#protect jj maybank

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Best of Both Worlds

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Routledge!Reader

TW:alcohol, harassment, mentions of violence

Summary: Being John B's sister and Rafe's girlfriend comes with a whole list of benefits. The first one is that no one gets to fuck with you.

Word count:2k

A/N: this was supposed to be a one shot but now im pretty sure its going to be its own little universe. Also Im a whore for protective Rafe and JJ

Being John B's sister and JJ's best friend comes with advantages and pitfalls. One of those advantages being that nobody fucks with you. However, on the flip side of that, it means no guys will get within ten feet of you. 

Until Rafe Cameron saw you at least. He was the only guy on the island interested that wasn't afraid, and somehow weaseled his way into your heart. 

Of course, being his girlfriend comes with its own notoriety. 

You're now both Pogue and Kook royalty; one of the only people to earn trust from both sides simultaneously. The entirety of Outer Banks is practically your kingdom, you're both feared and respected from all corners.

You've gotten used to the way people avoid eye contact and quite literally part like the Red Sea when you walk past. Part of it's due to your own reputation that precedes you, but mostly it's because your boys are always in formation a few feet behind you like the secret service. 

It's no secret that you're under their protection; you're practically invincible. 

Granted, you're also known for your eagerness to fight and sharp tongue. Everyone knows that even if you are seen alone, it doesn't mean that you're vulnerable. 

So it's no shock that as you walk into the club with Rafe and the rest of the Pogues that the three of them are right behind you looking like Dobermans. They escort you to the bar to get a drink, and then to a table tucked into the back corner, distanced from the chaos of the dance floor. 

The music is loud and you already feel a smile creeping its way onto your face. After all the craziness, it feels good to just be out having fun with your friends. You all settle in, your body wedged between Rafe and Sarah in the booth.

It's easygoing for a while, everyone laughing and carrying light-hearted conversations as the alcohol flows. However, it doesn't take long for your drink to run out and you nudge Rafe's knee with your own to signal for him to let you out. 

"Where are you going?"

You lean up and give him a sweet kiss, shaking your head at his protective tone. 

"To get another drink."

He nods and starts following after you when you turn and give him a look. 

"I can handle getting a drink, Rafe." 

He hesitates for a second but knows better than to push you. The three of them may be like bodyguards, but they know to respect your boundaries. You're not a fragile flower that needs to be treated like a child, it's been proven time and time again. 

He watches as you saunter off, his eyes never leaving your scantily clad frame. 

You make your way to the bar and wait patiently for your drink. It's busy in here, and you know the bartenders are working as fast as they can. You're leaning forward a bit with your elbows resting on the backlit counter as you bop your head to whatever song is bumping. 

Your body stiffens when you feel a presence next to you, their arm brushing against yours and lingering a second too long. You know it's not any of your friends; they all have distinct signature colognes and this is definitely not familiar. 

It smells like axe mixed with vodka, and your nose scrunches up as the scent burns your nostrils. 

"Hey, whatcha drinking?"

The man's voice is grating, immediately causing irritation to flood you. Your eyes stare straight ahead as you answer, not wanting to give him any misconception that you're open to conversation. 

"Amaretto." 

Your voice is hard as you answer, and you pray he takes the hint. You're just here to have a good time, the last thing you want is the night to be ruined because of some asshole. 

"Interesting choice. Would've taken you as a sex-on-the-beach type of girl. What's your name?"

You give him a disgusted look at his implication and turn back to the bar. Where the hell is the bartender with your drink?

"Y/N."

It's against your better judgment, but you're not in the mood to fight and you're just trying to appease him long enough to get your drink and bolt. 

You can feel four sets of eyes staring at you, and you already know it's your three pit bulls along with Pope. The Heyward is easily just as protective when you're out, albeit in a less threatening manner. 

"Y/N. I like it, it's pretty just like you." 

You roll your eyes at the line, thoroughly unimpressed. It's not until you feel his hand on your waist that you stand up straight and face him. 

Your head tilts down to look at where he's touching you, before raising your eyes to give him a disbelieving look through your lashes. 

You realize you don't recognize him, and figure he must be a touron. That'd be the only explanation for him being stupid enough to put his hands on you. 

