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don’t move.
pairings. jj maybank x fem!reader, but a little rafe cameron x fem!reader tension
about. when rafe finds out john b’s back and raids the chateau, no one’s there to be found… except reader.
warnings. foul language, guns
ricky rocks. idek, maybe i’ll make a part two lmk ig
“can i help you, boys?”
rafe cursed lowly to himself as he turned slowly along with barry, gripping his gun tightly.
“did you not check the house?” rafe grunted lowly towards barry who only frowned hard, looking at you and then to the shotgun you had gripped highly.
you had been hid snug in the coat closet of the chateau, almost terrified out of your wits as you had heard someone ransack the small home; but coming upon realization it was only rafe and his goon, barry. your fear had gone straight out the window as you had quite literally watched the two of them from the window before quickly searching the room you and jj both shared for the shotgun you had stolen from your father’s old and neglected gun cabinet.
you weren’t afraid.
“y/n,” rafe seemed hesitant, eyeing you as if trying to figure out how to get out of this situation, but he knew he couldn’t with the high possibility of you shooting him with any drastic move he’d make. “just thought i’d pay you and your old friend john b a visit.”
of course.
“what?”
“you know, the guy who used to live here? brown hair, had a thing for my sister.”
“rafe, what the fuck are you talking about?”
“i think you know what i’m talking about,” he attempted to take a step closer to you, but only for you to cock the shotgun. it made him back up fast, raising his arms up slowly. “y/n.. you don’t want to shoot me.”
“really?” you quirked a brow, wanting him just to explain why.
“you don’t want my dead body on your conscious.”
“you would know what that’s like, wouldn’t you, rafe?”
he clenched his jaw, directing his line of vision away from you and to the ground, as if he was holding himself back; talking himself down.
“just.. put your gun down, girly,” barry’s eyes switched between you and rafe, attempting to undermine any harm rafe could play out right now if he didn’t say anything.
you weren’t scared, but you knew what rafe was capable of. you knew he probably wasn’t afraid of hurting you and the only thing keeping him from that was barry and your gun.
“you first,” you nodded toward the handgun they both held to their sides. barry almost trying his best to hide his from your line of sight as he shifted it close behind him.
“look, i know you’re lying,” rafe spoke again, practically charging toward you with the wide step he took toward you. “and i won’t hurt you…” the barrel of the gun touched his chest and he didn’t even flinch, “if you just tell me the truth.”
his hand reached out, attempting to touch your face till you flinched away fast, elbowing his arm away fast, “don’t fucking touch me, asshole.”
“what’re you going to do,” he laughs, shifting back on his feet. “you’re just a little girl with a gun.”
“rafe let’s just leave.”
“a girl that knows how to use a gun.”
“then prove it, y/n,” he dips his head toward you with a mocking smile, challenging you, “shoot that big gun of yours, little girl.”
“your daddy’s not here to save you this time rafe, you sure you want to me to do that?”
“rafe, let’s go,” barry grabs onto his broad shoulder, trying to pull him off from his leaning position, his daring position. “rafe.”
“do it.”
“rafe!” barry roughly pulled him away from you, almost sending him to the ground before pushing him aside as if speaking to him privately, “what’re we fucking doing, man, it’s obvious they’re not here.”
“it’s obvious-“
“nah, knock it the fuck off,” barry’s eyes met yours for a split second before looking back to rafe. “let’s get out of here.”
you watched them walk off slowly before rafe turned around while slowly walking backward, “this isn’t over, trader.”
his words were sour and you could feel your blood beginning to pulse through your veins even faster than before. maybe… you were a bit afraid.
“are you okay?” you felt jj’s arm wrap around your waist the moment his feet hit the ground.
“yeah,” you breathed out, leaning into his grasp after you dropped the gun. “there’s no one like rafe cameron.”
