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Did he do this to you? | JJ Maybank x reader

Summary: You and your husband move back to Kildare. JJ is your safe haven.

A/N: based/inspiration from the book/movie It Ends With Us. DV warning. !!

A bit rusty, I haven't wrote anything in a while and started this a while back. Hope you enjoy it!

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!! Warning: domestic violence, violence, abuse, verbal abuse. Please don't interact or read if this is a trigger. I do not go into deep details but it is the theme through out.

It had been 5 years since you'd stepped foot on Kildare Island. A broken heart had took you thousands of miles away. You twisted the ring around your finger, watching out the window as the familiarity set in. When your husband had mentioned a new job opportunity, you never would have expected it to be Kildare, yet here you are. You knew there was no arguing.

"Well this is a shit hole." Your husband grunts in disgust as he takes the drive through the cut.

You recognized familiar homes, people you grew up with. You did a double take at the mailbox with the letters "Maybank" across it.

Your husband pulls you from your thoughts, "Lock your doors." he says as he coasts to a stop at the red-light. A few people hanging around a worn down building. It used to be the hangout place for the Kildare kids. You'd spent many hours there, good and bad decisions were made.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, knowing none of the people would mess with you guys. "They won't bother us."

"How do you know? I'm driving a brand new Mercedes and they look like druggies."

You sigh softly, deciding it wasn't worth the energy to argue. "If you take the next street up, there's a short cut to the country club."

You would be living on the water at the country club. A whopping $1.2 million dollar house, a $25,000 initiation fee and extra $5,000 a month just to be a part of the club. You'd married into the type of people you despised growing up.

"Where do you see yourself in 5 years?" He asks, fingers tracing the back of your hand on his chest.

You two are sprawled on a blanket in the sand, watching the sun set on the horizon. You smiled softly, tilting your neck up to look at him, "I see us, here." You bite your lip, sitting up on your elbow, "You own your own surf shop on the water. I'm a teacher at the elementary school. We're married.. still hopelessly in love." Your eyes twinkle at the dream.

JJ kisses your hand, "You've got it all thought out, don't you?"

"Every detail."

He chuckles softly, "Sounds like the perfect life."

"Any life with you is the perfect life." You lean forward and catch his lips in a kiss, "I love you JJ Maybank."

"I love you too." He whispers softly against your lips, "With everything I have."

If only you'd never left. Would your life have looked like what you'd dreamed of?

You and your husband had met in college. You'd fallen quick. He was romantic, thoughtful and overall perfect. That should have been the first sign. It was too good to be true.

He never showed his true colors until after you two had married. After he had you roped in and you had no way of leaving. He'd controlled every aspect of the life you two lived, meticulously planning, locking you down with a lock and key. He'd convinced you to quit school, where you were close to graduating and becoming a teacher.

He'd broken you. He'd broken your spirit, your confidence. Convinced you no one would ever love you like he did. That you wouldn't make it without him. And you blindly believed and followed him. You were his puppet.

You two settled into the home. Your movers and designers did everything. You didn't have to lift a finger.

"I need to go to the store and get groceries." You mention at the breakfast table. Your husband is typing away on his computer.

"Didn't Martha go to the store a couple days ago for us?" Martha was your house maid.

"She did, but I wanted to gather what we needed for the party Friday." You push yourself to his side, taking a seat in his lap, you wrap your arms around his shoulders, "I want to make sure your party is perfect."

You were the housewife and it would be the first gathering at your new home, hosting your husband's new colleagues and wives. It needed to be perfect, he'd reiterated multiple times.

He takes his card out of the wallet and hands it to you. He controlled the money. He loosely wraps his arms around your mid section.

As you stare at him, fingers running through his hair, you feel a light tug of love in your heart. He was a handsome man, with dreamy eyes. You love this man and could make it work with him, you say to yourself. Everything is going to be okay.

"It better be perfect." He tightens his grip on your hips, a warning to you.

And just like glass your dream shatters, reality setting in.

You nod, "it will be." you force a smile, leaning to kiss him. "I'll be back later."

"I'll be on the course, but I expect dinner at 6." He releases you, giving you a soft shove as you step away from him.

"You better change clothes and do something with that hair. Put some make up on too." He calls out to you, "People know you're my wife, you need to look perfect."

You stepped out of the Mercedes and headed into the grocery store, unfolding your list as you grabbed a cart. You were grabbing vegetables for the appetizers.

"y/n?"

You turned around to see Sarah Cameron. She had been one of your best friends.

"Oh my god." You look her over, she hadn't changed at all, still looking the same. A wedding band on her finger.

She smiles, "It's so good to see you!" She leans in and hugs you, "You look the same as you did 5 years ago!"

"So do you!" You give her a squeeze, "How have you been?"

She holds her hand up, "Well John B and I finally got married," Her face is glowing as she tells you. She looks as in love as she was 5 years ago.

"Oh Sarah, that's amazing." you smile, "I'm so happy for you!"

"What about you? How as life in the city?"

"It was an amazing. I moved back here.. with my husband."

You think you see something sad flash across her eyes, but she moves on, "How wonderful.."

"Yeah, we moved into the country club, Bleaker street?"

"Wow," Sarah nods, "the country club. You definitely moved up in life."

You laugh and nod, "definitely a different life than the cut."

"I'm happy for you, y/n." She says genuinely, "look," She glances at her basket, filled with lunch meat and snacks, "I have to go, I'm meeting John B and JJ-"

"JJ?" you ask, your heart fluttering at the even mention of him.

"Yeah," She nervously bites her lip, "We're heading out on the boat this afternoon. but I would love to catch up another time. Here's my number." She pulls a piece of paper from her purse, scribbling her number on it.

You recover and nod, "I would love that."

She leans in again for another hug, "It was so great to see you."

Sarah went back and forth with herself, debating on whether to tell JJ who she saw. John B notices right away something is bothering her.

"What's going on in that pretty head of yours?"

"You'll never guess who is back in town."

He raises an eyebrow, "Who?"

"Y/n."

"What? Seriously?" He leans against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest, "How do you know? Did you see her?"

Sarah nods, placing the sandwiches in the cooler, "I ran into her at the market. She's married," She whispers the last part, glancing to make sure JJ was still outside.

"Oh shit," His eyes widen, surprised.

"And living in a house in the country club. Bleaker street."

John B knew of the houses, "Shit, really?" His eyes widen even more, "Damn. Her husband must make good money."

She nods, "Ive been debating on telling JJ, I don't want him to see her and be caught off guard ya know?"

He shrugs, "he's a big boy. He was heart broken at first, but he knows it did them both good, making her leave."

Sarah sighs and nods, "I-"

"What are we waiting on? We're wasting daylight." JJ interrupts at the screen door, tapping on the door frame.

Dinner was laid out on the large granite table by the pool, a couple candles to keep the bugs at bay. The table had cost a fortune and been flown in specially for you, but your husband didn't say anything. He wanted the best of the best for this house, wasting no penny. A bright and beautiful flower arrangement in the center. The table could seat 6 but was only set for two tonight. You reach across the table, gently adjusting the flowers and placemat. It needed to be perfect. You couldn't risk anything setting him off, especially after a day on the course.

