#outer banks brain rot | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

yellowlaboratory · 1 year

Note

Hi!! What are your season 3 thoughts?? And most importantly, what are your Jiara related season 3 thoughts? :D

alksjdfhlaskdfj i have. so many thoughts. i've never ever written something short so uhhhhh.....stick with me, lmao.

first, non-jiara thoughts:

cleope was SO cute!!! i wanted to wait for the writing to convince me on them as a ship because I really wanted something more than "these two aren't with any one so lets put them together" for cleo and pope and I've been completely convinced. They both bring out a different side to each other and the way Pope opens his family and his home to her is just alkdjfhlksajdfhlkajsdhf it's unbearably sweet. i love her interactions with the heywards and i love how instantly she fits in. the scene when he leaves her in his room and she does a tiny dance and then falls back on his bed and says "thanks, pope"..... yeah i think i was cosigning on that ship as soon as I saw that asdklfjhaskdfl. and the scene in 3x06 where she stops him from shooting rafe and he cries in her arms.... oh my god. it single handedly saved that episode for me. AND THEIR KISS???? oh my god.

i also LOVED Cleo's friendship with JJ. When they are on a mission together, they are right there with each other. and, speaking of friendships, I loved that we got more JJ & John B, best friends since third grade content. the fact that they physically started fighting... idk, I think it just made them feel even more like brothers to me.

i also just really loved some of the (for lack of a better term) girlboss moments this season. there are SO many moments that i was loudly cheering for my girls. Cleo having the only brain cell like 180% of the time when Kiara is kidnapped. Kiara betraying rafe and stealing that boat (i was fully cheering ala kiara during the cliff jump scene like that is my GIRL) (also madison bailey the woman that you ARE the way she never even a little bit played into the r*ara of it all. any time Rafe looked or spoke to or was in the general vicinity of Kiara, she looked SO uncomfortable and I love that for me). and I really REALLY loved Sarah manipulating Topper lmao "you're such a giver" "it's just how i was raised" KLAJDHLAKSJDH

and, actually, I think the inculsion of topper in the heist was super funny and exactly the type of shit i want to see from him (if wheezie had been there to give him shit, it would have basically been any fic i've ever written with topper in it). when topper is being used purely for comedy, he's kind of a genius character - Austin North can deliver those bat shit Topper lines really well, and the rest of the characters (particularly Kiara) react SO well to him. he's so easy to make fun of!!! but then.... having Sarah go back to topper again was uhhhh not it. I think they should have kept the s2 or the s3 stopper storyline in, but not both. sarah going back to something that reminds her of a time when her life was easier while shit is absolutely hitting the fan and she has nothing else is like, very much in character, and that's what happened both times. the fact that they didn't show her growing through that in this season, but instead regressing..... idk, i'm excited to see a Sarah with more growth. also, canon comedic topper is dead to me forever after burning down the chateau so, i guess that's a loss on both fronts (i can't talk anymore about the chateau burning down but i have a lot of feelings about it).

i really hated big john. i'm so sorry, but looking back, John B should have left that man in the fucking bell tower. I think the amount of screentime he took is my biggest gripe of the season (i did a scrub of the show for just jiara scenes after my first watch and the amount of times i had to scroll by that man.... my god). and not only did he take up a shit ton of screentime, he kept John B away from the pogues - both physically and emotionally - for most of the season (the lack of goofy happy pogues moments is my second biggest gripe with the season). If you've read pltc, you know that I had a lot of thoughts about Big John and his relationship with the pogues but...... when he died (actually, this time), it was only dry eyes here lmao. I feel bad for John B, obviously, but everything (and i mean EVERYTHING) Big John did this season was so shitty for John B, I can only say that i think John B is better off without him.

i think the thing that has me the most conflicted is the 18 month time jump. narratively, it makes so much sense - and logistically, aging up the characters as the cast ages makes a lot of sense. i don't love that we'll miss alot of jiara and cleope but I'm coming around to the thought of it all by opening ao3 and waiting for those time jump fics to pour in. @ josh pate if season 4 opens with JJ slamming Kie against a wall as they're making out i'll forgive literally everything, i'm so easy to please.

i guess this is the perfect transition to the jiara of it all. the first few episodes literally bodied me. every interaction on Poguelandia bodied me - the way they were living their poguelandia/surf trip dream, the "just like we talked about", the angsty silent conversations they were having when they saw the plane. kiara getting kidnapped hit - I think the way JJ was so focused on getting her back was so perfect, the dock hug was actual literal perfection. I am a Hug Girl first and foremost and oh my GOD?

