#obx au

[rafeandonlyrafe]

your duke

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warnings: 18+ only!, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, mentions of having children, duke!rafe, 1800S au, royalty au, probably a lot of incorrect era things but idk! bear with me yall, maid!reader, implication of noncon but it is not actually described, r*pe aftermath, poisioning/murder, assassination plot, kinda angsty but happy ending, slowburn ish? i fell in love the way you fell asleep, slowly and then all at once

you are humming to yourself as you wipe down the surfaces off the room, collecting the nonexistent dust on your rag before turning your attention towards the bath, filling it with hot water, anticipating the dukes return.

you move onto the bed next, filled with extravagant silks and embroidered blankets. you make it perfectly, erasing any evidence that it was slept in only for the duke to create a mess when he comes back to his chambers.

you know you should feel lucky, getting to work in the palace with one of the kings closest friend and advisor, but it's tedious maid work, barely worth the couple gold coins you get at the end of every day.

you don't realize that the duke has entered until the door slams shut behind him, making you jump up, eyes wide as you turn and give him a quick bow, keeping your head down.

“good evening, duke cameron.”

“evening.” he addresses you back after a moment, allowing you to rise. you have to hold in a gasp, you always forget how beautiful the duke is.

“i filled the bath for you, sir.” you gesture your arm towards the bathroom. “i will take your garments for cleaning once you ready.”

“thank you, y/n.” the duke says, making your eyebrows rise. you have only been working for a couple weeks, and only recently got reassigned to the dukes room. you introduced yourself only once, and certainly expected him to instantly forget your name.

you watch as he goes behind the thick curtain into the bath, entering only when you hear him sink into the warm water with a satisfied groan.

you keep your eyes on the floor as you step around the corner just long enough to grab the clothing off the floor before fleeing with a bow to clean them.

you head to the lower levels of the palace, smiling at the other help that you see as you head towards the laundry room, quickly cleaning his clothes before hanging them on a line meant specifically for the duke.

“on your way back up to duke camerons?” the voice makes your back snap straight, turning to look at mrs. peregrine, her name living up to her hawkish features, a stern old woman but one to be admired for running the entirety of the background of the palace, coordinating maids and assistants, even running the kitchen with an iron fist.

“yes ma’am.” you nod.

“the king has requested that he receives a personal assistant.” she says, looking you up and down with a disapproving look in her brown eyes, so dark they almost appear black.

you wait patiently before she sighs. “my goodness girl, im offering you a promotion.”

“oh!” you raise your eyebrows, not expecting to move through the ranks so quickly. “yes, ma’am… what does being a personal assistant include?”

“you will bring up his meals, take requests and fill whatever he needs and… keep him satisfied.” you immediately understand the implication there, letting out a quick nod. she almost looks sad for a brief second before her features harden again. “get his dinner tray from the kitchen and bring it up immediately.”

you rush to the kitchen, grabbing the tray indicated for the duke. you hurry up the stairs, but are careful not to spill the plates loaded on the silver platter.

“dinner, sir.” you call with a knock, glad when instead of telling you to come inside that duke cameron opens the door for you. you set the tray down at his dining table. you wonder what the palace chambers of the king are like when a dukes looks like this.

“are you my assistant then y/n?” rafe asks, sitting down as you stand at the other side of the table, hands clasped together, waiting, but you're not sure what.

“yes sir.” you nod quickly. “anything you wish i am… here to serve.”

“are you hungry?” he asks, making you scrunch your brows together.

“what?” you know you shouldn't question what the duke says, but you surely must have heard him wrong.

“are you hungry? the kitchen always gives me more than i could ever eat.”

“oh- i- i am fine, sir. thank you.” you say, but your traitorous eyes betray you as you look at the food, bread smothered with butter, steak dripping with juice.

“no more with the sir, please.” he waves his hand. “makes me feel like my father. just call me rafe.”

you let a light laugh slip. duke cameron-rafe is remarkably young to have risen to the ranks so quickly. some even believe he is who the king will appoint if he doesn't produce an heir.

“and come sit down.” rafe kicks out the chair next to you. you step closer, easing yourself down into the wooden chair.

rafe takes one of the plates and loads a few things on it before setting it in front of you with one simple word. “eat.”

you're not going to argue with duke, and the meal is no doubt the most extravagant that you're ever going to get to taste, so you begin to eat, eyes widening when you taste the warm bread, so unlike the old stale loaf you get for cheap from the market.

rafe looks satisfied when your finished, pushing his cup of wine towards you to finish off.

“thank you, s-rafe.” you both smile.

“it's my pleasure.” rafe says, standing up and moving to flop down on his bed, placing his hand on his stomach. “so much good food.”

you bite your tongue, resisting the urge to say that there are people right outside the palace walls starving.

you quickly collect all of the silverware before placing the serving tray outside of the door to take back down to the kitchen later. maybe you'd even be able to sneak some more food now that you have access.

“what else can i do for you, sir?” you ask, looking out the window as the sky darkens. you wonder when you'll be dismissed now that you're an assistant to a duke, not just a lowly maid.

“come here.” he calls, eyes now closed as he lays on the bed.

you move quickly, putting your shame to the side. you know what is being requested of you now as you step to the edge of the bed, looking down rafes body until you are staring at his crotch. your hands reach cautiously until you cant wait any longer, grabbing the hem of his pants.

the dukes eyes pop open, pushing your fingers away. “what are you doing?”

“i-i am so sorry, sir!” you take a step back before sinking to your knees, bending your head down. “i thought you wanted to receive your… your nightly pleasures.”

you keep your eyes trained on the plush rug, but you can hear that rafe has moved to stand directly in front of you.

“you are not a whore.” his words are harsh for a moment, but then he kneels down next to you, his fingers touching under your chin and forcing you to look up at him. “i do not expect you to do anything for me that you do not want to.”

“sir, it's included in being your assistant.” you explain.

“i will not ask you to do anything lewd, understood?” he asks, holding your eye until you nod.

“you… you are a good man.” you say, letting him take your hand to help you stand, your dress falling back around your ankles.

“if only.” he looks into the distance for a moment before shaking his head. “you're dismissed.”

“yes sir.” you lower your head, rushing out of the room.

-- two weeks later --

“would you ask the kitchen for chicken today?” the duke asks as you adjust his outfit, quickly learning his tastes as you fold his collar down.

“roasted?” you question, smiling when rafe shakes his head.

“and make sure you tell them i want lunch too.” you know exactly what the duke means. he will no doubt be eating with the king, but he wants you to get food from the kitchen for yourself. you would refuse, but it gives you something to do as you wait around in his chambers, waiting to be called on.

“yes, sir.” you nod before leading him to the door, opening up the door with a bow as he goes to yet another meeting. he seems to always be involved. you don't know his personal politics, but from the way he treats you, you're sure he must be a good man.

you spend some time cleaning as you wait for rafe to return, as well as getting lunch and wandering the hallways, seeing how far you can go without seeing anyone.

you are relieved when time rolls around for you to draw a bath for the duke, excited to see him.

the door opens as you turn with a smile. “good evening, rafe. how was your day?”

“busy.” he admits with a sigh. you can tell he looks tired. “is the bath ready?”

“yes, sir.” you say, not able to always resist the formalities.

rafe nods, walking past you but not before laying a hand on your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze as a thank you, like he is too tired to even say the words.

you wait to hear the water before stepping in to get his clothes.

“y/n.” rafe says.

“yes sir?” you ask, keeping your eyes cast downward.

“would you… would you massage my shoulders and head? please.”

“of course.” you drag a stool towards the edge of the bath, glad to see the water is still steaming, no doubt relaxing rafe. you keep your eyes firmly away from lower down his body as you rub over his scalp and shoulders, working out the kinks in his neck.

you're almost sure that rafe has fallen asleep as you continue to massage, unable to resist as you lean in and take a small inhale, smelling his unique scent that is near intoxicating. you wish his room smelled more of him and less like you, it seems like he never gets to relax unless it's to sleep.

“why are you always so busy, sir?” you ask seriously. “the other dukes spend half the nights on the town and the other half at their summer houses. you work yourself to death.”

“for good reason.” he simply says. you sigh, you're not going to get anymore than that.

-- three months later --

“would you go to albion with me?” the duke asks, your eyes widening as you almost choke on the perfectly buttered biscuit you have in your mouth.

“of course!” you nod. “ive never left the city before.” you long to see the countryside, and even if you are going as an assistant, you would never turn down the opportunity.

“never?” he raises an eyebrow. “not even as a child?”

“no.” you shake your head. “i had to work ever since i was a young girl.”

“it's a shame.” the duke says. “you aren't like the others…”

“what do you mean?” you question, taking a timid bite of the roast chicken.

“like the people i see sleeping on the streets. you have manners, you work hard… you're beautiful.”

you can feel your cheeks blush bright red. “why thank you.”

“this is when you pay me a compliment back.” he smirks, using the charm he is so well known for.

“you are… very handsome.” you say before taking a quick sip of wine.

“come on, anything specific?”

you know exactly what you are going to say. “your eyes.” you quickly attest. “they're… they're enchanting. i imagine they are what the sea looks like.”

the duke smiles, blue eyes sparkling like the sun reflecting off the waves, and you swear you could melt right there in your seat.

-- one week later --

“is this your first time in a carriage?” the duke asks as the coachman reaches his hand out to help you into the small enclosed area.

“yes.” you nod, taking in the plush seats before sitting down, rafe sitting across from you.

“im glad i get to show you this then.” rafe says with a light smile, opening up the windows to allow you to look out as the horse begins to clop through the city streets.

you watch with excitement as the cobblestone roads turn to dirt and stone paths, brick buildings being replaced by rolling hills, crops, and distant farmhouses.

you chat with the duke throughout your travels, his smile growing whenever you point out something out of the window, loving your excitement when you come across a heard of cows, or cross over a wooden bridge.

“i want to show you everything.” rafe mumbles unders his breath, realizing in that moment how deep he is in.

its only a few more hours before you arrive at albion. your duties are much the same when at the kings palace, retreating quickly to make the dukes room just as he pleases, even adjusting the pillows to how you always find them in the morning.

you explore the help areas of the albion manor, glancing into the various rooms as you learn the layout, since the duke does intend to stay for two nights.

“exploring, are we?” rafes voice makes you jump as you turn suddenly.

“please excuse me.” you bow down when you realize duke cameron is with the duke of albion.

“is this your wife, duke cameron?” he asks, looking over you and your curtsey.

“why, no.” you can tell from rafes voice that he is delighted by the question. “though you would never guess it, she is my maid.”

“such a gorgeous maid.” you can hear them step closer, but you keep your head turned down until the duke of albion clears his throat and you stand.

you can see that rafes face has changed from a smile to cautious displeasure as the duke looks you up and down, a jeer taking over his face.

“she is a wonderful maid. a great conversationalist, too. she rode the entire way in my carriage and i was not once bored.”

“can she dance?” the duke of albion asks.

“ask the lady yourself.” rafe turns to look at you, nodding encouragingly.

“i have not danced since i was a child.” you say, keeping your voice quiet and soft. you know that there are dukes out there sick on power, and you're not sure the duke of albion is one of the good ones like your duke cameron.

“well, we must change that, shouldn't we duke cameron?” he turns to look at rafe, who nods. “invite her to the ball tomorrow night.” it's all he has to say before walking away. you let out a breath of relief once he turns down a hallway.

“you don't have to go to the ball if you don't want to.” rafe says as you begin to walk towards his room. you stay a step behind him like a proper maid. “i will make up an excuse for you if you wish, but…” rafe pushes the door open, allowing you to enter the chambers first. “if you want to don a pretty dress and arrive on my arm, i will not deny you the chance.”

“i would love to. as long as i only have to dance with you.” you can't imagine being passed off to random men.

your duke smiles at you before nodding, setting down at the dining table, where food must have been recently delivered as he portions some out for you.

“where are you to sleep?” he asks as you begin to eat.

“i visited the helps chambers already, i will sleep in a cot there.”

rafe frowns. “a cot? that is unacceptable.”

“it's just as nice as the one i have at home.” you admit with a casual shrug.

“you do not own a bed in your house?” rafe questions. he's never thought too much about your living situation before.

“i rent a room.” you say simply. “i don't even have a house or a whole apartment to myself.”

rafe is quiet until you're both done eating, seemingly deep in thought.

“you are sleeping in the bed tonight and i shall sleep on the settee. and we shall find new living arrangements for you when we return to the palace.”

“sir-”

“there will be no arguments.” he says, with a tone of authority you've never heard before. your mouth zips shut.

--

“im afraid im going to be sick.” you press your hand to the front of your dress, a soft pink fabric that must be more than your entire yearly salary for just have the material of the gown.

the duke of albion sent a few different options. they're clearly old dresses from maybe his wife or other manor women. you even made an attempt to do your hair rather than just pull it back into a bun or braid like you often do.

“you look beautiful.” rafe squeezes your hand. “and you have nothing to be nervous about. i will not leave your side.”

rafe waits for you to nod before stepping through the doors. he would turn back and take you back to his chambers if you were truly too nervous, social consequences be damned. rafe couldn't care less about his place in society, not when he knows he's been written into the kings will to take over the crown if he doesn't produce an heir with his wife before his death.

you're glad people are paying more attention to rafe than the women on his arm as he leads you around the room, greeting people and introducing you simply as lady y/n, not mentioning that you are his maid and assistant.

you watch a few dances with fascination, the twirling skirts of the women far more appealing then the men.

“want to try the dance floor?” he asks, squeezing your hand gently.

“yes.” you say honestly. you weren't sure, but to look into rafes eyes while the band plays is too tempting.

rafe leads you towards the center of the room, thankful the dance has already been done once, as you mostly remember the moves as he leads you through it, a wide smile on your face.

-- one week later --

“is everything moved?” rafe asks as he enters the room, eyes widening when he realizes it's been completely stripped, even the curtain separating the living area and bathroom has been taken down.

“yes.” you nod. “mrs. peregrine said there is no one else moving into this room, so.” you shrug. you feel a little sad about leaving the chambers that you've grown so close to rafe in, but he himself requested a bigger chamber. he must not ask for much, because the king quickly accepted his request.

two beds. you walk up one more flight of stairs to the newer bedrooms, family chambers for those who live inside the palace with their children, or for those who will have their maid live with them like rafe.

“no more cots for you.” rafe says as you enter the room. you can't help yourself, tearing up when you see your bed. yours. 

“good tears?” rafe confirms before pulling you in for a hug. the touching may be frowned on by society, but you find comfort and familiarity in his hold, having grown so close over the past months.

--

you are humming softly with a smile on your face as you bring down rafes laundry, the last task for the night before also retreating to your bedroom.

“y/n.” mrs peregrine says, her hawk eyes landing on you and the bundle of clothing in your arms.

“yes ma’am?”

“the king has requested a new maid for the night. he wants someone young. go.”

it takes a second for her words to process before you realize what she's asking for.

“i-”

“you can go back to duke cameron in the morning, he wants someone new for the night. go. now.”

you drop the laundry, considering running. either out of the palace or back to rafe, but mrs. peregrine follows behind you like she can read your thoughts until you're standing in front of the door to the kings chambers. you can hear lewd noises from behind the carved wood, the golden handle gleaming.

mrs. peregrine grabs and turns it before pushing you in.

“ah, a new one!” the king grunts, a mess of bare skin taking up the massive bed. “get over here!”

--

“where were you?” rafe asks, grasping your shoulders the second you enter the chambers, the morning sun not even rising yet, having fled the second the kings head hit the pillow.

you open your mouth to speak, but all that comes out is a loud sob as you lean forward, burying your face into his chest. 

