Best Player, Best Bet.

best player, best bet.

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

part two of four.

about. jj makes a proposition and reader is unsure

part one, part two, part three

warnings. not my gif, swearing, short chap

ricky rocks. yuh, school sucks ass

“i want to make another bet with you.”

“maybank, you have to be about the dumbest person i know if you think-”

“hold on, hear me out.”

jj had driven you all the way out to north carolina’s end and virginia’s state beginning. the two of you were shoved into a booth across from one another that looked out over the splitting concrete of the parking lot jj had his truck parked in. snow begun to slowly fall and you felt chills crawl up your spine as you thought of the small, but cold snowflakes piling up for winter’s beginning.

jj slid his hot plate of fries toward you. you glanced down at the before looking back up to up to him. he had his forearms pressed against the table, slightly rubbing his finger tips against the sticky green surface, silver ring gleaming in the snowy late afternoon light. his face was slowly clearing from his summer tan despite obx always being sunny and the hair peaking out from beneath his snapback hat was turning darker from its usual sunny blonde.

he always looked good and it made you nervous.

“i know you want the best player award,” he mumbled, “and i know you won’t win it unless i step down.”

you raised your brows, waiting for him to emphasize.

“i’m already set, i know i’ll get a scholarship even without a piece of paper—or trophy that says i’m good,” your lip twitched at the sound of his slight bragging while he now clasped his hands on the sticky table. “you’re good at the game, like really good, but half the scouts are too misogynistic to allow themselves to notice it, y/n.”

your lips were pressed into a thin line, slightly caught off guard by his words despite you already knowing all of this. it was just strange hearing it from his mouth.

“what do you want in return?”

he smiled slightly, glancing down at his hands like he was embarrassed for even asking, “i need a date.”

you inhaled sharply, “to what?”

“ward’s hosting a party, or not so much a party but a get together that’s supposed to reel scouts in for a better chance of me and the team getting offers,” you glanced to the side, suddenly remembering when ward had done the same thing with rafe. it was a complete shit-show due to rafe still being knee deep in his coke addiction. “ward wants me to get a date because it puts out a better image and said it doesn’t matter who just as long as they have a pretty smile and can clean up nice.”

“so you want me... to be your date?” you were taken aback, leaning slightly away from him in your seat.

“you have a pretty smile, don’t you?” you inhaled sharply, causing his smile to increase, “relax, puck bunny, i really only chose you because your ass isn’t so bad to look at.”

you rolled your eyes, now shaken from your slight shock, “alright, asshole-”

“we have a deal or not?”

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“no, no deal,” rafe shakes his head as he scrapes the last of the pork from yesterday’s dinner onto his plate, “you haven’t even ‘repaid’ the last bet, so why add onto your debt?”

you watched him arranged and work around your kitchen while he spoke. your hands were folded and your posture was straight as you thought hard about this. you had left jj with the answer of ‘i’ll think about it’ just as he had dropped you off at home—and of course, you had to question rafe on the situation even as you already knew what his answer would be, which was—

“it’s stupid,” he shook his head once more, “knowing my father, he probably already has a girl lined up for him.”

“oh c’mon,” you slightly popped your lip out as he turned to face you and set his full plate at the island, “do you think they have as pretty as a smile as i do.”

rafe was silent for a minute, examining your face before scoffing in amusement, shaking his head, “don’t start.”

“what?”

“you know,” he shrugged, “i would’ve thought you were smarter than to fall for a guy who calls you pretty like once.”

“shut up,” you rolled your eyes before leaning forward on one your elbows, while reaching for one of grapes on rafe’s plate, “why’s ward even throwing this party anyways?”

he shrugged, “your new boyfriends really good, better than me, and knowing my father, he’ll take anything that benefits him. and jj seems to have a benefiting future ahead of him.”