the first almost kiss floored me. i did not expect it. the transition from their dumbass little jokes to almost kissing.......... i'm gonna die. i literally fell off my couch. I think Pope being the one to break it up was inevitable, as was their conversation. idk how i feel about it, i know pope was always going to have opinions on jiara and i'm glad it wasn't super salty but.... i'm gonna need to rewatch it a few times i think.

episode 4 absolutely ended me. those conversations and the way Kiara knows JJ and the way JJ was imploding.... absolutely insane. the framing of that episode (like the actual cinematography not the writing lmao) was not my favorite, but the content was SO good. it was everything i wanted I was losing my mind. JJ telling Kiara she's a kook HURT. Kiara knowing that he's lashing out cause he's scared made me yodel. the talk in the chateau's yard about truces immediately followed by another almost almost kiss made me want to scream into a pillow. 10s all around.

I also love Heist Jiara. I loved seeing JJ at the carrera's house for the conversation about the cross, and the way he's a little bit like a caged animal around Mike is perfect!!! Him self destructing by stealing the money clip is just literally JJ 101. Jiara bike ride to Kilby Girl is now my entire personality!!!!!!!! also the fight about the money clip - that's not really about the money clip at all - followed immediately by JJ almost dying and Kiara being like "don't you ever do that again" is just aksldjfhkasjdfhlkjasdhlfkjasd i could YODEL.

the gate fight absolutely took me by suprise. the "i love you dude" was not what i was expecting AT ALL. JJ's buffering reaction and the way he's trying to downplay it was 10298/10. the hurt in kiara's face made me want to cry, and then John B fucking everything up feels... well, a little inevitable. I also love that even in their angstiest, jiara is still together, and in episode 8, they are sitting on the couch and kiara's playing the ukuele LIKE. they are best friends. they are so important to each other. nothing is ever going to change that. I also love love love the part where he's like "i'll tell you on the plane." idk it makes me feel buzzy.

episode 9 is a literal fucking feast. the feral jj, the way he KNOWS something is up when she doesn't show up, the way he drops everything and then ends up in kahoots with Barricuda Mike to get her back. "I kind of got a date" ????!?!?!?!??!!!!! then the whole thing about Marley the cat (josh I KNOW you are on the ao3 tag just drop me the username please) and Kiara immediately knowing it was him as soon as she heard "blond". the "me?". the KISS. the giggly happy in love couple that they are!!!!! i do wish the kiss had better lighting for my giffer friends but i know we're gonna get the brightest kiss in the world in s4 to make up for it (pates make it happen!!!). and i think my favorite scene of the entire season is them being so happy and giggly on the plane and the high five into a handhold alkdjsfhlkasjdfhlksadf.

episode 10 is obviously a drop off lmao. it sucks to leave the season on that note but we did get the "it's an adventure baby" and little background moments. I'm happy the pates didn't write themselves into a corner too much this season, and in a lot of ways I'm really glad that jiara is open ended because that means there's a lower chance of unnessecary bullshit being thrown our way really early on into s4. i would have liked a more definitive ep 10 moment but ultimately, espeically since we know we have s4, i'm not concerned in the slightest about it.

so, overall, i think there were parts of the season that felt slightly choppy (personally, I'm of the belief that they filmed a lot more than we saw), i think the first half was generally stronger than the second half, and I think i'm really, really fucking glad we have s4 confirmed so I don't have to stress about it even a little & we'll get to filming sooner. my sanity is hanging on by it's fingernails but it is in fact hanging on.

at the end of the day, i had the time of my life watching it and i had some really great people to share it with and I'll always be so unendingly grateful for that!!!!

#outer banks #obx #obx spoilers #obx s3 spoilers #jiara #my thoughts are all over the place (CLEARLY)#this is just my general brain rot if you have specific questions i might have half way intelligible answers #i'm sure i'll have more thoughts and I'll probably change my opinion on some things with more time #but here we are!!!