Your fingers wrap around his wrist as you shove him off and you take a step back. He's persistent, stepping forward to close the much-wanted distance again. His fingers dig into your hip and you decide you've had enough. 

"I'm actually here with somebody." 

It's your last attempt at handling this civilly, and much to your dismay it doesn't deter him. 

"I don't see him anywhere." 

You let out a dark chuckle, and the man misunderstands it as you taking the bait with a smile.

"Well, he sees you." 

The man's eyebrows furrow for a second, and you nod your head at the table. The boys are off to the side watching carefully for your signal. They know you can handle yourself; however, they're always on standby like guard dogs, ready to attack on your slightest command.

"See those men over there? The tall one with murder in his eyes is my boyfriend, Rafe. He'll kill you. The one with his arms crossed is my brother, John B. The blonde is JJ, my best friend. They'll be the ones that hide your body. And the last one at the end there? That's our ole' reliable, Pope. He won't hurt you, but he will be the alibi." 

The man chuckles nervously but doesn't release his hold on you. 

"I'm not worried about them. If they were gonna do something, they would have by now." 

You give him a sinister smile and shake your head. 

"That's where you're wrong. They don't come unless called. All I have to do is shoot them a look and you'll be eating through a tube. So, I'm gonna tell you one time to back the fuck off." 

He ponders for a second, before completely encroaching on your personal space. Over at the table, John B puts a hand on Rafe's arm to hold him back.

"If she needs us, she'll let us know." 

They watch as your hand comes up, open palm facing them, and start to move closer. 

"I'm gonna count down from five, and if you're not out of my sight when I reach zero, you're going to regret being born."

You start counting down, a finger dropping with each second. You get down to one, and the man laughs. 

"Are you sure you wanna do this? If you're thinking they won't go to jail over me, you're sadly mistaken. Rafe practically owns the island, hand cuffs won't even touch them." 

His eyebrow quirks, and you purse your lips. 

"Fine, have it your way." 

The second your hand becomes a closed fist, Rafe is behind the man. There isn't even time to blink before the stranger is ripped back by his collar hard enough for it to make him cough and sputter. 

He looks at you with wide eyes, and you just watch while sipping on your drink that's been sitting on the counter for a couple of minutes. 

"I believe the lady told you to fuck off." 

Rafe's voice is several octaves deeper than usual, rage coursing through his veins. John B and JJ are standing right behind him, ready to jump in and have their turn. Pope pulls you back, always one to make sure you don't get pulled into the violence. 

"We were just talking, man." 

The stranger tries desperately to de-escalate the situation, but it's far too late. 

"Looked like you were touching her. Maybe we should see if you like being touched without your permission." 

JJ's voice is akin to a growl, and you tsk. Asshole should've listened. 

The man that harassed you doesn't get a chance to respond before he's dragged out the back door while you and Pope go get the girls. 

"Come on, we gotta go." 

You grab Sarah's hand and tug, the blonde woman looking at you with confusion. When she looks behind you and sees that only Pope followed you back, her eyes widen in realization. 

"Right, okay. Let's go." 

Kie is right behind her, and the four of you pull the car around to wait for the three men. A few minutes go by before they come around the side of the building. You scoot out of the driver's seat to allow Rafe to climb in, the other two crawling in the back seat. 

You don't ask questions; you never do. You already know what happened, and if you didn't then his disheveled hair and bleeding knuckles are enough to clue you in. The drive back is silent, the Pogues being dropped off at John Bs before you and Rafe venture back to Tannyhill. 

Rafe holds your hand as you lead him upstairs to his room and into his bathroom. You nod your head at the toilet and he follows your silent instruction to sit.

Your hands rifle through a drawer and find the first aid kit with ease. You kneel in front of him, taking his battered knuckles with such tenderness it makes his heart ache.

The Rafe sitting in front of you now is light years from the man an hour ago and you wish people could see this side of him. 

He's the definition of heart eyes as he stares down at you with adoration, watching as you make practiced movements to disinfect and ice his wounds. 

"You don't have to do that, you know. Your dad turned you into his personal weapon, I don't want to do the same." 

His brows furrow at your confession and he gently grasps your chin to make you look at him. 

