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Outerbanks Masterlist

Rafe Cameron

sneaking' around by @mrsstarkey1

JJ Maybank

Exile by @collecting-stories

blurb by @mayfieldss

JJ Maybank x Reader: You'll be okay.

Words: 754

Reader pronouns: not stated.

Warnings: angst, angsty angst, jj and his shitty dad ( child abuse ), i guess kind of fluff but not really, uhm descriptions of injures/wounds.

Edited: no hah

Summary: JJ goes to Y/N after a hard fight with his dad.

Author's note: This is kind of short but i felt like writing it because jj angsty content is something that attacks me too close. Reader and JJ are in an established relationship and words between parenthesis are text messages. Bold for JJ, italic for reader.

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The Chateau was attacked by the wind outside, a hot wind that made bodies damp and sweat because of the contrast between the two temperatures. No one could really escape it, unless you were rich and had an air conditioner or a fan that really worked, for the open windows only allowed the hot wind to enter the houses easily. That was summer on the Outer Banks, burning hot sunny days and sweaty but damp nights. 

You took your v-neck t-shirt off, in order to not choke yourself because of the head, finding zero satisfaction when your skin kept feeling as sticky and hot as it did with the piece of cloth on. Shifting uncomfortably on the sofa-bed in the living room, where you were forced to sleep because Pope had locked himself in the spare bedroom, claiming it, you threw your hand over your forehead. You closed your eyes, trying to calm yourself down in order to fall asleep in the heat of the night. And then your phone vibrated in your pocket. You took it out of your pocket and shot a short glance at the screen, paying more attention when you saw they were some messages from JJ. 

(Babe)

(Where u at?)

(chateau)

(u good?)

(Comin' overswehw)

The rushed ending of the text worried you but you held yourself from freaking out. It was difficult, though, because you knew he had been at his house and you knew how that could end. You picked at your nails, as you then again shifted uncomfortably on the bed. Now the head was your least important problem. 

(be safe)

JJ took a long time to arrive at the Chateau, and when he entered through the door you realized you couldn't blame him for it. 

A black eye, furious scratches on his neck, a trail of bruises through his jaw until they reached his cheekbone, and some bleeding knuckles. The look on his face was exhausted, overwhelmed and overcome with the situation, and you felt like crying when you saw him. He looked at you on the edge, both of exploding and of tears. 

"JJ, baby," you got up from the bed and took his hand in yours. He was as cold as a dead body and your own body temperature dropped ", I'll clean you up, 'kay?"

In silence, because he felt he would start crying if he talked, JJ nodded and let you drag him to the bed. While you searched for the first aid kit, he watched your moves while bouncing his left leg to relieve his anxiety. 

You sat down next to him once you had the kit in your hands, and gently caressed his hand, taking him by surprise and making him look at you.

"Cool, okay?" you muttered gently, to calm him down "You're safe with me now, J"

Again, he nodded in silence. Once his leg stopped bouncing so fast you started cleaning his wounds. You began with his knuckles, red, bloody and hurt. Then went up to the scratched on his neck, and jaw, ending on his lip, tearing him softly so it wouldn't hurt that bad. He still whined, whimpered, gasped, and sobbed until he broke down in tears, right after you had gotten up to take some frozen peas to sooth his multiple bruises and his black eye. Hearing JJ sob loudly made you stop right on your feet and turn around to look at him, your heart aching when you saw him hurt like that. 

"I'm so sorry, J" you murmured, forgetting about the frozen peas and walking towards him. 

You kneeled in between his legs and rested your head on his thigh, your hand going up to make his and lock your fingers together. He sobbed louder. 

"I'm sorry-" he tried to say, but another son came and cut him off. 

You shook your head "Is not even your fault, babe. You shouldn't be going through this and I'm so sorry you are"

JJ looked into your eyes, tears mindlessly rolling down his cheeks. His eyes asked for a hug, and you sat next to him in the bed and threw your hands around him, holding him close to your chest and body. 

"I'm okay" JJ whispered, nodding with his head, trying to convince himself about it. 

"It's okay if you're not, J," you whispered back, the hand that wasn't squeezing tight his went up his hair to caress his golden locks, which always calmed him down ", but you'll be. I know you'll be"

please send me writing requests for jj! blurbs, headcanons, oneshots. i just wanna write 😭

im BEGGING PLEASE I WANNA WRITE ABT MY BOY

please send me writing requests for jj! blurbs, headcanons, oneshots. i just wanna write 😭

sweet nothing (jj maybank)

pairing: jj maybank x afab!routledge!reader

word count: ~0.6k

warnings: reader is going through a tough time, allusions to ptsd

a/n: slightly inspired by sweet nothing by taylor swift but mostly a self-indulgent piece bc i've been going through it lately and i just want someone to hold me. this hasn't been proofread so my apologies in advance

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She's been in bed all day, dude

The text from his best friend made JJ's heart ache. You had been different ever since returning from South America.

True, the Pogues had all changed quite a lot since their regular summers of surfing and cheap booze were usurped by treasure hunting. And true, you had just found and lost your illusive father in the span of a week. But where the other Pogues had planted both feet in the future, you were stuck somewhere else. Where, exactly, no one knew.

And now, here JJ stood outside your door, intending to find out. He lifted a hand to knock softly. "(Y/N/N)? Sweets, you in there?" There was no answer.

You were laid in your new bed, the bedding too soft and the mattress too firm. The wall opposite the door had become your sole focal point for the past hour. Either you were deeply studying the pale shade of paint, or trying to look past it to find some latent desire.

It wasn't until you felt a hand on your shoulder that you budged from your staring contest. You turned your head to find your boyfriend now sitting behind you. He gave you a soft smile, looking almost puppy-like in his pursuits. The smile couldn't be returned.

"What are you doing here?" you asked. JJ sighed in response. He kept his hand against your shoulder, rubbing the skin there in delicate patterns.

"John B said you haven't shown any signs of life today. Didn't wanna bother Shoupe for a call, so he sent me in to investigate." His attempt at a joke almost had you crack. Almost. But the fortress in your mind held strong.

You didn't want to be passive to him. JJ was your partner in crime, figurative as much as it had been made literal. He was the boy who protected you alongside your big brother your whole life. He held your heart, as you held his.

Life had sucked you in and spat you out in so many different directions, all before you knew how to make sense of any of it. And now.. you didn't know what to feel. You didn't know what to do.

"Talk to me," JJ cooed as he saw your eyes start to water. His hand was warm against your cheek, his thumb stretching to catch the first fallen tear and the ones that followed soon after. Big blue eyes scanned yours desperately for answers that you didn't have.

And so you told him, "I don't know." JJ blinked as he tried to make sense of just three words. But he didn't give an answer; he knew that wasn't what you were looking for.

Instead, JJ gathered you up in his arms, pulling you both beneath the too-soft comforter atop the too-firm mattress. He nuzzled his face against your neck, pressing gentle kisses there.

"It's okay," JJ hummed beside your ear. "Whatever it is, it's gonna work itself out. And I'm gonna be right by your side like I always have, okay? You and me through it all, sweet girl."

More tears fell at his sweet nothings-

No, you hated that they were called that.

His words were anything but nothing to you. Though you felt lost in a world so shaken from what it once was, though you felt too weak to face any of the harsh realities you had endured, you wanted nothing more than to run to the sweet words of your love for solace.

And JJ knew that.

can someone please request jj concepts … i really wanna write abt my boy :(

jj would definitely have you sit in his lap while you’re studying. you would try and argue that he’d get bored but he’d shush you with kisses to your temple as he pulled you against his chest with your textbook in tow.

he’d run his hands soothingly against your arms, almost grounding you further into focus. jj knew how to distract you with his touch, how to unwind you until your mind floated away, but he also knew how to secure you in the moment. he’d smile proudly to himself as he watched you scribble away notes and flip through pages of text.

jj would notice the instant you tensed up. your mind had been stuffed to the brim, yet you attempted to cram more inside. you had to ace these exams. you had to pass through this with some degree of skill or-

“baby? how ‘bout we take a break, hm?” his voice was molten honey in your ear. you hadn’t noticed the tears gathered at your lash line until jj’s calloused fingers were sweeping what had fallen away from your cheeks. you were exhausted and overworked. not even in your right mind could you refuse the call to your lover.

jj set aside your materials before pulling you snug against him once more. his warmth seeped through your clothes, under your skin, into your bare bones until it flooded you whole. his love would always wash away the ache from your body and mind until you felt steady to take on the world again.

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this is a very very random and non-proofread piece for @mvybanks who i love and hope this brings some comfort to amidst exam time 💗

Could you do a JJ one where you're John B's little sister and you guys get in a fight and JJ stands up for you? BTW I love your stuff I've read like every fic!

the one where jj protects you from your brother (jj x routledge!reader)

a/n: omg thank you????? i’m smiling like an idiot here, i’m so glad you love my fics!!🫶🏻 btw i loved this request, jj x routledge!reader is my favorite concept. hope you like it!! (i kinda got carried away, sorry)

warnings: yelling, mentions of abuse, cat calling, groping

pt 2 -> the one where jj protects you from your brother pt. 2

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when jj arrives at the chateau he doesn’t expect to hear his best friend john b yelling so loud he can hear him from outside. john b never gets mad, he thinks, and more importantly, who could he be yelling at?

but when he sees you being at the receiving end of your brother’s anger, he steps in quickly and throws an arm in front of you instinctively.