55 notes · View notes

sadgirlautumn · 2 months

Text

Tumblrinas give me the strength to read tonight 🙏🙏🙏

#I can’t keep watching so much YouTube it’s rotting my brain #also really tempted to watch outer banks of the bear or something but I need to READ #autumn rambles

10 notes · View notes

dayas · 1 year

Text

THE BRACELET TOUCH SCENE

#‘what are we doing? we shouldn’t do this.’#‘not bad weird.’#‘I’m a loser.’#‘you’re a KOOK kiara’ ‘i was such a kook when i was living with you in a cave for a month’#SHE GAGGED HIM HE GAGGED HER EVERYBODY WAS GAGGED I’M GAGGED #AND HER SOFT BROKEN ‘I’ll help’ and JJ JUST CAN’T ACCEPT IT SO HE GOES OFF LIKE FÛCKING HELL #jiara #BRAIN IS ROTTED THROUGH TO THE CORE #obx spoilers #outer banks spoilers #k chats #k watches #in. shambles.

28 notes · View notes

kierras · 1 year

Photo

#KIERRAS. independent & mutually exclusive roleplay blog for the super hot hippy chick kiara carrera from netflix’s outer banks. (mostly) canon compliant with headcanon influences. multiverse, sporadic activity.

carrd. credit.

#obx rp #outer banks rp #netflix rp #outerbanks rp #IDK wat other tags to use but #my kiara carrera brain rot is real so time to actually get this blog active/off the ground

9 notes · View notes

thencomethecherryblossoms · 1 year

Text

haven’t watched outer banks since season 1 but just seen jj and kiara finally got together and now I’m very tempted to rewatch it all again :)

#outer banks #outer banks season 3 #obx s3 #kiara carrera #jj maybank #jiara #the hold they had on me in 2020?#unbelievable #lockdown was my jiara brain rot period

8 notes · View notes

areesvt · 2 years

Text

may bless y’ll with a vampire!JJ JJPOPE fic in the near future ;)

4 notes · View notes

flonkertn · 8 months

Text

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : jj maybank x kook!reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : implied abuse, mention of luke, jj is hospitalised, i think theres swearing?, a tiny bit angsty

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 2.4k

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : when her dad leaves for the mainland, y/n basks in the freedom of her house and leads her relationship with JJ. but her freedom is too good to be true when JJ is beaten half to death and hospitalised.

𝐚/𝐧 : based on this request, tysm!! i loved writing it sm it was so fun and i rlly wanna write more about a kook!reader with JJ

The insistent buzzing kept you from your sleep in such an agonising manner and seemed to be causing it’s own earthquake on the nighstand that sits next to you. You figured it was just a wrong number, a scam or maybe even a drunken friend who dialled your number by mistake for the third time this week, but by the sounds of it, the ringing didn’t seem to be coming to a halt, and you were so desperate to silence it.

Sigh after sigh escaped from your lips as you began to sat up, the duvet drifting away from it’s place on your body and resting on top of your calfs. You scoffed whilst your arm made it’s way over to the source of sound, as though the phone would notice your tone and shut itself up to save your mood, but when the light of Kiara’s contact filled your eyes, your breathing almost stopped.

“Kie? What’s wrong? You never call this late.”

How late it really was you weren’t sure, but if you were in bed, it was already late enough to rouse suspicion as to why she needed to talk so urgently, opting for repeated phone calls instead of a regular text message.

“It’s JJ.” Her voice sounded hoarse and breathless, tears becoming apparent when she spoke as she almost whispered down the phone, tone laced with worry and fear.

The past year with JJ had been stressful, to say the least. You knew your father already disapproved of your relationship with the Pogues, his obsession with the island’s hierarchy controlling your every move, but once he heard that Sarah and Kiara were spending their time with you, he seemed to ease up;his mind set at rest with the knowledge that at least half-Kooks where apart of the group.

But when word got round that you were dating one, he lost his mind. He couldn’t even comprehend that his precious Kook daughter, royalty of Outer Banks, could ever love a piece of shit like JJ, as he so lovingly puts it. And yet, you could.

You loved JJ more than you ever imagined was possible, it was more than what love is made out to be in fairytales and cheesy rom-coms, it was so much more than that, it was life-consuming and brain-rotting and had you melting whenever he simply peeked his way into your eye-line, and nothing was going to get in the way of that, not even your family. You convinced your dad that the relationship was fiction, that his country club friends were victims to the gossip that was spread through brunches and golf sessions and fuelled by bottomless mimosas and scotch.

Thankfully, he bought it, after a week of you, along with Sarah and Kiara, partaking in said brunches and adorning yourself with diamonds and stepping up to the royal pedestal your dad had built for you. A perfect ruse for a stupid man.

Since then, you’d kiss your father goodbye each afternoon and spend countless nights with JJ, hours dedicated to taking pictures of you and Sarah in multiple different outfits one evening just incase your dad requested evidence of your whereabouts.

