Life on the cut (JJxReader) OuterBanks Fanfic

The Folder.

(A/N: I do have a lot to do tomorrow for my portfolio as well as all the jobs with the animals, so this chapter will probably be shorter x thanks for your understanding :3
But also... AHHHH 600 total reads 😭 tysmmmm ahhhhhHHHHHHH 💙❤️💗
You guys JJmaybank is this really good writer and they read some of my story holyshit)

"What is it?" Y/N asked, peering through the crack in the door. She watched Kie pull out a folder. It was crisp and brown. Modern. It looked like it hadn't been there longer than a year. On the top we're the words 'for bird'. Kie went to the crack in the door and slipped the folder through it. It was received by John B, who held it in his hands and stared at it.
"That's not gold." Pope said, disappointed.
John B gazed at the folder with a childlike wonder, "Holy shit."
After Y/N pulled Kie back out of the crypt, they went to get a better look.
"This is from my dad." He whispered. A lighter clicked. It was JJ lighting up again. His third that day.

Kie met John B's gaze and smiled at him, they looked tearfully at each other. The moment was a sweet one, until they heard a vehicle approach nearby.
JJ's eyed grew wide, "Code red. Code red." He stared backing away.
"Oh shit the square groupers!" Y/N hissed.
"Go" Commanded Kie, turning on her heel and leading the others to a hiding place behind a long grave.
"It's the guys who robbed John B..." JJ explained.
Pope rolled his eyes, "We know JJ." They ducked down and sat in the cold grass.
"Light!" Kie pointed at the others torches. They went out with a click. All but John B's lantern. The footsteps were getting closer and the light in his hands shone brighter than ever.
"I see something!" Shouted a man. Flashbacks.
JJ stared at him, "turn your light off man!"
JohnB shook the torch, hit it on the floor and even tried to hide it up his shirt, but to no avail. SMASH!
the light was out..
"What the fuck was that." Pope sighed.
Y/N rubbed her hand, glass cutting into her knuckles, "It's out isn't it?"
"Is it them?" Kie asked JJ, who was peering round the corner.
"Homie's got a gun." He replied, striking fear into the others.
"Screw this." Kie stood up and legged it towards the gate, where the Twinkie stood waiting.
"Woah Kie where you going?!" Y/N raced after her, wincing at her hand. Pope, JJ and John B followed shortly behind. Pope heard Y/N wince, but didn't have time to worry right now.
A beam of light flicked through the air and shone onto the Pogues.
"Right there!" Someone yelled. The Pogues gave up on sneaking and switched their torches back on. The spots of light flashed across the floor as they ran. Kie was the first to leap over the gate, it was quite decorative so had a lot of places to grab.
"Hurry up!" JJ called, sprinting towards the gate.
Y/N skidded to a half before it, her hand throbbing. "I'm trying!" She called over, angrily. Y/N looked up at the gate, her hand was bleeding slightly, and she knew it would be difficult to pull herself up. Kie paused at the top, looking down at her friend. She reached down to her good hand.
"Here, hold on" she smiled. Y/N felt grateful for her friend. But with no time for a thank you, gripped Kie's hand and held on tight. The two girls managed to get up and over easily enough. More yelling from two men behind them shattered their relief at getting over the gate. JJ and John B went next. They struggled less, unsurprisingly. Y/N wondered how many fences they'd had to climb over.

Just as Pope, the last to get over, was about to reach the floor he called out, "shit, SHIT! Guys I'm stuck!" The men were getting closer... popes pocket had got lodged on a bit of the fence. It was pulled taught on the gate and was too high up to just pull off. Kie and John B ran over.
"All right, we've got you." She comforted. Y/N turned to the Twinkie and pulled the door open. Pulling out JJ's gun. It felt cold in the palm of her hand. Deadly.
"Good idea!" JJ took the gun and pointed it at Pope's shorts. "Don't move ok!"
Kie quickly ran over and pushed the gun to he ground. "It's like having kids." She scolded.
Y/N snatched it back, "it's not for Pope dude!"
"Wait stop!" Pope said to John B.
"What?"
"You're gunna rip me!" He complained. But his pleas fell of deaf ears. The men's voices were getting louder, drowned out by tearing of fabric.
"Come on!" Shouted John B, pulling Pope away from his ripped trousers.
"Nice. Come on dude." JJ jogged to the door of the van and jumped in with Y/N and Kie.
Y/N and Kie took one look at the shorts hanging there and giggled.
"Get in!" Y/N called.
"Stupid!" Laughed JJ as Kie tried to pull the door closer and almost fell out of the van. Pope and John B jumped in the front. And they drove off as fast as possible, laughing.