“shh, shh.” rafe wraps his arms around you, letting you cry into his chest as his hand strokes gently up and down your back. “i got you. you're okay.”

he leads you over towards the beds, bypassing your own and taking you to sit on his, arms still holding you comfortingly.

“i-i had to go to the kings chambers.” you swallow thickly, glad you don't have to explain any more as rafes face turns to one of anger.

“the king disrespected you. he disrespected me. and he disrespected his wife. something will be done about it.”

you're not sure what your duke has planned, but you trust him.

--

rafe watches with anticipation. he planned to wait another couple months, to build up the tolerance of the kings food taster to the poison he's been slipping in, but after what you were subjected to, he will wait no longer.

every meal the taster ate outside of testing the kings food has had slowly increasing amounts of poison in it. he hadn't quite reached lethal yet, but rafe hopes he will at least last long enough for the king to eat before showing any signs of sickness.

rafe watches with anticipation, barely touching his own food as the taster tries everything. a bite of mashed potatoes, of chicken, and so on before nodding and passing the plate to the king.

he's too cocky for his own good, not even waiting for a minute to see if the taster has a bad reaction before eating, sure that he was too untouchable.

rafe hides his smile when the kings face turns pale, sputtering before falling face forward into the mashed potatoes, knocked out dead.

--

the palace is in an uproar. you were waiting for rafe to return to the chambers from his dinner with the king and other dukes when someone bursts in.

“the king is dead. duke cameron is now the king. come now.”

you hesitate before they rush out of the room. your feet move before your mind does, rushing after what you must assume is an advisor.

you hear loud crying, desperately sad, heartbreaking screams as you're lead to the kings chambers. your eyes widen when you see the former queen being dragged out, mourning with loud sobs the loss of her husband and title.

“king cameron is waiting for you inside.”

you walk in, surprised when the door swing shuts behind you. you look around the grand space, not having truly taken it in the time the king had you brought in.

“rafe-” you run to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. he's stood near where the bed used to be. it must have been his first order, to have the very bed you were disrespected in taken out of the chambers. you hope it gets burned.

“i did it for you. for us.” rafe holds you close as it sinks in. rafe killed the king.

“i want you to be my queen.” rafe pulls away to look you in the eye. “i want you to be my wife.”

“i-” 

“the former queen is pregnant. hopefully with a boy. we will rule until he is 13 then vacate the throne. we can go to the countryside, i can give you the life you deserve-”

you cut rafe off by pressing your lips against his. he hesitates for a split second before kissing back, holding you even tighter to him.

“id be honored to be your wife.” you whisper against his lips. “i love you.”

“i love you so much.” rafes tongue slips into your mouth, distracting you from thinking too hard as he kisses you, your bodies turning warm as he leads you towards the couch, laying you down on your back as he hovers over you, not allowing your lips to seperate.

“we will…” rafe gasps out, pausing his words to kiss you again. “we will rule. we will amass wealth. we will retire with our money to the countryside.” rafe squeezes your waist. “we will have as many children as you want. none, if you want. anything for you, my soon to be queen.”

“i never thought id be able to have kids.” you sniffle. “you've given me so much.”

you reach up to take rafes face in your hands, rubbing your thumbs over his cheeks before pulling him down for a kiss.

“i love you.” you kiss him over and over. “i want you.”

“now?” rafe looks down at you. “are you sure?”

“yes, please.” you kiss him again. “replace my bad memories with a good one.”

rafe moves slowly, carefully undoing your dress until you're in just your underclothes. he continues to kiss you before turning the attention to himself, taking off his layers until he's in just underpants.

you run your hands up and down over his chest, lifting your hips as he tugs your final layer off.

rafe pulls away from the kiss to look down at your body. a smile spreads over his face before slinking down the couch he grasps your chest in his hands, cupping your breasts.

“i should have had them bring in a new bed first.” he chuckles, pressing his hips down into your thigh, allowing you to feel his length through his underpants.

“i need you now. please.” you whimper out. rafe smiles, unable to keep the grin off his face since his plan succeeded and he finally admitted his feelings to you.

“you never have to beg me for anything, my queen.” rafe says, pulling his final layer off. “you're never going to go without ever again.”

you feel tears well in your eyes as rafe lines himself up with your entrance, sinking deep into you as you both moan out. 

“i love you.” you whisper again, needing to tell him as many times as you possibly can.

rafe presses his lips over each over your eyelids, kissing away your tears.

-- 14 years later -- 

“it's everything i imagined and more.” you smile to your husband, having just returned from the tour of the vast gardens.

“nothing but the best for you, my love.” rafe spent years looking for the perfect retirement property as the new king grew up until he was of age to take over the title.

you push the hair back out of rafes face, admiring his features. there's a few increased lines on his face from the age and the stress of the crown, but the twinkle in his eye is all the same.

“i was thinking once we settle down here i will take you on a vacation to see the ocean. then we can get started on making those babies i promised you.”

“why not start now?” you smile, turning towards your bedroom as rafe quickly follows behind, the halls filling with warm laughter, much to the staffs relief, glad to have a happy couple as the new duke and duchess.

rafe closes and locks the bedroom door behind you, the curtains and windows open, letting in the clean country air, so different from the city that you've finally escaped.

“how many babies do you want?” rafe asks, pushing up the bottom of your linen dress up to reveal that you aren't wearing anything underneath, much to rafes appreciation.

“hmm.” you hum out as rafe tugs his pants down. “two boys, two girls?”

“i like the way you think.” rafe smiles, pressing a kiss your lips. “my queen. you'll always-” another kiss. “be my queen.”

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[maybanksbabe]

POV: your new neighbour is actually a very popular online pornstar...

[moremaybank]

THIS LOVE — j.m

pairing actor!jj maybank x actress!reader

chapter summary jj faces the possibility of his scandal going public. then, he ends up reconnecting with you after five years. what happens when the two of you end up as costars for your upcoming romantic comedy?

warnings mentions of a sex tape, mentions of domestic abuse (jj and luke), language, violence, sexual content/eventual smut, anxiety. ex best friends to lovers, fake dating. this will be updated as the story develops. [2.2k]

author's note just a little post of the first chapter to build the hype! hope you enjoy and decide to continue reading ♡︎ also special s/o to @mvybanks and @jjsbank444 for beta reading and quelling my nerves <3

recommended listening second chances by kiana ledé ft. 6lack

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❝ CHAPTER ONE ❞

JJ

Threesomes are fun. Foursomes, however, are a blast. 

At least, JJ Maybank seems to think so. 

“You have three different women threatening to release your sex tape. It’s not a good look for you, JJ.”

Well, he does when they don’t include a secretly-filmed sex tape and three fame-thirsty girls trying to ruin his career for a quick cash grab. 

“It’s not like they’re three separate tapes. We were all together when it was made,” JJ smirks. 

Josh, his manager, lets out an exasperated sigh. “That doesn’t make things any better, and it does nothing to help our circumstances. You need to clean up your act and you need to start doing it now, Maybank, or you’re going to lose everything.”

JJ rolls his eyes for what feels like the millionth time in the fifteen minutes that this meeting has been going on. It’s bullshit, really. He’s one of the hottest actors in Hollywood right now. He’s youthful, dashingly handsome, and loaded. The world is his freakin’ oyster, and he deserves to have some fun.

“You’re supposed to keep up your whole approachable, goofy, boy-next-door image intact, and having a ménage à…quatre, is not the way to do it.” my publicist, Andrea, chimes in. “If you aren’t careful, you’re going to lose your entire fanbase. You’re one of the most universally-liked celebrities in the business, right now. If this gets out, you’re going to have to kiss your crystal clear reputation goodbye.”

“So, let’s just pay ‘em the hush money. What do I care?” JJ says, taking his cap off and running a hand through his unruly strands.

“And you’re fine with forking over ten million dollars? Just like that?” Andrea scowls. “What if they take the money and still decide to release the tape? Or demand more?”

“Then we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, Andrea. Now, are we done here? I’m supposed to meet my co-star for my new movie in an hour and I’d really like to get in another — how did you put it? Ah, yes. Ménage á quatre — before I go.”

Josh runs a hand over his face, “Do you care about anything anymore?” 

JJ ignores his statement, putting his hat back on and sitting up in his chair. “Can I leave?”

He can tell that Josh wants to scold him or make some witty remark in return, but he bites his tongue. 

“Go. And, please, for the love of all things holy, do not screw this up.” 

If JJ had a penny for every time he’s heard that, he’d be richer than Jeff fucking Bezos.

-

Y/N

“And last but not least, this is your dressing room. You’ll have your own trailer, but this is more for when we’re actually on set and in between takes.”

You grin as you look around the luxurious room. There’s a huge vanity in front of you, as well as some plush couches, and you don’t fail to notice the large mini-fridge in the corner of the room or the flat-screen TV plastered onto the wall. There’s a window as well, letting in the California sunshine you’ve come to love and appreciate beyond your beliefs.

“Wow, this is…amazing. I can’t thank you guys enough for this opportunity. I’m so grateful, I hope you know that.”

“Don’t be silly, Y/N. You’re the very reason we wanted to do this project in the first place. If anything, we’re the lucky ones,” Derek, the director states with a grin. “So, you ready to meet your co-star, or what?”

“Yeah! I mean, I’m nervous, but, beyond excited.”

Derek leads you back into the hallway, and you make your way to one of the offices. 

“I think you’ll love him. Word is, he comes from the Outer Banks just like you. Who knows, you’ve probably met him in passing.”

Wait…what? He’s from OBX? No. No way. He couldn’t possibly mean—

“Y/N Y/L/N, meet the esteemed JJ Maybank,” Derek states, his proud smile growing sizeably larger than you thought possible. 

It doesn’t matter how excited he is, though. All you can focus on is your heart beating out of your chest and the ringing in your ears. You see Derek’s lips moving but you can’t hear a thing. Your eyes are caught on the blonde in front of you, and all you can think about is how painful it is to look into those oceanic eyes after five years.

It’s equally as painful as it was the last time you saw him. If not, more.

“Uh— Y/N, I…it’s— it’s been a while,” JJ stutters out. 

It’s all too much. Seeing him here, in front of you. His eyes locked on yours, his hand reaching out to touch you but retracting once he notices the fear in your gaze. Your eyes flit over to Derek, whose face has a more than confused look painted over his features. 

“Excuse me, Derek, I— I need to get out of here.” 

You speed into the restroom, locking the door behind you and setting your hands on the counter. Your chest tightens, and your breathing speeds up. She shudders, trying to shake it out as the room starts to feel like it’s closing in on you.

“You’re okay. You’re okay. You can do this. Don’t let him get to you,” you say, staring at yourself in the mirror. “It’s just…it’s just JJ.”

You feel the tears start to well in your eyes and you watch as they overtake their boundaries and roll down your flushed cheeks. You’re quick to wipe them away, though, refusing to admit defeat. 

“Stop,” you tell yourself. “It’s been five years. You’re better than this.”

You aren’t sure if the words are true to your heart, because all you can think about is how the boy you loved from the ages seven to eighteen — the one who betrayed you and shattered you into a million pieces — is now your co-star for the romantic comedy you’ve just been cast in.

What could possibly go wrong?

A lot, you think. A lot could go wrong. 

JJ

JJ watches as you make your way back into Derek’s office, shooting him a convincing smile.

“My apologies, Derek. Girl troubles,” you say. 

JJ still knows you well enough to see that you’re hoping Derek will believe your bullshit excuse. 

“Oh, uh, no worries at all, Y/N. I completely understand. I’ve got three daughters at home,” he speaks, trying to assure you that everything is fine. He places this hand on JJ’s shoulder, squeezing slightly. “JJ, here, was just telling me how the two of you have known each other since you were in elementary school. It must be quite the hell of a reunion, huh?”

You plaster a fake grin onto your lips, “One hell of a reunion, indeed.”

JJ refuses to look at you, his ex-best friend, and vice-versa. Truthfully, he’s terrified to catch your eye again. He’s not sure if he’ll be able to form a coherent sentence if he does. 

“Well, I’ve got some stuff to take care of, so I’ll leave you two to catch up.”

Derek exits his office, and you and JJ are left in complete and utter silence.

God, JJ missed you so much. He’d seen you making headlines just as you always said you would, but he was always quick to click away, deciding not to dwell on everything he’d lost. But this, now, seeing you right in front of him as gorgeous as ever…it made the walls he’d worked so hard to put up begin to crack. 

Then again, you’d always had that effect on him. 

Even after all these years, he was still a complete wreck over you. You held his heart in the palm of your hand and he wasn’t even sure if you knew it.

Your scent was still etched into his mind, still buzzing deep within his senses and his memory. You smelled of the saltwater beaches of the Outer Banks. The notes of coconut from the shampoo he’d recognized still lingering in the tresses of your hair. The sweet hints of vanilla that clutched to your skin are prominent as ever. The combination sounds like a lot, and it was, but not in the overpowering way one would assume. They blended into one heavenly and unique fragrance. 

She smelled like her, he thought. She smelled like home. 

To be honest, JJ wasn’t sure whether or not this was a reminder he wanted to welcome with open arms, but either way, here it was. Here you were. After the way he’d hurt you and destroyed your relationship forever. 

After he lost himself. 

Funnily enough, you’d always had a way of popping up whenever he needed and longed for you. He never even had to speak a single word. You just always knew. And you might not have guessed it now, but he needed you more than he ever had before.

JJ scratches his brow with his index finger. “So, um…how have you been?” 

“Don’t. Just…don’t.”

“Y/N, please,” he pleads. He almost wants to get down on his knees and beg. You can’t even look at him, and that hurts more than he could ever put into words.

“No. I don’t wanna hear it. I’m fine with being professional while we film this movie, but I’m not getting into this with you. I’m not getting into any of it.”

JJ remains silent, choosing to nod because he’s not totally sure he can find his voice. 

As much as he hated to let the thought in, you were a walking reminder of every bad decision he’d made since he left the island and never looked back. He looked at you, and he saw two things. The first being the crinkling of your bright eyes when you smiled. The melodic laugh he could pull from your lips at a moment’s notice. Your hair blowing in the wind as you stuck your head out the window of John B’s Twinkie. And the second being the look of despise and pain on your face as you confronted him. The mascara-stained tears flowing down your heated cheeks. The way you walked away from him and deliberately chose not to look back and steal a second glance at him. 

How was he expected to act all suave and cool when you were right there in front of him, actively choosing not to even look in his direction?

Truth is, he doesn’t think he can. 

-

JJ glances at his phone once he leaves the production office still shaken by the day’s events. 

2 Missed FaceTime Calls from John B

JJ swipes to the right and watches as his phone rings, awaiting his best friend’s answer while he plops down on the steps in front of the building. The line rings for a few moments before he hears shuffling through the speaker, followed by John B’s face appearing on his screen.

“Hey, man. how was your meeting? Your new costar as hot as we imagined?”

JJ tears his eyes away from the camera, his lip sinking between his teeth. His complexion pales, and John B picks up on it. 

“Jeez. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Because I have,” JJ deadpans. He’s still reeling from your presence, and it shows.

“Huh?”

“It’s Y/N…my costar is Y/N.”

“Ooh, yikes,” John B responds. “Did she nut-punch you?”

“It’s not funny.” 

JJ tugs his cap off as he always does when he’s stressed, and his fingers card through his hair. He tugs lightly at the strands as he tries to alleviate the tension building up in his head. 

“She couldn’t even look at me, John B. Her eyes were on me for all of five seconds before she made an excuse to go to the bathroom. Then, when she came back, she looked at everything but me. She barely even let me speak to her.”

“Well, to be fair, you guys didn’t exactly leave things on the best of terms.”

“Yeah, JB. I know. Thanks for the reminder, as if I didn’t fucking know that already.”