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best player, best bet.
pairings. jj maybank x fem!reader
part four of four.
about. jj pays you one last visit.
warnings. swearing
ricky rocks. finally finished 🥳🥳🥳 this is also a THIRD repost, because it wouldn’t let me edit the last one 😢
you had won the best player award. jj had stepped down and you didn’t even have to fulfill your side of the deal.
there was a part of you that felt very guilty for not showing up for him, but another part of you that knew you deserved this and it probably didn’t effect jj as largely as you originally thought. ward probably had girls lined up for him and your absence was probably no surprise after what you had saw.
“i honest to god don’t believe you’ll need this many clothes,” rafe grumbles, helping you stuff a bag full of just your shirts. you glanced over to him, laughing to yourself as you packed another bag for your pants. “i mean c’mon, y/n, after the first week you’re not even going to have enough energy to change your pants.”
“whatever rafe,” you shook your head, “i actually care for personal hygiene and looking my best, unlike you—who i could smell the beer off of when you came home for break.”
“oh, boohoo, give me a break, sweetheart. some of us actually know how to have some fun,” he mocked you, setting the bag down before grabbing another. “big surprise, it’s not you.”
you roll your eyes. maybe asking rafe to help you pack for college was a mistake, especially since it wasn’t even twenty minutes in and he was shitting on you.
“hey, y/n/n! someone’s at the door for you!”
you got to your feet at the sound of your mothers words, sharing a look with rafe before you exit your room and toward the front door, “who is it..?”
your question fades the moment jj comes into view and suddenly your mouth is a steel trap in surprisal of the sight of him. you hadn’t expected to see jj after hockey season, not after all these months, but there he was with his hands stuffed in his jean jacket and a sheepish smile that made your stomach flutter.
“long time no see, hockey puck.”
“jj,” his name comes out breathless from your mouth like you had been winded, and it’s almost like you were. “come in?”
“that a question?”
“no,” you smile crookedly, motioning him further into the house. “just come in.”
he slowly strolls to your living room where you follow behind, expecting him to take a seat, but he only stops in the door frame, turning back to face you, “how are you doing, kid?”
“i should be asking you that.”
he scoffs, almost wincing at the tone of your voice and knowing exactly what you’re referring to, “listen, i didn’t come here to make small talk.”
“sounded like you were.”
“okay,” he sighs, already regretting coming to your home, kicking himself for thinking it’d be so easy to talk to you after all this time of distance and tension just waiting to fill the space between the two of you again. “are you happy?”
“what?” you narrow your brows at the question.
“are you happy?” he repeats, “the award ceremony shit—i’m happy for you, proud of you, really.”
you feel your face burn, suddenly looking to the floor at realization of what he was saying. you felt guilty as well as flattered at his kind words falling out of his mouth without a problem. he was being genuine, but something about it still made you feel… ashamed.
“you got what you worked hard for, y/n. should be proud yourself.”
“yeah…” you still stared at the ground, “thanks jj.”
“still disappointed you didn’t show up.”
there is was.
“i wanted to, you should know i did. but i couldn’t,” your eyes move fast to meet his, feeling remorse, but he doesn’t seem sad, or disappointed, or even mad when he looks back at you. it almost looks like he understands, like he doesn’t really care that much. “i would have socked that man in the face of i had to see him again.”
he laughs dryly, slightly shaking his head, “would have loved to see that.”
“probably best it didn’t happen. wouldn’t have wanted to ruin your chances at one of the perfect little colleges he has set up for you.”
“what have i told you before, kid?” his arms slight reach out from his sides in expression. “i’m set for life, no matter how hard i fuck up.”
you shake your head, thinking about how true it was. jj was hooked up way before hockey season even ended.
“when do you leave?” you mumble.
“tomorrow, actually,” he stuffs his hands in his pockets, not satisfied with the answer he gave you either. he just wished he had more time.
shit.
it’s silent now and your whole body feels itchy with uncomfortableness. jj’s eyes are tightly focused on the ground once more, his eyebrows furrowed as if he’s frustrated and having a mental battle with himself in thought.
you watch him carefully, but you want to look away in fear of him catching you shamelessly staring. your drawn to the confusion on his face, to every emotion that crosses his features. he’s almost red in the cheek from shame but you can’t understand why.
