john jacob maybank.

an independent , canon portrayal of jj maybank from netflix’s outerbanks ,
woven by shuckled .

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admin is 18+ (22) you can call me lilz or shuckled
she/they.muse is 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 but age may vary ; portrayal is based mostly off of the show with a few twists of my own .single ships only !! discussion obviously needed .
John Jacob is a closeted bisexual , currently in love with his best friend .no godmodding of any kind , please message me if triggers and needed to be discussed , literature & descriptive , crack & serious , ocs & crossovers are always welcome , may be selective .is purely fictional for rp purposes .unless you’re muse is close with jj, he will start off somewhat rude or aggressive at first , don’t take it personally as people have done in the past , it’s just the way he is .
i like to develop their relationship first .bare with me if replies are slow , dont spam me. as i have adhd and get distracted easily & is also dyslexic.don’t interact with me if you ship underage characters with muses that arent , doesn’t sit right with me .

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lace of sanity.

silver lining.

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❛ 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 .. ? ❜the story of how the blonde got his limp .
— tw : attempt of suicide.

way back when he was a kid , twelve years old , along with the rest of the pouges , growing as a boy , still trying to find out as to who he was , just like any other human , but something was missing .
he felt 𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙮 . maybe it was the loss of his mother , the warmth he once felt , didn't anymore . maybe it was the constant blaming himself for her departure , as thats what his own father would yell in his face , he was always to 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞.those 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 thoughts ran in the back of his mind , but he deemed to cover it up .
to act like it was 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲 , that they didn't get to him , he just wished he could shut them out , the thoughts , or whatever seemed to of fumbled his mind . his father only making it worse , not knowing if hed be able to handle the outburts that came within in .he had half a mind to lie .he knew , and he almost 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙙 it . small talk being his disguise , seemed to always be .at first he did it because he had too , to pretend the helplessness didn't exist .that there was hope , to keep everyone in check .but then did it because he 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙 to , he needed to tell everyone that he was alright when somebody asked him how he was , because he didn't want them to worry , he needed too because he was to blame .
" how are you ?"im fine"what happened to you?"its finehe was 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚.fine to blame,𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 , nothing,fine... 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑒.his sanity became lace , hanging on by a thread that also carried a sword .he couldn't 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗲 it , he couldn't take it . so one morning , he woke up early , before sunrise , walking his way down the coastline of the beach to find a cliff , the highest he could climb,
only to jump off it .but it wasn't the end for him , only to get completely tangled in all the ivy that grew over the rocks — snapping his leg in three different places , hitting the water hard .and he thought that was it , but then john b found him , and he picked him up , taking him back and he never told anyone the truth about what happened .
he saved him , he gave him a second chance .
thats when jj knew .it took him a while to get back out on the water, but his leg never seemed to have healed properly , which is why , to this day he still seemed to have a limp in his step .

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𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣" 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒆 , 𝒃𝒐𝒚 ! "the cursing echoed the shambles of the wooden house . dust , sweeping through the cracks that had never been moved before . the place felt as though it was tearing itself apart , the cracks on the floorboards deepening and digging into the ground as though it felt like pain that ran through the boys body . the memories that remained there , untouched and unforgettable , forcing their way into the future of the wood .𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕jj had never felt so 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲 and maybe thats what started it all .the mumbling to himself in the bedroom , the way hed ask himself questions then to continue to answer them as he did the task at hand .dust had settled around where the blonde had sat , the damp floorboards against his skin where his shorts didn't reach .at this point it could've been dampened the leak which had now appeared in the pogues room , that , or from the tears which he never let usually escape .jj found himself walking subconsciously to places of importance - often finding himself by the docks , or where the HMS pogue used to lay .
he wouldn't particularly be doing anything but smoking . it was a way of coping , when things got tough , hed turn to the substance which seemed to make him 𝙣𝙪𝙢𝙗 all the 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 he ever felt .this time his feet rested in the dirt below him , sitting outside his best friends chateau .under the tree , where the pogues said there goodbyes to his childhood best friend.nothing but silence . the rustle of the leaves , and the clucking of the chickens they had left , those in which jj had personally decided to take care of .
wind wasnt a warm summer breeze , but cold ; violent and 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 .hed go there everyday , after doing this morning routine of marking off the date , writing on the calendar of his wall .he forced himself to mark it off , forcing himself not to keep living in a cycle of Groundhog Day , that is even if his best friend would never come homehe tried to make it subtle , like he'd always marked the days off but the truth was , he didn't used to give a shit .he didn't used to give a shit about a lot of things .he didn't realise how much he needed john b and the other pogues before they were 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆 .though pope are kiara were still there , it wasn't the same . they wouldn't talk about john b , and every time jj broke the silence to talk about it , the topic was changed .especially after the night he broke . ones feelings were admitted for his best friend .. if it wasn’t obvious , it was now . every time hed see him with another girl , hed leave . he never knew what that hurt was until they actually lost him .
what hurts even more is that its almost as if he’ll never come back .. he’ll never get to tell him how he truely feels .
it hurt for them to talk about it , but he needed too .𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒋𝒋 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇fiddling with his hands in his own living area , the mess around him had become his natural surroundings and the familiar scent of weed and alcohol filled his nostrils .something about it made him calm , he was relaxed and his hands that which had previously been active had dropped by his side . it was as if he was high , but that morning he was as sober as he'd been for a while .the atmosphere was similar before the gold hunt , except it was just him , alone , in the clutter of a wooden house .jj hadn't realised but he'd teared up , glancing at an old beer bottle , the same kind he used to hand over to john b .he picked it up , turning it over to the label faced him , his thumb rubbing over the green beer texture with a soft smile on his face . raising the bottle to his lips , jj realised the was some left , making contact with the bitter sweet droplets which he relied more than ever ." 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒓 , 𝒊 𝒂𝒊𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 "jj paused , removing the glass from his lips as he slowly turned around where he 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 the voice .stood there l bandana around his neck , the same shirt from the night it all happened , was his best friend .he stuttered for a moment , finally clearing his throat as he placed down the now empty glass bottle . a grin tugged at his lips , taking a step closer to the other before throwing his arms around him and pulling him into a tight hug .𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 , 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒋𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝒃'𝒔 𝒅𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒋𝒋 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒌." you're back - " he spat out , between all the thoughts he had racing through his mind . it was like everything had gotten better , everything was back to normal and 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 about john b had changed since he'd left to sail the storm .
his best friend still had the same cuts on his face , unhealed , the same mosquito bites , and the same smug smile he always had ." you owe me a dollar , from that bet we had , remember ? " he laughed , after three months , the boy laughed . stood in his living room .john b hadn't moved once jj let go of the hug , instead he just folded his arms , looking jj up and down as if to judge what the boy had become .it was almost if john b was his conscience finally coming back , telling him to do better , to stop drinking and feeling sorry for himself ." 𝑤𝑒 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒋𝒋, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒂 𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒓 "" no , fucking , way ! " he jumped , knocking the same glass bottle off of the table , laughing hysterically as the front door slammed .immediately everything seemed bleak once more , the beer bottle was back on the table , the familiar smells were gone only to be replaced by the distinctive smell of his father , sweat , blood .jj's head snapped toward the door , as the voice hurled into the room he was stood within ." who the hell are you talking too, boy ? " his father questioned , jj only responding with another small smile .he pointed behind him , where john b stood .𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝑩 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅" 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚."

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