“hey, HEY! what the hell is going on here?”

unfortunately, he knows how it feels like to be in your place and although he’s sure that your brother would never lay a hand on you, his instinct tells him to protect you with everything he’s got.

you didn’t mean to, of course you didn’t, no sane person would let themselves be fired from a job that pays well when you’re already in a difficult economic situation, but when your boss made a vile comment about you while groping your behind, you saw red. you took the lukewarm coffee that was sitting in the jug of the coffee machine next to you and threw it in his face.

he fired you immediately which leads you to your current position. you didn’t tell john b why your boss fired you but just that he had and that’s why he’s mad.

“you’re being childish and irresponsible!”

he yelled at you when you told him, yet he didn’t know the truth. he’s been yelling at you for at least the past twenty minutes, telling you to go back and beg him for your job back. but you won’t, not for a million dollars.

when jj stepped in front of you, you felt relieved to hear someone else’s voice other than your brother’s. however, as soon as he sees the tears in your eyes, you swear you can see smoke coming out of his ears.

“jj, this is none of your business, get out!”

you almost want to plead for him to stay but you know you don’t have to from the look in his eyes.

“it’s my damn business if you’re making her cry, john b. can you stop yelling at her for a second? let her speak!”

“good luck with that! she won’t talk to me! she gets fired from a job that was saving us and letting her keep only one job instead of three and she won’t tell me what the fuck she did to get fired!”

jj turns to you and his anger dissipates as soon as his eyes land on you. he wraps his arm around your shoulders and kisses your head, hoping to calm you down.

“you wanna tell me what happened, sweetheart?”

you let your head fall on his chest and finally let yourself cry. he holds you close, wrapping his other arm around your waist and you can’t see the way he looks at your brother while you hide your face but it’s one of the most intense death stares he’s ever given to anyone. he doesn’t know that your tears were not caused by your brother but by the old and disgusting man that is, luckily, no longer your boss.

you understand where john b is coming from, hell, you would be mad at him too if the roles were reversed, but you can’t tell him what happened because he’s your big brother and god knows what he would do if he found out. you just don’t want him to get in trouble.

jj strokes your back, bringing you some sort of comfort, then gently takes your face in his hands and looks you in the eyes as he gets rid of your never-ending tears with his thumbs.

concern is written all over his features and when his eyes widen slightly you know he’s got you all figured out. he’s always been able to understand you with just one look and you love him and hate him for it.

“you’re not crying because of john b, are you?”

you only shake your head and look back to your brother who’s starting to get worried and feel guilty at getting so mad at you.

“tell me what happened, sweetheart.”

and you know you can’t resist him especially when he talks to you with so much love laced in his soft voice.

“my boss, h—he said some things…about me and then he grabbed my ass.”

if you thought that the look jj had given to john b before was bad, this one means only one thing: murder. you can see your brother clenching his jaw and you’re scared of what they might do.

“what did he say?” you notice how much jj is trying to hold himself back while he asks you the question.

“he said that it was a shame i don’t ‘give it up’ as easy as other girls do around my age because he was ‘dying’ to see me naked”

“john b, grab the keys”

the one where jj loves your ass (jj x routledge!reader)

request: JJ x reader please. Summary: Can I request one where jj loves the readers ass like a cute little blurb or something when he’s always trying to touch it or smacks it. And maybe she’s john Bs sister and he goes mad when his best friend smacks his sisters ass x

a/n: you guys kill me with the jjxroutledge!reader requests. i love them. i hope you like this!

warnings: lil bit of groping and spanking (?) but not in a sexual way ig??

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“hello, pretty girl,” jj says as he enters the chateau, the sight of you sprawled out on the couch bringing a smile on his face.

today is your day off and you had been waiting for your boyfriend to come back from work so that you could spend some time together. it’s safe to say that as soon as you hear his greeting, you jump off the couch and launch yourself at him.

jj catches you and chuckles at your sudden movement as you wrap your legs around his waist and kiss him sweetly.

“hi, baby.”

“did somebody miss me?” he asked with a cocky smile on his face.

“shut up, you left me alone with john b all day. he turns into a baby when he’s sick.”

he laughs, completely agreeing with your statement.

“so,” he says patting your ass before taking it into his hands as you were still wrapped around him, “what d’you wanna do?”

you put your legs back on the ground, “how about we order some pizza and watch a movie?”

“whatever you want, as long as your cute ass stays right here with me.”

you roll your eyes playfully at him and turn around to grab your phone when his hand collides with your behind again, making you yelp.

“jj!”

“what? it was right there!” you push him and laugh at him in disbelief.

while you’re on the phone with the pizzeria, jj grabs two beers from the fridge and walks to your brother’s room. he knocks on the door a few times.

“hey, jb. we’re ordering pizza, you want some?”

“yeah. coming right out,” the blond hears from the other side of the wooden door.

when jj goes back into the living room, he throws himself on the couch and waits for you to sit next to him. he makes grabby hands at you as you hang up the phone.

you smile at him and happily walk over to the couch, relaxing next to him with your legs on his lap. he gives you the second beer he had in his hand while his other arm wraps around your shoulders. your head nuzzles safely against his chest as your lips kiss his covered collarbone. jj puts his beer on the coffee table and rests his now free hand on your behind, squeezing it as you giggle against his skin.

“mmh, i love this ass,” he mumbles and you can’t contain your chuckle.

“thought you loved me.”

“i love you, but i also love your ass,” and he punctuates his statement with another squeeze.

“can you stop groping my sister in front of me, jj? that’s disgusting!”

john b’s voice brings you out of your little bubble as you realize that he walked into the living room during your display of affection.

“can’t help it, sorry,” your boyfriend says making your brother fake gag at the two of you.

when the pizza delivery guy knocks at the front door, you get up and, as you do so, jj smacks your behind playfully again.

“are you done?” you ask sarcastically but your teasing smile tells him you’re not a little bit mad.

“never, sweetheart.”

“you know, for future reference, don’t grab your girlfriend’s ass in front of her big brother if you wish to live a long life,” john b said, disgusted at the scene in front of him.

jj looks at you as you close the door and bring the food on the coffee table.

“you want a beer, bird?” you ask your brother.

“yeah, sure. thanks.”

you walk to the fridge, feeling your boyfriend’s eyes on your back and when you slightly turn your head, you find out your suspicions are true. you wink at him and send him a smile.

“kill me whenever you want, man. so fucking worth it.”

THE COMEBACK — jj maybank

a/n: i don’t like this but i saw an old post of mine based on this idea and i couldn’t get it out of my head so i had to write it down😭(+ lots of domestic jj bc i couldn’t stop myself). i missed dad!jj so much ughhhh

warnings: luke maybank, allusions to past abuse

word count: 2k

pairing: dad!jj x wife!reader

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“J!” You screech as your husband comes up behind you to kiss your neck. “The kids are in the other room!” You remind him, although he doesn’t seem to stop his actions. You’re cooking dinner for your family and for your friends, John B and Sarah, that are coming over for dinner. However, it is difficult to do so when your husband’s hands have become insatiable from the moment he came back from work, always finding an excuse to touch you. His fingers dance along your torso as his lips trail down your neck, a couple of responsive mh’s falling out of his mouth, but you know he’s not listening at all. You’re becoming putty in his hands when a thought stops all of your motions, “Who’s watching the baby?!”

JJ barely moves as he mumbles against your skin, “Mh, I told Noah to watch Ella.” He calms you down, coming to the realization that your older son is making sure that his little sister is okay. Nonetheless, JJ continues his attack and begins to lower one of his hands down your short sundress. “Just wanted to show my wife some lovin’.”

You chuckle at his antics until his hands start approaching your most sensitive parts, causing you to instinctively throw the ladle you were stirring dinner with back inside the pan while your husband smirks against your skin. “Baby!” You squeal. Your own hands come up to hold his in place, but he takes this as an opportunity to kiss up your neck and trap your earlobe between his teeth. You’re about to say something when the sweet voice of your son makes you snap out of it and push JJ away.

“Mommy!” Your six-year-old calls out for you as he enters the kitchen, “When is uncle B coming?”

“Uhm…,” You try to find words after what just happened, clearing your throat as you resume your cooking, “he should be here any second, sweetheart.” You smile at him and hope that he won’t comment on how forced it looks for your thoughts have been completely thrown off by the smirking man beside you. However, as you look at the little version of your husband in front of you, you’re reminded of the other blue-eyed baby in the next room. “J, Ella!”

JJ is fast to run in the living room, “I got her, I got her!” He reassures you as his quick feet take him to your baby girl. Once he comes back inside the kitchen, you see him carrying Ella on his hip as she relaxes against her dad. “Here she is.” He whispers, not noticing the grin on your lips.

JJ turns towards your son, currently sitting on a kitchen stool, “Noah, I told you to watch her. Babies can’t be alone for too long.” He reprimands him.

“But she was fine, daddy.” The little boy tells him, confused as to why it was such a big deal.

Your husband nods, “I know, buddy, and I know that you wouldn’t want her to get hurt but this is for when we ask you to watch her in the future, okay? She could really get hurt if you don’t watch her all the time, alright?”

You almost tear up at the gentleness in his voice, the way he speaks with so much love laced in his voice, choosing his words carefully, it just makes you fall in love with him all over again every time.

“I’m sorry, daddy.” Noah apologizes sincerely and causes his dad to softly smile down at him.

“It’s okay. C’mere.” JJ lowers his head to kiss his son’s forehead.

Noah takes advantage of the closeness to leave a gentle kiss on his sister’s cheek. “Love you, Ella.” And just as he says those sweet words, the front door bell rings, making your son jump down his sit and run towards the door. “Uncle B!”

“God, he’s like an earthquake.” JJ chuckles.