"Hey, I protect you because I want to. Nobody fucks with a Cameron."

You stop in your tracks and stare at him with raised eyebrows.

"I'm not a Cameron." 

His eyes bore into yours and the next words out of his mouth suck the air out of your lungs. 

"You will be." 

A playful smile breaks out on your face and you laugh lightly. 

"Rafe Cameron, are you asking me to marry you?"

There's a teasing lilt to your voice, but his face remains stoic. 

"If I was, would you say yes?"

Your eyes roam over his face searching for any sign of joking, and your mouth drops open when you find none. You nod your head slowly, almost afraid of moving. 

"In a heartbeat."

You stare in shock as he removes his hand from your face and slips his signet ring off his pinky. He takes your hand in his and places it on your left ring finger before pressing a kiss to it. 

"Then we'll go to Cartier tomorrow." 

You peer down at the ring now adorning your finger and try to process what the fuck just happened. Did you just get engaged to Rafe Cameron?

"Rafe, are you serious?" 

Tears are starting to sting your waterline as reality sinks in and he presses his forehead to yours. 

"Very."

At that, you leap into his arms and capture him in a searing kiss. 

"Oh my god, I'm gonna be your wife." You squeal and he laughs while holding you to his chest. 

"You've been my wife since our first date. Now it's just official."

His hand rubs gentle circles on your back as his heart swells with a love he didn't know was possible. 

"I love you." 

Your voice is barely above a whisper and he pulls back to look at you with a bright grin. 

"I love you too, Mrs. Cameron."

#rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron #Rafe Cameron x routledge!reader #outer banks imagine #outer banks fic #outer banks #protective Rafe Cameron #protective jj maybank

[winnie-the-monster]

#outer banks #obx #s1 #1x07 #jj maybank #😭😭😭 #protect him at all costs

[j2h5b5]

Testing the Limits

Summary: JJ Maybank’s little sister is doing some experimenting.

***

Oh. Oh shit.

That was Milly Maybank’s first thought upon waking.

And it wasn’t just because her head felt like a balloon filled with blood, stretched fit to burst and throbbing along with the beat of her heart.

Or because her mouth seemed to be filled with cotton, and tasted like something had rotted inside there.

Or because her stomach was roiling like the HMS Pogue in a high wind and she was pretty sure she was about to vomit all over these clean white sheets.

These clean white sheets on her hospital bed.

Yep, that’s why she woke up mentally cussing.

Because she didn’t have much memory of last night, but what flashed through her mind wasn’t good at all, and whatever had happened to land her here had to have been literally catastrophic. They couldn’t fucking afford a hospital.

There was a needle in her arm with a clear tube leading up to a bag on a pole like you see on TV, and a beeping monitor that was presumably alerting everyone in the room to the fact that she was alive?

Everyone. That would be … Without moving her head (both because to do so would risk popping the balloon that was keeping her liquefied brain in place and also because she was afraid to draw attention), Milly took mental stock. Pope, Kiara, Sarah, John B. And, of course, JJ.

Her brother was perched in a very uncomfortable-looking plastic chair at her bedside, his blond head resting on his arms, which were resting on the edge of the mattress. His eyes were closed and she bit her lip as a flashback of the night before fluttered vaguely at the back of her mind.

What did you take? Milly, answer me, what did you take?

JJ, she’s not hearing you, she needs a hospital.

I know, FUCK, I KNOW, let’s go. Move, just fucking move, I’ve got her. Come here, baby sister. Come on, Jay’s got you.

The world tilting on its axis as strong arms lifted her like she weighed nothing at all.

A bumpy ride, tires spinning gravel and mud, panicked fussing and bickering that made no sense, then bright lights, violent and harsh.

Then nothing.

Then this.

That was it for the details of the AFTER. From the BEFORE, she remembered more than she wanted to. The fight with her brother, hurling sharp words at all his soft spots. Blind anger making her cruel. Running off into the night. Running toward the very thing JJ was trying to keep her from in the first place. Triumphant at winning the battle.

She’d stayed gone for two days. Ignoring texts and calls from all of them and successfully staying off the radar until she got too brave and went to grab a late lunch at The Wreck. Sitting at a deck table off in the far corner with her back to the late-afternoon stragglers. She had almost finished wolfing down her burger when an open palm smacked the back of her head hard and a much-loved voice with an icy sharp edge commanded: “Hey brat. Call your damn brother.”