You heard a car door slam, three different sounds of laughter. His colleagues must have come with him. Glancing nervously at the table, set for two. It was too late, they were already entering the gate nearby.

"hey doll," Your husband greets with a grin, he has a sway in his walk. Too much to drink on the course. Two men dressed similar in golf attire fall in behind him.

"Hi baby," You meet him with a glass, whisky neat. His dinner drink of choice, "How was golf?"

He presses a kiss to your cheek, sloppy and he smells of booze, maybe even a little perfume. "These fuckers kicked my ass."

"He's a horrible shot." The one guy laughs, you believe his name is Charlie.

"Hey but it won us a lot of money," The other one adds with a chuckle and pat on Charlie's shoulder. You couldn't remember his name. Hunter? Paul? Aaron?

"Lucky day for you." Your husband points his finger between the men, "Don't get use to it."

As you all near the table, your husband sees it set for two. "Thought I told you to set the table for two more?"

"Yes-I um was just about to get the other place settings," You force a smile through shaky lips, "I wanted to greet you with your drink and a kiss first." You add, hoping to save yourself.

He glances you over, an approving nod at your attire and cracks a smile, "I've got her trained well," He teases to the boys, one arm reaching around your waist and bringing you against him.

You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding. You feared this would be what set him off, but it had worked. You saved yourself this time. "You boys sit down, I'll go get plates and drinks." You slip away from your husband, "Whiskey okay?"

The men nod, taking a seat at the table.

The sun was beginning to set, a bright orange and pink tint in the sky. The weather was warm, but that perfect warmth that didn't leave you sweating and wishing you were inside with AC.

John B had took a seat next to Sarah, JJ taking the driver's seat for the ride back. The boat treaded softly in the water, a no wake zone in this channel. Nothing but marsh and water on one side and lining the other, the multi million dollar homes of the country club.

Time seemed to slow down when a familiar laugh filled JJ's ears. He'd know it anywhere. Even after 5 years, your laugh was burned in his memories.

Standing near a table, he spotted you instantly. You somehow looked the same, but so different. You were dressed in something he'd never expect you to wear, handing out drinks. His heart leaped out of his chest at the sight of you. 5 years had passed and he never expected you'd have come back to Kildare.

He watched as the man you were standing next to pulled you into his lap. How was it even after 5 years, he could tell when you were uncomfortable? He'd pulled you into his lap dozens of times and never did you look like you did at that moment.

As the boat passed, it caught your attention. Your heart skipped as you realized who it was. For a moment a thought crossed your mind. A vision of you running down the dock toward him, into his arms, where he could take you away from here.

Your husband squeezing your thigh brought you back to reality. "Look at that piece of shit. Should that even be allowed on the water?"

The boat hadn't changed and the HMS Pogue letters faded. Oh the memories.

"Fucking Pogues man." Charlie states.

You unfortunately had not escaped your husband's anger from the evening. You touch the tender area around your eye and cheek, red and beginning to bruise.

He'd already come up with a story for your injuries. You'd had too much to drink and fell down the stairs. He'd place the storyline with Charlie and Aaron (you finally figured out his name) that night as you'd sipped on your second glass of wine, not at all tipsy.

"Easy on the wine baby, you know how you can get," He says, rubbing your back, "She sometimes drinks too much and gets pretty clumsy," He tells them and they laugh at the story.

You only hoped it would be gone enough to cover up before the dinner on Friday. He'd find someway to place blame on you.

It was Thursday night and your husband had been invited to a dinner at the country club with a few more of his colleagues. You tried to talk him out of making you go, but he was insistent, even with your bruising.

"Doll, there's nothing to be ashamed of." He says cradling your cheek with one hand, "Everyone has a little too much to drink sometimes. You just get so clumsy." He sighs, "I'm just glad it wasn't any worse."

He was such a good liar, you almost believed you actually did trip and fall down the stairs.

"Me too," You force, playing along to his lies. Your energy to argue or fight this, was gone. You realized even though you'd moved to a new city, it would still be the same life you lived before. Full of lies, narcissism, abuse. You'd never be able to escape it. People would eventually catch on to him, question him and you'd be packing and moving once more.

You entered the country club, arm looped through your husbands. You'd done your best with the makeup to cover up the bruises. Thankfully the lighting had gone to its evening dim and helped in hiding them. You approached the table where his colleagues and wives were sitting. Charlie and Aaron included.

"Go get us a drink," Your husband orders after introducing you to everyone. You could feel their eyes on you and your bruises, but no one said a word, keeping to themselves.

You make your way through the crowd, taking a seat at the bar. You're glancing over the menu when the bartender steps in front of you, "What can I get started for you?"

Oh that voice. Your eyes meet his blue ones. A look of shock comes across his face, his smile faltering as he eyes your bruises. He wasn't a stranger to bruises.

"Hi JJ," You manage to say with a smile, "Crazy seeing you here."

His eyebrows furrow, but before he can say anything, your husband shows up at your side.

His large hand placed on your back, "What's taking so long?"

Your eyes flicker to your husband, "I was just-"

"My fault sir, I was telling her the drink specials for tonight." JJ interrupts, forcing a smile. "I sometimes talk too much."

Your husband nods, "Well, less talking. Whisky neat. She'll have a water."

"Coming right up, sir," JJ forces a nod, trying to keep his anger and emotions at bay. He glances your way before making the drinks.

Your husband doesn't miss the glances JJ is giving you. You feel his eyes on you. You make no mistake to even glance in JJ's direction. You try to keep your focus on your husband, "I have the menu set up for tomorrow's party."

"That's lovely dear."

"Here's those drinks," JJ slides the drinks across the bar, "Sorry about your wait."

Your husband nods before taking his drink and turning away to head back to the table.

You're careful in your long dress to slide off the stool, "Thank you,"

"y/n-" JJ starts, but stops himself at the look and subtle shake of your head you give him before heading back to the table.

JJ can't think straight the rest of the night, recognizing the bruises. He keeps a careful eye on the both of you during the night, wishing you would slip away for just a moment, a moment he could have alone with you.

You're no stranger to JJ's eyes on you the entire night. You're careful not to engage, scared your husband may notice. Your husband was a jealous and possessive man that you treaded lightly to avoid that part of him.

"I'm going to the bathroom," You whisper to your husband, a kiss on his cheek.

He glances at the bar, "get me another drink on your way back." He grips your wrist as you stand and turn away, "No flirting with the bartender this time." His eyes and grip are enough warning.

As you make your way back to the restaurant, you're pulled into another room by surprise.

"What the-JJ!"

"I needed to talk to you. Away from him," His eyes are soft as he takes in the injuries. He reaches his hand up toward your jawline and doesn't miss the subtle flinch. He's still hesitant but does it anyways, cupping your cheek, he whispers, "Did he do this to you?"

"I fell, down the stairs," You reply, tears welling up. "I had too much to drink,"

"Yeah," He scoffs in disbelief, "I know a right hook when I see one y/n. Been on the other side of plenty."

"He didn't-I swear I fell," You're trying to convince yourself and him, but failing.

"That's such bullshit."

5 years is nothing when the woman he still loves has been hurt at the hands of another man. JJ's blood begins to boil, anger settling in, "I'm gonna kill him-"

"JJ no-" You grab his arm to stop him, "JJ, please don't make this harder on me."