If only they knew that the men following them were the cemetery grounds keepers. That "gun" was a shovel.

Back at the Chateau, JJ was fixing a sandwich.
John B looked at him and said, "That bread had mold on it three days ago."
"I'll pull off the bad parts" he replied.
"Oh can I have some?" Y/N asked, "I haven't eaten much today."
"Y/N..." Kie shook her head, "we've learnt not to listen to JJ."
"Apart from when he says kiss me.." Y/N mumbled to herself. JJ stopped spreading his peanut butter and tried to stifle a laugh.
"What was that?" Asked Pope, am amused look on his face.
She span around and went over to where JJ was cutting the sandwich in half. "Nothing."
"Plus," JJ said, "mold is good for you. It's a natural organism."
"JJ." Kie was almost impressed at that comment. Big words for JJ.
John B wasn't listening, he sat down with his folder and looked at it intensely.
"Hot damn, lets do it." JJ jogged over, tossing half a sandwich at Y/N that promptly fell on the floor.
"Aww.. well five second rule." She picked it up again and held her half up, clinking it against JJ's like you would with a beer. One bite sent them both running to the bin; gagging. Spitting out half-chewed clumps.
The others watched John B open up his folder and unfold a big sheet of paper. It was the OBX, drawn into it was the hurricane and some notes around an 'X'.
Pope pointed at it, "X marks the spot.". By this time Y/N and JJ had returned. They looked at the map by candlelight. John B traced his fingers along the lines.
"Longitude, Latitude."
There was still something sticking out of the folder.
"Oh hold on, somethin' else is in here." He reached in and took out-
"What's that?" JJ asked.
"Looks like a tazor." Added Y/N.
Kie threw them a look. "It's a tape recorder dumbasses."
"Play it..." Y/N pointed at a button on the side.
It clicked. And rolled.

"Dear Bird." It began. No one had heard John B's father's voice for a while... and as for Y/N. She had never heard it.
JJ looked confused "Who's bird?"
"That's what my dad called me."
"I hate to say 'I told you so', but I told you so." The Pogues looked at each other. John B stayed transfixed on the tape recorder. "And you doubted your old man. I suspect at this moment, your filled with guilt and self-loathing over our last fight. But don't kill yourself just yet kid. I didn't expect to find the merchant either. *a clattering sound was heard as John B's dad put down the tape recorder*."
They all looked around, remaining silent. Did he just say 'find the merchant?' "You we're probably right to call me out. Wasn't exactly father of the decade. *he sighed* what can I say kid? I could smell the barn. And hopefully we're listening to this in our brand new sugar shack down in Costa Rica. Livin off passive investments and pulling on permits. *the sound of a gun loading echoed* If not. And you find this for less that optimal reasons. Well, that's what the map's for. There she is. The wreck of the merchant. If something happens to me. Finish what I started. Go for the gold kid. I love you, Bird. Even if I didn't always act like it. *a vehicle approached*. I'll see you on the other side.. *static*."

John B stared at the tape for a long time. They could see the tears welling in his eyes. The tape recorder clicked off reluctantly. John B didn't want his father to go. He wanted to keep hearing his voice- to hear his laugh. See his smile. See him. He stood up and sighed, starting to walk out. He barely got to the door before collapsing into sobs.
"Holy shit he did it." JJ said. "Big John... he- he found the merchant!"
"Can you... can you please?" Kie looked at him coldly. John B was still sobbing. Y/N went over too him and placed a hand on his shoulder. She hugged him and he released the door frame from his grip and pulled her head against his shoulder. JJ and Pope pondered in the background. They sat there for what felt like hours. Listening to John B realise his Father has found the ship.. and come to terms with the fact that his father's had probably died. And start his grieving.

(A/N: tysm for tuning into this more somber episode. Sorry it's so short I've gotta get up at the crack of dawn 😂 have a good night/day and I'll probably see you all tomorrow with more of episode three "the forbidden zone.")