And when your father informed you that he was spending the next month and a half on the mainland for business, leaving you with an open house and an open schedule, you exploited the opportunity as much as humanly possible, maybe even pushing into the extraterrestrial shit, inviting JJ over every single night he could spare and roaming the island in peaceful bliss without the beady eyes of your father’s vultures watching your every move and reporting back. Having him sleep in your bed and use your shower and cook (burn food) in your kitchen, living like a married couple, how it was supposed to be.

“What happened?” You practically screamed down the phone, throwing the duvet from your bed and planting your feet firmly on the floor, reaching for your shorts as you secured the phone between your cheek and shoulder, ready to move at her beck and call.

“He’s in the hospital. I’m not sure what happened, Y/N/N, but he’s out cold. He needs you.” That statement alone had your body shaking, the pain in Kiara’s voice making the severity of the situation abundantly clear and shooting spurs of adrenaline up and down your spine as you moved to collect the necessities, sprinting out the door within mere seconds.

The drive there was silent, obviously you couldn’t talk to yourself, but your usual booming music had been exchanged for your raging heartbeat, which echoed within your ears and making your entire body vibrate, you could’ve sworn the car was shaking from it as well but maybe that’s just the nerves.

You were sure you’d broken the speed limit, and you were sure you hadn’t parked the car properly, not sparing it a glance and assuming it would simply roll out of the car park with a wide open door on the driver’s side, but none of that mattered, especially when Kiara’s words continued to resonate in your tightened chest, replaying in your mind like a chorus while your feet matched the rhythmic thumping of your head and provided an unhealthy percussion.

“What room is he in?” The nurse at the front desk just stared blankly back at you, watching as you shook your head and sighed, hands clenching and grasping at nothing on top of the cold marble of the countertop, which clawed at your previously warm fingertips and sucked the heat from them.

“Sorry, what room is JJ Maybank in?” Your eyes were apologetic as you withdrew slightly from the nurse, her slow nod as she scanned her computer and pressed the keys ever so gently, filling you with hope and easing the pace of your breathing, a pace which was sure to kill you if you didn’t see JJ soon.

“Room 403, the elevator is down the hall.”

You bolted through the room, shouting many thank yous to the nurse as you repeatedly pressed the elevator button, mimicking the earlier buzzing of your phone which picked up again in your pocket. Kiara again.

“What’s happened? I’m coming up now.” You informed her, voice frantic and panicked, not letting her squeeze a word in before you, fingers picking up the pace as the doors refused to open, blatantly ignoring your mutters and curses at them.

“He’s fine, don’t worry. It just looks like he’s starting to wake up and I wondered where you were.” Kie’s tone was calmer now, tears dried and legs crossed in a plushy armchair that sat close to JJ’s body, her hand gripping his.

“I’ll be there in a minute, I just need these goddamn doors to open!” An involuntary shout left your lips, drawing unwanted attention to you and your outburst, which came at an unfortunate time as the doors chose to open just as you caused a scene.

Sighing and rolling your eyes, you stepped into the lift and muttered something to Kiara, pushing the number ‘4’ in the lift before hanging up, tapping your foot on the floor impatiently, as if the elevator would notice and speed up.

Eventually, you found yourself in room 403, edging closer to JJ and reaching out for him, closing the distance between the two of you and plopping down next to his body, scanning his face and peering through the tears that began to form along your waterline, waiting for his own eyes to lift open.

“His heart stopped on the way here.”

John B’s flat tone pulled your gaze away from the blonde boy, his body resting against the back wall with his head turned to face the window, watching the world go by and trying to ignore the pain his closest friend was in, wishing it all away in his mind.

“Fucking Luke.” Spit fell from his mouth the same time as the anger fell from him, watching as Sarah moved closer to his frame and cupping his face with her warm palm.

Your fingers rubbed against JJ’s knuckles, tracing the cuts and scars that sit on his hands, twitching slightly under your touch.

You don’t even notice Kie coming up behind you and giving you a quick hug, moving to rub circles into your back whilst her other hand twirled strands of your hair between her fingers.

“His heart did stop in the ambulance, but only for a second, and he’s okay now. I promise you he’ll be fine, the nurse assured so.” Her voice was barely a whisper, careful not to agitate John B further, leaning in a little to amplify the comfort she was providing you with.

“You said he was waking up.” Your breathing slowed but your tone was still panicked, eyes flickering between JJ’s closed lids as you let out a shaky breath, leaning back into Kiara’s touch.