"He hurt you, you think I can stand by and let that happen? I don't care if it's been 5 years since we've seen each other. No one lays a hand on a woman. He's a sorry excuse of a man."

"It's nothing I can't handle. Please, let it go." You beg.

"I'm not going to just let it go, y/n."

"If you want to help me, I'm telling you to leave it alone." You step forward, putting yourself between him and the door, a firm hand on his chest, stopping him, "I have to get back before he gets suspicious."

You turn around to exit the room and don't know when it happened, but JJ's hand is gripping yours. "Don't do this to me," JJ pleads, "I can't let you go back to him." His mind flashes to the worst. If he lets you go and does nothing, it ends in you hurt or worse dead.

"I'll be fine," You gently squeeze his hand, "JJ, I can handle it. I've made it this long."

Your fingers gently touch his as you release him, exiting the room with one more glance back and a reassuring smile. JJ's shoulders sag in defeat, watching you walk away from him. He doesn't think of himself as a religious man, but he prayed to God at that moment to keep you safe.

As you step back into the dining room, you try and calm yourself. Not only did seeing JJ stir up the old feelings, but it gave you hope. You'd known no one in the past cities, no one to confide in. You were utterly alone in your suffering. Maybe this could be your saving grace. Here you weren't alone. You knew people. Maybe JJ would be your saving grace.

Your husband's eyes trail behind you, watching as JJ walks in behind you toward the bar, his suspicion rising.

"Where's our drinks?"

You were flustered, forgetting completely to stop by the bar and get him another drink, "I-I, did you still want whisky? or something different?"

"When have I ever drank anything else?" He sits up a little straighter, eyeing JJ behind the bar, who's already been taking looks at the two of you.

"Right," You nod, "Sorry I'll be right back. I'm just exhausted, my minds all over the place." Flashing a small smile, you press a hand to your head.

You feel your husband's eyes burning a hole in your back, you slip into the stool, JJ already sliding the drinks to you.

"If you need anything else, let me know." He taps the napkin under your water.

At first you don't understand, but he's firm, "If you need anything, let me know." Tapping the napkin again.

You tilt the corner up and see his writing on the back, realizing what he's done. You weren't alone.

"What the hell was up with you and the bartender tonight?" Your husband asks as soon as the car door closes.

"What?" you ask in confusion, buckling yourself in, "Nothing."

"Don't!" His booming voice causes you to jump. "Don't fucking lie to me." He points an accusing finger at you, "I saw the way you looked at him. You want to fuck him."

"I don't-" Your shoulders sag with exhaustion. You were tired of treading on eggshells every moment you're around him. No matter how hard you tried to avoid setting him off, there was always going to be something you missed.

"Baby, I only have eyes for you," You reach over to touch his cheek and he grabs your wrist, earning a yelp from you.

"No cause I saw you two come back from the bathroom together." His anger boils and before you can react, his hand is around your throat, "You fucked him."

You're gasping for air, clawing at his hand. You can only squeak out a sound. For a moment you wonder if he's truly going to kill you. Here in the car, in the parking lot of the country club.

He gives one hard squeeze before letting go, "fucking whore. You just wait until we get home."

You gasp for air, beginning to sob, hand against your throat. For the first time you actually feared for your life and wondered if you'd make it through the night.

As soon as your husband arrives home, he exits the car with a slam of the door, stumbling his way up the stone walkway and into the house. Slipping the napkin from your purse you stare at the number.

You're only able to type out JJ before he's yelling at you to get inside. Hiding the napkin in your purse you get out of the car.

The rest of the night is a blur. You're lying on the floor of the foyer, curled in a ball. A sobbing mess. There's broken glass around you, a puddle of blood nearby, you're pretty sure it's from the gash on your head.

Your vision is blurry but you make out a figure coming through the front door.

"Oh god,"

Suddenly the figure is bending down in front of you, becoming clearer, "JJ," you croak out between sobs. Your saving grace. How did he even know?

"I'm here," He's smoothing your hair out of your face, "Where is he?"

"I don't know," You let out between sobs, "He's probably passed out somewhere now."

"I've got you," JJ carefully lifts you out of the glass, a shooting pain across your middle causes you to cry out. As he carries you out, John B and Sarah are on the front porch, horrified at the sight.

He gently lays you into the back seat of the car.

"H-how did you know?"

He's pressing a shirt against your head to control the bleeding, "All you texted was JJ and I just had a gut feeling."

"Hey!" Your husband stumbling out of the house. "Where do you think you're going!" He's waving something around. Before anyone can react, a gunshot rings out.

JJ's eyes are wide. Blood begins to seep through his shirt, creating a circle at his chest. "JJ-"

You awake with a scream, heart racing. It was only a nightmare.

"Hey hey---" JJ's at your side, "Shhh it's okay-"

"JJ-" Your hand finds his chest, no bullet hole. it was only a night mare. "He shot-"

"I'm fine, I'm okay." He's comforting you, hand caressing your hair, "It was a nightmare-not real."

Your head throbs, hitting you at once, wincing you press a hand to your head, a bandage wrapped around it.

"You have a pretty bad gash. No stitches needed, but you're probably going to have a horrible headache for a little while." JJ says.

"Last night- I don't even remember what happened." You slowly sit up, "I just remember coming home and walking through the door."

"You texted me. All you said was JJ and I just had this horrible gut feeling. I came home and told John B and Sarah about it. They wouldn't let me come alone. and it's a good thing." The anger is fresh as he thinks back to the scene that he walked in on.

"I would have killed him if they weren't there. You were on the floor in all this glass. Blood was everywhere. I thought you were dead." He shakes his head at the memory. His heart had stopped, thinking he was too late. He made sure you were okay and safe in the car before he tore through the house and found your husband on the back porch, smoking a cigar. JJ attacked him. He'd blacked out in anger to the point John B had to yank him off.

"I've already spoke to Shoupe. Your husband's probably sitting in a jail cell right this moment."

"No one ever believes me.." Tears fill your eyes as you think back to the times it's been swept under the rug. "it was always my fault."

"Not around here." JJ shakes his head, "You've got people here." He takes your hand in his, "You've got me."

The flood gates open with full emotion. Your body shaking in sobs. JJ takes you into his arms, holding you against him. "I never should have let you go." He tightens his arms around you, "I'm not letting you go this time." Pressing a kiss against your hair, he promises himself. "You're safe with me."

A bit rusty, be kind. Also, I apologize for any grammar errors. Thanks for reading! likes, comments and reblogs are always greatly appreciated.

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 4 months ago

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YOU HAVE A KID!!!!!!!!!!

I do!! She's almost 17 months old 🥺💖

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 6 months ago

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Heyy! I was wondering if you could write a part 3 to the Rafe Cameron and Maybank reader story? Maybe set two years after part2, showing how Rafe, Y/N, and Jackson have grown into the family they always wanted. They could even have a new baby girl, just a few months old. Then Sofia shows up wanting to rekindle things, adding some slight angst as the reader (and JJ) worry Rafe might leave again (miscommunication). But it all ends in fluff, giving them the happy ending they deserve. Just an idea—feel free to adjust it! Love your work!