Biting down on your bottom lip to stop the incoming laugh, “Reminds me of someone,” You tell him. Your husband looks at you with that mischievous smile of his, that reminds you all too well of your son’s.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to the both of you, the person that your child has opened the door to doesn’t resemble John B at all. The grey-haired man looks down at the blond little boy, blue eyes like the sky, and he could tell who he’s related to from a mile away. Bending down to his height, he asks “Hello, where are your parents?”

Noah knows better than to let strangers inside the house, which is why he immediately shouts “Mommy, who is this?”

To say that you sprint towards your son is an understatement. “What is it, honey?” You try to keep your composure in order to not scare the little guy, although you don’t know what’s going on yet — and you wish to have never found out. Luke Maybank. “What — I —“ You choke on your words, but your actions are cautious, instinctively putting space between him and Noah.

“Oh.” The man in front of you lets out as he straightens up. It’s obvious that he’s recognized you and you don’t know wether it’s a good or a bad thing. “Is my son here?”

As he speaks he seems to take a step closer inside your house, and in a panic state, you yell out, “J, baby, can you come here for a second?” Luckily, your words stop Luke, who’s waiting now for his son.

JJ runs to you, Ella still in his protective embrace as he approaches you. “What’s going on?” He asks before his eyes can fall on the man that’s standing at the entrance of your home. His hold automatically tightens on his daughter and he throws a protective arm in front of you. “What are you doing here?” Venom spits from his lips, and he almost can’t believe his eyes.

Chuckling humorlessly, Luke speaks up again “That’s a great way to greet your father, huh?”

“Take the kids and stay inside.” JJ tells you as he hands you Ella and pushes you further inside the protected walls of your loving home.

“J, I don’t like this.” You whisper as you grab the wrist of the arm that’s moving you away from the entrance. You’ve known your husband since what feels like forever; you’ve always been there for him and you know what Luke Maybank is capable of. If there’s one person that you would ever tell JJ not to see anymore is his father: that’s how terrible the situation is.

He takes your hand in his and places a gentle kiss on the back of it, before a smile etches on his features, attempting at reassuring you. “Look at me, princess. It’s okay.” Although it isn’t, but he won’t tell you that.

You nod, unsure, and do as he tells you.

JJ closes the door behind him and faces his father, after years and years of complete silence. “What do you want?”

He shrugs his shoulders, as if his presence at his son’s house is the most natural thing in the world. But that’s not how it works for the Maybank’s. “I didn’t know I had grandkids.”

JJ shakes his head in disbelief and points an accusing finger at him. “Stay away from my family.”

“We’re family.”

The words alone make an unsettling feeling form in his stomach and bile rise up his throat. He doesn’t remember a moment in his life where his father has referred to him as family — except when he needed money from his own son. “No, we aren’t. Leave my wife and my kids alone.”

Luke ignores him, because that’s what he’s always been good at. “I see you have a son. What if he ends up treating you the same way you are treating your old man right now?”

He can’t be serious.

He cannot be serious.

Years and years of disappointments and constant battling, of a loveless father-son relationship, leading to this. “You see, that’s the difference between you and I. I would never lay a finger on my children.” He affirms as his fists close on their own. “Don’t ever talk about my kids again. Get out of here right now.”

“You’re being unfair.”

JJ is about to rebut but the sound of the door behind him opening stops the both of them. “Leave or I will call the police.” You warn Luke while your hand reaches for your husband’s.

He turns to you, hiding the thankful grin that wants to grow on his lips. “Get back inside, baby.”

“No.” You answer firmly. “You come back inside now.”

It is Luke that now interrupts. “We’re talking.”

“And I say you’re done.”

He huffs, an annoyed look upon his features as he takes a step closer. “Control your woman over—“

However, JJ puts his free hand on his father’s chest, stopping him from coming any closer. “Don’t you dare talk about my wife like that.” He squeezes your hand, then continues “You better leave.”

You don’t even give him a moment to answer when you pull your husband inside with you and lead him in your bedroom where you can have a private conversation from your children. As soon as you go to close the wooden door, JJ sits on the bed, his head in his hands as he covers his face.

“Oh, J…” You whisper, heartbroken for him. You lie on the bed behind his sitting figure and bring his attention to you as you pull his arm. “Come here.” And he obliges. Your husband lays his head on your chest and you immediately begin to run your fingers through his hair, just like you know he loves. He hides his face in your neck and holds your body as close to his as possible.

“How can he do that?” He asks softly, and you can hear the pain in his voice, wishing to take it all away. “I feel like I’m sixteen again and all I want to do is run away and hope to never turn out like him.”

Your arms wrap tightly around him as your neck twists to let your lips linger on the side of his head, bringing him as much comfort as possible. “But you did run away, baby, and you’re nothing like him. You’re the best father I could’ve asked for my children and I feel so blessed to share all of this with you. And don’t even let me start on how you’re the perfect husband.” Finally, you cradle his face in your hands, forcing him to look up at you, and notice the tears that are threatening to spill out of his eyes. But you’re not done. “You turned out to be the most sensitive, funny, caring, loving man I’ve ever met.”

“I love you so much, you know that, right?” He whispers against your lips, brushing them together and feeling your breath on his mouth.

“I know, baby. And I love you, too.”

Raising his head further, he goes to rest his forehead on yours, completely hovering above you. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

You grin up at him. “I don’t know, did you wish really hard?”

Your words make a chuckle escape from his lips and you swear it’s the sweetest sound. “I can’t believe the way you talked to him. If you weren’t my wife already, I would’ve asked you to marry me.”

You peck his lips, “And I would’ve said yes again.” Your mouths touch once again, coming in for a prolonged kiss this time. “I would say yes a thousand times.”

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₊˚. MASTERLIST ☆

OUTER BANKS

★... RAFE CAMERON

Tomorrow, Today, and Yesterday [Fluff, best friend's brother trope, angst-ish]

[moodboards]

Take a picture, it'll last longer

[drabbles]

He is the type of bf that...

★... JJ MAYBANK

Sun and Moon [Fluff, best friends to lovers]

Three ways to say "I love you" [Fluff, Hurt/Comfort]

[moodboards]

Take a picture, it'll last longer.

[drabbles]

He is the type of bf that...

OTHERS

Nothing yet.

Three ways to say "I love you" ☆

PAIRING: JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

GENRE: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

WARNINGS: None

A/N: it's literally so cold so all I can do is go under the blankets and write stuff😭 enjoy!!!

Summary: The three times JJ showed how much he loved you without needing to say it.

wc: 1.5k ★ ... masterlist

ONE:

The waves were choppy, the sea sounded like thunder bathed in the lunar light. The pogues had just returned from a party at a nearby beach, too drunk to go home alone, they all decided to sleep at John B's chateau.

Sarah and John B were playing tag when they arrived, going to the beachfront even though it was night. "What are they doing?" Pope questioned, leaving his backpack next to the residence stairs. Kiara shrugged and looked at them. “Too drunk and too in love by the way it looks.”

You left your bag next to Pope's, sitting on the stairs to take off your shoes that had been bothering you since the party. You looked around to locate your boyfriend, only to be met with nothing. “Yo, where’s JJ?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

"Over there, by the water's edge," Pope replied, nodding toward the shore. "He said somethin’ about skipping rocks in the moonlight."

“Oh god, he's going to end up hurting himself in the way he is” You laughed “I'll make sure he doesn't fall or anything.”

You strode down to the water's edge, feet sinking into the cool wet sand as the waves lapped at your ankles. Up ahead, JJ's silhouette swayed in the pale glow of the moon as he lifted rocks from the shoreline.

"Hey, any luck skipping those?" you called out.

"The stone glides smoothly acroszz the sssurface," JJ slurred, flinging another pebble haphazardly into the surf. "Not a sssingle bounce to be found."

"Maybe ease up on the liquor there, dude" you chuckled. "At this rate the only thing getting skipped is you if you keep pitching rocks into the tide."

JJ squinted at you through blue eyes, a crooked grin emerging. "You tryin' to steal my thunder, [Name]? Think you c'n do better?"

You rolled your eyes playfully, not wanting to provoke the drunk boy. “Oh no, honey. I'll never be better than you... don't you think it's better to go back to the chateau and do this tomorrow? It’s too late.”

“But it's still early!" JJ exclaimed dramatically, a pout on his lips like a child. You walked close to him, taking the rock from his hand and wrapping your arms around his neck. “It’s already 2 am, let’s go in, babe.”

You dropped the stone on the ground and grabbed his hand, trying to take him to the chateau, but he had another idea as he gently pulled you by the hand and collided you with him, grabbing you by the hips and throwing you onto his shoulders.

“JJ, put me down now!” You cried between laughs, feeling your clothes being soaked as they were impacted by the waves.

“Oh darling, don't be like that, the sea is callin’ uss…” he smiled, throwing you into the water without warning, holding your waist as he drowned in laughter.

You emerged from the water, your hair wet and your makeup smudged. You tried to look angry, but quickly failed to let your smile appear, pointing your finger at him accusingly. “You're so dead, Maybank!”

“You wouldn't lay a finger on me, doll” he said, suddenly sounding sober. He pulled you by the waist your bodies collided.

Your clothes clung heavily to your skin as JJ pulled you against his frame, the crashing waves swirling about your tummy.

"And just what do you think you're doing, Maybank?" you narrowed your eyes, though his proximity made your breath quicken.

JJ fixed you with a piercing blue stare, fingers tracing idle patterns along your waist. "Dunno, just feel like dancin' under the moonlight with my girl."

You sucked in a breath as his touch sent sparks through your dampened limbs. "Oh? And since when have I been 'your girl'?"

A low chuckle rumbled in JJ's chest. "Since the moment I laid eyes on you, darlin." His head dipped lower, hot breath ghosting your lips.

Heart pounding, you tangled your hands in his sodden shirt, desire and irritation warring within. "You insufferable ass, I fucking hate you."