Looking up at Kie, Milly saw the older girl’s annoyance and responded with an admittedly childish “No.”

“He’s worried about you.”

“He’s a dick.”

“Yeah? He’s JJ. That’s not the point. You owe him better than this.”

And Milly knew she was right, which was why she doubled down. “I don’t want to talk to him yet. I’ll call him when I’m ready, and when he’s done treating me like a stupid kid.”

“Stop acting like one.”

Milly pushed her chair back and stood up from the table, making to leave. Kiara set down the tray she was carrying and reached for Milly. “Wait, wait. Where are you staying? At least tell me that. Are you being careful?”

Dodging Kie’s grasping hand, Milly shot her a look of honest apology—really, this whole thing had gotten out of hand but she didn’t know how to fix it now. “I’m fine. Tell him I’m fine.”

And she left fast, because Kiara was a good runner and Milly wasn’t positive she wouldn’t be chased all the way back to where her new friends were waiting.

And now.

When she finally tore her eyes away from the head of floppy blond hair next to her, she realized the others—all of them—were watching her.

Time to face the music.

***

TBC?

#outer banks fanfiction #outer banks #jj maybank #protective jj maybank #obx fic #john b routledge #kiara carrera #the pogues #jj obx #oc #bigbrotherjjmaybank #protective pogues #found family

[lis4ux]

Chapter 13.

"JJ?" Sarah asks as he passes the rest of the girls team, who've huddle in the middle of the court to give the trainers and coaches space to look into Kiara's welfare.

Peterkin is knelt beside her, a trainer from the hosting school and coach Shoupe also at her side. Kiara is whimpering, back on the floor, and eyes welling with tears she's trying to hold back just to be tough.

JJ takes a knee at her side, gripping her hand as the trainer asks her questions. What she felt, did she hear a crack or pop, etc.

"JJ, you should go back to your team," Coach Peterkin says.

"I'm good," he declines, like it was his decision. "I won't get in the way," he promises.

Kiara's coach gives him a glaring look for not knowing his place, but says nothing after she sees how tightly Kiara is holding his hand, eyes tightly shut as she tries to take deep breaths to calm down.

Coach Peterkin lets the trainer continue testing her player's injury with presses and pokes at different points in her ankle. Kiara nods and shakes her head, informing them of where the pain is.

"Can you walk it off?" Peterkin asks after a moment.

Kiara nods, but JJ is doubtful, hoping that no one lets her get up without assistance. She leans up, taking Peterkin and Shoupe's hands to help pull herself to a standing position. JJ flanks her side, and when she tries to take a step, he's there to catch her before her ankle gives out and she's on the floor again.

He swings her arm around his shoulders, hoping to help her walk off the court. It's clear that she can't put any kind of pressure on it, and he only lets her go a couple more steps before he can't handle the small cries of pain and the tears rolling down her face.

"I got you," he says, before hooking an arm under her knees and lifting her up completely, carrying her out of the gym. Kiara buries her face in his chest, hiding her tears from the crowd.

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[willshookaspear]

NOT BY BLOOD | RAFE CAMERON x OC

Snippet from 02: mother-fucking obx.

Before she stepped out of the bathroom, she wrapped the towel closer to her body. When she swung the door open, shock penetrated her senses. She yelped.

Rafe looked at her with an amused expression before letting his dark eyes trickle up and down her body. She immediately rolled her eyes at him, mimicking the fighting stance they'd worn around each other as children - always defensive, always cautious.

"Josephine," he said, his voice resonating deeply.

"Rafe," she said back, eyeing him with suspicion. He looked older, grown. His jawline was sharpened, his chest and shoulders built. Confidence and smugness drifted off him like evaporating water. The look in his eyes enraged her. So what I used your shower? Get over yourself. You didn't pay for this house. She prepared herself to stand her ground, to show him she wasn't just a little girl anymore. She angled her chin up high.

"How are you?" he said, a smug smirk pulling at the side of his mouth. Hiding her surprise, she narrowed her eyes at him in dismissal. Is he kidding? He doesn't care how I am. 'How are you' - pfft - go fuck yourself.