Aww thank you!!! I think that would be a great idea. Perfect amount of angst and fluff!

Thanks for sending this in. I will start working and brainstorming on it as soon as I can! Xx

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 6 months ago

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Hi!! Do you take requests for Elijah Mikaelson?

I do! I can’t guarantee it gets done cause my personal life is busy with work and raising a 14 month old. 😔

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 6 months ago

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A Changed Man | Steve Harrington x reader

Summary: Steve is a different guy now that you have graduated and he’s hanging out with better friends.

A/N: found this while cleaning out my drafts!

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You’d gone off to college and now first year was over and done with and you’d be heading home for summer break. Robin was the only person you kept in touch with and when she told you she was now friends with Steve Harrington, the king of Hawkins and the person (one of) who made your high school life a living hell.

“Bullshit.” You tell Robin over the phone as you pack your suitcase, “There is no way you’re friends with Steve Harrington now and saying he’s a better person.”

“I swear, y/n. He’s a completely different guy from high school. I mean he’s nice, caring. He’s loyal and funny-”

You laughed out loud, unable to believe that. Steve, Carol and Tommy made your life a living hell. Well, Carol did, but most of the time, Tommy and Steve joined into the bullying.

“When pigs fly, Robin. He was a complete asshole. He always had a stick up his ass.”

“Well he finally figured out how to pull it out of his ass.” Robin defends, “he and I worked at Scoops Ahoy last summer and let me tell you, I was weary, but he proved himself worthy of the job. We’ve actually gotten closer. He’s great and he knows about my secret. Super supportive.”

“what about me? I’m supportive!”

“I never said you weren’t!” She groans, “Just get your ass home and you’ll see how much he’s changed. He’s actually coming with me to pick you up from the train station.”

“Robin!”

“I don’t have a car at the moment!” She defends, “He’s the only ride I have.”

You groan, immediately regretting the decision to come home, “That’s it, I’m not coming home.”

“Bitch. yes you are. I’ll see you in a few hours.”

“fine,” You mumble, “but if he’s an asshole, I have every right to slap the shit out of him.”

“deal, but i promise he’s different.”

“Whatever, I’ll make that decision when I get home. See you later.”

“Bye.”

You hang up the phone with a groan and throw yourself back on the bed. What had you gotten yourself into?

“What the hell is she wearing?” Carol snickered to Tommy and Steve as you walked by them, heading down the hallway to your locker.

The two gathered in on the laughter, Carol deciding to follow after you. “You gave us another reason to laugh at you.” Carol taunts as you open your locker. “4 eyes.” She whispers, erupting in laughter with the other two.

“You’re such a nerd. And this is just the top of the cake!” You had the unfortunate luck of having an eye exam over the weekend where they prescribed you glasses. You knew this would happen. Tears welled.

“oh look at her now she’s going to cry!” More laughter. What you didn’t see, was the hesitation on Steve’s face every time they did bully you.

They always found something to bully you about, making your life hell. You’d met your breaking point when Carol tripped you into Steve, where his entire lunch tray covered you with spaghetti. Your blouse ruined with sauce.

Steve started to apologize, but it was lost in laughter that erupted in that cafeteria. You were mortified and ran out of the cafeteria sobbing.

Robin looped her arm into yours as you two headed to the parking lot where Steve was waiting, leaned against his car.

You groaned at the sight.

“You promised you would be nice!” Robin reminds.

“All I did was groan!”

“It was a disgusted groan.”

As you approach Steve is all smiles, “hey, I’m Steve.”

You nod in greeting, “I know who you are.”

“Robin says you use to live in Hawkins. Went to Hawkins high.” He opens the trunk for you, “but I can’t seem to place you!” He reaches to grab your bag from you, where you’re in complete shock. He seriously doesn’t recognize you? He and his pack of goons bullied you for years!

“Huh.” You move around him to put the suitcase in yourself. “Yeah I mean you had a stick so far up your-”

Robins hand covers your mouth, “be nice!”

You lick her hand and she quickly removed her hand with a look of disgust. “Gross!” She wipes her hand on her jeans.

Steve watches the interaction in confusion, “am I missing something here?”

You turn to him with a forced smile, “I didn’t hang out with…. Your crowd.” You force out, “was typically a quiet girl in high school.”

“Ah gotcha. Yeah I was more of a jock type.” He slams the trunk closed, “did you ever come to a basketball game? I was in the basketball team.”

"Sports wasn't my cup of tea."

It was relatively quiet on the ride home. Robin sat in the back seat, making you sit in the front with Steve. You had to admit he smelled good, but reminded yourself he's a jerk.

"We're going to a party tonight." Robin announces.

"What? No!" You abruptly turn in your seat to look at her, "Hell no."

"Yes." She nods, "It's the annual summer bonfire."

"yes I remember what it is. I'm not going. I don't want to see all the assholes from school."

Robin groans, "No, you have to go. You have to show yourself off, look at you!"

You miss the up down look Steve gives you from the driver's side and his slight adjustment in the seat. "You should come it will be fun. Have you ever been to one?"

No because you and your goons bullied me into never wanting to leave the house. "No, I haven't."

"Then ya gotta come! It's a great party."

And that's why now you're chugging your 3rd beer down, hoping to alleviate the nerves. You recognized everyone at this party.

"Need another?" Steve offers a solo cup and you're happy to take it.

You mutter a "thanks,"

"So what are majoring in at school?"

Before you can answer a guy, who is visibly drunk and reeks of beer, stumbles into you, his hand finding your ass as he grins at you, "you wanna come home with me pretty girl?"

"What the fuck!" Before you can push his hands off you, Steve is already slamming his hands into his shoulders, "Fuck off, Bryan! What the hell man, you think you can just put your hands girls?"

"Tha hell Harrington!" Bryan tries his best to straighten himself.

"apologize to the lady."

"Fuck no-"

Steve grabs him by his collar, yanking him toward you, "I said. Apologize." He says thru gritted teeth.

The guy blubbers an apology and Steve tosses him aside, where he staggers away.

"Sorry about that," Steve runs his fingers through his hair, "Are you okay?" He places a hand on your shoulder.

You nod, "I am-but-" You're in shock, Steve Harrington just defended you. What has this world come to? You're staring up at him, eyes wide. It would be hard not to admit you felt a little attraction to him. The way he'd pushed the guy and grabbed him by the collar. You could see the muscles through his shirt.

Steve smiles, "Anyways, back to our conversation. What are you majoring in?"

Maybe Steve Harrington had changed.

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a Second Chance | Rafe Cameron x Maybank!reader

Summary: After being in a secret relationship with Rafe and becoming pregnant, he denied the entire relationship, making it known your son wasn’t his. However, he can’t deny it for much longer - your son is the spitting image of Rafe.

Part 1

A/N: This is a continuation of the fic above. This can be read as stand alone or you can read the other first for a bit of background on how things played out and telling Rafe you were expecting.

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Your son's giggles were music to your ears. You smiled in adoration at his uncle JJ chasing him through the yard, his little toddler legs moving as fast as they could. He loved his uncle JJ. And his other aunts and uncles too. After all the drama with Rafe, he and the other Pogues stepped in, becoming your village and boy are you glad you had them. You wouldn’t have been able to do it without them.