Your words hovered between you, anticipation crackling in the narrow space that remained. Then, slowly, mercilessly, JJ's smiling mouth met your own in a searing kiss that made the bay's icy waters feel balmy by comparison.

When you broke apart, you were quick to hide your face in his neck. “I look like a mess…” your voice muffled by JJ’s wet clothes.

He removed your face from his neck, lifting your gaze as he placed his finger on your chin. “The prettiest mess.”

TWO:

Warmth enveloped you as consciousness slowly emerged from the fog of sleep. Blinking blearily, memories of the previous night came rushing back.

A smile crept onto your lips as you burrowed deeper into firm muscle and cotton sheets. JJ's steady breathing stirred your damp hair, his arms secure about your bare waist. You turned gently in his hold to glimpse his face, relaxed in slumber. He looked years younger sans smirk or swagger, boyish features softened in repose.

Trailing light fingers across his stubbled jaw, you pondered how you had arrived at this moment. JJ had always stirred something primal within - thrilling yet terrifying in equal measure. But beneath his rough exterior beat a heart of gold, a loyalty you couldn't help but crave.

As the morning sun crested over the horizon, JJ began to stir. Those fathomless blue eyes blinked open, drowsy and confused at first, then lighting with joy upon meeting your gaze.

"Mornin', beautiful," he rasped, sleep rough voice sending shivers down your spine.

"Morning," you smiled shyly, still half expecting this moment of intimacy to dissipate like a dream upon waking.

But JJ only held you closer, nuzzling his nose against your neck until you dissolved into giggles. "Sleep well?"

"Best I've had in ages," you admitted softly. Fingers trailing down his chest, you traced swirling patterns over tan skin and ropey muscle.

JJ shuddered almost imperceptibly at your touch, large hands tracing your own curves with featherlight reverence. "Last night...this morning...everything just feels right with you, like I'm exactly where I'm meant to be."

Your heart swelled almost painfully at the rare display of vulnerability in those crystalline eyes. "Oh JJ..."

Cupping your jaw, he locked your gazes with an intensity that stole your breath. "You're my everything, [Name].”

You hugged him that morning, feeling all the emotions flow through your body electrically. The rest, as they say, is history.

THREE:

You kicked off your shoes aggressively enough to leave a mark on your heel. Fresh tears spilled from your eyes and soaked your entire face.

You let small sobs escape as you made your way to your bed, letting your body slump and your face sink into the pillow pathetically.

You needed that job. All your sleepless nights working in that restaurant for nothing, the senseless scolding you heard from your boss for nothing. Your father was going to kill you when he found out that you had wiped out your only source of money, and you were slowly falling into despair knowing that that night he would come home and you would have to tell him the news.

Exhausted, you let the tears come out unhindered. At some point, your door opened revealing JJ, who already knew you had been fired when you told him via text. He had a bag of sweets in his hands, and when he saw your condition, he dropped it on the floor and walked towards you, climbing on top of you and placing his face in the crook of your neck.

JJ's body curled protectively around yours as you wept, soaking the collar of his shirt with tears. He gripped you tightly, as if willing his strength to seep into your bones through sheer force of will.

"Shhh, I've got you darlin', just let it out," he whispered into your hair. His hands traced soothing circles over your quaking form, lingering in all the places he knew could ease tension from your aching muscles.

Slowly, your sobs began to peter out, exhaustion leeching the will to despair from your pores. But where the anguish had seeped away, JJ's steady presence flooded in to fill the void - his sturdy warmth, the callouses of his palms, familiar scent of sea and motor oil wrapped around your senses like a security blanket.

As your breathing calmed, JJ leaned back just enough to cup your swollen face between his hands and press kisses to each damp eyelid. "Look at me, sweetheart. We're gonna fix this, you hear? Fuck that bastard boss of yours. I'm here with you, okay? Always."

His blue eyes shone with defiance, determination to lift you where you could not yourself. And in that gaze you found solace, an anchor when the world felt tipped. Clinging to his shirt, you nodded tiredly. He wiped away your remaining tears, smiling and kissing your forehead gently, hugging you in that moment.

She's a mess in the morning. Hair tousled and t-shirt half hanging off her shoulders. It's a real fucking turn on. He's hard, and it's not even ten in the morning.

She grabs the carton of milk from the fridge and takes a swig.

"That's disgusting. How can you drink regular milk like that?"

"Says the guy who has a glass of orange juice with his bowl of Cheerios." She says, mouth full of milk. She hops up onto the counter. Her t-shirt - fuck, no, his t-shirt - rides up her thighs, exposing the black frilly lace of her panties.

He swallows.

"Only to wash down the nutty aftertaste."

It's not a good argument. He knows this.

"Whatever."

She says that a lot. He doesn't think she means it half the time.

"I'm going surfing this afternoon. Wanna come?" She says, crossing her legs. The fabric of her shirt bunches up around her crotch.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He shifts uncomfortably in his seat. His knee jerks and hits the underside of the kitchen table with a clatter.

"You good?"

"Mm." He nods.

No. He's not fucking okay.

"So?"

"So what?"

"You comin'?" She jumps off the counter and reaches for a bowl on the top shelf in the cabinet behind her.

Oh. That.

“Yeah. Yeah, sure. Okay. Yeah."

He nods a little too enthusiastically.

She turns around, brow raised. The corner of her lip is turned up ever so slightly.

"Cool?"

Not really.

"Yeah. Totally."

"Okay. Cool." She says, all smart and cool-like. "Meet me on the beach at two. But don't wear those loud palm tree shorts of yours. They’re embarrassing."

Yeah.

Okay.

Cool.

X

She's a natural when it comes to surfing. Like a thunderstorm in the middle of June.

He's usually good at surfing too, but when he's with her he's too busy watching her to actually pay attention to the waves. So, he just ends up wiping out and making a complete fool of himself.

She laughs. It's sweet like those candied hearts she used to give him back in grade school for Valentine's Day.

"You know you're supposed to ride the waves, not hug them, right?"

“Yeah? What can I say? I’m a hugger.”

She snorts and shakes her head. A salt-slick strand of hair falls directly over her brow. She doesn’t bother brushing it away.

“Whatever. See if you can catch this next one.”

She’s already paddling in the opposite direction, effortlessly catching said wave.

He's in awe, is fucking mesmerized by the way she glides across the surface of the water.

There's a thunderstorm in the forecast. The sky is turning gray.

She’s the current and he’s drowning.

X

Keggers on the beach are one of the best parts about summer.

Next to the tourons, of course.

Obviously.

The flames from the bonfire lick the ends of her hair. She digs her Solo cup into the sand by her feet. She stands then stretches, knocking over her cup and spilling its contents. She doesn't bother looking down. She can always get another.

And so she does.

"Hand me a beer."

"Didn't I just give you one?"

She shrugs, and swipes the bottle in his hand by the neck, downing the remaining contents. A single drop escapes the corner of her mouth. She catches it with her tongue.

"What? No 'please'?"

"Manners are for strangers. We're friends."

Just friends.

"We are friends, right?"

And the hesitation in her tone, it's something he's never heard in her voice before.

"Yeah, of course. Totally."

Just fucking friends.

"So, who's the lucky touron tonight?"

"Ah, I don't know. No one's really caught my eye."

Lies, lies, lies.

"So you mean to tell me," she points to a lanky girl standing beside a lopsided bamboo torch. She looks at him and flitters her fingers. "That perky blonde over there, or that foxy redhead next to her hasn't turned your head even the slightest bit?"

He shakes his head and juts out his lower lip.

"Nope." He says, popping the p.

"Bullshit." She reaches for one of the floating cans in the beat up red cooler. She pops the tab with a click and a hiss.

She almost takes a sip, but changes her mind the instant her lips touch the cool metal.

"Can I ask you something? And I need you to be, like, completely totally honest, okay?"

"Sure." He swallows, audibly.

She's really close to him now. Like, really fucking close. He can smell the sunscreen on her skin.

She stands on her toes and drags her fingers down the row of buttons on his shirt.

"Are you sure we're just friends?"

The ground feels like quicksand beneath his feet.

I mean, who even came up with the no pogue-on-pogue macking bullshit, anyway?

It was probably Kie.

Shit.

He's fucked.

Like, literally, one hundred and fifty percent fucked because he thinks he might just love this girl, and he thinks he's just high enough, and just buzzed enough that he might actually kiss this girl.

Her lips are so close to his, and his head begins to spin. He thinks he might fall over, or be sick, or quite possibly both.

She kisses him, and it's fucking fantastic. Her lips are kinda chapped, but also kinda perfect. They taste faintly of vanilla chapstick and Pabst Blue Ribbon. They're sweet, and sticky, and salty, and he's addicted to the taste.

She pulls away. His lips are wet. The air is cold. It's the middle of July.

“Just friends?” She says, smiles slyly.

“Yeah, right.” He says, kisses her again.

IT FINISHED SO WELL <3333

three plus one

pairings: jj maybank x reader

summary: the three times jj maybank told you that he loved you, and the one time you said it back.

warnings: brief (unwanted) sexual comments, profanities, mentions of blood, mentions of fighting (?)

word count: 2240

one.

there was yet another kegger at the boneyard, courtesy of the pogues who were all too bored out of their minds to waste the night away.

kiara was with pope, talking to a group of tourons about their never-ending facts, and somehow, it kept them entertained.

john b and sarah were dancing along with the blasting music, bodies swaying despite the music being upbeat.

and you, you were sitting on a log, a red cup in hand. you watched as the waves crashed on the shore. the salty breeze of the air whipping across your face, goosebumps slowly spreading on your body. the night was beautiful despite everything that’s been happening, the moon and twinkling stars reminding you that there’s beauty amidst the chaos.

you sighed, standing up to get another drink when the familiar shouts of jj caught your attention. you dropped your cup on the table and rushed over to him as you saw a group of kooks spit harsh insults at the boy.

knowing him, he’ll never back out from a fight, more so when he’s drunk. jj and the kook already had a threatening range between them, chests puffed out and fists clenched, but before any punches could be thrown, you got between the both of them and placed your hands on jj’s chest, “c’mon, j, let’s go.”