"Naked," she replied, as if it was obvious, which it was. She stayed put, testing him. A dimple creased his left cheek as he smirked at her statement. Eyebrows raised, his gaze quickly slid down her body and back to her eyes. She bit her lip in annoyance.

"I can see that," Rafe said, a spark in his dark eyes. He seemed completely poised as his hot breath licked over Josie's face. She swallowed hard, but continued to stare into his eyes, neither of them breaking away.

AO3: NOT BY BLOOD | RAFE CAMERON by willshookaspear

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[jojameswinter]

He stares at the cover of the packet for an undetermined amount of time before he realizes it’s just the title. He tosses a quick glance her way before he turns to the first full page of text, paralysis settling in when he sees the sheer amount of letters. Time ticks as he grips the stack of papers in his hand, noticing the wet crinkle where his thumb rests, the sweat beading on his forehead.

JJ reads. When it’s strictly necessary. A street sign, a text. Shit that’s short enough for him to absorb without having to start over every goddamn line to understand.

And he does. Reads the first two sentences over, and over–

Fighting to reel in the letters swimming on the page, to catch them and place them in order. Every time Kiara turns a page absentmindedly, he feels the temperature rise another degree staring at the first fucking paragraph.

----

Or, JJ tries to dip on a school project. Kiara won't let him.

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[jiara week 2023 - day 3: protective] [jiara bingo - protective]

#jiara #jiaraweek2023 #day 3: protective #jj x kiara #kiara x jj #jj x kie #jiara fic #jiarafic #jiara fanfic #obx #obx fic #jj maybank #kiara carrera #jiarabingo #jiara bingo #protective

[kiekiecarrera]

something i noticed about jj in season 3, that i haven’t really seen anyone bring up yet— why does he sleep OUTSIDE of his house? like yes we know he’s been evicted, but we also know from when the pogued first got back from poguelandia that jj can still break in through the window. he has a bedroom, a bed, all that based off the fact that nothing really seems to have changed/been taken from inside the house yet. So when sarah goes to his house looking for place to stay and notices the pillows/blankets set up on the porch or when john b pulls up to the maybank residence to tell jj his big johns been kidnapped and jj is trying to sleep on the porch, it’s clear jj has been Choosing to sleep outside on the porch. i’m curious why that is? it’s clearly a subtle thing meant to say something about his character, and i would assume that being inside the house itself is too traumatic so he opts to stay outside. or maybe because his bedroom is hardly even his since he spent so much time avoiding his own house in general? idk, i’m curious to hear what your take is on this, bc i think it’s super interesting

I've been wondering about that for a while, and with JJ it's always hard to figure out what the writers are doing on purpose and what Rudy's bringing to the table, but I think this one is more purposeful.

I think there are a lot of ways you could interpret this, and I don't think it strictly has to do with JJ's house itself. Although I'm sure JJ's house is a sore spot to begin with, and it's a place where he's never felt safe and protected, so he doesn't like being in there too much to begin with.

But I also think it's a lot to do with JJ feeling cornered and stifled in any closed quarters in season 3 - it's not only at his house that he sleeps outside, he also wakes up on the porch couch at the chateau in 3x08, so it looks like he doesn't sleep inside there, even though by that point big john is gone, so there's plenty of room inside. And we've seen him crash on the pullout before, so we know it's not always been the case. But this season, he seems to spend very little time inside, and I think it has a lot to do with Poguelandia, because that island was a little bit like JJ's own personal version of heaven, and when they were on the island they slept outside. So it might be his attempt at finding some of the peace he found on the island in the obx.

Another reason might have to do with JJ feeling like he always needs to be alert and ready to run at any second. From the first episode, we see JJ at peace with never going back to the obx because he believes he has so much to run away from there. When he and Kie discuss going back in episode 3, you can see all the things he's worried about him that are waiting for him - the restitution, no job, no parents. He literally says arrows are coming in hot, so he's almost expecting to have to run and fight even before he's back in Kildare, so sleeping outside might bring him a bit more comfort, because if someone comes for him, he has a better chance of escaping and not getting trapped inside a house.