“you know, i remember when i first met you…” he laughs a little, cutting himself off. “oh god, the guys would talk about you all the time and how crazy it was that they let a girl on a team… and then i was like ‘hey… i know that girl.’”
“you had always wore those pink barrette things,” he motions to his blonde strands, “so i was shocked to see you kicking our asses that first game.”
“and the second.”
he scoffs, nodding, “and the second.”
you hate the space between the two of you right then. you hate how antsy he is and the way he moves only seems to put more distance between you.
“point is, i’m happy for you… and even if you’re not allowed… to play in college, i’m glad you got that scholarship. you deserve it, all of it.”
oh.
after getting the award and finishing out the season and school—your doubts were getting the best of you about getting a scholarship or even playing in college. like jj had said before, scouts were misogynistic and they weren’t going to change their opinions on girls playing a boys sport. not for any, not for one.
thankfully, colorado was your saving grace—handing you a scholarship, not exactly a spot on the team—but the promise of consideration when time gets there. which everyone really knew what that meant—no.
“thank you, jj,” your eyes fall to the ground. “it’s a shame that i’ll never be able to kick your ass again though,” you shake your head in disappointment, a loud hearty laugh ringing through your ears as jj throws his head back.
“yeah, you wish, sweetheart,” he shakes his head himself at the ridiculousness in your statement. “you’re good, but not that good.”
“yeah, you want to bet, maybank?” your head tips back in a challenging manner, arching a brow.
“give me a time and place, hockey puck, i’ll be there.”
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is it just me or was the episodes this season were shorter than usual??
is it just me or was the episodes this season were shorter than usual??
is it just me or was the episodes this season were shorter than usual??
On a quest to reblog every single good anti jiara take
anyway when I say j*ara would ruin established characterization I’m not just talking about jj and kie like you’d have to do some shit to all of the characters for that to work and to be supported pope isn’t angry about it? okay. there’s no way he’s not fucking hurt over her using him and then moving on to jj, though. especially not since he saw how hard she fought against john b and sarah and found out about the john b/kie kiss in season one. and he doesn’t even know about the fact she threw them sleeping together in her mother’s face out of fucking spite.
john b supports it? fat fucking chance honestly. and not because he’s into kie or anything but because he’s known jj longer than any of them and he knows it’d be a fucking disaster of hurt feelings.
sarah supports it? MAYBE i could buy that she supports what makes the others happy but she also fucking knows what kie did with pope and she would have some reservations about that.
jj himself gave up on doing anything with kie a long time ago and you can’t convince me that one of the most loyal characters on the show is going to get with someone who just unceremoniously dumped his best friend????
Sometimes they create the *best* male characters, giving them a solid backstory, the right sprinkle of trauma that they need to overcome in the main arch, a well-rounded personality... just to pair them with the most random main chick that was never really THERE for them, does not understand their full depth, is actually pretty basic as a character, but is hot.
Some characters are supposed to stay single, even if you can clearly tell that they need someone by their side, because better to have no one than the wrong one.
the build up of jiara was literally so bad and i don’t want to even imagine what they are like in an actual relationship
Hating her since season one ✨
Jiara is genuinely making me so upset I’m not even kidding rn-
I hate Kie and I don’t know if y’all are ready to hear that 👀
JJ Maybank aka the best character on Outer Banks
i have been meaning. to draw this for ages.
anyways. silly obx joke
Just watched season 2 of OBX and what I've gathered is that
—Ward is a Psychopath
—And Rafe is a Sociopath/Manic
★Also Big John is alive!?!★
Outer Banks characters as gifs
Kiara Carrera
Pope Heyward
JJ Maybank
John B
Rafe Cameron
Carla Limbrey
Topper Thornton
Ward Cameron
Cleo
The Pouges
Role cal
Rebecca, the brainy one, head of censorship and mind control
Heather, the cool one, I put drugs in the water supply
Valencia, the sexy one, czar of torture