Rafe continued the story, the baby wasn’t his and you were never in a relationship. However, as time has passed, people are starting to get suspicious, especially as your son grows because he’s the spitting image of Rafe. It is getting to the point, Rafe truly can’t deny him.

“Come on boys, let's get to the beach before it gets crowded,” You call out to JJ and Jackson; the other Pogues loading up in the Twinkie. You and JJ worked hard, going in half on a car that JJ rebuilt to make it drivable. JJ knew the Twinkie wouldn’t be a safe vehicle to transport his tiny nephew and made it his mission to find you something sustainable and reliable.

“Mama!” Jackson squeals as he nears, jumping into your arms.

You laugh and kiss his head before placing him in his carseat and securing him. “Ready to go to the beach?”

He nods with a big grin; Rafe’s smile. The smile you’d fell in love with. You can’t deny it doesn’t hurt a little when you look at your son, because staring back is Rafe and all the hurt that came with him. But you wouldn’t trade Jackson for anything in the world. He’d brought light into your life and filled your broken heart. Jackson is so smart and intelligent, even at only 3 years old. He’s got a sweet and loving personality and he loves when he can make you laugh. And Rafe is missing it all, time he will never get back.

After settling at a spot on the beach, you all unpacked, setting the chairs and umbrella up. Pope dropping the cooler under the umbrella with a grunt, “jeez what the hell did you guys pack in that thing.”

Jackson started tugging you toward the water, “come mama!”

“No baby hold on, let's put sunscreen on first. Then you can get in the water.”

He pouts but stops tugging, letting you lather him in the sunscreen.

“Once mama is finished me and you can go check out those waves!” JJ holds his fist to Jackson, who returns with a fist bump.

“Alright you’re finished!” You kiss him on the head and he takes off toward the water with JJ. JJ picks him up and wades into the water with him. Jackson laughing hysterically as the waves crash against them.

“beer?” Kie asks, as you take a seat in the beach chair next to her.

"Yes thank you,” you sigh, taking a sip, “I love that the beach is nearly empty-”

Loud music catches you and the other Pogues attention, watching as a couple trucks and a jeep drive thru the sand behind you. You recognized Topper’s jeep and groaned.

“Please keep driving..” Sarah pleads.

“Anywhere but here.” Kie adds.

“Of course.” John B says as they stop a little ways down the beach, “This entire beach and they pick that spot?”

You take a sip of your beer, nearly choking on it as you see someone hop out of the dark blue truck. Rafe.

“Shit.” Kie mumbles.

He rounds the truck and opens the passenger side, another person gets out of the truck and it’s Sofia.

Sarah places a gentle hand on your arm, “you gonna be ok?”

You give her a reassuring smile and nod, “Yeah, yeah. I’ll be fine.” You gaze out at the ocean, JJ has noticed the kooks and he looks over at you, a look of concern on his face. You nod at him, letting him know you’re okay. He continues to play with Jackson, holding his hand as he stands with his toes in the sand, jumping over the waves as they break against the beach.

“We’re both adults here. Maybe me more than him but it’s ok.” You glance between Sarah and Kie, “He’s living his best life - while I raise our son that he denies is his.”

John B squeezes your shoulders, “And you’re doing a damn good job at it too.”

The rest of the Pogues pipe in, “Hell ya you are,” “You’re killing it.”

“Thanks you guys,” Your eyes dance between the Pogues, “I couldn’t have done it without you guys,” Your eyes grow teary, “Ok okay stop you guys are gonna make me cry,” You shake your hands out, wiping your face, “enough sappy talk. Let’s enjoy our beach day!”

Rafe watches you and the Pogues playing with Jackson by the water, taking a sip of his beer.

Sofia comes up beside him, wrapping her arm around his waist, “Her son is cute,” She says with a smile, looking up at him.

He hums in response, not pulling his eyes from you and Jackson. He knew now, there was no denying Jackson. He looked just like him. Topper flat out asked the other day if Jackson was his.

“He looks just like you man.”

Rafe shrugged, “I don’t see it. He’s not mine though. She was screwing everyone on the island. There’s no telling who the father is.” He tried to keep up with the lie, but Topper wasn’t stupid. Topper knew you weren’t sleeping around, you’d never been like that. But he let him continue the lie, dropping the topic completely.

“I bet our kids will be cute.”

Now that caught his attention. He snaps his head toward her, “What?”

Sofia smiles, “When we have kids, I bet they will be cute.” She’s in dreamland, wondering what life with Rafe Cameron would be like. Getting married, having a big house on the island, having kids etc etc. Little did she know, Rafe wasn’t planning a future with her.

He nod and takes another sip of his beer, deciding not to say anything.

“Jackson wait-”

Rafe turns in time to see a ball rolling his way and Jackson chasing it. You weren’t too far behind.

Rafe bends down and picks up the ball, staying at Jackson’s level as he approaches. Jackson is hesitant to take it.

“Jackson, you can’t just run off-”

Rafe feels like he’s staring at a mirror. Topper’s right, he looks just like him. The little boys eyes are innocent and he’s overcome with a feeling he can’t describe. He feels protective of the small boy in front of him, like a father would. A surge of love flowing through him. How could anyone leave this boy without a dad? How could he have abandoned his son? Something changed the moment he looked into Jackson’s eyes.

“Here you go, buddy,” Rafe holds the ball out to him with a smile.

Jackson hesitantly takes it, looking up at you, with a small pout on his lips, “Sorry mama, my ball.”

Rafe slowly stands, the two of you coming face to face for the first time since you told him you were pregnant.

“It’s ok baby, you just can’t run off like that.” You run your fingers through his hair. You will yourself to meet Rafe’s eyes, “Sorry about that, we’ll get out of your way.”

“It’s ok.” Rafe can’t seem to tear his eyes away from you. Is it possible to be more beautiful? Motherhood treated you well and he’s overwhelmed with pride to know you did it all on your own because of his stupid decision. His stupid immature decision.

Your eyes glance to Sofia, who steps up next to Rafe, pulling him from his trance, “your son.. he’s adorable.��

You give her a small smile, “Thank you.”

Rafe is mesmerized by you. He doesn’t know what’s over come him but the feelings that he buried deep inside have started bubbling to the surface.

“Jackson, you know you’re not suppose to talk to strangers.” JJ takes a dig at Rafe as he approaches, scooping up Jackson in his arms.

Rafe’s jaw clenches at JJ’s comment. Stranger. He’s no stranger. He’s his father- but he catches himself. JJ’s right. He truly is a stranger to him and he has no right to call himself his father.

Jackson wraps his tiny arms around JJ’s neck, snuggling into his shoulder. That stirs some jealousy within Rafe. He should be the one hugging his son and playing ball with him on the beach. He should be the one there, the three of you as a family.

“We better get back. Sorry for bothering you guys.” You apologized, following JJ back to the rest of the pogues.

Rafe watches you walk away, his heart aching. He should have told you the truth. And he shouldn’t have lied all these years about Jackson.

JJ holds Jackson with one arm and wraps his other around your shoulders, “you ok?”

You nod, “I’m good. You shouldn’t have made the comment you did”

JJ rolls his eyes, “it’s not like it wasn’t true. He’s a stranger.”

