Do You Know When You Are Going To Post Oart Two Of Romeo And Juliet ? Xo

Do you know when you are going to post oart two of romeo and juliet ? xo

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Rudy Pankow as JJ Maybank in Outer Banks

hi, stranger. finnick odair x reader

summary: in which you strangely find finnick at a capitol party

warning/s: MAY BE CONFUSING, drinking, nsfw themes ig

slater’s note: i wanted to make this short and “sweet” so don’t hurt me

he was scary when he was drunk.

no, not scary. he just worried you.

you didn’t notice him at first, and you, in the end, wish you hadn’t at all.

he was throwing back shots that were full of bright colors and intoxicated you almost immediately at sight with the way it ate at your stomach so fast.

you were only dancing.

but you both had the same intentions in the end.

with winning both your games and being so desired by everyone that breathed, snow took advantage and sold you to those of need and those who could pay.

but right then, as you laid eyes on finnick, and he laid eyes on you, it was as if a mutual agreement was made and the two of you blow off whoever capitol people you were sent to please.

you enjoyed his company.

he was always fun and his eyes ran with light despite being rundown in the heart.

you loved him, truly.

but it was wrong and you couldn’t love anyone within the capitol with how much risk it portrayed.

that’s why you were scared.

finnick got brave when his stomach was full of colorful drinks.

he didn’t care about anyone, and in that moment he only cared about you.

with that dress and your hair tied up and the makeup put on so lightly to bring out your best features.

he wanted you.

his hand touched yours, then your shoulder, and then your face. so gently, making your chest tighten and your eyes close softly as you felt safe for just one moment.

“i never see you anymore.”

“never knew you wanted to see me.”

“why wouldn’t i?”

you were scared.

he wasn’t.

“why don’t you let me kiss you?”

hearing his words made your eyes go wide.

sober you still felt trapped in fear of what president snow might do, of what could happen.

that’s why you swallowed drink after drink in hopes you could let that fear go.

“you don’t want to kiss me.”

he clasped your face, pressing his lips against yours so gently, you didn’t even know if it was real for your eyes were closed.

“i want you.”

his voice was low and his hand laid against your thigh.

“i’ve always wanted you since the moment you smiled at me.”

he had tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and before you knew it you were lying in his bed beneath his body.

he was gentle and you almost swore he loved you as his nimble fingers pressed against your hips and glided against your skin making your breathing go unsteady.

you swore he loved you.

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rafe plays college hockey (headcanon)

for all y’all who requested college hockey rafe. i’m just tryna manifest something over here.

warning: cursing, drinking. the sunnypogue special.

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A Robby enemies to lovers fic pretty please??

i'll def do it, but probably around the time when cobra kai s4 comes out, because my motivation is shit :(

best player, best bet.

pairings. hockey!jj maybank x fem!reader, hockey!rafe cameron x fem!reader

part one of four.

about. your senior year of high school is hard enough with trying to get scouted for a college hockey team, especially when you're a girl. and jj maybank doesn't make it any easier.

part one, part two, part three

warnings. not my gif (my mom saw it and flipped out), swearing, inaccurate hockey teams and info, sexual themes (talk only)

put a pin in this. welcome to my new hockey series with jj, inspired from this one person that writes really good hockey!rare cameron fics (but i don't remember who and am too lazy to search them up). edit: it’s @/sunnypogue

“what do you think will happen if i punched him in the face right now?”

“hm,” kie pursed her lips into a thin line as she switched to your line of eye sight that focused on the opposing team. “seeing you’d have to cross all the way to the other side of the ice rink, it definitely wouldn’t go unnoticed, especially since all his douche friends are surrounding him.. right now,” she bit her lip, thinking about it a little more. “you’d definitely get kicked from the game.”

“you think so?”

“yeah.”

“me too.”