“All right, look. Did you fuck up majorly? Yeah. But the love the two of you had…it ran deep. It doesn’t just disappear without a trace, especially if things are this heated after five years. I think you can get her to forgive you.” 

JJ scoffs, “Yeah? And how do you suppose I do that?”

John B gives him a knowing look through the screen. 

“You have to tell her the truth, JJ.”

“Funny.”

“J,” John B mildly scolds. “The reason she hates you right now is because you weren’t honest with her. The JJ she knew before that night never would’ve treated her the way you did. Buck up. Tell her.”

The call disconnects, and JJ is left staring at his screen with a tense jaw. He knew John B was right. He was always right. But how on earth was he expected to muster up the courage and tell you the truth about that night? He doubted — no. He knew it’d be impossible to convince you to hear him out. 

Then again, he also knew he had to try. Because he couldn’t stand to be around you nearly every single day for the next few months, knowing that you wouldn’t spit on him if he was on fire.

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Game On Chapter One: Beer Pong and Bad Reputations

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Frat! and Hockey! JJ x female!reader

TW:18+, sexual comments, alcohol consumption, I think thats it

Summary: You catch the attention of a certain blonde boy from back home when you attend a Frat party with your best friends.

Word Count:2.5k

A/N:this is kind of a half AU where they're still from OBX, but went to college instead of trying to die on a treasure hunt

"I don't know, Sarah. We have finals coming up and-"

You're cut off by Sarah and Kie scoffing in unison while making eye contact through the mirror. 

"Which is exactly why you need to fucking relax, Y/N! One night isn't going to kill you." Kie reasons, and you don't get a moment of reprieve before Sarah joins in. 

"Besides, there'll be plenty of hot guys just waiting to get you under them. Let loose." 

You scrunch up your nose at the insinuation, and Sarah tosses a dress at your head. 

"Here, put this on so we can go."

You sigh dejectedly, knowing that there's no use in arguing. They're going to make you go either way, so you might as well try to have fun. 

"Fine." You grumble, both girls cheering when you slip on the article of clothing. Your eyes widen when you see yourself in the mirror, turning to face your best friends. 

"I look.." You trail off trying to find the right word that won't offend Sarah seeing as the dress belongs to her, only to have your sentence finished for you. 

"Hot! You look hot, babe." Kie claps, and you give her a skeptical look. You can't deny that it flatters your figure, hugging your curves in all the right places and propping your boobs up in a way that's just above scandalous. 

"You always used to be the life of the party, Y/N/N. Let that crazy bitch back out for the night." Sarah encourages. 

You mull over the idea for a moment before smiling deviously, and the two girls give each other a knowing look. You suppose it won't hurt to let your hair down for once and forget about all the stresses college brings. 

Sarah forces you down in a chair while she starts on your makeup, and Kie styles your hair so that it looks carefree yet sleek at the same time. You flash a grin at your reflection before slipping on a pair of heels and starting toward the door. 

"Okay, girls. Let's show them how to party the Outer Banks way."

You aren't sure which Frat your friends are going to, but it doesn't matter. By the time you pull up, the party is in full swing with thumping bass and drinks flowing. You turn to Sarah when you see the banner housing the Greek letters and narrow your eyes. 

"Isn't this the frat with the guys from back home?" You ask and she shrugs casually. 

"I think so. Does it matter?" 

You purse your lips before grinning, and she matches your expression. 

"Not even a little bit."

The three of you make your way inside, instantly gravitating toward the drinks. You make yourself a cocktail in a red cup, waiting for the girls to finish before sauntering back out to the main area. 

There are people everywhere; some dancing, some making out in the corners, and some playing various drinking games like beer pong. You lock eyes with Sarah, and she nods in agreement. 

The three of you make your way towards the table, an innocent look in your eyes as you lock onto your prey. Three guys that have no idea what's about to hit them, too focused on the expanse of skin and body glitter standing before them in the form of sorority girls.

You know they recognize you to some degree; Sarah is the president of your sorority with you holding the title just beneath her, and Kie is always with you.

"Mind if we play?" You ask sweetly, and without hesitating they all agree with excitement. 

They refill the cups that have been emptied, one of them handing you the ping pong ball with an over-the-top grin. 

"Ladies first."

You thank him with a bat of your eyelashes, taking your shot and intentionally missing. You pout, feigning disappointment while Kie reassures you. The guy that handed you the ball laughs lightly and flashes you a smile. 

"Don't worry sweetheart, you'll get the hang of it." 

You shoot a sideways glance at the girls, hiding your smirk. He's fallen into your trap hook, line, and sinker. You look him over, noticing his messy black hair and tan skin. He's cute, but not cute enough for you to let him win. 

This goes on for the first couple of rounds, the three of you pretending to suck while downing the cups as they sink the balls. Once you're sure that you have them fooled, your face drops from sweet to dark and you shoot the guy a wink. 

He watches as you line up your shot, tossing the ball into the cup without touching the rim. You watch his smile disappear, his buddies observing with wide eyes as you continue to demolish them. 

Once you make the winning shot, Sarah and Kie cheer while pulling you into a hug. You celebrate for a moment before turning back to the men and walking forward. Your hand comes up to pat the side of the man's face mockingly, and you speak using the same condescending tone he had in the beginning. 

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm sure you'll have better luck next time."

Sarah and Kie laugh while you all move away, going to refill your now empty cups. Little do you know, you garnered the attention of a certain blonde-haired boy that's following you with his eyes. 

You seem familiar to him, yet he can't quite place how he knows you. He figures he must have just seen you around campus before his eyes light up with realization. His hand swats at the man to his left as he nods toward you. 

"Hey, isn't she a pogue? We went to school with her right?" He asks, and John B frowns as he racks his brain. 

"Yeah, yeah she's that one girl that was always at every Kegger. Wasn't she deemed queen of keg stands or something?" He replies, and JJ nods eagerly. 

"Shit, yeah. Why weren't we friends with her again?" He frowns, and Pope pipes up from his other side. 

"She was always hanging around kooks."

JJ sucks his teeth, memories of you laughing at the country club coming back to him.

"Riiight, she was close with Sarah Cameron and her asshole brother. He was always lurking behind her like a fucking pitbull." He scoffs, and John B directs his friend's attention back to you as you emerge from the kitchen. 

"Looks like she still is." He grimaces, observing as you laugh loudly while standing between Sarah and Kie.

John B can practically hear the gears turning and narrowly misses JJ's arm when he pushes off the wall. 

"I'm gonna go talk to her."

Pope's eyes nearly bulge out of his head as he tries to stop his friend along with John B. 

"JJ, I don't think that a good- and he's gone."

John B shakes his head, eager to see how this blows up in JJ's face. 

"Well, this will be interesting."

You're in the middle of telling Sarah a story when you notice a figure stop in front of you. Your head turns to face him, eyebrows raising when you see his dimpled smile directed at you. 

"Hey, cupcake."

You cast a glance at Kie as she shrugs, and smile slowly. 

"Hi." You answer hesitantly, but this only seems to spur him on. 

"Oh come on, you don't remember me? Surely I made some kind of impression on you." He teases, and you pretend to be confused. Unbeknownst to him, you know exactly who he is. Which is why you want to fuck with him. 

JJ was always known as a player in high school, tales of his sexual escapades scarring you one too many times. He slept with any girl that would allow him to, and given his good looks there weren't many that turned him down. 

"I'm sorry. Am I supposed to know you?"

You watch in amusement as his confidence deflates before you let out a laugh. 

"I'm just fucking with you, Maybank. I remember you. How could I not? I saw your nudes sophomore year."

That cocky smirk is right back on his face like it never left as Sarah and Kie slowly back away. 

"Like what you saw?" He teases, and you take a sip of your drink while holding eye contact over the rim of the cup. 

"I've seen better." You shrug, and his tongue darts out to wet his lips as he nods. 

"Bet you've never had better, though." He quips, but it doesn't cause you to blush the way he was hoping. You seem immune to his charm, and it intrigues him as much as it pisses him off. 

"That's not a winning bet there, surfer boy." You bark, and his eyes twinkle at your ability to match his energy. 

"We'll just have to find out, won't we princess?"

Your eyebrows raise at his pickup line, and you shake your head with a chuckle. 

"You thought that was smooth didn't you, Barbie? In your dreams.

His nose crinkles at your dig, and you can't deny the butterflies in your stomach caused by the banter. 

"Oh most definitely. How about we make a deal?"

This catches your attention, and your eyes rake over him slowly before coming back to meet his ocean eyes. 

"What would that be, exactly?" You ask, and the look he gives you screams trouble. 

"We play a round of beer pong. Me and my guys against the three of you. Happy to see you still associate with kooks, by the way." 

He lets out a gag at the end of his sentence and you roll your eyes before quirking a brow. 

"What does the winner get?" You question, and he pretends to think for a second. 

"If we win, I get your number. If you win, you get my number and the ball is in your court."

You take another drink, pondering the offer in your mind. 

"What makes you think I want your number?" 

He takes a step forward, now close enough that you can smell his sweet and spicy cologne as he speaks low enough for only you to hear. 

"The way your thighs have been rubbing together ever since you mentioned seeing my cock."

Your eyes widen for a split second, and he smirks before taking a step back as if he didn't just call you out. 

"Fine. It's a deal."

You motion the girls over as JJ does the same, and they all follow you to the beer bong table. You're just intoxicated enough to go through with it, and Sarah sends you a curious glance. 

You wave her off, competitiveness taking over as JJ sinks his first shot. Unlike the other guys, the three men opposite you are an actual threat. This isn't a regular game; this is Pogue versus Pogue. 

Not only Pogues but the two reigning champions of the Cut. It's neck in neck, the two of you trying to distract each other as you make shot after shot. It's down to the last cup and you take a deep breath before tossing the ball. 

You throw your hands up in victory when come out the winner, and JJ closes his eyes while tossing his head back. You give him a shit-eating grin while handing him your phone, knowing you don't intend to ever touch the contact. 

What you don't expect is for him to text himself so he has your number too. 

"That wasn't the deal!" You exclaim, and he hands the device back to you with a playful smile. 

"Never said how I was gonna give it to you."

Your eyes narrow at the boy, doing your best to appear angry when you're actually fighting a grin. 

"You tricked me." You accuse, and he leans his hands against the table to get in your personal space.

"I wouldn't say tricked so much as outsmarted, Keg Queen."

The way his eyes rake over your figure makes your skin burn, something between fascination and lust swirling within them. He can't help but think God has a plan that's being executed right in front of him, and though he doesn't consider himself to be spiritual, he thinks you might just be a new religion that he'll fall to his knees and worship.

"Don't get used to it, pretty boy." 

His heart rate accelerates upon hearing the nickname, and he wonders if he'll make it out of this alive. Probably not, but what a ride it will be. 

"Clever as the devil and twice as pretty. I like that." He grins, popping a toothpick in his mouth and making a show out of twirling it with his tongue. 

Your eyes drop to his mouth in a fleeting glance, but he notices nonetheless. 

"You're dangerous, Maybank." You breathe, and he leans in even closer so that his lips are nearly brushing yours. 

"All the best things are." 

Your breath hitches and you take a step back, inhaling deeply to try and ground yourself. The other four glance around at each other, almost uncomfortable with the sexual tension floating in the air. 

JJ stands up straight, never breaking eye contact while taking a long swig from his cup. 

"I'm gonna text you the details for my next game, and I'll have my jersey waiting for you at the entrance." He finally says, taking off his backwards cap and placing it on your head.

He shoots you a wink before walking off and you call out to him.

"You forgot your hat!"

He turns to face you, still walking back ward and gives you a blinding smile.

"Keep it, cupcake. Looks better on you anyway."

The girls wait until Pope and John B follow him before Sarah slaps you on the arm. 

"What the fuck was that?" She asks with wild eyes, and you turn to face her with your mouth gaping open. You open and close it a few times, trying to find the words, before finally settling on shaking your head. 

"I have no idea, but I've got a feeling it's going to happen a lot."

Before either of them can reply, your phone vibrates in your pocket and you pull it out. 

Friday at 7. I'll have tickets set aside for you and the figure eight princesses. 

You can't help the smile that pulls at your lips and lock your phone, not giving him the satisfaction of a quick response. It doesn't make a difference; JJ watched you read the message from across the room while John B shook his head. 

"This is a bad idea, J." He sighs, but it does nothing except spur the blonde on. 

"You know my stance on bad ideas, JB."

His friend nods, well acquainted with his best friend's go-get-em outlook on life. They watch as the three of you walk out the front door, no doubt in for a long night of gossip and giggles. 

"What's your end game here, man?" Pope asks, and the grin that JJ gives him makes him nervous. 

"Having the two of you fight over who gets to be the best man at our wedding." He replies, and Pope's eyes flutter closed in annoyance. 

"Glad to see we're remaining realistic." 

JJ just laughs and slaps his shoulder before starting toward the kitchen. He stops and turns around just long enough to point at JB. 

"Bring your A-game on Friday. We're gonna have some new faces in the crowd."

John B presses his lips together with a nod, watching as his friend carries on his original path. What could possibly go wrong?

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Appointment Only

Tattoo Artist!JJ x F!Reader

Moodboard and Fic created for @the-slumberparty Across the Universe Challenge: choose any AU for any character

Warnings: mentions of drugs, language

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: I haven't written AU's like this for characters in years but this was actually super fun to write! It was nice to do something a little different with JJ, age him up a bit and give him his own life. I just want all of the good and fun things for him. Plus I think the idea of him with a bunch of tattoos is just 💯

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

JJ unlocked the front door of his shop, reaching above his head as he walked through, slapping the top of the doorframe. He whistled as he walked through the small shop, twirling his keyring around his finger. He flipped on the lights as he went, illuminating the walls covered in flash and other artwork by him and the two other people who tattooed in the shop with him.

He didn’t have any appointments booked until the afternoon, but a few days out of the week and if he was feeling motivated, he’d go in and open up the shop a couple hours early in case any walk-ins came along with something he could crank out before his appointments for the day. There would usually be a tour-on or two looking for simple things that he could take care of quickly. Nothing that really flexed his creative muscles, but money was money and he had no problem taking it from rich tour-ons.

Once all the lights were on and he checked that everything was in order, he hooked up the shop phone to the speakers and put some music on. When he was finally happy with the song choice, he went and flipped the “closed” sign to “open”. He also propped the door open. It negated the bells that hung above it, but to him there was no point in being so close to the beach if he couldn’t hear some of the waves when things quieted down.

It wasn’t as though there was a long line of people waiting to come in. Since that was the case, JJ took the opportunity to work on some other designs he’d started. He had a few for specific clients that just needed some finishing touches, but what he really wanted to work on was a fresh idea that had come to him in the middle of the night the night before. He’d thrown a crude sketch of it onto a piece of scrap paper at his house so he wouldn’t lose the gist of it, but he was itching to really start putting it together. He grabbed his tablet that had all of his designs saved to it, plopped down in a chair, and got to work.

He was hunched over his tablet, stylus flying in his hand when he heard someone knock against the open glass front door. Looking up, the furrow of focus in his brow softened almost instantly when he saw you standing there.

You gave an awkward smile and a small wave when he looked at you. Clearing your throat, you said, “Hey, I was, um, I was wondering if anyone here had time for a consult?” You glanced around. “Guess I should just be asking you, huh?” you said with a soft laugh.

He flashed you a smile as he leaned forward, setting his tablet to the side. “Yea, it’s just me right now. Everyone else comes in later.”

You nodded. “Right. Well, then,” you walked closer to him, “do you have time for a consult?”