You shrug, “I know but-“

“No buts. He’s a stranger to Jackson. Even if he shares DNA with him.” He snaps back.

It was a touchy subject with JJ and you knew the conversation was over. JJ was protective over you and he held a huge grudge against Rafe for abandoning the two of you. Especially Jackson. He wanted Jackson to have a dad, something you and him didn’t have growing up.

Rafe laid in bed that night with you and Jackson on his mind. He couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning the entire night. Sofia is sound asleep next to him. He squints, peering to check the time on the clock, 6:37 am. He sighs running a hand over his face before quietly getting out of bed and toward the shower. He wanted to see you again and talk. He needed to talk to you.

“Rafe?” Sofia’s sleepy voice calls out to him, hands feeling his spot on the bed.

Rafe comes to her side, showered and dressed, kisses her forehead. “Early meeting. Be back later.”

She hums and turns back over, falling back asleep.

He pulls up to the Maybank house a little while later. Glancing over in the passenger seat, coffee for you and him. He hopes you still liked your coffee with 2 creams and 2 sugars. He also picked up some muffins and donuts, unsure what Jackson would like.

He was nervous, gripping the steering wheel. Maybe he shouldn’t do this. He can still turn around and go home. You don’t even know he’s here yet.

He shakes his head, no there’s no talking him out of this. He needs to have this talk. He’s 2 years two late. Technically almost 3 years.

Well shit there’s no turning around now cause here you come walking toward his truck. He takes a deep breath, now or never.

He steps out of the truck, “morning.”

“What the hell are you doing here?” You ask tightening your robe around you, “it’s nearly 7:30 in the morning.”

“Brought coffee and breakfast.” He says, reaching inside to grab the coffee and bag. “I was hoping we could talk?”

“Now you want to talk? You’re a couple years too late Rafe.” You’re eyeing the coffee, yearning for your boost of caffeine.

He sighs, “I know, I have no right to show up here unannounced either but, after seeing you guys yesterday I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He offers the coffee, “two cream and two sugar?”

You nod, slowly reaching to take the coffee, “you still remember?” You ask, surprised. Even after all these years he remembered? You felt a soft tug on your heart. No y/n. You tell yourself, smooshing those feelings back down. It was not the time to go soft.

He shrugs, also handing you the bag of muffins and donuts, “It’s not the hardest coffee order, but yes I still remember. There’s muffins and donuts in there, I wasn’t sure-” He scratches the back of his neck, growing uncomfortable, “I wasn’t sure what Jackson liked.”

“He’s a fan of both. He pretty much will eat anything,” You turn and head for the porch, “Everyone is still asleep, let me put this inside and we can go to the dock.”

Rafe nods and takes the time to check out what all you two have done with the place. It was different than when he was here last, new dock and boathouse, the landscaping had been cleaned up and the house actually looked livable. Jackson’s toys were strewed around the grass.

“ready?” You ask, heading down toward the dock, Rafe following. You two take a seat on the bench at the end of the dock.

“So, now that Jackson is older, people are starting to notice how much he looks just like you. You can’t keep up with whatever lie you’ve been spreading. Are you here to try and make me come up with an excuse for where his father is? So, you can go about your life?” You ask, bitterly.

“No, that’s not why I’m here. I’m here to step up and apologize. And explain my immature behavior.” He stands back up, pacing the dock in front of you. His nerves are getting the best of him. He had this speech all planned out but sitting in front of you, he’s forgot what to say. “I wasn’t in the right head space. And I for sure wasn’t ready to be a father. You saw what I was like. I was drinking, partying. Hell, I was even doing coke at that point.”

You sit quietly, sipping your coffee as you listen to him. It wasn’t anything you didn't know, to tell you the truth. You also were doing all those things at the time, minus the coke, but as soon as you found out you were pregnant, you’d stepped up and knew all of that had to come to an end. You were going to be a mother.

“I was doing the same things, Rafe. I don’t see that being an excuse. I stepped up when I needed to because I had too. It was something you needed to do as well, but you weren’t ready to give up that life yet. You weren’t ready to give up your lifestyle to become a father.”

“I know. and that’s the truth, I didn’t want to give up my partying lifestyle for a kid. I was also scared what people would think of me, getting a girl from the cut pregnant. No one even knew we were dating-”

“So you were ashamed of me? You’re really not doing yourself any favors right now-” You scoffed, standing, “I get it, Rafe. It would have been the worst thing for a kook to get a pogue pregnant. People would have judged you and never looked at you the same-” You turn to head back toward the house. “I’m so tired of this kook vs pogue bullshit.”

“Baby-” He gently grabs your arm to stop you, letting the pet name slip, “I mean y/n- That’s not what I was trying to say. Fuck, this is not how I wanted this to go. Please, I’m trying to apologize. I was an immature kid back then and I’m here now to apologize, make things right and take responsibility.”

“Rafe,” you sigh, “we’re doing fine right now. Without having you in our lives. We’ve made it work. It’s been 3 years, just let it go. I’ll keep on with the lie, you can continue to live your life how you want. Get married, have other kids. Whatever you want to do.”

“I don’t want to do that, y/n. That’s what I’m here for. I want to be apart of Jackson’s life. A part of your life.” His hand has slipped down from your arm to your hand, his thumb subconsciously caressing your skin. “Please give me another chance. I’ve changed. I promise I’m not the man I was before. My dad has made me a manager at his company. I have a steady job, a house of my own. I’m not the immature teenager I was before.” His eyes are pleading for another chance to do the right thing.

You don’t know how to describe it as you stare into Rafe’s eyes, that they look the same as they did when you fell in love with him, but have a different softness to them. He’s genuine. But you don’t know if you can trust him. He broke you and you weren’t ready to open those doors again. You weren’t ready to open yourself back to him. You had Jackson to think about now and had to take his feeling into account. Could you trust Rafe?

“What about Sofia? What does she think of all this?” You remove your hand from his, crossing your arms over your chest. “She seems like a great girl.”

“If I’m honest with you, I haven’t talked to her about it. Me and her aren’t serious.”

“Maybe you should go home and talk things over with her. I can’t make a decision now. I need time to think it over.”

His shoulders sag in defeat, but he ultimately nods, “Take all the time you need.. I’ll be here waiting.”

Rafe left your house and immediately went to Tannyhill, hoping he could catch his dad before leaving for his meeting at 11. “Morning Rose,” He greets as he enters the kitchen, Rose is drinking coffee at the island, Wheezie next to her. He kisses Wheezie on the head, “Wheezie,”

“Morning,” They say in unison.

“Is Dad still here?”

“In his office,” Rose nods, “He had a couple things to finish before the meeting.”

“Thanks,” Rafe heads toward his office, knocking, “Dad?”

“Come in,” Ward calls out, “Morning Rafe, you ready for the big meeting this morning?”

“Ready. But I was hoping to talk to you about something.” He takes a seat across from Ward’s desk. Ward can tell there is something on his son’s mind and closes his laptop to give his full attention.

“What’s going on?”

Rafe takes a deep breath, clasping his hands together to stop them from shaking, “You know y/n Maybank?”

“Yes-” Ward says, leaning forward a little, “What about her?”

