Life on the cut (JJxReader) OuterBanks Fanfic

The Visit.

(A/N: EEEEEEEEEEE JJ)

Y/N and JJ spent the day trying to think of a plan... They holed up in John B's house and lounged on the sofa.
"First thing's first." JJ sat down with a beer, "We need to see John B."
Y/N nodded and slouched down next to him, still drunk from the vodka. "Yesss we do!"
JJ looked at her and sighed, putting an arm around her and bringing her in close between his legs. "You're so cute."
"Nooo you are!" Y/N booped his nose.
JJ shook his head and wrinkled the bridge of his nose, hugging her tightly. Y/N cuddled into him and felt her brain melt. The world was spinning and absolut made her sleepy. She shut her E/C eyes and gripped onto JJ's arm as he lit up a blunt and sighed contentedly. He fiddled with Y/N's hair as he worried about his best friends future.

He didn't feel much better the next day. Y/N felt just as crap with her hangover. She grumbled awake and grabbed what she thought was JJ, but turned out to just be a cushion. She suddenly became very anxious... What if he'd run off or tried to explode the jail or flown to Mexico without her!
Suddenly, she heard a cabinet close from the kitchen, and it mildly eased her worried. Y/N went off after the noise's origin. She slowly stood up and made her way through the house... Grabbing a bat just in case it wasn't someone she wanted to see. She creeped around the corner and followed it into the kitchen. To her relief, it was JJ. 
"Jay!" She wandered over to him, somewhat cheerfully. Dropping the bat.
He turned away from her.
"Jay..? What's the matter?" She held his shoulder and tried to turn him around.
"Y/N it's nothing." He said bluntly.
Y/N let her hand slip from his shoulder, and stood there quietly. She didn't know what to say or what speech she should give him... So she just stepped forwards and wrapped her arms around his chest. JJ was just about to push her off, before he remembered how nice it felt to be held by someone. He turned around slowly, his eyes were red and puffy. He was still trying to keep a tough expression on his face but it was proving difficult. He was always the one to stick those emotions down and do something to stop them. But when he was alone- who was around to judge?
"Jay talk to me." She said.
He shrugged slightly and sighed, regaining his composure. "John B... has been my best friend for. A long time. He's my right hand man, the Romeo to my Juliet."
Y/N chuckled.
"What!?"
"Jay baby, Romeo and Juliet were lovers."
JJ blushed, "Oh uh.. Does Romeo have a best friend?"
"Mercutio." Y/N told him.
"Well he is my Mer-cu-to or whatever. He's always there for me. To stop me from doing stupid, stupid things. You too." He laughed. 
"JB is a loyal pogue."
"Bone deep. But now..." His face melted and he hugged Y/N tighter. "Y/N I don't want him to go again."
Y/N rubbed his back as he sobbed on her shoulder, shaking slightly. "We'll save him JJ... No one takes our boy and gets away with it. No matter what it takes. He's family."
JJ nodded.
Y/N kissed his cheek and tasted the trail left by salty tears. "JB will come back to us." She wished she knew the right words to say or the right thing to do. But she didn't. All Y/N could do was hold him close to her. Remind him that she cares for him and will always stand by him.
"Thank you." JJ sniffed, "For coming with me. Every time."
"I'm so sorry.. that I left you before, Jay. And It won't happen again. JB will come back." She brushed his face and he held her hand there.
"Let's go see him then." He said, confidently. Grabbing some shades and headphone before they left.
"Why the shades and headphones Jay?" She smiled.
Jay shrugged like it was obvious, "Cool factor. And I want you to hear this playlist I have that makes me think of us."

Back at Kildare county detention centre, Terry was patrolling the ominous corridors. They were empty and bland, full of row upon row of dirty white-washed doors with long foggy windows. The words "Cell check in progess." echoed down the hall. Terry wandered up to a thin, metal door- a opposed to the minimal security ones. She slid open the metal hatch and took a deep breath, fogging up the uncovered glass. "I got a deal for you."
"What kind of deal." The inmate inside asked.
"The kind where I lose evidence, get charges dismissed."
The inmate approached the glass, "What do I gotta go."