He was practically beaming as he stood up from his seat. “I think I just might.” He held his hand out for you to shake and that’s when you got a good glimpse of the tattoos going up the entire inside of his arm. “I’m JJ.”

You shook his hand as you gave him your name in return. “Nice to meet you.” You felt like you were supposed to be giving more of an introduction of yourself but you didn’t really know where to start. “I just moved here a few weeks ago, so I’m still getting a lay of the land a bit.”

“Well,” he chuckled as he pulled an extra chair up by his for you to sit in, “welcome to Paradise on Earth.”

You laughed as you sat down across from him. “Thank you.”

“Actually, before we get started…” He motioned for you to wait as he got up from his seat. He walked to the small area that passed for a seating area and grabbed one of the binders from the small table. He handed it over to you. “This is pretty much all of my recent work. You can tell me what you’re thinking for a tattoo, and I’m happy to help ya, but if you don’t like my style there isn’t much of a point, right?”

You laughed, nodding as you opened the binder. “I guess that’s true.”

You paused as you looked at the photos of his work in front of you. Your eyes grew wide as you took them all in. Most of them were nautical-themed, which wasn’t surprising to you given where you were. There were a handful of fun, silly tattoos as well, things you were certain had to be inside hokes to the people who got them.

All the pieces were well done, though. Bright colors, clean lines—it all looked crisp. You looked back and forth between JJ and his body of work. He wasn’t looking at you, instead looking at the page you were on. You drank in the sight of him in his cargo shorts and cut-off shirt, his boots covering some of the tattoos on his legs. Looking at him and his designs right next to each other, it all made sense.

“These are beautiful, JJ,” you finally said.

He smiled shrugging nonchalantly. “I do alright.” He paused. “Thank you, though. Still, you know, wanna talk about what you were planning?”

Your smile stretched side. “Yea, definitely.”

“Alright,” he said with a nod as he grabbed his notebook, “tell me what you’re thinking.”

The two of you sat and talked for a while, mostly about your tattoo but he did get around to asking you a bit about yourself. Any time his eyes weren’t glued to the paper in front of him, he was looking at you. The smirk that would curl the end of his lips as he listened to you talk instantly made your face heat up. You tried your best to stay focused and on track, but it was hard not to get distracted by his bright blue eyes staring back at you. You kept it together enough to ask some questions of your own, which was how you found out he’d spent his whole life in the Outer Banks, him and all of his friends. From the glint in his eyes when he talked about them, you had to assume they were a fun group of people.

Eventually, your conversation began to draw to a close. He set his pen down and looked at you. “I should be able to pull together some basic ideas to send your way, see how you’re feeling about ‘em. If you like one, we can get right to it.”

It almost seemed too simple, but you weren’t upset about it. “That’s great! Thank you so much.”

“No problem.” He paused. “There, uh, there a good way to get in touch with you?”

“Shit,” you said with a laugh. “Yea, let me give you my number.”

He walked with you towards the door, both of you saying goodbye. He promised to be in touch with you sooner rather than later, and you couldn’t even try to hide your excitement at the prospect of it. You told yourself it was just because of the tattoo.

JJ watched for a few seconds as you made your way down the street, lingering for longer than maybe he normally would have or should have. He shook his head at himself as he turned and walking back so he was completely inside the shop. When he went back to his little work area and grabbed his tablet, he suddenly found himself getting attached to a brand new idea, unable to try and focus on anything else as he grabbed the notebook with all the notes he’d taken during your conversation with him. There was a small smile on his face as he got to work.

He stayed up later than he cared to admit over the next few nights working on the design the two of you had discussed. More than a few times he was tempted to reach out and talk to you, show you what he had done so far. But he wanted to make sure that when he showed you his idea, it was good. He was also tempted to reach out and ask more questions, blaming it on needing more information for the design but really just wanting to talk to you more.

Eventually, finally, he had something that he felt comfortable showing you. He checked the time before sending it, wondering if maybe it was too late. But he figured that worst case scenario, you’d just see it when you woke up in the morning.

“First draft- let me know what you think.” He typed it out and attached the picture of the design before sending it off to you.

He set his phone on his nightstand, figuring that he wasn’t going to hear back from you until the following morning. He was just reaching up to turn his bedside lamp off when his phone buzzed against the top of his nightstand. Tilting the screen towards him, he couldn’t hide his surprise at the fact that you’d already gotten back to him.

“I love it!”

He smiled, unlocking his phone and replying to you. The two of you texted back and forth, firming up the final details of what you wanted for the design. You also asked him when he thought he would be able to get you in for an appointment. You would’ve been lying if you tried to say that you weren’t hoping for something as soon as possible. On top of the excitement of getting a new tattoo, you were excited to have a reason to stop in and see him.

“I’ll see you next week!” you texted excitedly when he’d given you a date and time for the appointment.

“Sounds good. See you then” JJ was glad that the excitement on his face couldn’t be seen through a text message.

Over the next couple days, you wondered if it was unprofessional to just text JJ simply because you wanted to talk to him and get to know him better. You knew it probably was, but you still wanted to do it. More times than you would ever admit to anyone else, you went back and reread the short text conversation between the two of you.

By the time your appointment rolled around, it took all you had not to speed-walk down the block to the shop. The door was already propped open when you got there, so you walked right in. Unlike the last time you’d stopped by, it wasn’t just you and JJ this time. The two other artists were in the shop, each of them working on their own clients. The place was filled with music, conversation, and the lull of multiple tattoo machines going at the same time.

“Hey!” JJ piped up from where he was sitting at his work station.

He just had on a plain white t-shirt on with a pair of shorts and his boots, but it still made your brain go totally blank for a moment. You watched him as he stood up and walked over to you, greeting you again before you finally got your brain to cooperate so you could return the favor.

“So,” he walked with you to the table where you’d be laying while he worked, “you ready to get to work?”

You laughed as you nodded, setting your bag on the floor. “Yea, but I mean I guess I should be the one asking you that, right? I just have to lay here while you do all the work.”

The comment got a laugh out of both of you. You watched, twisting your hands in front of you as JJ printed off the stencil to place on your leg. You rolled up the bottom of your shorts so he’d have easier access to the outside of your thigh. Goosebumps broke out over your skin when his fingers grazed along your leg so he could press the stencil on. You wanted to bury your face in your hands at your reaction but he didn’t say anything about it one way or the other, which you were thankful for.

“Here,” he said as he gestured for you to stand in front of the full-length mirror by his station. “How’s that?”

Your entire face lit up as you looked down at your leg, and it was only the stencil. “That’s perfect!” You looked at the thin purple lines that were covering your thigh. “Think we can get it all done today?”

He laughed, shrugging as he helped you hop up onto the table. “If you think you can sit for the whole thing, I can get it all done.”

“If I can sit for it,” you repeated back, your tone just on the joking side of mocking him. “I think I’ll be fine.”

He chuckled at your response, holding his hands up in surrender. “If you say so.”

You managed to find a comfortable position to lay in while he worked that would make it easy for him to do your tattoo, but also make it easy for you to be able to talk to him and watch him while he worked. You kept yourself propped up on your elbows, leaning so that you could see it as he passed the needle over your skin. Every now and then your leg would twitch, but it was never enough to throw him off from what he was doing.

He kept the conversation going with you despite the fact that he hardly ever took his eyes off of his work. You didn’t mind it, taking the opportunity to be able to stare at him without being caught or called out. Each time he laughed or shook his head at something you said, all you wanted to do was reach over and run your fingers through his hair. You didn’t, of course, but you really wanted to.

A few hours into it, he looked over at you and asked if you needed a break. You couldn’t deny that getting up and being able t stretch your legs sounded like nice. JJ held his hand out to help you sit up and get off the table. You hopped down, the leg that he’d been tattooing feeling like it was still mostly asleep and you stumbled a step. His grip on your hand tightened and he allowed you to lean onto him until the tingling in your leg subsided a bit.

Stepping back, you let out a nervous laugh, trying to ignore the way your face felt like it was on fire. “Sorry about that.”

He shrugged, the smirk curling the edge of his mouth making you think that he didn’t mind it in the slightest. “All good.” He nodded towards the mirror. “Go check out the progress.”

You walked over to the mirror and looked at what he had done so far. You were already excited as you had watched him work, but being able to see it all in the mirror increased your excitement tenfold. Your eyes widened and you fought the urge to reach down and run your fingers over it. The skin was still sensitive and he wasn’t anywhere near done yet. All of the outlining was complete though, and he had just started the shading.

You’d been so enthralled with the ink on your leg that you hadn’t noticed the fact that JJ stepped in close behind you, popping up in the mirror and looking just over your shoulder. “Whatcha think?”

You almost stumbled right back into him out of surprise. You chuckled as you met his eyeline through the reflection of the mirror. “I love it!”

He smirked at you as he looked in the mirror. You felt like there was something more that one of you should be saying but neither of you said anything. He lingered closely over your shoulder, and as you took a deep breath you could smell the bodywash and faint scent of weed on him. You gnawed lightly at the inside of your lips as you fought the urge to say or do something stupid.

“Ready to hop back on the table?” he finally asked.

You nodded, turning around so that you were facing him. “Yea, I think I’m good.”

Once you were back on the table, JJ got right back to work. He didn’t say anything for a little while, just focusing on shading in your tattoo, listening to the thrum of the machine in his hand. You watched him contentedly as he worked, something to take your mind off the stinging sensation that was happening as he continued to pass the needles over the same patch of skin.

When JJ adjusted his leg, he brought one foot up and braced it against one of the supports under the table. You looked down, and along with the other tattoos that were winding up his leg, you saw one that didn’t quite look like the others. It looked crude, simple. But he clearly hadn’t covered it up even though he easily could’ve.

“That your first one?” you asked him.

His hand stilled, pulling the machine away from your leg as he looked over at you. Confusion covered his entire face. “What?”

“Your tattoo.” You reached, lightly tapping it with your fingertips. “This one.”

He looked down, a smile spreading across his face as he saw the one you were pointing to. “Yea,” he said with a nod, “that was my first one. Did it myself.”

“Stick and poke?”

He laughed. “You know it.”

“That’s where it all started, then?”

He smiled, shrugging as he got back to work on your leg. “Yea, I guess so. Lucky for you I’ve gotten a lot better since then.”

You hummed in approval. “Lucky for me.”

It was such a relief when JJ did one final swipe over your leg when he was done. He helped you off the table again, letting you get another good look at your tattoo before grabbing the wrap to cover it. You watched intently as he crouched down next to you, deftly wrapping your leg and taping it in place.

You tried not to think too hard about the warmth of his hand against your leg as he secured the wrap around your thigh. You forced yourself not to stare at him, instead looking up at the ceiling above you. A very large part of you was glad that everyone else in the shop was preoccupied so they wouldn’t see the flustered look on your face.

When he stood back up, JJ was nearly chest to chest with you. You let out a quiet huff of a laugh, unable to look him in the eyes. He waited for you to finally look at him in the eyes and the smile that was on his face nearly made your leg give out again.

“You should be all set.”

You nodded, swallowing hard. “Yea, o-okay. Thank, thank you. Seriously,” you looked down at the fresh ink on your leg, “it’s amazing.”

“Looks good on you,” he said, the smirk audible in his voice.

You laughed, biting down on your bottom lip. “Thanks.”

“Anytime.”

You busied yourself with getting the money together to pay him. “As long as I make an appointment, right?” you joked as you handed him the cash.

He shook his head as he took the money from you. “You got my number, right?” He looked up at you from counting the bills in his hand. “Just text me—I’ll make time.”

Just when it felt like your face had finally cooled down it felt like it was on fire all over again. The amount of self-control it took not to giggle was embarrassing and gun to your head you would never admit it. Instead, you nodded. “I’ll remember that.”

The two of you walked over to the door of the shop again, and you found yourself wishing you knew what to say to him. The two of you lingered in the doorway, you picking at the straps of your bag and JJ watching you.

“Anything comes up, or if you have any questions, just text me. Or, you know, drop by,” he said as he leaned against the doorframe.

“Or stop by, huh?” you asked with a small smile. You shook your head slightly as you chuckled. “Thank you, JJ.”

“Yea, no—” he stopped short as you stepped in and gave him a quick hug, recovering quickly as he hugged you back, “no problem.”

Pulling away, you saw the slightly surprised look on his face. “Sorry, sorry.”

He shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll, uh,” he reached and brushed his fingers against your arm, “I’ll see you soon.”

“Yea,” you said as you finally stepped outside the shop, “I’ll have my whole leg sleeved up before I know it.”

He chuckled as he watched you start walking down the sidewalk. “Let’s hope!” he called after you.

Turning around, you faced him with a smile on your face, effectively making yourself walk backwards down the sidewalk. “Later, JJ.”

Reaching up, he braced his hands against the top of the doorframe, leaning with a smile. “Later,” he replied, trying to sound much more casual than he really felt as he watched you walk away one more time.

[bradshawed]

angel eyes <3 / send in a character + and au for a blurb! e.g, rockstar!james or college!bradley

ok what about rockstar!jj maybank. i feel like he’d probably lay the drums maybe the bass (i’m not sure about music) but him as a rockstar would be soooo hot

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kissing u on the mouth for this ask bc it’s perfect (not as perfect as u ofc) but omg i’m obsessed. totally agree with you, he would definitely play the drums, no question, and it would be hot af. they’d be a modern day djats in a sense with jombie on lead guitar, jj on drums, pope on bass and kiara on keyboard, with sarah as their missing piece…inspired by this post! hope u like it and thank u so so much for the ask mwah ily xx

The sky darkened overhead as the night fell, settling the anxious crowd under a blanket of stars. The Pogues were set to play in their hometown after months of touring all over the country, and everyone had gathered at the bonehead to see them play.

Smoke clouded the air as the fires in the pits crackled and danced with the slight wind. Kooks, Pogues, and Tourons alike crowded the beach and stood waiting in anticipation around the mock-up stage placed for the band.

Then came the opening notes of a familiar guitar and the crowd burst into screams. It was simply electric.

JJ winked into the crowd and they all screamed even louder than the band thought was possible. He could just imagine the uptight kooks throwing a fit, complaining at the loud music. And that’s exactly why he wanted to play here, on the boneyard, where no one had to pay to get in. Where they could play freely, as a huge fuck you to everyone who said they couldn’t make it because here they were, one of the biggest and hottest new music sensations in the world.

You blew him a kiss back, swaying to the music, the very one he’d pretended to capture and place in the back pocket of his shorts.. the crowd none the wiser.

Hints of the sun peeked through the darkness, sunrise on its way as you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend, holding him close as you sat on the stage long after the show, both your legs dangling off the edge. It had been one of the best shows they’d played, and with their adrenaline still high, you all decided to bask in the moment for a little longer, watching the sun rise.

JJ jumped off the stage and onto the sand, scooping your body and holding you close to his bare chest, your fingers tracing and drawing shapes into his skin while he announced that you were both off to bed and that he’ll see them in a couple of hours seeing as it already was morning.

He whispered sweet promises, nipping at your ear and smothering you in kisses the whole walk back to the Chateau. Or more accurately, the whole time he carried you back, dropping you on his bed with a fake thud, and whining at how much he missed you.

He definitely showed you exactly how much he missed you…all of you.

And when you both turned up to brunch, a little sleep deprived, hickeys coating both of your skin, money was passed around, Pope unsurprisingly winning the round of bets. Laughter echoed as you buried your head into JJ’s chest, cheeks burning and smiles never leaving either of your faces. God if felt good to be home.

[hepaidattention]

if i loved hated you in another life | four

“What?” Kie asked him, amusement written over the beautiful features he was admiring.

“Nothin’,” he shrugged, forcing himself to look back at the ocean view. Even one of the rarest of beauties, the sun rising with pink and purple skies over the ocean in the summer mornings, was nothing to compare to Kiara’s beauty. “Just thinkin’.”