“glad we’re in the same headspace.”

you sighed, standing from the bench before turning to face kie who sat on the other side of the glass, her elbows leaned on her knees, bundled up in her brand new corduroy coat she bought just for occasions like this. even as hockey wasn’t the biggest focus out in outer banks, or even.. a topic.. like at all, there were still a few of you who were good enough to play on a elizabeth city team, all players weeded out by ward cameron himself.

you being one of them.

elizabeth city consisted of two hockey teams with teenage boys located all around the eastern side of north carolina. but to the acceptation of you being really really good, rules were bent and you were shoved on the next ferry out to the main land with the rest of the outer banks boys.

today, you were playing the other team from elizabeth city, the rangers, and you couldn't be more irritated as you watched them boast around with smirks so wide you could see it from across the ice.

you were leaned against the glass that separated you and kie from contact as you stared at one particular boy who was midst a small laugh while lacing up his skates before lifting his eyes, connecting with yours unintentionally. his face consumed with a wider smirk before he mumbled something to his teammates once he got up from the bench.

"you've been spotted," kiara mumbled with a soft cough, "maybe you won't have to cross to the other side after all." the two of you watched the boy, jj maybank take a step onto the ice before smoothly gliding to your teams bench where his smirk didn't falter and he held his posture high once your teammates begun to notice his oncoming presence. "good luck," kie exhaled sharply, pressing her hand against the glass almost in some form of reassurance before traveling further back in the stands where she could spot sarah finding a seat.

"long time no see, y/l/n,” he was leaned against the glass doorway to your teams bench, a snide smile on his face as you made your way next to him with an unfazed expression that curated with you being annoyed. it only made him smile more as he bit down on the corner of his lip. “you ready to get your ass beat?”

“in your dreams, jj,” he only laughed as you were stood across from him, a frown on your face. “we saw you play last game, you weren’t doing so well.”

he frowned immediately, looking away as his mind went back to the colorado rockers game his team played last week, which did in fact not end so well with them winning only by one point, earning a very long lecture from coach.

coming from a city that has low chances of snow, much isn't expected from an ice hockey team. the rangers (jj's team) and the scouts (your team) knew this from day one of practice, meaning everyone wanted to prove that statement wrong. so winning by only one point difference only fed into "much isn't expected" even as the colorado rockers was a really good team.

"well, y/n, your team is no colorado rockers, so we should be able to wipe you up without a problem," his smirk returned and you mirrored his expression, tipping your head slightly.

"i'll believe it when i see it, maybank," you skated away and back to the bench, only to quickly frown once your back was turned to him, his words beginning to sink in.

just like the back and forth banter you and jj shared, your teams always tried to one up each other despite never being consistent or having a streak of winning against one another. it was always annoying and you never really had leverage of being the best, because in the end your wins evened up, always.

"hey, sweetheart," he called loudly, making the smirk very obvious in his voice, "i'll make a deal with you." you finally turned back around to face him, now becoming clear to the fact that most of your teammates were also staring. "you and your team win this game, i'll leave you alone the rest of the season and i'll even step down from ‘elizabeth city's best player’."

you frowned rather harder, "what's the catch?"

his smirked formed into a hard grin that made your chest tighten, "i win, we’ll just say you owe me something."

you bit the inside of your cheek as you stared at him, actually considering this since him stepping down from “elizabeth city’s best player” would do a lot for you in the fact that scouts eat that type of shit up. and maybank no longer bothering you… that was just a plus.

“deal,” you were hesitant about speaking those words but you still said it with a full voice before turning back around, beginning to prepare to win the game.

°•

“you really bet that?" he quirked a brow as the two of you continued to walk down the dock outside of your house, enjoying the nice breeze that combed through your hair.

"yeah, i did."

you walked side by side with rafe cameron, his hands were stuffed in his pockets and he had a furrow between his brows as he continued to listen to you speak about the bet jj had made, and how you had agreed, stupidly.

"i don't think that was exactly a good idea, kid."

"yeah, well, having a better chance at winning 'elizabeth city's best player' seemed like it was a good idea at the time," you mumbled, staring down as you fumbled with your fingers.