All in all it's another way that shows just how deep JJ's trauma goes, and how much shit he has to sort through before he can really start to lead a better life where he feels safe and in control.

#answered #anonymous #jj maybank #protect this boy at all costs

[black-grey-white-purple]

It's so funny how JJ says to John B 'Verdict's in, bro. Whoever's up there, does not like you.' As if JJ himself has not lost the same if not more than John B.

#baby get behind me #we protect jj at all costs here #outer banks jj #jj deserves better #jj maybank #jj obx #obx #outer banks #john b obx #john b routledge

[notbadweird]

Jiara Week Day 3

What Happens If JJ Actually Used Himself As Bait To Get To Kiara? Here JJ Suggested This Right After They Climbed Over The Wall To Avoid The Dogs And Police.

Word Count: 2757

"So what's the plan now?" JJ said as he scanned the room hoping someone else would chime in with ideas. "What's our plan b?" he started pacing around. "We just kicked the hornets nest man so we gotta think of something quick" his breath was short and he couldn't stop moving to save his life. "JJ calm down" Pope suggested.

"Calm down Pope?!" JJ then got up in his face angrily. "We do something to their guys, they're gonna do something to Kie" "It was your idea" Sarah chimed in kinda annoyed but she knew he was just worried and couldn't think straight. "Yeah, I know that was my idea okay" JJ started to get a little loud, Cleo has to shush him before attention was drawn to them. "My bad, that one's on me" JJ whisper yelled.

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[velvet-pumpkin]

Outer Banks

Despite what he thinks (and what everyone tells him), JJ is not his father.

Here's to hoping he realises that he is deserving of love and good things in S3.

T-minus 11 Days (but I'm in the UK and it's late, so more like 10).

#jj maybank #outer banks #do you have any idea how special your son is? #jj #OBX #this took me forever sorry #protect jj

[missmouse43]

Here’s another random word prompt drabble this time featuring protective!JJ. Mentions of violence and blood ahead.

Word Prompt: Crack

…..

It’s the nausea inducing CRACK heard round the world when JJ’s fist connects with Michael Hendricks’s face. Kiara hears herself let out a gasp along with several other bystanders as the injured teen dropped to the sand. A grotesque river of blood already starting to stain the front of his perfectly pressed blue polo shirt.

“She said she’s not interested, asshole,” JJ seethed down at the boy. The fire in his eyes burning hot enough to melt iron. “Put your hands on her again and I’ll break more than just your nose.”

JJ's dark promise hangs in the air for several seconds before the fear of the Maybank boy making good on that threat sends the kook, now clutching his bloodied face, stumbling off the beach without a fight.

“Are you okay?” JJ asked when he turned to face her, but Kiara’s too focused on the crowd of their peers forming around them to answer. Instead, she grabbed the blond’s wrist—attached to the hand that didn’t have another person’s blood on it—and proceeded to drag him away from the scene of the crime. She needed them to disappear before some jerk with a vendetta decided to use this little incident as an excuse to call the cops on him.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Kiara chided, more so for the principal of the thing (she was a pacifist at heart) and not so much because she was genuinely upset with him. Michael’s advances towards her had already crossed the line from uncomfortable to downright creepy 10 minutes ago. And Kiara couldn’t say with absolute certainty that if JJ hadn’t stepped in when he did that she wouldn’t have done the exact same thing.

“Seriously, Kie? That guy was a prick!”

“I know.”

“I heard him! He wouldn’t take no for an answer—!”

“I know, JJ.” To settle him, Kiara allowed her grip to shift towards his hand. And when she gave him a brief yet meaningful squeeze, JJ immediately returned the gesture with a tight squeeze of his own.

Thank you.

Always.