“About what?” she mused, her eyes staring solely at the view ahead.

“Well, I reckon if this was Friday night, and I had asked you to come and watch the sunrise with me, you woulda laughed right in my face.”

She bit back a smile and shrugged, “I don’t know if I would have laughed,” her eyes sparkled with laughter she was holding back, “Maybe just called you crazy for trying.”

“And how ‘bout now?” he started playing with the sand at the tips of his fingers, keeping them occupied, because he really wanted to hold her hand again. “If I asked you to go watch, I don’t know, a sunset with me?”

“Oo,” she hissed but still was smiling, “I don’t know. Sunsets are another kind of level of friendship.”

OR

JJ and Kie started out watching a sunrise together and ended up somehow hating each other more than they ever had before.

read chapter 4 on ao3 :)

[fics-n-stuff]

I just watched Now You See Me the other day and now I can't stop thinking about the pogues as the four horsemen.

John B is J Daniel Atlas (the standard above average street magician), Pope is Merritt McKinney (the mentalist), Kie is Henley Reeves (the escapologist*) and JJ is Jack Wilder (the slight of hand hustler).

The four of them pulling off crazy tricks and Robin Hooding, running from the FBI while being the most dramatic bitches possible. JJ faking his own death in a car crash. Look me in the eyes and tell me that doesn't match up perfectly. The only thing that doesn't match up is the unresolved feelings between Atlas and Henley, but we can just ignore that and replace it with the relationship between Lula and Jack in Now You See Me 2 and it becomes Jiara (using Lula as a swap for Henley but keeping it as Kie in this AU)

And then Now You See Me 2, imagine Arthur Tressler and Walter Mabry as Ward and Rafe. I think that's iconic.

Idk what to do with Sarah and Cleo in this AU (and idk if there are appropriate stand ins for Dylan Rhodes and Thaddeus Bradley) but honestly idc, the og four pogues as the four horsemen is so fun

*I say escapologist based only on her opening scene with the piranha tank because I didn't know what else I could give her as a title other than being 'the girl'

[boysssofthemonth]

Boyfriend!Rafe

As Rafe’s sister, Sarah feels it is her obligation to update you on everything Rafe does. And also humiliate him in any way possible :)

Taglist: @fals3-g0d

[maybanksbabe]

Might be working on a lil something... Definitely not pornstar!Rafe...

[moremaybank]

THIS LOVE (II) — j.m

pairing actor!jj maybank x actress!reader

chapter summary from a glimpse into the past where you and jj share a heated moment that leads to passion and bliss, to the future where jj's reminded of how badly he wants to make you happy again. he realizes that you don't plan on giving him the time of day, and makes a statement that could either help the situation or worsen it.

warnings 18+, language, a lil angsty, a love confession, protected sex, oral sex (fem. receiving), fingering, soft-turned-rough sex, hair pulling [4.1k]

author’s note chapter two is finally here :) i hope you enjoy ♡︎ side note: y/n/n = your nickname! also, there's a flashback within the flashback, marked in italics.

recommended listening butterflies by queen naija, unlove you (s2) by star cast

this love — the complete playlist ;; the masterlist ;; the tag list

❝ CHAPTER TWO ❞

Flashback — Five Years Ago; Age Eighteen

“What up?” JJ greeted, climbing through your bedroom window as he often — if not always — did.

You’d left it cracked open, allowing some fresh air to come in as you sat on the floor at the foot of your bed. Your back was leaning against the mattress, your knees brought up to your chest as you cried to yourself quietly. The minute you’d heard JJ opening up your window to let himself in, you wiped your eyes, trying your best not to show any evidence of your tears.

“I got the snacks,” he informed you, slinging his bag onto your desk and placing the tray of slashes on the surface to give his arm a break. “It was a bitch to carry the slurpees through there, but I did it.”

You could hear the pride in his voice, and normally that would instantly bring a glowing smile to your face, but you just couldn’t muster up the energy to do so. Not while you were in your poor headspace.

And, JJ, being JJ, instantly picked up on your silence. He knew you too well, could easily tell when something was wrong. There was no hiding from him, no matter how hard you tried.

“Hey, you all right? What’s the matter, pretty girl?” He questioned, moving quick on his feet to get to you. “Why are you crying?”

“I’m not crying, J,” you huffed, “‘M fine.”

“No, you’re not,” he said. “I know you. You act like everything’s fine because you don’t want anybody worrying about you. But I’m not just anybody. I’m me. So tell me what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours.” 

JJ’s hand came up to your face, the pad of his thumb swiping away the remnants of a tear you hadn’t cleared away. You softened, melting into his touch instantly because he felt like home. You wanted nothing more than to be wrapped up in his strong arms, nestling your head under his chin and cuddling into him as he held you and made everything okay. 

Being with him always did. 

But then he broke the silence you’d left him in, and you were pulled away from your thoughts.

“Is this…” he trailed off, treading lightly, “Is this about earlier?”

You thought back to a couple hours ago, and you wanted to cringe. You didn’t want to relive it. 

“J? You here?” You called, walking in through the door of the chateau in search of your best friend. 

You heard faint giggles coming from the guest room he’d claimed as his, instantly giving him away. You grinned as you made your way to the bedroom door. Your hand fell onto the doorknob, and you twisted it open. Your smile fell instantly when your eyes landed on JJ half naked with a blonde in his bed.

“Oh, I, uh— Sorry,” you sputtered out, closing the door as fast as you could and making a bolt for the exit. 

You heard JJ call after you a few times, followed by the padding of his feet against the wooden floors as he tried to chase after you. You showed no signs of stopping, though. Instead, you got into your car, putting it into gear as you watched JJ emerge through the door and down the steps.

“Y/N, wait!”

His words died in the air as you wasted no time making your escape. You drove off, tears welling in your eyes as you left JJ alone, standing outside. 

“No,” you chided, “It’s not about earlier. Just…go home, J. I’m sorry you wasted a trip.”

He scoffed. “You really think I’m gonna leave when you need me? No. Something’s wrong and I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what it is.”

You rolled your eyes, pulling yourself out of his grasp. “Why do you have to be so stubborn? Leave it alone.”

“I’m not leaving shit alone. Tell me. Now.”

“You wanna know what’s wrong that badly? Fine. Then let me ask you something. Why don’t you want me?”

JJ’s mouth went dry at your words and his brows furrowed. “W-What?”

“Why don’t you want me? I mean, you’ll fuck anything that moves. You flirt with anyone in your general direction. You look at everyone. Everyone but me.”

JJ chooses not to answer, knowing that you aren’t finished.

“I mean, I’ve been wracking my brain for months, now. Years, actually, because I thought that you— that we…” You sighed, your hand coming to your forehead. “I just want to know why.”  

“Are you insane?”

“Excuse me?”

“You gotta be insane, here, Y/N. This has to be some kind of joke, ‘cause I’ve been in love with you since we were seven. How can’t you see that?” He moved closer to you once more, thanking the heavens when you didn’t move away from him. “You think I don’t want you? You’re all I want. Everyday. All the time. But, fuck, I— I’m not good enough for you. You have dreams, a-and hopes. Babe, I’m never getting out of here—” 

“—Don’t say that.”

“It’s the truth,” he shrugs. “I’m not. But you are. How could I ever be selfish with you and hold you back from that? You deserve more. Better. And I can’t give you that.”

“I deserve you. I deserve us.” Your hands braced themselves on his biceps as you looked into his oceanic eyes. “Don’t you wanna be happy?”

“It’s not that easy.”

“It is, J. Don’t do this. You self-sabotage because you don’t think you deserve anything good, and you push people away. But you don’t have to do that with me.”

His gaze softened, and he looked like he wanted to give in to you. 

“I’ll ask you again. Do you want to be happy?”

“I’d do anything to be happy with you,” he responded in a hushed tone. He looked like a sad puppy, and you wanted to kiss the frown off his face. 

“Then let’s do that. Let’s be happy. Together. Love each other openly and without fear the way we should’ve been doing all these years. You’re the one for me, J. I know it.”

“You’re the one for me, too.”

You kissed him. You melted into him like snow hitting the pavement when it rains. Your arms wrapped around the back of his neck, urging his mouth further onto yours. He reciprocated just as forcefully, and he tugged you impossibly closer, melding his body against yours and stealing some of your body heat.

“I love you,” he mumbles against your lips. “So damn much. It’s been killing me to not tell you that everyday. Not show you that everyday.”

Your hands slid down to his chest, and your shared gaze only intensified. 

“Then show me now.”

JJ stared into your pleading eyes. There was no way he would turn you down. Not when he finally knew how you tasted. How you felt in his arms now that your feelings were established and everything was on the table. He wanted to throw you into bed and never let you leave, never let you come up for air. But most importantly, he just wanted to express his love for you in a deeper, more intimate way. And with you standing in front of him, looking more beautiful than you ever had, with swollen lips and a pounding heart, he wasn’t going to hold himself back anymore.

He pulled you in for another kiss, his hands holding your face delicately before sliding down your body. His fingers tapped your butt, silently urging you to jump. You did, and he caught you with ease before making his way to your bed. He placed you atop the mattress, momentarily pulling away so he could look at you. You, however, were far too impatient. You grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him on top of you with a harsh yank. He chuckled into your mouth as you two scooted to the top of the bed. Pulling away again, the two of you discarded your shirts and rid yourselves of your pants, leaving your undergarments to be the only things separating the two of you. 

JJ pushed you softly against the pillows, granting you one more kiss before he trailed his lips down your jaw and neck. He sucked and nipped at your soft, sweet skin, leaving a path of love bites that led down to your collarbone. 

“You’re mine. Always have been. Always will be. And I’m gonna make sure everyone knows it.”

His raspy, lust-seeped voice made you dizzy. You’d never seen him like this and you wanted him to show more of this side to you. You wanted him to bear his soul to you.

JJ’s hands slithered around your form to your back, and he undid the clasp of your bra. He tossed it onto the floor and let his eyes return to you. Your bare breasts laid beautifully, and JJ could feel himself getting rock hard just from the look of them. 

“So fuckin’ pretty. Never even doubted that you would be.”

You blushed under him, wanting to tear your eyes away. You’d gone shy, now, and JJ could sense it.

“Hey,” he said, his hands resting on your hips. His thumbs smoothed circles into your hipbones gently. “Don’t be shy. You don’t have to hide from me. You’re perfect. Let me make you feel that.”

“Okay,” you breathed.

JJ grinned, bending down to give you another kiss. His hands that previously laid on your hips ran up your torso to your tits. He cupped them in his hands, letting his fingers pinch and twist at your nipples, perking them up. You moaned into his mouth, arching your back and pushing yourself further into his grasp. 

JJ broke the kiss, and you were about to whine in disappointment, but then you felt his tongue work at one of your buds. He wrapped his lips around it, swirling and nipping at it lightly in an attempt to pull more pretty sounds from you. It worked. You mewled when he tugged at it lightly with his teeth. He sucked at it once more and let it go with a pop, before mimicking the same actions on the other one. 

“J, no teasing. Please. I’ve waited long enough,” you pouted. 

“Shhh,” he cooed, “let me take my time with you. I’ve been waiting on this for a long damn time too. ‘M gonna do everything I can to savour it.”

He left more kisses down the valley of your tits, down to your stomach. He reached your panties, and his hot breath fanned over your covered core, causing you to shiver. You were already so wet, the fabric giving you away with the large wet patch bleeding through it. 

“So needy, baby. Bet you want me to touch you, huh? Eat this pussy out good?”

“Yes. God, yes.”

His fingers hooked into the hem of your underwear and he pulled it down your legs before discarding it with the rest of your clothes on the floor. He then made his way back down to your core, leaving another abundance of kisses down your legs. He focused on your inner thighs, marking your skin with more hickies. 

You bucked your hips impatiently, trying to get his attention and direct it toward your cunt. He simply chuckled into your skin.

“‘M gettin’ there, princess.”

His lips found the skin surrounding your pussy, and he dragged his tongue along it, inching closer and closer to where you wanted him most. Then, finally, his tongue ran through your wet folds, from your entrance right to your clit, circling it, before running back down.

“You taste so damn good. Sweetest girl I know.”

He’d always called you sweet, but this, now…it had taken on another meaning. 

JJ began to lap at your core like he hadn’t eaten a meal in decades, devouring every inch of you the way he’d always dreamed about. Your moans only made him work harder. He didn’t want a minute to pass by where he wasn’t driving you crazy and giving you everything he had, and then some. His tongue fucked you while his thumb massaged your clit strategically. Then, his lips sucked at your folds as he made his way back up to your clit again. His lips brought it into his mouth, and he pulled at it while he toyed around with it using his skilled tongue. He pushed two fingers inside you, curling up and kneading your walls. He was everywhere, all at once, and he hadn’t even actually been inside you yet. 

He felt you clamping down on his digits, and by the way your cries of pleasure were increasing in volume, he knew you were on the brink of falling apart. 

“J,” you mewled, your hands slipping into his hair ad you grinded your hips against the flat of his tongue. “Fuck. Please don’t stop. P-please.”

Lucky for you, he wasn’t planning on it. 

One magic push of his fingers and flick of his tongue and you were done for. You came, harshly and loudly. Your walls tightened around his fingers so hard that he didn’t think he’d be able to retract them from you. 

Once your breathing evened out, he pulled away from you and stuck his cum-coated fingers in his mouth. He cleaned them off, groaning in pleasure. 

“God, you taste so damn good. When I’m done fucking you, you’re gonna sit on my face for the rest of the night. I don’t care if I suffocate. I’ll die eating this pussy.” 

You motioned him over to you, and when he was in your grasp, your hand cupped the back of his neck as you kissed him deeply.

“You have such a dirty mouth, Maybank.”

“It’s worse when it comes to you.”

You giggled against his lips before kissing him again. “You gonna fuck me, or what?” 

Your hand palmed him over his boxers, and his hips bucked into your touch. He let you rub at him, shutting his eyes as his breathing became shaky.

“Fuck, w-wait. ‘M gonna cum if you keep doing that. I wanna be fucking you when I do,” he spoke, breathless.

“Mm, so stop talking and get inside me,” you teased. 

“Yes, ma’am.”

He got up from the bed, scrambling to find his shorts and pulling a condom out of his wallet. He ripped the package open with his teeth and rolled it on after removing his boxers.

“That was way hotter than it should’ve been,” you breathed. 

JJ simply chuckled before crawling back onto the bed and towering above you. He guided his tip to your entrance, and his eyes met yours.

“I love you.” 

He said it like it was a prayer only you could answer. And it was.

“I love you too, J. Love you so much,” you responded, giving him a smile. He returned it, and pushed into you. He relished in your gasp as he bottomed out and stuffed you completely full. 

You felt him, he was so big and deep that it was hard to breathe. Like he had reached your lungs. You looked down to where you two were joined, and you noticed that you could see his bulge in your tummy.

“Fuck, look at that,” JJ gasped, his pointer finger tracing the outline of himself inside you. He then placed his palm there, pressing down and retracted before pummelling into you again. You felt a gooey feeling deep in your belly, your legs turning jelly-like. His cock stroked your g-spot again and again as he started to move, and it wasn’t long before you were calling out for him again. 

“So big, J. Shit. Too big.”

“But you’re taking me so well, baby. Look,” he instructed. You leaned up onto your elbows, watching as your pussy reeled him in and swallowed him whole. “You can do this. You’re my good girl, know you can take me. Right?”

“Yes. Yes, ‘m your good fucking girl. Gonna make you proud.”

“Already are, pretty girl.”