“fine piece of ass you’ve got there, maybank,” the kook laughed, eyes trained on your butt, “maybe i could get a taste after you’re done with her.”

although before jj could lunge at him, you beat him to it. you threw a perfect punch directly at his nose, making him stagger back. his friends went to help him out but he pushed them away. clutching his bleeding nose, he raised a finger at you, “you bitch!”

you slapped him across the cheek as he made the move to do so, “leave, now.”

his friends navigated him away from the boneyard, and you shook your throbbing hand, “holy shit, i didn’t know it was that painful to punch someone!”

jj had a look of adoration on his face, he placed a kiss on your hand and leaned forward to kiss you. your arm immediately wrapped around his neck, as his went straight to your waist.

you didn’t know whatever this thing you had with jj was, you’re more than friends but less than lovers. he never placed a label on your relationship, and you couldn’t help but wonder what this meant to him, if it held a big part of his life as it did in yours.

“that was hot,” he mumbled against your lips, words slurring with intoxication, “god, i love you.”

if the circumstances were different, you would’ve said it back. you would say it again, and again, and again, and you would never get tired of saying it to him, but instead of answering, you brought his lips back to yours. hands roaming across each other’s bodies. you hoped that the intensity of the kiss would make him forget that he ever said that.

two.

it’s been at least a few weeks since that fateful night. jj never got tired of bragging how badass his girl was, bringing up how you broke the guy’s nose.

the two of you were currently snuggled in bed, silence surrounding the both of you with the excerpt of the soft music playing from the radio. your back was against jj’s chest as he continued to trace shapes on your bare skin.

he didn’t know if you’re awake, but he continued to appreciate your existence. the moonlight was shining over the both of you, he moved your stray hair aside and peppered soft kisses on your shoulder. he whispered a soft, ‘i love you’, before letting the music lull him to sleep.

unbeknownst to him, you were wide awake. staring at the blank wall as you felt your chest rise and fall in sync with his. a heavy feeling landed straight to you, swallowing harshly before trying to get sleep to overcome you.

three.

you and jj were at the dock beside the chateau, legs dangling over the water as you watched the sun set into hues of oranges and red.

your head was rested on his shoulder, hands intertwined. he tilted his head to look at you, there was a small smile adorning his lips.

you could feel his stare practically burning a hole on the side of your head, you grinned teasingly, “you know, rumor is, it’s rude to stare,”

“not when i’m looking at the most gorgeous girl in the outer banks,” he kissed your forehead, “you know i love you, right?”

you hummed uncomfortably, removing your hand from his.

“c’mon, y/n. i’m not drunk, you’re not asleep, so what’s the matter?”

you tensed up beside him, and this time he watched you carefully. you took a deep breath, choosing to stare at the dimming sky instead of the man beside you, “you don’t mean that,”

he scoffed unbelievingly, “i do, i do.”

you remove yourself from his side, shaking your head as you let out a quivery breath, “no you don’t. you’re in love with the idea of us, with who you become when you’re around me, you’re in love with the moments we have… not me,”

“no, because that’s exactly the reason why i love you, y/n!” he stood up, running a hand through his hair, “i love who i become when you’re around, i love how you balance me out, i love how well you know me,”

“jj, can’t you see? you love how i’m such an asset to you, you think that i could change you when it’s supposed to be you!” you interjected, “i’m not even your girlfriend, jj. you never asked me to be, and even if i was, you’d have no reason to love me!”

“see now that’s just unfair!” he threw his arms up.

“what’s unfair? that i want to know what’s going on between us?” you scoffed, folding your arms, “jj, you can’t tell me you love me if we haven’t established whatever’s going on.”

he sighed irritably, tugging at the strands of his hair, “why are you so stubborn? when will you accept that my heart beats only for you?”

“jj, you don’t even know what my favorite color is!” you exclaimed, rubbing your arms together as a harsh wind blew.

he froze, his mind whirring, trying to figure out what it is, “i-”

“exactly my point,” you sighed, turning around to walk back into the chateau.

“i don’t know what your favorite color is but i know how you like your coffee, i know that you get grumpy in the morning because you have a hard time falling asleep at night, i know that you braid your hair when you’re nervous, i know that you hang your mother’s ring in a chain because it’s too big for you, i know that you hate sitting next to john b during lunch because he chews too loud but you don’t want to say anything because you’re scared of hurting his feelings, i know that you hate how your voice sounds on tape but i love how you sound, i know that you often compare yourself to sarah, or kie, or some girl, but you’re perfect just the way you are! and i know that saying it back is at the tip of your tongue but you’re scared,” jj spoke up, his chest heaving up and down from saying it in one breath. he watched you stop on your tracks, with one more sigh, he whispered softly, “what are you so afraid of?”

he walked past you and left, leaving you alone at the dock with your thoughts.

what were you so afraid of?

one. part two.

it’s been weeks since your last confrontation with jj.

you’ve been avoiding him, and the pogues like a plague. you spent the last few days moping around your room or spending early mornings out for a walk as your mind whirred with your never-ending thoughts and possibilities.

a knock from your door caught your attention. you sighed, turning your gaze away from your television. the background of friends still went unbothered, “come in,”

your little sister went inside with a sad look on her face. you frowned, opening your arms to invite her in, “what’s wrong, bubba?”

she sighed, nuzzling her nose at the crook of your neck, “i think boys suck,”

“what happened?” you asked, rubbing her back soothingly.

“marcus said he liked me but i saw him holding chrissie’s hand at the park,” she said, playing with the elephant stuffie jj has given you, “i wish i could find someone like your boyfriend, y/n.”

you furrowed your eyebrows, “boyfriend? you mean jj?”

“yeah,” she looked up at you, “it’s like you’re his princess, he looks at you like you’re the most beautiful thing in the world. kind of like those disney movies.”

you hummed, “well, jj and i aren’t talking right now,”

“what, why?”

“things are a bit complicated right now. he said he loves me,” you smiled softly at your sister, who’s listening to every word you’re saying.

“really?” she perked up, “did you say it back?”

you looked up at your popcorn ceiling, “no,”

“y/n, why not?”

“i don’t know, really, i just-” you sighed, were you really going to talk about your love life to your 7-year-old sister? “i feel like i’ve loved him my whole life and when he finally said it, everything sounded so unreal, you know?”

“i don’t,” she blinked, she placed the stuffie on your lap, “but do you love him?”

“maybe? i don’t know,” you sighed, stressfully running a hand through your hair.

“i don’t think love is a maybe, y/n, it’s either a yes or a no. you love him or you don’t love him,” she shrugged.

you looked at her in disbelief, “and when did you get so smart, missy?”

she jutted her bottom lip out, “heartbreak changes you,”

you chuckled, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. you raised the volume of the television, letting her lounge in with you as you thought of what she and jj said.

what are you so afraid of?

you love him or you don’t love him.

the thing with jj was, everything happens so unexpectedly. the moment you kissed him for the first time was you signing up for the start of a summer romance. you had some expectations that you hoped would happen. but with him, sometimes it was more than you could ever ask for.

you didn’t mind if he was a bit closed off, or if he was a bit too rowdy. you didn’t mind that he often steals from your plate, thinking that you wouldn’t notice, you didn’t mind that he gets protective over you and his friends that it often meant getting into fights and you patching him up, you didn’t mind him waking you up at 4 in the morning because he got into another fight with his dad, you didn’t mind that he’ll suddenly open up about everything all at once, and you didn’t mind the least that he loved you.

you didn’t mind.

because despite his flaws, you’ll still love him.

you’re in love with jj maybank.

the pogues were all at the back of the chateau, having a light conversation as the campfire in the middle crackled.

“jj!”

their head snaps toward your direction, and jj shot up the log, rushing towards you.

“y/n, what happened? are you okay?” he panicked, hands cupping your face as he tilted it, looking for any injuries.

“i’m sorry, i love you, i love you,” you breathed out, placing your hands on top of his, “i love how you send me songs that remind you of me, i love how you always have the disposable camera with you, i love how passionate you are, i love how you never fail to make me happy, i love how you care so deeply for your friends, i love you everything about you, jj maybank, every bit. i love you,”

“-and i’m sorry for not saying it sooner, i was so scared of what could possibly happen with us at the next stage of whatever this is but i’m not now, so i love you.” you heaved, now just noticing the shocked expressions of him and your friends. now that everything calmed down, you realized that you practically yelled in front of them.

your cheeks heated up as john b, pope, and kiara stood up, muttering something about giving the both of you some space.

“i’m sorry, jj. i-”

he cut you off with a kiss, wrapping his arms around you to pull you closer than you already were. lips locking with profound love, before slowing down into soft and sweet pecks.

your eyes slowly fluttered open to see him looking at you with a soft gaze in his eyes. he pulled you closer into a hug, your fingers playing with his hair.

when he pulled back, he had a teasing smile on his face, “you love me,”

you laughed softly, and pecked his lips, “yeah, i do,”

“y/n loves me,” he sang, twirling you around, “my girlfriend loves me!”

“girlfriend?”

“yeah, you’re it for me.”

“well, i can’t possibly say no to that,”

“you’re stuck with me for life,”

“forever and always.”

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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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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?”