“It looked like he was, but he didn’t manage to.”

And then the room fell silent, the only noise present being the rustling of the wrinkled, polyester bed sheets whenever you adjusted your position and the slowed, heaving breath of each body in the room. Each respected couple cornered off, one comforting the other desperately;John B’s head pressed into the crook of Sarah’s neck as she fiddled with the loose strands of hair that sit on his nape, Cleo’s hands working to ease the pain in Pope’s chest, their legs tangled together on the arm chair, sat facing one another, a soft smile playing on Cleo’s lips as she tried to reassure him, and Kiara stood behind your figure, massaging your shoulders and neck in order to relieve the pressure you felt and allow you to breathe easier.

But one by one they all left, Kie pressing a soft kiss to your temple and pulling the chair over to you as she picked her bag up off the floor, making you promise that you’d sleep before trudging out the door, reluctant to leave you alone but not wanting to anger her parents anymore that she already had.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been sat there, clinging onto JJ’s hand for dear life as you whispered to him, convinced that he could hear you as you begged him to wake up, wishing he would just open his eyes and fight.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

Dappled sunlight peeked through the gaps in the closed blinds and pressed onto your skin, tugging at your eyelids as it pulled you from your sleep.

Your pupils dilated when you finally opened your eyes, not even because of the light exposure, because of JJ’s eyes staring back at you, a smirk tugging on the corners of his lips as his hand rested against your waist.

You’d ended up falling asleep next to him, after asking the nurse it was alright to lie in the same bed, you drew the blinds and placed your body next to JJ;head pressed into his chest and your legs coming up to rest gently on his hips.

“JJ!” You pressed your lips against his and cupped his face with your hands, finally gaining the warmth of his face on yours that you so desperately needed to calm you down.

That was until he started tapping your back and whining into your mouth, causing you to pull back and apologise, becoming abundantly clear that the action was hurting him.

Nonetheless, you moved to play with his hair, brushing it away from his forehead and fiddling with the strands that covered his eyes.

And you stayed like that for hours, looking at each other as you both explained your perspectives of the previous night, both of your fingers glued to the other’s body, his fingers coming up to gently scratch against your scalp.

In fact, you stayed like that for two weeks, insisting that you feed JJ and care for him as much as he lets you, often pushing over his boundaries, not caring if it makes him feel inferior and weak, he is weak, as you kept telling him.

The only time you leave his side is to pick up clothes and toiletries and any other necessities for the both of you, giving yourself a half-hour time limit and forcing a nurse to stay in the room just because you aren’t there. But besides that, you stay by his side relentlessly, only ever standing to stretch your legs by process of pacing at the end of his bed, or to use the bathroom, or to fetch him food. You left him more than you anticipated to but if you walked out of the room for more than two minutes you called him, speaking to him through the phone so he wasn’t without company.

You eventually felt as though he was sick of you, getting tired of your constant coddling and need to be within his line of vision.

JJ, however, couldn’t get enough of you, basking in the care that you show him and sometimes even playing up his pain just so you’ll kiss him more. He loved you more than words could describe, and each time you smiled, beamed up at him from the book you had buried your nose in or from your place on his chest, he felt his heart-rate pick up and push against his chest, calling to rip open his body and hug you itself.

“You aren’t sick of me are you? ‘Cause I can leave if you want and give you some space, ju-“ He pushed a wide palm against your mouth and leant in, replacing a hand with his lips in a quick kiss.

“I could never get sick of you princess, and I don’t want you to leave. Stay with me forever.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his words, your entire face turning bright red as you scrunched the bridge of your nose and kissed him, not bothering to care wether or not you were hurting him.

“Even if I’m begging you to leave because you’re just sooo annoying and clingy.” He mumbled against your mouth, whining out when you slapped his chest.

“Ow! That hurts and you know it.” His eyebrows were raised and his tongue pushed against his teeth to prevent the smile that was urgently pulling at his lips from showing.

“I don’t care.”

Your face contradicted your words however, smiling so widely that your cheeks ached and your eyes glistening at him. Filled with love.

Not fairytale love or cheesy rom-com love, but real, pure love. The kind that consumes your life and rots your brain and melts you whenever that one blonde boy makes his way into your eye-line.