JJ’s other hand pushed down on the back of your right thigh, spreading you open more so he could fuck into you deeper. His thrusts started off slow as he rolled his hips into yours. Your legs wove around his waist, and your arms did the same around his neck to keep him pressed to you. Lips locked, chest to chest, hands in each other’s hair. Despite being in love with each other since the beginning of time, this wasn’t your first time, and it definitely wasn’t JJ’s. Still, neither of you had ever felt so close to someone, so intimate and vulnerable and open. It was addicting. You could picture yourselves staying like this forever. Remained as one and never daring to let go. 

“J,” you spoke softly. 

“Hm?” JJ hummed, his lips pressed to the nape of your neck.

“You don’t have to be so gentle. I love that you are, but…I want more. I want you to wreck me, really make me yours.”

“Fuck, don’t talk like that, princess. Don’t wanna hurt you,” he said, craning his neck to look up at you.

“You won’t,” you assured him. “Fuck me harder, J. In any position. Anywhere you want. Please.” 

He pulled out of you instantly, his hands grabbing you and flipping you onto your elbows and knees. His hand pushed on the flat of your back, arching you for him. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold back, baby.”

“Don’t,” you instructed. “I don’t want you to.”

JJ swore you were trying to make him bat-shit crazy with your goading words. His control had already been slowly slipping out of his grasp since he first kissed you, and now you were telling him he didn’t need to have restraint? 

He shoved his length into you without warning, one hand bracing itself back on your hip and the other on the back of your head, half-smushing the side of your face into one of your pillows. 

“When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk for a week straight.”

Grunts leave his lips as his hands pulled you back against his cock. It speared into you rougher than before, with so much force that the bed was shaking and your headboard was smacking against the wall. Your cries were much louder now as he punished your pussy the way you wished he would. 

“So fuckin’ tight. My perfect girl wants to be fucked like a slut, huh?”

“Yes. Yes.”

JJ’s hands circled your wrists and restrained them behind your back, using them as leverage while he pounded into you. His grip was to tight you knew his hands and your wrists would be sore by the time you finished. But the only thing you could really focus on was how good he was fucking you. 

“J, oh my god. Right there, so fucking close,” you begged. “Don’t stop!”

He kept up his pace, but released your hands, watching you scramble to grip onto the bedsheets like a vice. He towered over your back, one arm keeping himself steady while the other thread through your hair and yanked your head back toward him. His teeth nipped at your ear before he spoke. 

“Cum for me, mama. Make a mess on me,” he spoke. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“J!” You called out, your hand moving backward to hold the back of his head. 

The two of you reached your highs at the same time, and JJ collapsed on top of you. He felt like a weighted blanket on top of you, encasing you in his safe and loving warmth. 

“Shit. We’re doing that again.”

-

Pure bliss was all you could feel at that moment. 

JJ’s arms were wrapped around you as he laid on his side. One hand was splayed between your shoulder blades, and the other’s fingers trailed lightly up and down your side. He smiled when you hummed contently, pushing your face further into his chest and planting a kiss there. 

“You gettin’ all shy on me again, baby?”

“A little,” you replied quietly. You felt the heat rushing into your cheeks and you try to hide your growing smile. 

JJ’s chest vibrated as he huffed a soft laugh. “Why?”

“‘Cause I never thought I’d hear you say you were in love with me.”

He scooted lower onto the mattress so he could catch your eyes. 

“I’ve wanted to tell you that every day for over a decade. It’s been killin’ me, pretty girl. I just…I didn’t think you felt the same way, and I thought that if I couldn’t have you as my girl, at least I could have you as my best friend. I wanted you any way I could have you.” 

“I wanted you in any way I could have you too.” 

JJ watched something in your eyes change, and fear instantly crept into his chest. Were you about to say that you changed your mind? That it was a mistake? A million things ran through his mind, but, he needn’t have worried.

“What if we ruin it? Us? J, I can’t lose you. I don’t think I could bear that kind of loss.”

JJ let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in, and his hand reached for yours. He kissed your knuckles softly. “We would never let that happen. You’re my favourite person, and I’m yours. Nothing is ever gonna change that.” 

“Promise?” You questioned with hopeful eyes.

“‘Course I do. You’re my pretty girl. There’s no way I’m ever letting go of you.”

You couldn’t help but beam at him. 

“You’re my J, and I’m never letting go of you either.” 

JJ’s brows furrowed with confusion, “Hold up…I’m your joint? That’s a little weird, baby.”

“Shut up,” you giggled, shoving his chest. “You’re such a goof. What do I even see in you?”

“Hey!” JJ exclaims with a loud laugh, moving on top of you so he can tickle your sides. 

The love he felt for you had never been as immense as it was in that very moment, and he hoped it would never end, because to JJ, there simply was no happiness without you by his side.

End of Flashback

JJ

JJ thinks back to the last time he got to hear your laugh, the last time he saw your eyes twinkle with pure adoration for him. the last time he saw you happy. The guilt was always unbearable, but it worsened more than he thought possible when he saw you today. 

He needs to fix things. Win you back. There’s no way fate would throw you into each other’s paths again if it means that all hope was lost. Or, at least, he hopes. 

He snaps out of his trance when he hears the clicking of heels against the concrete from behind him, and before he can turn around to see who it is, he hears a scoff. 

“God, are you stalking me now?”

JJ is quick to jump to his feet, following after you. He can hear reporters calling both your names, but he tunes them out. He doesn’t care about the press. He cares about you.

“Y/N, wait! At least let me explain,” he pleads. His hand reaches out, wrapping around your elbow. 

“Let go of me!” You spit, yanking yourself from his grasp. “What could you possibly have to say to me? I gave you a chance to explain five years ago and you didn’t seem to care then. So I don’t care about anything you have to say now.”

“Y/N/N, I’m begging you. Please.” 

“You don’t get to call me that.” 

Before he can respond, a reporter approaches the both of you with his camera flashing in your face. 

“Y/N Y/L/N! JJ Maybank! What’s the deal between you two?!”

You turn to him. “There is no deal. We’re coworkers.” Your head flips back to meet JJ’s gaze, “And that’s all we ever will be.”

JJ watches you storm off, your shiny hair blowing in the wind of your escape. It’s like you're taking another piece of his heart with you as you walk away. 

“Mr. Maybank! Any comments?!”

JJ looks at the reporter, chewing on his words. If he wants to get you back, he has to be bold. And if you aren’t going to listen to him, then maybe you’ll get the message if he goes to the media. His millions of fans have got to count for something.

“Actually, yeah. I’ve known Y/N Y/L/N since I was seven years old. She was my best friend, and my favourite person in the world, and I really hurt her. But I’m going to win her back. Make sure that’s on the front page of whatever tabloid you work for. I want her — and the world — to know.”

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Game On Chapter Two: Denial Is A River In Egypt

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Frat! and Hockey! JJ x female!reader

TW:alcohol consumption, thats it I believe

Summary: You go to the game and realize that maybe JJ isn't so bad after all.

Word Count:4.2k

After spending days overthinking, Friday is finally here and you turn back and forth in the mirror while scrutinizing your appearance. What the hell are you supposed to wear to a Hockey game?

"Do I look okay?"

You look at Kie through the reflection and she rolls her eyes playfully. 

"You look fucking gorgeous."

You twist your mouth and give yourself one last once over. It's nothing special; some jeans paired with Air Force Ones and an old band tee that you got in high school. 

Sarah smirks with raised eyebrows as she watches you, and crosses her arms as she chuckles. 

"For someone that swears she doesn't like this guy, you seem awfully concerned about looking good for him."

She giggles when you flip her off, and hands you your phone. 

"Let's go. Wouldn't want to be late meeting lover boy." She teases, and you groan before shutting the door and bounding down the stairs and outside.

"Fuck off."

The scent of sugar and vanilla wafts to your nose as soon as you settle into Sarah's backseat, and the familiar environment eases your nerves the slightest bit. It's so undeniably her, and you can't help but smile at the photo booth strip she always keeps tucked into her visor. 

Your comfort is soon interrupted when you kick a crushed monster can under the seat, and scrunch your nose. 

"If my shoes get fucked up, you're buying me new ones."

Sarah turns the key and waves her hand dismissively, too focused on getting music set up. 

"Yeah, yeah.'

The drive is short but fun, filled with loud singing and even louder laughing as you speed down the street with the windows down. 

You rush to grab the door for stability when Sarah rockets over a curb, looking at her with wide eyes. 

"Damn, bitch!" 

She flips you the bird with a laugh and pulls into a parking spot before facing you. 

"It was in my way."

You don't get a chance to respond before she hops out of the SUV and starts toward the door, leaving you and Kie to catch up. 

You look around the crowd of students and strangers clad in team apparel, just narrowly missing someone's elbow as they maneuver past you. 

"We need to find roll call." You half shout and the girls both nod while beginning to look around. 

"It's over there." Sarah points, and you grab their hands to stick together. 

The three of you make it past security and finally stop in front of the counter. 

"I have three tickets reserved under Y/N." 

You smile politely as the young girl starts rifling through a drawer, but she comes back empty-handed. 

"I don't have any for that name. Sometimes the guys try to get people in but the younger players get the last pick. Who reserved them for you?" 

You glance at Sarah and she shrugs with a frown, just as confused as you.

"Um, JJ Maybank." You answer, and she perks up. 

"Oh!" 

She returns a few seconds later holding an envelope and hands it to you with a smirk. 

"So you're the infamous Keg Queen? I've got something else for you, stay there."

You frown at her weird behavior, but it starts to click when you look down and see the name written on the paper. You can't help the smile that burns your cheeks and you shake your head at his antics. 

You look up when you see her coming back in your peripheral, and you already know what she's carrying. 

"Oh my god."

You take the jersey from her with a laugh and tuck it under your arm.

"What did you mean infamous? How do you know my old nickname? I haven't been called that since leaving home." You inquire, and she gives a knowing smile. 

"I'm one of the player's girlfriends. J squared has been talking about you all week at practice." 

Her answer only leaves you more baffled, and she smiles with reassurance. 

"Don't worry, you'll catch up on all the slang and nicknames. They call JJ J-squared and John B is Jombee; they all have a hockey name." She explains, and you nod while trying to stay afloat in a whole new territory. 

"Right, thanks." 

You walk off and jump when Sarah suddenly speaks up. You'd been so caught up that you forgot they were here for a moment. 

"I didn't think he was serious about the jersey."

Sarah casts Kie a glance and they both shake their heads. 

"Where are the seats?" Kie asks, and you try to scrunch your shoulders as you navigate through a sea of painted faces and jerseys. You manage to come out the other side without being marred by beer or nacho cheese and breathe a sigh of relief. 

"Rinkside, right up on the glass." You finally respond, and Kie gives an approving nod.

Sarah raises her eyebrows, only half surprised that he secured you such good seats. You're standing in line for concessions when you decide it's easier to wear the jersey than carry it and slip it over your head just as you approach the counter. 

You place your orders and go to pay, but when the guy looks up from his screen and sees you he refuses your card.

"You're covered." 

You wait for him to elaborate, but he moves on to the next customer and leaves you with more questions than answers. 

"What was that about?" You ask over the rim of your glass, making sure to cup your hand under your mouth as you walk in case it spills while you take a quick sip. 

Both girls shrug as you lead the way, and you manage to make it to your section despite the chaos between you and your seats.

Your eyes widen when you finally sit down, now only a couple of feet from where the team sits. You weren't expecting to be so close to him, and you nibble on your lip at the realization. The hard plastic digs into your back as you shift around, trying to get as comfortable as possible. 

You sit with your head high and shoulders back, absolutely refusing to show any sign of nerves. You're not the girl who stumbles over a boy and makes a fool of herself, no matter how much you're twirling your hair and squealing internally. 

You jump when the crowd suddenly starts cheering and a loud voice comes over the speakers to start announcing the teams. The air is thick with the aroma of popcorn and sweat as people laugh and cheer, eagerly awaiting the puck drop. 

Your shoes are sticking to old spilled beer and the person behind you keeps hitting your back with their knee, but the energy is unlike anything you've experienced. You can't help but smile as the boys make their entrance, and glance around at the screaming audience. 

You watch as JJ skates across the ice while hyping the fans, and it's almost magical to see. He found his place here, drowning in notoriety and attention the way he could never have back home. 

As soon as he's close enough, his eyes scan the crowd and light up when they land on you. He wasn't convinced you would show, and he'd be lying if he said his heart isn't racing in his chest. There's always a surge of adrenaline before a game, but having you here is a whole new rush. 

Your fingers wiggle with a small wave, and he shoots you a wink while smiling around his mouthguard before turning back to the game. 

He's in the zone tonight, hell-bent on playing his best to impress you. He tries to focus, but it's hard when he swears he can feel your eyes burning holes through the number on his back; the same number that currently adorns your frame.

You try your best to keep up, periodically googling something you don't understand and conversing with the girls. For the most part, you cheer when everybody else does and try to figure out what you're celebrating. 

By the end of the first period, you've gathered enough information to have a general idea and find yourself having more fun than you expected. JJ makes a point to look at you every chance he gets and practically stares anytime he's on the bench. 

You pretend not to notice, but Sarah and Kie pick up on the tension and use it to their advantage. What kind of best friends would they be if they didn't make fun of you a little bit?

"So when's the wedding?" Sarah teases, and you shoot her a sideways glare. 

"Keep it up and you won't be invited." 

Her mouth drops open in mock offense and you smirk with satisfaction before turning back to the rink. 

You lean forward when JJ takes control of the puck, and everything seems to move in slow motion as he races forward and shoots it into the net seconds before the buzzer sounds for halftime. 

As if your body has a mind of its own, you leap out of your seat and scream, the sound piercing through the whistles and cheers to cut straight through JJ. His eyes find you instantly, and his heart leaps at the sight of you acting as his own personal cheerleader. 

"Stop looking at her like that, dude."

JJ's eyes never leave you as he tries to focus on his conversation to no avail. 

"Like what?" 

John B scoffs but elaborates nonetheless. 

"Like you're in love."

JJ shrugs and shamelessly watches as you throw your head back in a laugh, exposing soft skin that he wants nothing more than to lay claim to. 

"I'm not in love, dude. That would be crazy." 

John B's eyebrows shoot up as he glances between you and his best friend and he shakes his head with a chuckle. 

"Whatever, you're practically drawing a heart with your names in it." 

JJ's only response is to flip him off, but John B's point is proven when the blonde is too distracted and skates face-first into the wall. Much to his relief, you don't seem to be paying attention and his cheeks burn red as he dips his head and races off the ice. 

You sit back down while the guys disappear for a break, and the girls are staring at you with amusement. 

"Don't look at me like that. You think I don't see the way you're eye fucking John B, Sarah?" You laugh, and she nods. 

"Fair point, but I never claimed not to like him." She argues, and you roll your eyes. 

The three of you are laughing when an employee suddenly appears and taps you on the shoulder. 

"Y/N?" He asks sheepishly, and you smile politely while trying not to seem too suspicious. 

"Yes?" 

He nods his head toward the rink and you wait patiently for his next words. 

"Someone's asking for you. You can follow me if you'd like." 

Your eyebrows shoot up as you look at the girls, and resist the urge to slap the smug look off their faces. 

"Not a word." You mock scold with a pointed finger, and they both raise their hands with small laughs. 

You maneuver your way through the crowd and follow the man closely as he leads you further into the arena and away from the public eye. You briefly wonder if you should have questioned him and almost turn around, but your worries are put at ease when you see JJ standing in the service hallway grinning ear to ear. 

"Thanks, Eric." He gives the guy a fist bump before he heads off, and turns to face you. 

"I couldn't wait till the end of the game to tell you how good you look in my jersey." 

