Warning(s): dirty talk, smut, angst, degradation kink, fingering, praise kink, and JJ being a horny fuck.
♪ Y/n pov ♪
After everything that went down inside the house, we went outside to the back and set a bonfire to get our minds off of things. Kie brought out her ukulele and started playing a random, yet calming song on its cords. I sat to the left of JJ, who was in the middle of Kie and I.
It was all silent, only the soft sounds of Kie's ukulele and the cicadas were heard until JJ spoke up.
"How much was it again?", JJ asked the group.
"Four hundred mil.", answered Pope.
"All right. Let's talk the split. Now, before we say 'evenly', may I remind you that I am the only one that can properly defend us from those groupers who were after us. Protection? Not cheap, okay?", JJ stated sternly.
"You haven't trained.", Pope said calmly.
"Yeah. Plus, I'm pretty sure you can't carry a gun around without a license, JJ.", I explained carefully.
"YouTube, guys! That's at least a five percent bump right there.", JJ argued.
"You haven't-", said Pope.
"Any objections? No? Didn't think so.", JJ blurted out, interrupting Pope's sentence.
"Yeah.", bluntly stated Pope.
"I don't hear any, so...", confidently stated JJ as he ignored Pope.
"What are you gonna do with your 80 mil, Pope?", Kie asked, changing the topic.
"Pay for college in advance. And also, textbooks. They're expensive.", Pope said, straightforward.
"That's a smart way of spending your money. Good idea, Pope.", I said, agreeing with his decisions.
"Thank you, (Y/n). See? She understands me, guys.", Pope said happily.
"What about you, Kie? (Y/n)?", JJ asked us.
"Yeah. What do two socialists do when they're rich?", Pope asked with a playful tone.
We both chuckled at Pope's question.
"Well, I just wanna make a double album. About OBX, the Pogues. Maybe tour with (Y/n).", she says as she winks at me, getting a chuckle out of Pope, "Ya know, we could like mix things up. She could do her indie pop thing and me, making songs about us, like the way Catch A Fire is about Kingston. I'll do my own thing at Marley studio, Peter Tosh producing.", she said happily.
"Peter Tosh is dead.", Pope stated bluntly.
"Yeah, he's kinda busy being six feet under, Kie.", I stated bluntly.
"Yeah, I know. But the spirit of Peter Tosh will never die.", she claimed with a smile plastered on her face.
"(Y/n)?", John B asked, drawing me out of my thoughts.
"Hm?", I asked, paying attention to my frien- half-brother.
"What are you gonna do with your split?", he asked curiously.
"I'm gonna get a nice house. Not too expensive. Definitely getting some pets. A pug and a French Bulldog. The rest will go to my car and musical equipment. It's always been a goal of mine to be a solo artist or at least on Broadway. Maybe along the way, produce an album with Kie. What about you, JJ?", I asked, curiosity lacing my voice.
"Oh, that's easy. I'm gonna get a big ass house on Figure Eight and go full Kook.", he states proudly.
"You're gonna go full Kook?", Pope asked in awe.
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Boy Wonder
Fanfiction[a JJ Maybanks x f!reader fanfic] [outer banks] [contains swearing, violence, angst and more] (NONE OF THESE CHARACTERS BELONG TO ME, THEY BELONG TO THE WRITERS OF OUTER BANKS AND NETFLIX.) (Story will surround seasons 1-2)