The kind of love that stays with you forever.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 : @runningfrom2am

#jj maybank #jj #jj maybank fic #jj maybank x reader #kook!reader #jj maybank x kook!reader #request #request fic #rudy pankow #rudy #outer banks #obx #obx fic #outer banks fic #fic

97 notes · View notes

moremaybank · 1 year

Note

jj giving you soft kisses everywhere and bothering you while you try to study for finals

i love this idea sm

please, this man is so needy he literally cannot stand when your focus isn't on him. in fact. he's sick to his stomach. he's laying on your bed, throwing one of your stuffed animals up in the air and catching it as he tries to keep himself busy. eventually, he grows bored with the lack of attention and decides he needs to do something about it. he slides off the bed, strolling over to you and wrapping his arms around you. "baby," he whines, "i'm bored. can't you take a break?" you huff a sigh, feeling bad because you know how important quality time is to jj, but you can't help it. your schoolwork requires your full attention. "you know i can't. i have to focus, j." he pouts, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. your warmth and scent comfort him, and he begins to drop kisses onto the nape of your neck down to your shoulders. the kisses are wet, and when a small gust of wind brushes over your skin, the slight moisture combined with the breeze causes goosebumps to erupt all over you. "just take a lil break," he pleads, his lips finding the apple of your cheek. "i can't, jj. i really need to focus," you reply, trying to brush him off. "come on," he breathes against your skin, "please?" his warm palms run down your arms and move to your waist, and his fingers slightly dig into you. his pink lips then move onto your ear, kissing the shell of it. "you're so sexy when you're focused. i'm going crazy over here." and then he finally brings his face into your view, flashing you a convincing smile, his dimple joining in on the plan to make sure it's executed successfully. all you can do is shake your head at him before getting up and pulling him onto the bed. "you're lucky you're cute, maybank."

concepts

340 notes · View notes

drabbles-mc · 2 years

Text

Feeling Brave

JJ Maybank x F!Reader

Inspired by Day 27 of the August Prompts: surfboard

Warnings: language, smoking/drinking

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: The JJ Maybank Brain Rot continues. Hope y’all enjoy some pining!

Outer Banks Taglist: @garbinge (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)

“Ah,” you winced, fingers wrapping tighter around the pillow that was resting beneath your chin as you laid on your stomach on the couch, “You sure you’re doing this right?”

JJ looked over at you, and even though you couldn’t see him, you could easily picture the face that he was making just from the fact that all of his movements ceased, “Were you under the impression that this was going to feel good?”

You chuckled, propping yourself up enough so that you could turn around and see him, focus still etched into his features as your legs laid draped across his lap, “No, but I am starting to wonder if you know what you’re doing like you said you did. You sure you’ve done this before?” you cocked an eyebrow.

He rolled his eyes, trying his hardest not to take the bait, “You know better than anyone that I have.”

You chuckled, trying your hardest to make sure that your leg didn’t twitch, “Yea, because I had to clean up the mess afterwards.”

“There wasn’t a mess,” he huffed as he readjusted your legs, “Now hold still—I’m almost done.”

You sighed dramatically as your chin fell back onto the pillow. You let your eyes shut, not having much else to do since it wasn’t like you could look at him and talk to him. You felt so restless and you hadn’t even been lying still for that long.

JJ was working overtime trying to make sure that he focused just on the task at hand. You’d been after him for weeks about giving you a tattoo—after all, he’d given himself plenty. You also knew that he’d given John B at least one before because you stopped by the chateau one day and saw them in the middle of it. They both probably weren’t sober enough to be making decisions like that, but it was too late to stop them so you simply just encouraged them.

He still hesitated when you’d asked him, though. It wasn’t like you were asking for anything crazy—just a little surfboard and wave along the bottom of your calf. You knew that it wasn’t like JJ had an actual tattoo machine, or that he was anywhere close to being a legitimate tattoo artist, but this you felt like you could trust him with. Problem was, he didn’t exactly trust himself. Not that he wanted to tell you that. After a good amount of pestering and puppy-dog eyes, though, he caved. And now here you were, sprawled across his lap as he tried to meticulously create what you wanted while also not getting distracted by the fact that you were, in fact, sprawled across his lap.

Every now and then his hand would grip your leg a little tighter as he moved you, or tried to get you to keep still, and it always made you tense up just the slightest bit. You wondered if he noticed, and if he did notice, you wonder if he just thought it was because of the current situation, not actually just because of the fact that he was touching you.

Lucky for you, he didn’t have too much time to think about your reactions to him touching you, because he was too busy worrying about his reactions to him touching you. The two of you had always been close, comfortable. It wasn’t like you never hugged or found yourselves in the same hammock or sandwiched together at bonfires. But this was different. He knew that. Part of him wanted to get it over with so he didn’t have to be overthinking anymore, but the other part of him wanted to drag this out for as long as possible.