Your cheeks burn hot and you stand up a little taller to try and camouflage the fact you're so flustered. 

"Where are we?" You ask, skimming over the compliment with ease. 

He watches you for a second before answering, and you know he's enjoying every second of this. 

"Outside the locker rooms."

You give a small nod and JJ nearly collapses when you scrunch your nose in a way that reminds him of a bunny. 

"It stinks like sweat and shitty cologne."

His laugh makes you smile, and you can't help but join in. 

"You'll get used to it." He shrugs, and your eyebrow quirks. 

"Are you trying to flirt with me?" 

He takes a step closer and you stare up at him as he smirks triumphantly. 

"Is it working?"

You tap your chin and pretend to think for a moment while moving closer, and just when he thinks he has you, your hand pats his cheek and you start walking backward in the direction you came from. 

"Not even a little bit." 

The sparkle never leaves his irises as you blow a kiss and wink before disappearing and he knows in that moment that he'll do whatever it takes to make you his. 

By the time you find your way back to your seat, the team is re-entering the rink and you plop down between the girls. Despite your insistence that you don't have any feelings for the floppy-haired blonde, your radiant glow suggests otherwise. 

Luckily, the girls don't get a chance to ask questions before the game resumes and you focus on the jersey that matches the one hanging from your body. Time seems to fly by, and before you know it, JJ scores the winning goal. 

You're almost certain that your cheering can be heard over everyone else, but it doesn't stop you from screaming at the top of your lungs. You watch as they exit the rink to shower and stand to go wait in the lobby. 

You figure he'd want you to at least say goodbye before heading out and you're in the middle of laughing with Kie when Sarah grabs your attention.

"Here comes your boy toy on skates." 

You turn around to see what she's talking about, and sure enough, JJ is barreling toward you with John B barely keeping up. He struts up with newfound confidence and swings his arm to rest around your shoulder in a way that forces you closer to his body. 

You ignoré the butterflies that erupt at the feeling of his strong muscles holding you against him and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. 

There's a moment of awkward silence before John B takes the initiative to formally introduce himself and you're grateful for the distraction as JJ's body wash and shampoo overwhelms your senses. 

"I'm John B, but you can call me JB." He smiles, and Sarah nods.

"I remember, you used to work on the Druthers during the summer."

He looks genuinely taken aback and stutters a few times before finally landing on a response. 

"Yeah, that was me. Never thought you noticed me." 

She rakes he eyes over him slowly in a way that would make even you buckle, and you resist the urge to laugh as he falls prey to her alluring looks and personality. 

"Oh trust me, I noticed you."

There's another beat of silence before JJ speaks, and you tilt your head up to look at him. 

"We're gonna go hit a local bar to celebrate. You guys down?" 

There's hardly any room for argument as you're practically glued to JJ's frame and Sarah has practically sunk her teeth into poor John B. You nod with a smile, doing your best not to be charmed by the way JJ does a cute little fist bump. 

"Who all is going?" Kiara asks, and you wonder when you became so enthralled with the blonde that you lost the common sense to get details. 

"Just us and a few of the other guys. Our other friend, Pope, who was at the party is coming too. Is that okay?" 

JJ doesn't elaborate the way he wants to. He doesn't add that if it's not okay, he'll gladly ditch them in a heartbeat. He'll do anything if it means getting to spend more time in your company. 

"Yeah, that's fine." You affirm, and he responds by pressing a short kiss to your hair that makes your head swim. 

"Perfect."

JJ sends you the address, and before you know it you're piling back into Sarah's car. Your anxiety spikes when see how packed the parking lot is and it only worsens when you walk through the door to a new environment overrun by college kids.

The guys are already inside, and you smile when JJ spots you and starts toward you. Within seconds his hand is on your lower back as he guides you toward a table full of rowdy guys that you somewhat recognize from around campus. 

He stops when you reach the group, and pulls you back into him with his arm loosely draped around your waist. 

"How'd you find a table so quickly?" 

You lean into his touch when he bends down to speak directly in your ear, but you still strain to hear him over the thumping bass from the dance floor. 

"This spot is always reserved for us. Player privilege." He explains, and you open your mouth to form an 'o'. 

"Ah, I see. So you abuse your status as captain?" You jest, and he looks back at you with a sparkle in his eye that you are beginning to realize is a sign of mischief. 

"I wouldn't say abuse. I'm an opportunist. If being captain of the hockey team happens to open doors for me, I'm going to walk through them." 

You smirk and tilt your head toward the bar. 

"So if you have the opportunity to buy a cute college girl a drink, you'll take it?" You half shout, and he really thinks he might be in love. 

"Only if she can kick my ass at beer pong and wears my jersey."

You can't help the wide smile that overtakes your face, and you swear your cheeks are going to be sore by the end of the night. 

"Looks like the Universe is on your side, then."

Two hours and one too many shots later, you're clinging to JJ like he's a lifeline and you've made yourself at home with his friends. Loud giggles leave both your lips as you lean further into his side while you watch one of the members, Bruiser, try and fail to get a girl's number.

Your eyes shine with mischief as you take a sip of your drink and tsk at the younger boy as he sits back down dejected. 

"That was brutal." You tease, and the entire table erupts in laughter when he flips you off and grumbles under his breath. Seeing you banter with his closest friends makes JJ feel warm and fuzzy, and he can't help but picture this same scenario but ten years from now with a ring on your finger.

Your eyes lock with Sarah's across the table as she mirrors your comfortable position with John B, and Kiara is in deep conversation about wildlife preservation with Pope. It's not exactly how you saw your night going, but to your surprise, you're having a lot of fun. 

"You smell good," JJ whispers and you tilt your head back to look up at him through long eyelashes that make his heart stutter. 

"I wish I could say the same, but you reek like old spice and athlete's foot." 

His mouth drops open and he puts his hand over his heart as he feigns offense before pinching your side and eliciting a loud squeal. 

"You wound me." 

Maybe it's the alcohol or maybe it's the way the neon lights buzzing overhead bask him in a bright glow, but before you can think you lean forward and press a kiss to his knuckles that are still laying flat across his chest. 

"Better?"

There's a certain innocence to your tone that tells JJ your motive was pure, but it doesn't stop his pupils from dilating with lust at the doe eyes you're giving him. 

He's mere seconds from stumbling over his words and carrying you back to his room when the bartender announces last call, and he breathes a sigh of relief. He doesn't understand why you specifically can fluster him so easily when he's spent years perfecting his craft, but he knows it's something rare and special. 

"We should probably get back." You sigh, and JJ resists tightening his hold until you morph into one body as you start to stand up. 

Sarah and Kie seem to notice your movement and excuse themselves as well, but not before exchanging phone numbers with their respective boys. 

"Do you need a ride? I can call an Uber and ride back with you so you don't get kidnapped." JJ offers only half joking, but you shake your head. 

"I haven't been drinking," Kiara interjects, and she almost feels bad when she sees the kicked puppy look on JJ's face. 

"Text me when you get back so I know you're safe?"

The sentiment causes a wide smile to pull at your lips and you nod before pressing a short kiss to his cheek. 

He watches as the three of you walk out with your arms around each other while laughing and John B shakes his head. 

"Is our little JJ growing up? Has he finally met the woman that can put an end to his wondering eye and dog-like ways?" He teases, and JJ flips off the group as they all make mocking kissy noises. 

"Fuck off." 

Meanwhile, you're subjected to the same torment the entire way back. Your head lays against the cool glass window as you try to block out the sound of Sarah and Kie's goading. 

"So you seemed really cozy." Kie smirks, and you roll your eyes before kicking the back of her seat. 

"Just friends, Keeks." 

She scrunches her nose at the nickname, a moniker you know she hates and that you only use when you want to get under her skin. She lets it slide though, and turns around with a scoff when she comes to a red light. 

"Yeah, friends totally look at each other like that." 

You groan loudly when you realize she isn't going to let it go, and breathe a sigh of relief when her attention is momentarily drawn back to the road when the car behind you honks. 

"I treat him the same way I treat all my guy friends."

This seems to grab Sarah's attention and much to your dismay, she joins in suddenly. 

"No, you don't. You were friends with Rafe and Topper yet you never once let them get that close or gave them that big doe-eyed look you always have when you're talking to JJ."

"Okay, why am I being interrogated?" You whine, and the girls just laugh. 

"We just want you to admit that there might be more to your feelings than you're letting on." Sarah shrugs, and you finally throw your hands up in defeat. 

"Okay, fine! Maybe I have a little thing for him, but it doesn't matter. He's just in it for sex like every other college jock." 

You're about to go on a whole rant when your phone suddenly vibrates and cuts you off. You slide it out of your pocket just as you finally step out of the car, and your heart races at the name on the screen. 

"Oh." 

Sarah frowns and leans over, nearly knocking you down in the process to get a look at what has your attention. You angle it toward her so she can read better, and her eyebrows shoot up as she scans over the text. 

Did you get home safe, cupcake?

"Just in it for sex, huh? Last I checked guys like that don't care about your safety and well-being." 

You ignore her and focus on responding, just typing out a simple yes and hitting send. Barely a second passes before the bubbles pop up to show he's typing, and a smile tugs at your lips against your will. 

Good, because I expect to see you again at next week's game and if I'm lucky enough maybe even before then

You shake your head with a chuckle and the girls watch from the sidelines with knowing looks. 

hmm, we'll see

You don't wait for a response before heading into the house and your best friends are hot on your heels. 

"You're in deep this time, you know that right?" Kie asks, and you stop in front of your room just long enough to respond. 

"I know." 

At that, you close the door and head to the bathroom to start your nightly routine. 

After washing your face and brushing your teeth, you slip off your jeans and crawl into bed. In your still buzzed state, your inhibitions are down and you find yourself pulling the jersey up over your nose to inhale the now-familiar scent of JJ.

It doesn't take long to doze off, and even in your dreams, you seem to know that one way or the other, you're not coming out of this the same person.

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watch and learn (part one)

pairing fratboy! rafe cameron x female reader

rating explicit 18+

content warning drug and alcohol use

summary it takes one conversation with your college dorm neighbor to know you won’t get along. rafe is loud, rude, and short-tempered. after he overhears you talking about a disappointing fling, he loses his confidence in his sexual abilities and suggests you start hooking up to both improve your skills in the bedroom. you can’t stand him, but it’s too good of an offer to turn down.

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At first, you cut your neighbor some slack. Over freshman welcome week, you figured it wouldn’t be reasonable to expect him to be quiet.

But it’s Thursday of week two, well past quiet hours, and the bass of his music is nearly making your bed shake.

You assumed the guy you’ve heard but haven’t seen yet would settle down once classes were underway. So much for that.

You have a lecture early tomorrow. It’s past midnight and his music and loud conversations are still drumming through your wall.

You’d call the resident advisor, but you’d rather talk to him yourself so not to risk any bad blood that could form from you snitching on him. You sigh, get out of bed, and decide to finally face him.

Rafe takes another hit of his joint, leaning back in his desk chair while three of his frat buddies talk about the past week of rushing.

He just got accepted into his top choice frat and he’s elated. And if he proves himself, he’ll be able to move into the Sigma Chi house next semester.

He probably will never get used to living in such a small room compared to the mansion he grew up in, but at least the frat house will be an upgrade.

“Dude, I think someone’s knocking,” Blake says, slapping Rafe’s knee.

“Oh, shit,” Rafe laughs, high out of his mind. He pauses the music and ambles out of the circle he’s been sitting in.

When he opens the door to see a girl in pajamas looking up at him, her arms crossed and her lips pinched, he’s taken aback for a second. Damn, you’re pretty.

“Hi,” you say, failing to force a smile at the man towering over you. The smell of weed hits you instantly. “I live next door. I wanted to ask if you could please keep it down?”

He grimaces as his unseen friends jeer behind him. You notice the Greek lettering on his t-shirt. A frat boy. Of course.

“You’re in trouble, Rafe!” one of them taunts.

He props a big arm against his doorframe, his blue eyes trailing down your body.

“Were we being loud?” he teases, purposely playing dumb. He’s obviously wasted. And is giving off strong fuckboy vibes.

“I have an early class tomorrow,” you try to explain. “Can you at least keep the music off?”

“What, you don’t like it?”

“Listen… Rafe, right?” you say. He nods, his grin still so fucking smug. You tell him your name. “I’m not trying to ruin anyone’s fun, but-”

“That’s kind of what you’re doing,” Rafe interrupts. The way your face screws up when you’re pissed off is too cute for him to stop fucking with you.

“Don’t you have a frat house you can do this at?” you finally snap, gesturing to his t-shirt.

“You telling me I can’t be in my own room?” Rafe says, annoyance starting to prick at his skin.

“Not if you’re gonna keep people up,” you say.

“Turn around.”

“What?” you snap.

“I wanna know if I can see the stick up your ass from here,” he says.

His friends explode in laughter and he looks back with a wide smile.

“I fucking hate frat boys,” you mutter more to yourself than to him. Rafe brings a hand up to his chest in mock offence. “And you’re not allowed to smoke in your room,” you add.

“You gonna tell on me?” He cocks his head, his hair falling over his forehead.

“Yeah, actually, I might.”

A man appears behind Rafe with a charming smile.

“Okay, okay,” he drawls to you, gesturing to dap Rafe up. “We should get going anyway.”

“Nah, man, you don’t have to,” Rafe says, immediately disappointed that his fun is ending.

“It’s late,” he says. The man nods at you with a smile.

“Blake,” he introduces himself to you. “Sorry about the noise.”

“Thank you,” you say through gritted teeth, wishing Rafe had half the manners his friend does. He shuffles past you, followed by two other guys who say their goodbyes to Rafe.

“Happy?” Rafe mutters, all the playfulness from his tone now gone.

“Thrilled,” you say, turning to get back to your room.

The next afternoon, you’re on the phone with your friend, Liv, as you make your way back to your dorm room after a full day of classes.

She’s trying to convince you to come to a party at a frat house tonight. You’re exhausted after a long day, but she’s right that you need some fun.

“I can’t be out long,” you say on the phone, pushing your key into the lock. “I’m tired. And honestly, already kind of stressed out over school.”

“Maybe you’ll meet a guy who’ll take your mind off things,” Liv suggests. You snort.

“The last guy I hooked up was such a disappointment,” you tell her. You try to twist your key. It won’t budge. “I almost faked my orgasm, then was like, it’s not even worth it.”

Liv laughs.

“They should know when they suck,” she says.

You wiggle your key, your fingers starting to hurt.

“Exactly,” you say. “Plus, he wanted to try this position and… I don’t know, I felt too nervous to do it. It was just a failure all around.”

Finally, your key twists and make it into your room, clueless to the fact that Rafe heard everything.

That night, you’re at the Sigma Chi house, two drinks in, when you spot your neighbor playing beer pong across the room. Shit. You’re sure this is his frat.

You already told Liv about your encounter with Rafe, so you nudge her and point him out.

“That’s my fuckboy neighbor,” you say.

“You didn’t mention how hot he is.”

“Wait until he opens his mouth,” you tell her, earning a laugh.

Honestly, Rafe does look good. He fills out his t-shirt so well, his backwards hat pushing his hair out of his handsome face.

Rafe glances around the crowded room and catches you staring at him. Even though you irritated him the first time you spoke last night, heat fills his body once he realizes your eyes are on him.

You quickly look away.

Despite how much of a tight-ass he thinks you are, he’s glad to see you tonight. What he overheard you say on the phone a few hours ago has been weighing on his mind. And his ego.

He finishes up his game of beer pong and the alcohol rushing through his system convinces him to find you and ask you what he’s been mulling over.

“Are you lost?” a voice says behind you.

You turn to look up at Rafe, who’s ducking down so you can hear him over the music. You glance back at Liv, who raises her eyebrows and turns away to give you privacy.