"i don't think that would have helped," he spoke hesitantly, looking down at his own feet before back at the horizon where the sun begun to set within the hills. it made his chest swarm with heat as the colors of orange and pink swallowed his sight. "never has a female won best player for elizabeth city hockey. it's always some guy working his ass off for some college that has more than one season."

"you calling yourself 'some guy', cameron?" you smirked up at him as you thought back to rafe's senior year where he had won best player by a landslide and a year later, actually turned out going to augsburg college in minnisota, where they in fact did experience all four seasons of weather. he shook his head but still stifled a small smile to your words. "besides, i'm not just some girl who knows the basics of hockey, i can outstake and play better than half those boys. that's why your father chose me."

rafe seemed to have tensed at the words 'your father', biting the inside of his cheek as he looked in your direction, but not directly at you. his eyes once again traced and lined against the horizon and the light movement of the waves slapping against the side of the dock. the two of you stopped, leaning against the railing and finally you observed the sunset yourself.

it's silent.

you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before looking to rafe with the adjustment of leaning on your elbow. he didn’t look at you making you frown harder as you thought of what to say.

“we lost the game,” you said, breaking the silence despite your words being unnecessary since it was similar to the words rafe had greeted you with when he hopped off his motor bike that afternoon, a frown etched into his face. “but i don’t think jj will make me doing anything stupid.”

rafe quirked a brow as if asking if you really believed that, “he’s a boy.”

“implying.. what?”

“he’s going to make you give him head.. or some shit because that’s what boys do.”

“you included?”

“yes, me included,” he tipped his head to you with his blunt response making it seem stupid of you to ask that question.

you rolled your eyes, still leaning on your forearms as you now begun to think more deeply into this deal. you hadn’t thought that was the type of deal it was, but now the more you thought about it, it totally could be.

“if he pressures you into anything-“

“he won’t.”

“you saying you want to give him head?-”

“rafe, shut the fuck up.”

he laughed as you jabbed your elbow into his ribs, shaking your head to his amusement, before his face fell short and turned back to it's blunt blankness, "i'm serious." his hand clasped the back of your neck as he leaned closer to you, "he can't make you do anything you don't want to do."

you felt him press a kiss on the top of your head before walking off.

°•

practiced kicked ass more than usual due to the loss against the rangers over the weekend and that wasn't something your coach was going to let slide. especially due to one of your teammates starting a fight with jj after he made an illegal play that went unnoticed by the refs.

your coach strived for all of you to play smart and respectfully and to not have anger blind your better judgment, because usually, when that happened, which was a lot, it ended with his players in the box with a penalty none of you could afford.

you pulled your mask from face in order to wipe the sweat that trickled down your forehead, slightly clenching your jaw as you were shoved along to the direction of the locker rooms. you almost allowed yourself to relax now that practice was over till your eyes landed on jj leaned back in one of the many blue stadium seats with his feet kicked up on the chair in front of him. one of his hands held his phone while the other was thrown over the chair next to him, obviously immersed in whatever was on his screen.

you prayed he wouldn't see you.

and he didn't.. till you walked out from the girls locker room, fresh from the shower smelling of strawberries with your hockey bag slung over your shoulder. you also completely forgotten about him till he called out.

"hey, sweetheart," he nodded to you as you turned slowly, tightening your grip on the duffle bag strap as your eyes met his. they were full of wildness and it made your stomach tighten as you examined them more and more, knowing his head was filled full with mischief. "wanna take a walk?"

"come to collect what i owe, maybank?"

he kissed his teeth, the corner of his lips slightly twitching up into a smile as he pushed himself off from the wall, "something like that." he stood close across from you, his hands now stuffed in his sweatpants pocket, eyes eating at you. it seemed he could tell you were nervous by how his smirk seemed to increase no matter how hard he tried to suppress it. he licked the inside of his cheek before tugging on your clothed shoulder, turning you around toward the front exit, "let's go, hockey puck."

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