°•

“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.”

°•

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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country club killer.

pairings. rafe cameron x fem!reader

about. rafe is leaving, and he feels he owes it to you to let you know

warnings. swearing and angst

ricky rocks. fat crush on rafe cameron 😻

“hey, sweetheart,” a hand lightly clamped down on your shoulder, taking you by surprised as you turned, seeing rafe and relaxing with a soft smile that he always loved so much.

“country club,” you smirked, “it’s been awhile.”

“miss me?”

you rolled you’re eyes. of course you did, but you couldn’t say it. it wasn’t apart of the game, the taunting and teasing. admitting you missed his company and pretty face would be a humiliation of losing.. and you didn’t like losing.

“never.”

he scoffed lightly, shaking his head as he slowly eased into the seat next to you at your place at the bar. you were holding a glass of water that could be easily mistaken for straight vodka.. which is said because rafe did mistake it for the toxic drink when clasping the glass from your grip and sipping it lightly. he narrowed his brows in surprisal, questioning you as you watched him with a twinge of amusement.

“i’m cutting back.”

“oh really?”

“yeah.”

“didn’t know you were a quitter all of a sudden.”

“shut up,” you shook your head, turning your head back to the tv hinged high on the wall playing a tennis match.

he smiled, squeezing your shoulder before rubbing your back. he was hesitant about touching you when arriving and almost wanting to refrain from it, but he couldn’t help himself; grazing his fingers over the skin that was slightly exposed from your lower back underneath your tight green tank top.

you eased in it, almost leaning into his warm touch of grazing his knuckles against your already hot skin, but also sending chills up your spine from the metal ring he always wore.

“you play today?”

“mhm.”

“did you win?”

“mhm.”

“why’re you cutting back?”

your eyes diverted from the television, gazing over to the glass cup that sat between you and rafe, almost empty, “i kind of blacked out and ended up somewhere i had never been to.. before.”

he shook his head, continuing to rub your back, “you didn’t call me?”

“i don’t have your number, country club.”

“yes, you do.”

you shook your head, eyebrows slightly quirked.

“why wouldn’t you have my number?”

“you never gave it to me.”

rafe knew he didn’t. there was a reason why.

“how’d you get home?”

“topper.”

he hummed in reply, of course, “you shouldn’t be stupid.”

“and what, be more like you?” you arched your brow and he paused with caressing your skin, “the last time i checked, you were spending all of daddy’s money on coke.”

“don’t.”

“don’t what?”

“don’t be a brat.”

you smirked.

it was silent again and your eyes were back on the tv while his analyzed the side of your face intently, memorizing it.

“you’re being creepy, country club.”

he hummed.

“why’re you being weird.”

“what do you mean?”

“usually.. we’re fucking or at your house, but right now you’re doing a terrible job at attempting to make small talk.”

there’s a long silence and you almost swear you made him mad by the way he looks away from you and at the ground. but he isn’t, he doesn’t growl nor whisper a pointless insult or threat in your ear, he doesn’t do anything but stay silent.

and it worries you.

“y/n,” he presses his lips into a thin line, “i cant see you anymore.”

“what?”

“i cant see you anymore. i’m going away and i don’t know when i’ll be back,” he avoids your stare, “i don’t think i am coming back.”

“what, rafe, why?” your chest tightens and you feel as if you’re going to have a melt down, you didn’t know why. “what do you mean you’re leaving?”

he looks up for a split second, enough time to recognize the hurt beginning to swarm your eyes, “something.. something bad happened or not really bad but- somethings come up and i have to leave.. with wheezie and rose.”

your body was now fully averted to face rafe as you were stunned and taken aback, not knowing how to consume this information.

you weren’t sure why you felt this way. why you felt as if someone had dropped a million pounds on your stomach and it was getting hard to breathe from the lump forming in your throat. you knew you had some feelings for rafe, just not so much to the point someone could mistake you as love sick at this point.

“why?”

“hm?”

“rafe,” you paused, thinking of what you could say and you truly didn’t know, but you stopped yourself from saying anything stupid or anything that would clue that you cared a lot more than you should. you slowly stood, clasping his bicep lightly, “good luck, country club.”

you pressed a kiss on the side of his cheek before walking away, holding your breath from any noises that would indicated the pain you felt in your chest from it shattering.

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best player, best bet.

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

part three of four.

about. you and jj go shopping for a dress

part one, part two, part three

warnings. swearing, gif not mine, abuse :/

ricky rocks. this is to make up for the last part lol (i also hated the way this turned out tbh)

“hello?”

“hey, hockey puck.”

“maybank.”

“don’t sound so excited,” you could hear his stupid grin from the other side of the line, it made your lips twitch slightly as you slowly sat at the edge of your bed.

“what do you want?”

“ward called for a dinner rehearsal,” he mumbled, “i need you there.”

“why?”

he sighed, rubbing his chin, “ward wants to get to know everyone before ‘the big show’, make sure everything moves smoothly.”

“i’ve already met ward,” you gritted, reminiscing about all the times you attended the elizabeth city hockey parties he hosted at the end of the year to celebrate the season. you weren't so fond of him despite him being one of your biggest supporters.

“where are you right now.”

"i'm home.. why?"

it was silent and you could practically hear the gears in his head turn as he thought along with the silence, his lips pressed into a thin line as he paced his room within the cameron house, "you have a dress yet?"

°•

jj had one hand gripping the steering wheel of his truck while the other held the gear shift, tapping his finger lightly so some sound filled the air. but it somehow made the atmosphere more awkward with no words to say and no things to do as you tapped your own fingers against the door, eyes glancing out the window every once and awhile, observing the gloomy air that was slowly falling over obx- - something you always loved when winter took over; when the cold nipped at your cheeks and turned them red, always giving you an excuse to wrap up in blankets and drink excessive amounts of hot drinks.

you tipped your head slightly, your eyes now roaming for something to create thought, and something did once you came to realization after studying the nice interior of the truck; clean, no sign of dirt anywhere. it smelt nice, even as jj's hockey bag was thrown in the backseat, which was unusual because the smell of sweat was always so distinct, even on your own bag, and you would consider yourself a cleanliness person.

jj was from the cut. you knew him and you knew who his friends were. you felt like an asshole thinking it but you have known him since third grade, when he had came in late on the first day with dirt staining his shirt and face. he was no stranger to fun and you were sometimes envious of it, having the ability to let go and not think.

so why was his truck so clean? you knew but you still asked;

"why do you live with ward?"

he seemed to tense a little, his grip on the wheel tightening while readjusting himself. his other hand no longer held the gear shift but was rather now running a hand through his hair, an audible exhale fizzling past his lips.

maybe you shouldn't have asked...

as well as knowing jj had the nature of letting loose and having no care, you were also aware of his rough home life with his father, something rafe had told you, something you wished you hadn't known.

"never mind, uh sorry-"

"no, no," he shook his head, shooing away your apology, "it's fine. not that big of a deal anyways."

silence and then...

"i've never really had.. anything," he rubbed his lips together, hesitant with whether or not he should be telling this to you, which he knew deep down that he probably shouldn't, but he wanted to, he wanted someone to know. "never anything to anyone until ward. he saw something in me that nobody saw and it was like finally someone cared. that's why i live with him.. i don't have to think about anything, worry about anything anymore because he runs my whole life and there's something comforting about that."

you watched him as he talked, trying his best to explain it while clenching and unclenching his fist around the black leather wheel, keeping a strong focus on the road due to not wanting to look at you.

"but i had to shape up and there's nothing wrong with a little discipline," he tilted his head a little, saying these words as if reminding himself of this. it made your chest tighten as you watched him a little closely with sympathetic eyes, but you weren't sure why.

the dinner rehearsal started at 6:30, giving you and jj an hour to find a black dress for the scout party. the two of you had been at it for already an hour and neither of you could find what you were looking for. but mostly because half the time the two of you were screwing around, trying on things that weren't even black nor a dress. sharing stupid hockey gossip, and even giving each other pointers.

you would have never thought you would ever been hanging out with jj on your free time or even finding joy in his company. it was unusual to say the least, almost wrong, but you couldn't find the nerve to care as you sat across from him in the waiting area of the dressing room.

"you going to try on those dresses or not?" he motioned toward the pile of black dresses the two of you had randomly compiled together before entering into the private area.

"i don't know."

"we got like half an hour before i have to drop you off and get you ready," he checked his phone before looking back up to you, giving you a pointed look. "i should've asked if you can get ready fast."

"i can."

"try on a dress."

you huffed before pulling yourself up to your feet, grabbing onto the pile before walking into the little room meant for changing. the first dress was a no-go right off the bat, the second one didn't even cover half your chest, and the thrid-

"you gonna let me see or not?" jj had himself propped up against the dressing room doorframe by his elbow, waiting for you to finally show him one of the many dresses the two of you had picked out.

"hold on," you slightly mumbled, extending your arm behind you, attempting to reach the zipper.

"i thought you said you got ready fast."

you opened the dressing room door with a annoyed frown, something that quickly lost its effect once you became taken aback when looking up to jj who had a smirk on his face, practically crammed up against you with how close he was leaned up against the doorframe. you huffed, losing the shock while holding the front of the dress tightly against your chest in fear of it slipping.

"i need you to zip me up."

"what?" jj looked caught off guard, now looking you up and down, almost not understanding your question till you turned around, revealing the low zipper the stopped right before your butt. he still looked shocked as his eyes met yours in the body length mirror placed in the center wall of the dressing room before traveling down toward the zipper. "this the dress i picked out?" he coughed, hesitantly clasping the small piece of plastic.

you hummed in reply, diverting your eyes to the ground as the feeling of his knuckles slowly dragging up the middle of you back made your stomach twist into knots. you held your breath as you connected the coldness to the silver ring he wore on his pointer finger.

you could hear him exhale as well the moment the zipper was pulled all the way to the top and he made sure to take a wide step away from you before fully looking you in the eyes. you turned to face him, giving him a lopsided smile before he finally spoke, "looks good."

that was the dress you chose.