“Me and her dated a few years ago.”

“Mmhmm.” ward nods, “What about it?”

Rafe takes another deep shaky breath. Ward begins to think about it, remembering she had a son. Who was about 3-

“The boy- Jackson. He’s yours?” Ward asks in disbelief.

Rafe gives a short nod, “I fucked up.”

Ward slowly sits back in his chair, taking it all in. Old Ward would have blown up, told Rafe how stupid could he have been. “How long have you known?” He asks.

“Since she told me she was pregnant.” He can’t help but get teary eyed, still on edge as he waits for his dad to blow up on him. “I told you I fucked up.”

Ward mulls over this new and shocking information. “Why wouldn’t you say anything?” Ward asks.

“I was terrified. Immature. I didn’t want to be a dad. I was partying all the time and wasn’t ready to give it up and be a dad.” He tells him honestly, “It was a shitty decision and I regret it.”

“You should have took responsibility son.” He sighs, “But I know you weren’t in the right head space.” He stands and rounds his large desk, taking the seat next to his son, “Rehab changed you for the better.”

Rafe nods, “I’m trying to fix things. I want to be in his life. I went to her this morning and we talked. She’s hesitant to give me a chance.”

“She has every right to be hesitant.” Ward defends, you, “That’s her son.”

“He’s mine too,” Rafe says, but sighs, “But you’re right. It is her son. I’ve given her no reason to trust me.”

Ward nods, “Time will give her that. You’ve done the hardest part. Admitted you were wrong and apologized.” He squeezes Rafe’s shoulder, “It’s time for you to take responsibility.”

Rafe nods in response, “I’m sorry dad. I should have told you the truth.”

Ward agrees. He gives Rafe a small smile, “So I have a grandson, huh?”

Rafe was in agony. It had been a week since he talked to you. You hadn’t tried reaching out yet and he was starting to get worried that you weren’t going to give him a second chance. He’d called it quits with Sofia, who didn’t take it easily, but she admitted she knew she’d seen a change in him after the beach day. And had admitted she’d wondered about Jackson. She saw the resemblance and the way Rafe had looked at you. He was still in love with you.

You’d told the Pogues that morning over breakfast, JJ had flipped.

“Like hell he deserves another chance!”

“JJ, you don’t get to make the decision, I do.”

JJ had left with a slam of the front door. He come back a couple hours later, calm and agreed. It wasn’t his place, but he still didn’t trust him. He didn’t want to see you hurt again.

JJ had left with a slam of the front door. He come back a couple hours later, calm and agreed that it wasn’t his place, but he still didn’t trust him. He didn’t want to see you hurt again.

Your heart is pounding against your chest as you take the stairs up to Rafe’s front door. You looked around the outside of the house. It was a nice, expensive house on the water. Two story on stilts as most houses near water are built.

His truck was parked under the house so you knew he was home.

You took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Rafe was surprised to see you at his front door. It had been a week and he was beginning to wonder if you were even gonna make a decision. The longer it took the more he felt he wasn’t going to get his second chance.

“Hey,”

“Hey,” you point inside, “can I come in so we can talk?”

“Yeah yeah of course.” He opens the door wider for you to enter, closing it behind you.

The place was clean and sleek. It looked like a bachelor pad.

“You want anything to drink? I’ve got water, juice, a beer..” he chuckles softly, motioning to the kitchen.

You follow him into the kitchen, “Water is fine,” You lay your purse in the chair at the island. “I’m gonna be honest, I’m nervous.”

He fixes you a glass of water and you take a chance to look around the room.

“no need to be nervous,”

You see in the corner of the living room there’s a small kids battery powered jeep and a couple other shopping bags around it.

He sees you have noticed the stuff and slides the water to you, “my dad.. he uh he bought it for Jackson and Rose picked up a few things for him too.”

“Thats’s very sweet of them. But wait, you told your dad?” You’re surprised and look to him, “I thought you hated him.. you guys didn’t have a great relationship.”

“We patched things up after I got back from rehab.”

“Rehab?” You ask shocked, “I didn’t know, when did you go to rehab?”

He clears his throat, “few months after we broke up. Or I broke things off. Ward found me half dead on some laced coke I bought and when I woke up he made me go to rehab. Best decision I could have made.”

“That’s awesome, Rafe. Im happy for you. I know having a better relationship with your dad was what you always talked about wanting.” You give him a soft smile.

“Yeah yeah it’s good now.” He heads toward the back deck overlooking the water and you follow taking in the view but Rafe, he’s watching you, taking you in.

You catch him watching you and can’t help but blush, “why are you looking at me like that?”

Now he blushes, embarrassed he’d been caught, “sorry, we can sit here to talk.” He takes a seat on the couch and you take a seat on the other side.

You take a deep breath, “I’ve done a lot of thinking over this.”

He nods, hands clasped together he places his elbows on his thighs leaning closer, “yeah?”

You look at him, “We’ll start out easy and slow. He’s not to know you’re his dad yet. I want him to be comfortable with you. He doesn’t truly understand the whole dad thing either, so I don’t want to confuse him. We call all hang out together first and then if I feel comfortable enough maybe you can take him on your own for a couple hours. I don’t trust you yet, Rafe. You broke that trust and I need time. But I believe everyone deserves a second chance. And I want Jackson to grow up with a dad who loves him. Something JJ and I didn’t have growing up.”

He resists every muscle in his body not to hug you. “I can be that. I will be that.”

He reaches over and you let him take your hand, “thank you for this.” He gives it a gentle squeeze, “you don’t know how much this chance means to me.”

A couple days later you and Jackson meet Rafe at his house, planning to spend the day there. Rafe had asked you a million questions about Jackson; his likes, dislikes, what toys he liked to play with, what he liked to do. He wanted to know as much as he could so he could be prepared for today.

“Hey!” Rafe greets at the door, “What’s up little man?”

Jackson’s shy at first and he peeks out from your shoulder at Rafe, muttering a quiet, “Hi.”

“He’s a little shy. And he just woke up from a nap.” you follow Rafe inside and he helps to take the bag off your shoulders.

“It’s all good. I understand.” He nervously wipes his hands on his shorts, “I got his favorite foods. The kitchen is stocked and-”

“Toys!” Jackson gasps, wiggling out of your arms and immediately taking off toward the pile of toys. The jeep Ward bought him was there and a couple other new toys Rafe picked up.

“Can I play?” Jackson asks, his eyes lighting up.

“They’re yours! You can play with them all. After lunch we can take that jeep outside and you can ride around the yard.” Rafe says, taking a seat on the couch to watch him.

“You didn’t have to get all these...” You sit next to Rafe.

Rafe shrugs, “I know but he didn’t have anything here. I want him to be comfortable.” He slips off the couch and sits in the floor next to Jackson, helping him open the toys. Rafe teaches him how to play with a couple of them, showing him how they work.

You couldn’t believe the change in Rafe. It was like a different man sitting in the floor. And the resemblance between the two was uncanny. Both had the same look of concentration on their face and you laughed softly to yourself after snapping a picture. Sarah had asked how it was going, so you sent her the picture. She was happy to know her brother was stepping up and also made a comment about their same look of concentration.