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y/n: deal

jj maybank: ?

y/n: i’ll take your deal, but if you pull anything, i’ll punch you and the deals off

jj maybank: anything for you hockey puck

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bro i wanna have a smoke sesh with blaise, i feel like he’d be super funny. actually... I WANNA SIT ON HIS LAP WHILE HE SHOTGUNS SMOKE INTO MY MOUTH 😩

him teaching u how to smoke “this is the only time you’ll do this because your pretty little lungs won’t take it as much as mine do, okay?” 🥴 and then you’re on his lap and just.. yeah djdbd

how to sell drugs.

pairings. vinnie hacker x fem!oc

part one of n/a parts.

about. in which love golding thinks she's a big shot for selling drugs until vinnie hacker knocks her from her high pedestal...

warnings. underage drinking, drug use, overdose, swearing, and sexual themes

ricky rocks. DILFWORLD

love hated high school, everyone did.

but she didn't hate it the way everyone else did, she found it amusing how everyone thought they were the shit with their expensive clothing and perfected walks that were made to imitated people.

high school was just some huge joke.

and it was even funnier when you popped a couple pills of adderall.

love took adderall for the increase in energy it gave her. she got little tingles that would vibrate up and down her arms. she got jittery, making it easy for madi to classify when love was high.

"what are you doing?" the blonde quirks a brow as she stares at love who didn't even know madi stood next to her. she jumps, half glaring at the girl before going back to fiddling around in her locker, looking for something.

"are you high again?"

"why would you say that?" she clenches her jaw, not even bothering to look at madi. she already knew her pretty face inhabited a disappointed frown.

"golding, your arms are shaking."

she finally stops, glancing over to her forearm, which in fact was shaking like a vibrating toothbrush. she glares at her arm as if telling it to 'knock it off', but it was beyond her control.

she couldn't be bothered, it wasn't like anyone would notice anyway. no one hardly paid attention to her aside from when madi was around her.

"well, monroe, i have adhd."

"no you don't."

"today i do."

madi rolled her eyes before leaning back against the neighboring lockers. she didn't agree with it. no one in their right mind would.

you take adderall when you have adhd or narcolepsy. love didn't have either, but her mother did. it wasn't right that she was stealing her mother's pills, but the older woman never noticed, she didn't like the sight of the prescription drugs on her bathroom counter. so as less and less appeared, she gave no mind.

"golding, you can't being doing this to yourself. i mean selling drugs is one thing but-"

"ahha!" love exclaims, completely ignoring her friends starting lecture. she pulls out the same small orange bottle they were arguing over, the same bottle she had held that morning, staring at it with such resentment as much desire.

"love," madi groans, watching her lick lips before popping off the lip and downing at least five pills swiftly, making madi's eyes widen on how quickly and openly she moved. "goldling! you're fucking crazy!"

"you're going to kill yourself-"

"madi, relax, i've done worse."

"you are a fucking idiot, golding,- i really hope you don't die," madi walks away, swinging her arms, upholding frustration and slight anger.

love grins while trying to suppress it, "wait madi, madi-" she pushes herself off the cold metal lockers, almost hurrying after her only friend that was finally done putting up with her "addiction" that was slowly killing her.

the serotonin that filled her mind continued to push up her smile from the pills she had just dried swallowed, but her conscious tried to fight it down from the common sense that hadn't completely left her mind just yet.

"madi-"

love could barely process what had happened, but from what she could describe it- it was like her heart stopped, like a jump in time, a scare, her adrenaline revving up before cutting off entirely.

the feeling that was overcoming her took her back to when she had first took xanax. she felt like everything was slowing down, like she couldn't process things fast enough.

the thing is, when coming down from your high is the worst. it doesn't feel good. love felt life seeping back through the cracks, but she just didn't understand why it was all happening or what was even happening because she felt way worse than usual.

her breathing began to slow and shallow out, she felt her hands go cool along with the rest of her skin, as if she had been standing out in the snow for ten minutes straight without any clothes.

and then she fell. you always fall from your high but never quite literally. you feel sad and drowsy but you can still breathe. your chest tightens up and fills with warmth of a burning fire that slowly kills your soul from uncomfort, not chill up into a frosty hold.

you want to die for moment, maybe even feel like you're dying but you still breathe, you still see and feel and move. you're not supposed to die, but love quickly realizes that that's what's happening when it's spoken into her ear by a boy.

"congratulations, you just killed yourself," a thin lipped disappointed look filling the last of her vision that also had an upturn of a disturbing grin.

congratulations, you just killed yourself.

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i’m not sure if you’ve answered this before but will you be making a part two to the romeo and juliet louis partridge fic?

yes!

AHHH i’m so excited for more “How to sell drugs” i’m obsessed already

i’m glad you are :) ❤️