yeah..." You said. 

"I-..."

"Somebody had to do it. Somebody had to get rid of him. I guess I didn't think it would be me."

Silence.

"You mad?" You asked. 

"You did what you had to do. I'm not mad. Like you said, it had to happen," JJ replied. "I didn't think you'd kill somebody, but I understand."

"Well, I'm out," you said. 

"That's great."

"I'm still not safe. It might just get worse," you said.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, he had some buddies. They might go tell some people and then the whole gang'll be after me," you replied. 

"Shit."

"Yeah..."

"I'll protect you," JJ said. 

"I can protect myself, but thanks, man," you replied. Little did you know what was to happen...

TO BE CONTINUED...