Clearing his throat, he carefully wiped at the space along the bottom of your calf muscle, “Alright. Damage is done.”

You chuckled as you propped yourself up again, bending your leg in an attempt to check out his work, “I wanna see.”

He chuckled, gently wrapping his hand around your leg and pulling it back down again as his other hand reached into his pocket for his phone, “I’ll take a picture for you. Hold still.”

“Now that you’re not jamming a needle into me anymore, that should be easy.”

He laughed as he opened the camera, “What did you think I was gonna to do give you the tattoo? Draw it on there with a sharpie?”

“Is that an option?”

“No,” he said with a laugh as his hands rested against the backs of your calves.

You waited for a moment, both of you just silently looking at each other, “JJ?”

His eyes widened slightly, heart beating a little faster, “Yea?”

You paused, laughing softly, “Can I see the picture?”

“Oh,” he tried to play off his nerves, the blush in his cheeks undoing any attempt to seem cool, “yea. Right. Sorry,” he grabbed his phone.

You pulled your legs off of him, swinging them so that they were off the edge of the couch and you could sit up and scoot closer to him. You situated yourself right next to him, leaning so that you could rest your chin on his shoulder as he went to the photo. JJ felt the warmth soaking from your body into his and he tried not to think about it too much and get distracted from the very simple task of going into his phone’s picture gallery.

He tilted the phone in your direction when he got to the photo, and your face instantly lit up, “It looks so good!” you wrapped your arms around him, pinning his arms to his sides as you hugged him, “Thank you!”

He chuckled, letting his phone drop to his lap before moving his arms as best he could so that he could rest his hands on your forearms that were crossed over the front of him, “No problem.”

“When do I get to give you one?” you joked.

“Oh!” he laughed, “Never.”

You loosened your hold on him, still keeping yourself draped over his shoulders, “Not feeling brave enough for that?”

He smirked at you, trying to bite back another laugh, “I don’t think that brave is the right word.”

“Sounds like something someone who isn’t feeling brave would say.”

He chuckled, shaking his head, “I was brave enough to tattoo you, wasn’t I? Even though you kicked me in the chest.”

“I did not kick you. I twitched because you were stabbing directly into a nerve in my leg. Don’t be dramatic,” you laughed.

He playfully shrugged you off of him, laughing as he said, “I don’t need to sit here and take this.”

He stood up off the couch and was about to start walking away when you reached out and grabbed his hand. Before he even had the chance to turn around or try and say something in protest, you pulled him back down onto the couch with you, causing you both to tumble backwards.

You were laughing, trying to catch your breath when you realized the position you were in, how close to him you were. He was hovering over you as you laid on your back on the couch, close enough so that you could feel his breath against your skin as he tried to get his laughter and breathing under control as well. You could see it on his face the moment that he realized it too, how close he was to you. You felt the way his body tensed up for a moment as he tried to figure out his next move. His eyes flickered down to your lips for half of a second but you still clocked it, and you still held your breath in hopes that maybe he was actually going to make the first move.

But then he didn’t.

Clearing his throat, trying to ignore how his face felt like it was on fire, he carefully got up off the couch. Completely changing the subject, he pushed his hair back out of his face and said, “You hanging out for the fire later?”

Your heart sank, but you tried not to let it show on your face as you nodded, “Yea, I’ll be around.”

He smiled, but he couldn’t hide that he was just as disappointed in himself as you were, “Cool.”

The rest of the afternoon passed without incident. The rest of the crew came rolling into the chateau, talking about whatever they’d gotten up to that day. You didn’t mention JJ giving you the tattoo, and neither did he. You didn’t know why you kept it to yourself, but you did. Whatever feelings or tension existed between you and JJ before, now felt like it was multiplied ten-fold.

The fire was crackling, giving off the only light in the yard besides the dim string of lights that were somehow still functioning despite what they’d been through over the last few months. Everyone was sitting around the fire while you laid in the hammock, listening and laughing as Pope and John B bantered back and forth.

Your mind was wandering back to what had happened earlier in the day. It must’ve been more visible on your face than you thought because Kiara reached into the hammock and gave you a playful shove. When you snapped back to the conversation at hand, she held her joint out to you.

With nothing but an embarrassed smile and a nod, you took it from her, bringing it to your lips and inhaling deeply. After a few moments, you slowly exhaled a stream of smoke. You were about to bring it back for another hit when JJ reached over from the other side of the hammock and snatched it out of your hand.