°•

"you're late," ward was on jj the moment he had walked through the front door with his hand tightly gripping the boy's bicep, attempting to guide him away and fast toward his room upstairs where you were sure a more formal outfit was laid out for him.

you clenched your jaw as your presences seemed to have been completely shrugged off as you were left at the front door alone.

after you had bought the black dress, jj drove you home to allow you to change. you wore a short purple dress that had practically knocked the breath out of jj due to him never seeing you in anything but your hockey gear and clothes that tended to cover you whole. you had to bite back a smirk.

the whole backyard must have been where everything was being hosted due to that being where everyone was mingling. it made you feel sort of out of place which was rather unusual since you had a the tendency to fit right in when it came to events like these. you had to.

"really went through with it, huh?"

you glanced back to see rafe holding a glass of alcohol. he was dressed up in a button up just like the rest of the boys were with slack pants. you grinned over to him with a slight tip of your head, "you look like a douche."

he scoffed, giving you a look up and down, "okay, princess." he threw back the rest of his drink before setting it down on a table. he shoved his hands in his pockets before strolling to your side, "i thought you were going to keep your dignity and not take his deal."

you shrugged, "i really want to win best player."

"so you're going to fuck him for it?"

you rolled your eyes before planting an elbow to his ribs, "don't be an ass. i've wanted this since elementary school and i think i can get it if jj steps down."

rafe only hummed.

you hadn't seen jj in over a half an hour, and after talking to rafe for what seem like ten minutes, but was really longer, he reminded you of your date. you had lowly swore to yourself before looking around and not finding him until you had walk to the long stretched dock where you found him lighting a blunt.

"a bit of a bad time for that, don't you think?"

he looked back at you with a raised brow as if daring you to stop him, but you only joined his side, planning on keeping your mouth shut until he spoke to you himself.. which seemed unlikely with the only sound filling the air being the waves crashing against the dock and him inhaling and exhaling smoke.

"you mad or something?"

he didn’t say anything but instead kept his eyes trained on the setting sun. the sky swarmed with orange, it made your chest fill with warmth despite beginning to feel uneasy about jj’s now silent demeanor. it didn’t feel right.

you took a step closer to him, trying to get a better look at his face in attempt to get a read on him, but you only felt your stomach drop as your hands couldn’t help but reach for both sides of his face, pulling him to face you.

“jj,” you half gaped, your eyes wide and wild as you had your gaze set upon the newly placed bruise on his cheekbone. “who?”

“who do you think?” he took one last intake before flicking the blunt into the water. his face was warm and seemed to have seeped into your finger tips as they practically cradled his face. “y/n.”

your head tilted from side to side as you tried to gather and look for other bruises or cuts or anything that connected to harm- you couldn’t even think or focus until his own hands grasped your wrists, now making sure you were looking him in the eyes, which were wide themself.

“it doesn’t matter,” he wanted you to understand that, but he knew you wouldn’t with how disappointed you seemed to be at his words, your face falling and slowly loosing your grip. “doesn’t matter, okay?

“you must be stupid if you think i’m going to believe that,” you let go of him, slowly backing away with a deep frown etched into your face. “jj-”

“hockey puck-”

your face fell deeper into despair, “don’t you fucking dare.” your face turned into a scowl and you raised your hand, “that stupid- jj you-”

“everything going alright down here?”

your eyes interchanged toward ward who appeared out of nowhere, with a cautious demeanor. you eyes his closely as he approached the two of you closer with his steps slow and eyes full of hesitation as he scoped out the situation, very aware that something was off.

“yeah, everything’s fine,” jj’s voice was quiet as he stared at you, almost signaling for you to keep your mouth shut with the way his eyes slightly widened. “i have to take y/n home.”

ward nodded, understandably with his hands stuffed into his dress pants pockets, “okay.”

you begun to walk before jj did with your hands tightly gripped in fists, mind racing but not knowing what to think. only anger.

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don’t move.

pairings. jj maybank x fem!reader, but a little rafe cameron x fem!reader tension

about. when rafe finds out john b’s back and raids the chateau, no one’s there to be found… except reader.

warnings. foul language, guns

ricky rocks. idek, maybe i’ll make a part two lmk ig

“can i help you, boys?”

rafe cursed lowly to himself as he turned slowly along with barry, gripping his gun tightly.

“did you not check the house?” rafe grunted lowly towards barry who only frowned hard, looking at you and then to the shotgun you had gripped highly.

you had been hid snug in the coat closet of the chateau, almost terrified out of your wits as you had heard someone ransack the small home; but coming upon realization it was only rafe and his goon, barry. your fear had gone straight out the window as you had quite literally watched the two of them from the window before quickly searching the room you and jj both shared for the shotgun you had stolen from your father’s old and neglected gun cabinet.

you weren’t afraid.

“y/n,” rafe seemed hesitant, eyeing you as if trying to figure out how to get out of this situation, but he knew he couldn’t with the high possibility of you shooting him with any drastic move he’d make. “just thought i’d pay you and your old friend john b a visit.”

of course.

“what?”

“you know, the guy who used to live here? brown hair, had a thing for my sister.”

“rafe, what the fuck are you talking about?”

“i think you know what i’m talking about,” he attempted to take a step closer to you, but only for you to cock the shotgun. it made him back up fast, raising his arms up slowly. “y/n.. you don’t want to shoot me.”

“really?” you quirked a brow, wanting him just to explain why.

“you don’t want my dead body on your conscious.”

“you would know what that’s like, wouldn’t you, rafe?”

he clenched his jaw, directing his line of vision away from you and to the ground, as if he was holding himself back; talking himself down.

“just.. put your gun down, girly,” barry’s eyes switched between you and rafe, attempting to undermine any harm rafe could play out right now if he didn’t say anything.

you weren’t scared, but you knew what rafe was capable of. you knew he probably wasn’t afraid of hurting you and the only thing keeping him from that was barry and your gun.

“you first,” you nodded toward the handgun they both held to their sides. barry almost trying his best to hide his from your line of sight as he shifted it close behind him.

“look, i know you’re lying,” rafe spoke again, practically charging toward you with the wide step he took toward you. “and i won’t hurt you…” the barrel of the gun touched his chest and he didn’t even flinch, “if you just tell me the truth.”

his hand reached out, attempting to touch your face till you flinched away fast, elbowing his arm away fast, “don’t fucking touch me, asshole.”

“what’re you going to do,” he laughs, shifting back on his feet. “you’re just a little girl with a gun.”

“rafe let’s just leave.”

“a girl that knows how to use a gun.”

“then prove it, y/n,” he dips his head toward you with a mocking smile, challenging you, “shoot that big gun of yours, little girl.”

“your daddy’s not here to save you this time rafe, you sure you want to me to do that?”

“rafe, let’s go,” barry grabs onto his broad shoulder, trying to pull him off from his leaning position, his daring position. “rafe.”

“do it.”

“rafe!” barry roughly pulled him away from you, almost sending him to the ground before pushing him aside as if speaking to him privately, “what’re we fucking doing, man, it’s obvious they’re not here.”

“it’s obvious-“

“nah, knock it the fuck off,” barry’s eyes met yours for a split second before looking back to rafe. “let’s get out of here.”

you watched them walk off slowly before rafe turned around while slowly walking backward, “this isn’t over, trader.”

his words were sour and you could feel your blood beginning to pulse through your veins even faster than before. maybe… you were a bit afraid.

“are you okay?” you felt jj’s arm wrap around your waist the moment his feet hit the ground.

“yeah,” you breathed out, leaning into his grasp after you dropped the gun. “there’s no one like rafe cameron.”

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pairings. jj maybank x fem!reader

about. you and jj don’t have the best relationship, but who’s to say that can’t change?

warnings. foul language

ricky rocks. i didn’t edit this at all

during the summer at the chateau, you almost never saw jj with a shirt on.

which you couldn’t complain about, especially when he was conducting yard work—or anything that’d make him sweat… anything that’d make his tan skin glow and his muscles flex as he put in the work.

but the only thing was… he was a fucking asshole.

during the first summer of freshman year, jj was still unable to drive, as well as all the other pogues—except you. and because of that, you were responsible for driving jj to and from jobs. it wasn’t your first choice, but in order to keep the chateau up and running, the bills needed to be payed.

“this your daddy’s truck?”

you watched him through the review mirror pull down the tailgate to load up the junky old lawn mower that was almost out of it’s time. he then moved to the passenger door, yanking it open.

“it’s mine.”

“really?” his eyebrows raised in surprised, hopping into the seat while wiping the sweat from his forehead with his white teeshirt. “this piece of shit?”

“i don’t see you with a car, maybank,” you pulled the car into drive, now beginning to make your way back to the cut.

“it’s not by choice,” he rolled his eyes while extending his arm across the seat.

“what, failing your drivers test three times was?”

“shut the fuck up.”

sophomore year didn’t get any better. if anything, that’s when jj reached peaked douche bag and the only thing that came out of his mouth was insults and foul language—all directed toward you.

“you are such a bitch.”

everyone winced, making sounds of booing at jj’s harsh words. you all sat around the campfire, savoring some of the few moments left of summer while discussing school and graduating when you had made a joke on half of you most likely not graduating—hence jj calling you a bitch.

you glanced at him, awkwardly laughing as you tipped your beer back, “relax, it was just a joke.”