#ok I'm officially having fun with these now 🥰 #my fic #jiara #jiara drabble #kiara carrera x jj maybank #protective!jj #good friend jj maybank #obx fic #kiara carrera fic #jj maybank fic

[bensonstablers]

thinking about how JJ often comes up with these over-the-top plans which are often on the fly and the rest of the Pogues (or whoever) quickly point out to him why those plans will not work. however, when Kie doesn’t show up to the plane in season 3, he takes off to look for her and practically wings the whole thing and he finds her and helps her and he’s able to pull the whole thing off despite some hitches because he’s so determined to make sure she’s safe and wants to protect her from something she never wanted in the first place (boarding school/being sent away). like, tracking her down and breaking her out of the wilderness place was yet another on the fly thing but it doesn't matter because it's Kie and JJ won't give up on her and I'm actually quite emotional thinking about it

#like he's so afraid of not being enough and not being wanted #and he's so afraid to open his heart and be vulnerable #but he's such a sweet and loyal boy who will literally do anything to protect the people he loves #no matter what it means for him and i LOVE IT #outer banks #jj maybank #kiara carrera #jj x kie #danielle talks fandom #danielle talks about outer banks

[initialchains]

holy shit the new percy jackson trailer?? mannn just letting all of you know that i will be writing for luke castellan when the show comes out because i will always be weak for men with unresolved trauma who think they’re hard to love

#i mean: lockwood jj maybank luke castellan … i could go on #luke castellan you will always be protected by ME!! #magnolia’s stuff!

[lis4ux]

Together Chapter 44: Anything she wants

"Hey!"

Travis turns, startled by a voice he wasn't expecting. "Oh!" he says, hands raised and then coming down when he recognizes JJ.

Maybe he really is clueless, because he doesn't appear afraid as JJ stalks over to him, throwing his board in the sand as he nears him. "Sorry, I'm not trying anything—" he tries to assure, thinking he was being warded off for attempting grand theft auto.

JJ walks up and gives him a hard shove, causing him to trip and fall onto his back.

"Whoa! Hey! I wasn't doing anything!"

"Funny," JJ bites, furrowed brows set in a murderous expression. "Seems to me like you do a lot of things."

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[willshookaspear]

Right Now | Rafe Cameron x OC

Snippet from 12: be quiet, don't get caught.

She opened the door a crack without peeking through the peephole and her eyes shot wide open. Rafe, realising the reason for her reaction, did the same.

"Shit," he mouthed and Billie nodded: yes, you idiot.

She quickly slid outside into the hallway and closed the door behind her.

"What are you doing here?" Billie asked, urgent voice hushed.

"Are they here?" Rafe asked and pointed to the door. Billie gave him a dead glare. "Okay, stupid question," he said quickly and smirked. "I'll leave," he whispered and gave her a wink.

As he started walking down the stairs, Billie walked after him.

"Rafe," she whispered curiously and grabbed his wrist. He turned around with raised eyebrows. "Why did you come?" Rafe smirked viciously at her question and she looked at him in surprise, taking a step back. Oh, really. He started walking down the stairs. Billie closed her eyes hard for a second. Shit.

"Psst, Rafe," Billie hissed and took another step. He turned around with hunger in his eyes, which flickered cautiously to the door to her apartment. Billie bit her lip in indecision.

"Fuck it," Rafe muttered, took a big step towards Billie and pressed her up by the waist against the staircase wall. He hungrily collided his lips with hers.

Her hands were in his hair, his were placed firmly on her waist as their tongues fought for control. As Rafe made his way to her neck, Billie let out an involuntary gasp, making him grunt in disapproval, telling her to be quiet, don't get caught. She bit her lip in response and Rafe's lips pressed against hers again. Suddenly, he tore away from her and she almost fell into him from the sudden lack of resistance. She looked angrily at him through her lashes and he sighed violently through his nose. Then Billie smiled deviously, got on her tip-toes and bit him gently on his ear-lobe. Then she walked back to the door. When she opened it, she looked back at Rafe who was still leaning on the wall with his arm stretched out. He pushed away from it and looked at Billie one last time, a side smile playing on his lips. Fuck.

AO3: Right Now | Rafe Cameron by willshookaspear

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[jojameswinter]

Ugh, there really is nothing like a good old fashioned protective JJ jiara fic and you can’t change my mind. It will do it for me every single time 👏🏼

I am here and down for JJ Maybank 100% of the time 😍 And I do love protective vibes, even when they're more subtle. Who loves their family and is more loyal to them than JJ????

I really love protective Kie too! They both just give so much "burn it all to the ground for you" energy it makes me FUCKING FERAL FHWEIHFOIWEH

Cheers to protective moments in S4!!!!!! ❤️

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