“Mine,” he laughed as he set it between his lips. He saw the look on your face and held one of the two cans of beer out to you, “Trade?”

You rolled your eyes, taking the can, “Fine.”

Before you even knew what was happening, JJ hopped into the hammock with ease, laying on the opposite end so that your legs tangled in the middle. You laughed as he somehow managed to do all of this without dropping the joint or spilling his beer. But, if someone was going to be capable of that, it was JJ. For the first time all night the two of you really looked at each other, and it was silent between you for a moment before you both burst out laughing. He took another hit off the joint before passing it off to Kiara, who was looking back and forth between the two of you curiously but didn’t say anything.

Even though the two of you weren’t saying anything to each other, neither of you were paying attention to the conversation that was going on next to you either. You bit lightly at your bottom lip as you watched JJ at the other end of the hammock, the way that the light and shadows cast from the fire danced across his face and the smirk he was wearing. You raised your eyebrows, silently asking him what the look was for, and he simply just shook his head at you.

You rolled your eyes, taking a sip from the can in your hand. You were caught off-guard when you felt JJ’s fingers wrap gently around your ankle. He carefully shifted your legs so that one was bent slightly at the knee. You wondered why he was doing it, but then you felt the pad of his thumb softly running over where your new tattoo was, a satisfied smile on his face as his fingertips grazed over the slightly-raised skin. You let out a soft laugh as you reached, letting your hand rest on his shin, your own fingers tracing along his leg too, both of you wondering when the other was going to be brave enough to do something about all of it.

#outer banks #outer banks netflix #outer banks fanfiction #obx #obx netflix #obx fanfiction #jj maybank #jj maybank x you #jj maybank x reader #my writing #august prompts #fanfiction #drabblesmc

329 notes · View notes

sandwich2451 · 1 month

Text

"I'm taking care of my own shit, okay?" - said by Rafe Cameron, who very much does not have his shit together

so i'm watching season one of Outer Banks, and Rafe and Sarah Cameron are so interesting to me. I mean, there you have two kooks, both filthy rich, the one the golden child and the other an irresponsible drug addict who can't pay his dealer. now, the question: how did this happen? to me, the cameron children are siblings who use two aspects of the Big Life, and the side they choose decides everything about them. or maybe everything about them chooses the path? i'm not sure. anyway.

sarah cameron is the golden child, the younger sister - she's pretty, she's clever, she does what's expected of her. she is, pretty much, perfect. until she starts hanging out with pogues, who show her a new life. the thing about her is that she spends her time with pogues, broadens her horizons, but it's still a feather-down pillow she sleeps on when she comes home every night. and that combination makes her so versatile. it's the same with kiara, but kiara has been with pogues since forever, she's never fit in with the kooks, she's always been certain of where she stands. but sarah - no, sarah was probably prom queen, she's the kook princess, she's the popular girl who decides to hang out with the 'peasants' - she thrives because she knows both of those worlds so well. she decides to use the access she has - chapel hill, maps, letters - to improve not her own, but her friends' life. to help her boyfriend find the gold, because she cares - it's not completely selfless, but it's pretty damn altruistic

rafe, on the other hand, is a trainwreck of a person. so far (and i have the brain to realize that his psyche won't improve much, if his financial situation does) rafe has proven himself to be discriminatory to the lower social class, to be a complete drug addict, to be completely mentally unstable - and that's because of how completely blind he is to the world of the pogues. he is immersed into the Grand Life - beating the 'peasants' up his sister hangs out with, drinking way too much alcohol, snorting cocaine every chance he gets - and he's into deep shit for it. i mean, he can't pay for the coke he snorts, and somehow he thinks he's still talking about 'fixing' his problems when he's just making other peoples' lives messes. a trainwreck, is what he is.

sarah and rafe, two sides of that rich, kook family - and why sarah thrives, and why rafe sits in his own rot? because sarah has perspective. she's cunning enough to realize blows can't always decide. she has a foot in both worlds, and she has sympathy - seems that sarah cameron is the golden child for a reason

#outerbanks #obx #sarah cameron #rafe cameron #i started watching this yesterday #yes i'm already on the eighth episode #who knows what that says about me #but coming from the hatchetfield fandom i expected more essays #literally this is exclusively a hellscape of smut and that's. it.#so i've decided to be the essayist of this fandom myself #so uh. be afraid

4 notes · View notes