“struck a nerve,” pope hummed lowly, snuggling closer into the hammock he sat in as if wiggling away from the obvious tension that suddenly hit each and every one of you just from jj.

“no kidding.”

“i just think how funny it is that y/n always has some dumb shit to say whenever we be hanging out like this,” he raised his hands in defense, shaking his head. “i’m just saying.”

“jj, it’s not that deep,” kie looked at him with narrowed brows, obviously as confused as the rest of you—to which he shuts up and mumbles a sorry, but to her.

not you.

junior year, jj was barely a person to you nor were you to him. you were lucky if he even said a word to you within the week—which really didn’t happen at all unless john b sent him to do so in order to remind you of rent or something that had to do with facilities.

he treated you like you weren’t a person, like you were never there, and you couldn’t tell if that was better or worse than previous years treatment.

probably better… until it seemed you were almost cut off, not only from him but from the whole group.

before, you had an idea of jj; what he did, what he liked, what he found funny, and what the inside jokes were. now, it seemed that you didn’t know him at all, he wasn’t a person you knew, but the rest of the pogues did. they knew all the inside jokes, all his problems, his accomplishments and you didn’t.

“you shouldn’t care, y/n,” pope told you as the two of you hauled equipment to and from a boat for your employers. “jj has been nothing but a dickhead to you, i’d think this would be a blessing on your end.”

“yeah,” you hummed, “but it’s like not only am i cut out of his life, but your guys’ too. i have nothing to contribute when the conversation turns in his direction, y’know? i know nothing about what you guys are talking about sometimes.”

pope sighs. you weren’t wrong. there was many points in times where you’d go completely silent due to the conversation leading to times where all the pogues hung out without you, making it hard for you to communicate—your presence was completely useless at that point.

“yeah, i’m sorry about that,” he scratches the back of his neck, thinking deeply about the situation. there truly was nothing he could do about it at all, but he still felt sympathy for you. “perhaps you could talk to him about it.”

“you’re kidding,” you narrowed your brows, practically dumbfounded at his suggestion. “pope that is the dumbest thing i have ever heard come out of your mouth.”

he smiles, “well, looks like i’m no help.”

senior year. senior year was something strange.

jj was a totally a different person to the point you were wondering whether or not if you were high half the time you saw him.

different person as in he was nice.

it technically started the summer before senior year when things became very pressurized and shitty for you due to your parents. they had a sudden striking interest in your life upon discovery that you were doing rather well for a pogue in school.

you could get out, do something with your life.

it was known since you could remotely process anything that your parents didn’t care. you grew up alone, discovered things alone, taught yourself things that they didn’t, and swore to become a better person than both of them combined—just not to end up like them.

they showed up, multiple times unannounced at the chateau. their presence was… intense to say the least. they had no problem invading or doing things that could cause more problems just to get what they wanted.

and the day they showed up, was also the first day jj had ever touched you with an announce of affection.

you had been in your room, browsing through your computer when yelling begun to echo throughout the home. you took a step out into the hall, crossing paths with john b. who shared the same confused look.

“jj out there by himself?”

“not seeming like it.”

he stood there, shovel in hand as he spoke to a couple, or rather yelled at a couple, “she doesn’t live here!”

“then where is she?”

“right here.”

the couple immediately spun around to face you, your mothers face uplifting as she immediately walked to you, “my baby!”

“you should have stayed inside, i was covering for you.”

that’s what surprised you, the fact that he was covering for you and didn’t even think to give you up. but you supposed everyone in your group knew how crazy your parents were.

“it’s fine, i’ll deal with it,” you marched passed your mother, walking toward their vehicle. they had no choice but to follow you. “what’re you doing here?”

“we’ve come to get you, sweetheart.”

“why?”

and they explained why, only heavily sugar coating it. you were being lied to and it made your body ache in sadness. yeah, you didn’t need your parents, but it still would have been nice to have them and it sucked to be used.

“you okay?” jj stood in the doorway, watching them finally pull out and drive away after half an hour of arguing and seeing you getting practically screamed at in your face.

“yeah,” you looked up at him with confused eyes, wondering why he was even asking. it didn’t help your state with your heart still swelled up with hurt. he could see it, he was familiar with it, and he felt a very heavy wave of emotions consume him once looked down at you.

“you sure?”

“yes.”

he didn’t believe you.

jj stepped out of the doorway, allowing you to step by him and back to your room where you could sulk, but before you could fully close yourself up, he called after you.

“don’t let them get into your head,” you watch his hand grab your shoulder in slow motion before squeezing it, giving you a sympathetic look before passing you by and walking to his room.

you couldn’t get that out of your head. that one simple touch, it’s all you could think about for the next week till he replaced it with another and another and another.

nothing could beat good skin on skin contact, even with no deep meaning behind it.

what the fuck.

he actually talked to you, looked at you, touched you, smiled at you. and none of it made sense. why now?

you weren’t the only one who noticed it either.

“so, jj and you seem to be… good,” pope was careful with his wording, not sure how to take on this matter in the first place.

“yeah,” you said plainly, not knowing how to speak on it either, but not really wanting to speak on it at all; you still couldn’t believe it.

“you guys friends now?”

“i don’t know.”

“did you guys talk or something?”

“jj and i talk?” you scoffed. “i’m sorry but we’re not that resolved.”

“right,” he laughs a little, “maybe he’s having a self-realization period, and has figured out that you’re a lot cooler than he originally thought.”

you laugh lowly, shaking your head, “well, whatever it is, it’s strange, but i guess i can’t complain.”

yeah, you really couldn’t. especially when the small touches turned into something much, much more affectionate.

“you ever… think about leaving this place?”

“all the time,” you stare up at the stars from the hammock you laid in, answering jj’s question without a second thought.

“i mean, not the cut, i mean here, the chateau.”

you narrowed your brows at the question, not understanding the meaning behind this question, if there even was one, “no, why? are you planning on kicking me out?”

he scoffs, shaking his head from across the fire, “no, never. wouldn’t ever do that.”

“doesn’t seem like that sometimes,” you say it but immediately bite your tongue, knowing you shouldn’t have. you had nothing against jj anymore, even as the whole reason for him being so suddenly nice has gone unresolved—you’ve learned to ignore. “or, i mean-“

“i know what you mean.”

it’s silent.

occasions where you and jj are left alone are very frequent, especially ones where the two of you are actually talking. even if you have forgotten about his past hostile attitude, you were still cautious and kept your walls up just in case he dropped his new righteous self at any moment.

jj was very self aware. he knew exactly why you were so hesitant on creating any kind of bond between the two of you, and he understood and he didn’t exactly quite disagree with that.

there was a large amount of time where all he could think about was how much of a shitty person he was to you and he honestly couldn’t forgive himself for that. he wasn’t a good person, he knew that. he just wanted to better himself while he still could.

the silence is interrupted with the sound of shuffling and jj slides into the hammock, right next to you. you’re shocked to say the least to the point you don’t even say a word to disagreement with the daring move.

“i’m sorry.”

a single sentence. a single sentence that make your chest tighten and your whole body freeze in surprise.

“for what?”

“for being such an asshole to you for the past three years,” he mumbles, his eyes darting between star to star, nervously. “i want to be your friend, y/n,” he looks to you and look back at him with your mouth slightly opened. “i want to talk to you without it being weird, i want to be able to look at you without feeling guilty, i want to be able to… touch you.”

inhale.

“i want to be familiar with your name, i want to be able to say it without holding myself back.”

exhale.

“i understand if… you don’t want that, hell i probably wouldn’t, but i realized i caused a large problem and i want to fix it. i want you to know i’m sorry.”

i’m sorry.

crazy. you felt absolutely crazy sitting this close to him, to the point you were sitting on his lap and falling for his apology. after years of living with his hostile environment, of hating him, wanting to punch him in the face, and stay as far as you could away from him—you were giving in after such a simple apology.

“jj?”

“y/n?”

“you owe me if i forgive you.”

his eyes strayed from yours for a minute, thinking, thinking hard on what you mean before looking back to you, nodding slowly, “okay..”

“good,” you nodded, carrying yourself to knees, now scooting to the of the hammock. “i’ll see you in the morning.”

**

“you know you could really get out of here, right?”

“why are you so set on trying to get rid of me lately?” you glance at jj from across the boat where you sat with your feet dangling over the edge, watching the deep blue to sit calmly. “i see, you don’t want to owe me something.”

he rolls his eyes, “yes, but no.” he also watches the water as well. the two of you were supposed to be catching food for dinner but after the past hour becoming repetitive of catching nothing, you decided to give up and just enjoy the sun as it still lowly hung in the sky. “you’re smart, y/n. like pope smart.”

“well now you’re just sweetening me up,” your tone is dry but he can tell your highly amused as you now crawl toward him.

“i’m serious.”

“i know.”

“good.”

it’s quiet now. you both stare at your feet as the cold water kisses the tips of your toes, staying calm with hardly any movement. it was a perfect moment; the now setting sun, the cool weather, his words, the location, everything.

you laid your head against jj’s shoulder, thinking, “jj.”

“yeah?”

“kiss me.”

“what?” you stutters like he doesn’t hear you correctly and his body suddenly tenses.

“you owe me, kiss me.”

he looks stunned once you both fully look at each other. he’s not sure if you’re joking or even pulling one on him just to embarrass him for every past inconvenience between the two of you.

you press your lips against his and to your surprisal he kisses you back with no problem. his hand lightly cups the side of your face as you both continued to move your lips against one another—until you pushed him into the water.

you almost fall in with him too, but you stabilize yourself fast and you can’t help but grin as he resurfaces fast with a just as stunned face when you asked him to kiss you.

“we’re even now, maybank.”

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