“Or do you actually know how to have fun?” he asks. You sigh as you glance back at him.

“I do, without the expense of people’s sleep,” you reply, a sarcastic smile on your face. “Crazy concept, right?”

“I figured it out,” he says. “Why you’re such a tight-ass.”

“I am not a tight-ass,” you reply.

“It’s ‘cause you can’t get off. I heard you,” he says. He sees embarrassment wash over your face. You know exactly what he’s referring to. “And I’m the loud one?”

You look away, regretting that you didn’t stop to think your voice would float into his dorm room. Fuck.

“Does that actually happen?” Rafe asks. “Girls fake orgasms?”

Your eyes dart up to meet his and you scoff a chuckle.

“Yes,” you say. “What, you didn’t know that?”

Rafe shakes his head. Admittedly, he’s been wondering if any girls faked cumming with him since he overheard you. It’s kind of a blow to his ego.

“Ouch,” you laugh, regaining your confidence. “Let me guess. You thought you had a perfect track record.”

“How can you tell that a girl’s faking it?”

You take a sip of your beer and he can’t help but notice the enticing way your lips look glossed with moisture.

“Every girl’s different,” you say. “But for the most part, you can… feel it. You know… down there.”

You’re glad you’re drunk for this conversation. You doubt you could have it sober.

“How?” he asks, genuinely curious.

“I’m not helping you with this,” you say. “Especially after you were such a dick to me.”

Rafe smirks, looking down. You notice he has really cute dimples. Shit. The fuckboy is charming you.

“Let’s start over,” he suggests. “I have an idea.”

“You can have those?” you ask.

“I heard you say you were nervous trying a new position,” Rafe says, ignoring your chide. You look down in unease again.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” he says. You look at him again, speechless over how forward he is. “We can help each other. You show me how to make a girl cum and how to know I actually did it. And I’ll let you practice whatever you want with me until you feel confident.”

You freeze for a second. Is he seriously suggesting you two fuck… to get better at fucking?

“Oh, you’ll let me?” you say, his proposal admittedly making your stomach numb with anticipation. “You’re insane.”

“Maybe,” Rafe says with a shrug. You realize he’s being totally and unabashedly serious. “What? Do you need time to think about it?”

You take another sip of your drink, the cold beer spilling down your throat.

He is insane. But he’s also attractive. Charming. Confident. Would it be so crazy to start hooking up with him?

You’d have the guarantee of an orgasm, without wondering if the guy you’re with cares enough about getting you there, and you’d get practice so you don’t feel as insecure next time you’re with a guy you actually like.

“I’m in, only if you promise to actually respect quiet hours from now on,” you finally say.

“Great sex isn’t a good enough deal?”

“Who’s to say it’ll be great?”

“So, I have to tiptoe around my own room,” he says, his temper flaring.

“If you consider not blasting music at night tiptoeing, then yeah,” you retort.

If Rafe wasn’t sure of it before, he is now: you’re hot when you’re pissed off.

“Fine,” he relents. He’ll probably be moving out next semester anyway. He fishes his phone out of his pocket and opens a new conversation. “Text yourself so I have your number.“

You hand him your cup in exchange for his phone. You send an eggplant emoji to your number. He takes a sip of your drink and you scowl.

“Are you that selfish in bed, too?” you say.

“You can let me know,” he quips. You roll your eyes at him and take your drink, giving him his phone back. Rafe chuckles when he sees the emoji you sent yourself.

“I will,” you promise. “I’ll call you out on everything you do wrong. If you can take it.”

“Okay,” he says. “Tonight?”

Wow. He’s eager. It’s kind of thrilling that he wants you this badly.

“Maybe,” you say. “If I’m not too tired when I get home, I’ll text you.”

Rafe’s chest tightens with excitement. His hot, mouthy neighbor is actually doing this with him.

“Sure.” Rafe juts out his bottom lip, nodding, as if this conversation is completely normal. He’s so casual about it. This feels unreal.

You give him a small smile. Probably the first genuine one you’ve offered him. Okay. You can admit to yourself that you’re looking forward to hooking up with him.

You stay at the frat house for another hour, hanging out with Liv and a few other friends you made, before you make it to your dorm just before midnight.

After changing into pajamas, and the nicest set of bra and panties that you own, you text Rafe: i’m home if you want to come over.

About ten minutes later, you hear a knock at your door. You open it to see Rafe standing with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his gray sweatpants.

You’re sure he knows how good he looks when you notice the outline of his length. He did this on purpose.

“Eager,” you say. “Were you already home?”

“I was quiet, huh?” he boasts, stepping into your room. He takes a second to soak in your space, eyes travelling over the way you’ve decorated.

“What the fuck? Your room’s bigger than mine,” he says.

“They’re all the same size.” You settle on your bed, glad he’s so comfortable about this, not making it awkward at all. Truthfully, the beer has worn off, and you’re kind of freaked out.

But this is what you’re doing this for. So you can stop being so nervous about sex.

“I’ll show you my room and you’ll see for yourself,” Rafe says. You watch him pace across your space to study the photos on your wall.

His eyes travel over the snapshots of you with your family and friends, your smile bright and pretty in every image.

With Rafe’s back turned to you, you take in the way his broad shoulders stretch out his white t-shirt. By the slight curve in his back, you can tell he’s not just lean, but muscular, too.

“How long are you expecting this… arrangement to go on for?” you ask.

“Until we’re both satisfied,” he says confidently, turning to meet your eyes.

“So, you’re aware you won’t be coming out of this with a girlfriend, right?” you assert.

While Rafe is attractive and charming, he’s also rude and narcissistic. You don’t want him to think you’re interested in him in that way. This isn’t a romance.

“Oh, yeah,” he huffs. “I’m not gonna be in college tied down to one chick.”

You scoff. Yup. Definitely no romance here.

“Maybe don’t call a girl a chick,” you say. “At least not to her face.”

“Right,” Rafe says with an easy laugh. He slowly steps towards you, his eyelids heavy as he looks down at you. “You have nice tits.”

You feel your skin burn, looking down at your chest in your tank-top. Rafe hardens the longer he looks at you.

“How sweet,” you say flatly.

Rafe smirks and sits down next to you, getting right to business as he pulls you in for a kiss. His lips are warm and surprisingly soft. He tastes like cinnamon toothpaste and smells like aftershave.

He’s a good kisser. But you expected as much. By his confidence and the fact that he prepositioned you the way he did, you can tell he’s experienced with girls.

You feel his hand slide up your body and squeeze your breast. You sit back, disjointing your lips.

“Slow down,” you tell him. “Do you always go right into groping a girl like this?”

“Yeah?” His brows furrow.

“Okay, some might like it,” you say. “But most want foreplay. You have to give me some time to get turned on.”

“Aren’t you already?” he asks. “We’re kissing.”

“We’ve been at it for like, a second, Rafe. Just because you’re…” You look down at the tent in his sweatpants. “Ready, it doesn’t mean I am.”

“So, what should I do?” he asks.

“Just… don’t rush,” you say.

Rafe nods and leans into kiss you again, his hand cupping your waist this time. He doesn’t usually like kissing that much, typically wanting to jump right into sex, but the way your tongue runs over his is actually sort of nice.

A few moments later, his fingers dip to pull your top off. When Rafe sees you in your bra, he swallows hard. Why does he feel like this is his first time seeing a half-naked woman?

Probably because he’s being graded, he realizes.

“Wow,” he breathes. You look down, scratching your neck. “Damn, you do get nervous.”

“What?” you say.

“When a guy says wow, take the compliment,” he states.

You shyly shake your head and pull him in for another kiss to brush past the moment. He catches on, pushing you back.

“I’m teaching you shit, too, remember?” he mutters. “Don’t be shy. You’re hot.”

“Alright,” you groan, tugging at his shirt. “Take this off.”

He smirks and obeys, hoping he at least partly got through to you.

When your eyes roam Rafe’s bare torso, your heart pounds harder.

You continue making out, and he eventually slowly unhooks your bra. He peels it off and slowly cups your breast, fondling and gently squeezing.

“Is this too hard?” he asks.

“No, it’s - it’s good,” you sigh. You remind yourself this is supposed to be instructional. “You should… um…”

“What?” he asks against your lips. “Stop being shy.”

“Play with my nipples,” you say, cheeks burning. “Some girls like that.”

“Do you?”

“Yes.” He looks down at your chest and softly pinches you, then rubs his thumb back and forth. “Good.”

Rafe is entirely hard now, your praise making him ache to be inside you. But he’s here to learn. He needs to go slower.

He dips to put his mouth on your chest, his lips locking around your nipple. You let out a shaky moan and he knows he’s doing something right.

Big hands gently press against your hips to push you onto your back. You settle on your firm bed, hands roaming over his smooth back.

He shifts to give your other breast the same amount of attention, coating your nipple in his warm spit. You bite your lip, feeling your stomach tighten in arousal.

“Can I go down on you?” he rasps.

You meet his eyes. Rafe realizes just how pleased you look already. It’s really gratifying.

“Yeah,” you whisper. He eagerly pulls down your bottoms and panties in one move, losing his breath when his eyes take you in.

“Goddamn.” His voice is strained. You’re already glistening and he wants to put his mouth on you immediately.

“Go slow there, too,” you say. “Kiss my thighs first.”

“Okay,” he says, nodding urgently. It’s satisfying seeing him listen to you like this, considering he doesn’t seem to care for rules.

Your thighs are so damn soft against his mouth. He peppers kisses up your skin. It’s taking all his willpower not to start eating you out right now.

Your breaths are shallow as he leaves languid, tender kisses on you. You feel his fingers stretch your lips apart and hear him sharply inhale.

“Now?” he asks impatiently.

“Yeah. Lick everywhere,” you say, “but pay the most attention to my clit. You know where it is, right?”

“I’m not that fucking helpless,” he mutters. You can’t help but laugh.

He lowers his mouth onto you and you tremble immediately. He laps at you for a few seconds, a groan escaping his lips.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “You taste really fucking good.”

“Do you always talk like that?” you ask.

“Yeah, is it okay?” Rafe says, suddenly tense.

“It’s amazing,” you admit. “Keep doing it.”

“Yeah?” he says with a smile. He points his tongue over your clit, wriggling it over your flesh.

“That’s good,” you tell him. “Make your tongue flat, too. Switch between the two.”

You feel him nod against you, avidly taking every tip.

“And suck a little,” you tell him. Rafe didn’t think he’d like being bossed around, but the way you’re telling him what feels good and making him better at eating pussy is rewarding.

He starts to suck at your clit and the way you moan tells him everything he needs to know. He sucks harder and your breath gets shaky.

Rafe is desperate to see how the inside of you feels, even if it’s just with his fingers. He shifts to slowly dip a finger in your cunt and glances up to look at you.

“Can I finger you?” he says.

“Yes,” you nod. “It’s good to ask. Start with one.”

He slowly sinks into you, stopping at his knuckle. You’re so tight.

“Shit, baby,” Rafe whispers. “I know you’re gonna squeeze my cock so good.”

Your head is spinning. You’ve never had a man talk to you like this before. This is what you’ve been missing out on, hooking up with guys who didn’t care about your pleasure? It feels unfair.

He adds a finger, curling into you and feeling you clench around him as he continues to work your clit. You look down to enjoy the sight of his head between your legs, the tips of soft dirty blonde hair tickling your skin.

It’s intoxicating, being taken care of the way you want to be.

Rafe’s jaw starts to get sore, but your noises give him the drive to keep going. Eventually, your thighs press against your ears.

“I’m gonna cum,” you mumble. “Don’t stop.” Rafe’s stomach twists with excitement, fully alert and eager to take mental notes.

Your breath stops, your muscles tense, and your walls flutter around him as you meet your peak. Sparks of pleasure fire throughout your body and you tug at the roots of his hair.

He keeps sucking and licking and pumping his fingers until you shuffle beneath him, overstimulated.

“Okay,” you sigh. “Good, that’s good.”

Rafe sits up, his lips wet with your arousal. You look happy, yet somehow kind of guilty. He makes a mental note to figure out how to make you unashamed for having a sex drive.

The way you’re panting is making him so fucking turned on that it hurts.

“I need to fuck you,” he says.

“Yeah,” you say breathlessly, hoping he’d say that. “Do you have something?”

He nods, pulling a condom wrapper out of his pocket. He takes his pants and boxers off at the same time and he springs out.

You never thought you’d think a cock could be perfect, but there’s no other way to describe it.

He leans over you, looking down as he lines himself up and slowly sinks into you. You watch him shut his eyes with pleasure, but when he opens them again, you look down at his body.

“So shy,” Rafe teases, his voice thick. “Make eye contact.”

You listen to him, meeting his eyes. It adds an entirely new level of pleasure and vulnerability, looking at each other while he starts to rock in and out of you.

He starts to thrust faster, revelling in the way your tits are bouncing with his force. His strokes are deep and powerful and you whimper over how nice it feels.

His balls feel tight already. He never cums this fast. There’s something about you that’s making his body react like this. But knowing you already orgasmed, he doesn’t let himself overthink it.

“Feels good?” Rafe asks with amusement in his tone. You moan in response. At least he doesn’t need to improve on this part.

He goes harder, losing his rhythm as he reaches his climax, trembling over you. The way he breathes through it is so unbelievably hot to you.

Once Rafe slows down, he collapses on top of you, his chest pressed against yours.

“How was that?” he mumbles.

“I don’t think your ego needs to get any bigger,” you say breathlessly. “But that was good.”

“Just good?”

You laugh. Okay, it was fucking mind-blowing. He doesn’t need to know that, though.

“Yup,” you say, patting his shoulder. “Let me up.”

“What - what could I have done better?” he asks, sitting up off of you, pulling out. “I listened to everything you said. I swear, I never cum that fast.”

You smirk. He’s desperate for the praise.

“Fine,” you say. “It was amazing, okay? Don’t let it get to your head, frat boy.”

It definitely gets to his head. You can tell by the way he’s smiling.

“What position did that guy want you to try? Wanna do it?” he asks. You shake your head in disbelief. He could probably go all night.

“Next time,” you say, exhausted, your muscles weak.

Rafe’s disappointed, but he doesn’t show it.

“Okay,” he agrees. “Next time.”

part two

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if I loved hated you in another life | three

He glowed under the moonlight, his skin like honey, his hair like wavy sands. Normally she would refuse, or mock him, or tell him he was crazy for even thinking it, but lying down on the warm sand to gaze at the stars sounded a little too good to refuse.

She made herself comfortable in the sand, lying by JJ's side and watching for shooting stars. He nudged her arm and he said, “Wanna play a game?”

She dared to say no, but then uncharacteristically, she said, “Okay,”

“You gotta pick a constellation, then I gotta make up some kinda wild story to go with it. Can't be any of those real mythologies, gotta be all from up here.” He was pointing to his head and winked.

Kie smiled, but made sure he couldn't see it, and simply said again, “Okay.” She pointed up to the center of the sky, “Hercules.” 

“Hercules? Look here, we gotta give ‘em our own names, alright? Callin’ them by their real names takes all the fun outta it.” 

Kiara rolled her eyes, “Then what do you call Hercules?”

“Well, I've always called Hercules ‘Dancin’ Crab’. Seems more fittin’.” 

She turned her head a little, realizing he was right, it did sorta look like a crab. More than it did a demigod and far more than the cancer constellation looked like one. “And what's the story behind the dancing crab?” 

“Eh, you picked a borin’ one. It goes somethin' like this…"

OR

JJ and Kie stargaze on the beach, but she definitely still hates him, even if she keeps imagining what it would be like to kiss him.

Read Chapter 3 on AO3 :)