As you stared at Rafe, a new feeling was starting to take form. A longing for something more and hope that maybe you could get your happy ever after and your dream of a family to become a reality.

Comments, likes, & reblogs are always greatly appreciated! I love to read your thoughts on it.

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 6 months ago

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Hey how are you

Doing ok! How are you??

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 6 months ago

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For rafe you did a two part maybank pregnant reader telling him I was wondering what would rafe say or do if he seen the reader years later with her toddler baby that he denied being the father of who looks just like him

Oh now that’s a story to write!! Love the idea and will start brainstorming! Thanks for sending it in. 🩷

This is the fic anon is talking about. When I first wrote it, I couldn’t decide what kind of ending to leave it on so I wrote both!

**UPDATE: Part 2 down below!

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 6 months ago

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hiii! Could you maybe write about the ending of season 4, part 2 of obx, but instead of jj it’s the reader getting stabbed (reader & jj are in a relationship)

Hi!!

Yes it sounds like a great fic idea! Thanks for requesting

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 6 months ago

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What do you guys think of me writing a Rafe x reader fic where she’s the one trying to find the treasure and screws him over?? Thoughts? Extra ideas are very much appreciated to help brainstorm!! ❤️❤️

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 7 months ago

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Part 2 WAS. SO. GOOD.

Thank you so much 🥹 I feel like it was a little rusty but it turned out to be what I wanted the fic to be. I’m so glad you love it and appreciate you taking the time to let me know!!

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You're a Dead Man (Part 2) | JJ Maybank x Routledge!reader

Summary: After JJ has a run in with his father, he begins to spiral and doubt his abilities to be a father, leaving you wondering if you're going to be a single mom.

A/N: A couple people requested part 2 and a great anon gave me this idea! Hope you like it. Link for part 1 is down below, but this could probably be read as a stand alone too!

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“What do you know about being a dad? You’re gonna fuck that kid up just like I fucked you up.”

JJ replays the conversation with is dad over and over in his head. The anxiety growing even more intense. His hand shakes as he presses it into his heart.

He didn’t know anything about being a dad. His dad was right with that one. JJ had the bad genes; Alcoholics, drug addicts. The reoccurring jail time. The dead beat dads. It all ran in his family. A never ending vicious cycle that he was going to be continuing.

You recently had your scan, finding out you and JJ would be welcoming a baby boy into the world 20 weeks from now. A mini JJ. After needing to get back to work, both you and JJ split ways and headed back to work.

He was working on a boat motor in the local shop when his boss came to him, “Maybank, you got a visitor.” He threw his thumb over his shoulder.

JJ glanced up, expecting you or one of the pogues but didn’t expect to see his dad there, taking a drag of his cigarette, a subtle sway in his posture.

JJ mentally cursed, not wanting to deal with this.

“Take it out back. I can’t have customers walking up on his bullshit today.” His boss instructs, knowing Luke enough.

JJ wipes his greasy hands on his rag and jumps down from the ladder of the boat, heading toward his dad. “What the hell do you want?” He motions over to the right with his head, walking toward the side of the shop, Luke following with a stumble.

“Jesus Christ.” JJ mutters, smelling the alcohol on his breath.

“Heard you’re gonna be a dad.” Luke says with a slur.

JJ places his hands on his hips and nods, replying with a nonchalant, “yup.”

Luke sniffs, wiping his hand against his nose, “What do you know about being a dad? You’re gonna fuck that kid up just like I fucked you up.”

JJ couldn't believe his ears, “Did you seriously come all the way down here just to say this? I got work to do.” JJ begins to walk away but Luke roughly grabs him by the arm, “I’m not done talking to you, boy! Don’t you walk away from me.”

“You know it’s true. Do the kid a favor and stay away from him. We don’t need another fucked up Maybank in the world. Look at you, working at the local boat shop. You’ll never make it at anything else. You’ll never be able to give the kid a good life. Face it," Luke takes a step toward JJ, pointing an accusing finger in his face, "you’ll end up just like me, drunk trying to make it by in life wondering where it all went to shit.”

JJ rips his arm from Luke’s tight grasp, a red mark left behind, “you have no idea of what kind of dad I’ll be. As far as I’m concerned I know exactly what kind of dad not to be.” He starts to walk away, Luke continuing to slur and insult him.

“JJ you’re going to be a shit of a father! Don't say I didn't warn you. You'll be a sorry son of a bitch bringing a kid into this world!"

JJ's thoughts were running rampant. His mind slowly convincing itself his dad was right. He would never be a good father. He didn't know how to be a father. You and the baby deserved better than what he could offer you.

The old rock music thumping in his ears as he opened the wooden door. It smelled like cigarette smoke. The place started to get full as everyone begins to get off work.

"What can I get you?" The barkeep asks, cleaning the bar top in front of him.

JJ has his chance to back out of this. He glances down at his watch, you'd probably just be getting off of work and heading home. You told him at the doctor's appointment you would fix his favorite tonight. It was you and JJ's turn to fix dinner for the Pogues.

He knew he needed to leave and go home but his mind pushed his legs forward, taking a seat at the bar. He knew addiction ran in his family and this was bound to happen to him. His dad was right. Might as well speed things along.

"Whisky."

As you came close to finishing dinner, you glanced at your phone again, nothing from JJ. He should have been home by now. You'd called and texted but no response, you began to worry.

"Hey sis," John B greeted coming through the front door, Sarah following behind.

"How did your appointment go?" Sarah asks with a smile, pushing past John B to greet you. She was just as excited as you to find out the gender. Sarah had a bet with Kie - it was gonna be a girl. She just knew it and even placed a bet on it. She immediately frowns at your worried appearance, "What's wrong?"

"JJ should be home by now and I can't get in touch with him."

"Maybe he got stuck working late? I know he said he had to finish building that motor and wanted to get it done today." John B shrugs it off, popping one of the veggie pieces in his mouth, "I wouldn't worry too much about it."

"Yeah but," you shake your head, "He usually would at least send me a text to let me know. He knew I was cooking his favorite tonight and he said he wouldn't miss it. Somethings wrong, I can feel it." You place a hand on your growing bump, a sense of uneasiness flooding over you.

"Have you tried calling him?" Sarah asks, leaning against the counter with her arms crossed, "Like John B said maybe he's busy."

"I've called and texted." You look between your brother and Sarah, "Something's wrong, John B."

He sighs with a nod. He didn't need to hear anything else from you, he can see it was truly bothering you. "I'll find him."

"Thank you." You say softly.

He nods and kisses your head, "Anything for you."

JJ couldn't remember which drink he was on. 8? maybe 9? He was slurring his words, swaying. He'd become the center of attention at the bar, talking with a few people, laughing it up. He could feel his phone buzz and checked it, blinking his eyes to try and focus. The thinks it says John B but he can't be for sure.

One of the guys he'd been talking to slapped him on the shoulder, pulling him from his thoughts, he slid the phone back in his pocket.

"Another drink," JJ slaps the bar top.

"You sure? I think you've had enough," The bartender states.

"Oh come on, man, give him what he wants!" One of the guys says, "The fun is just getting started."

JJ saw the little baggie and the guys crazy eyes. JJ raised his eyebrows, "I don't know man." Even in his drunken state, you flash across his mind.

The guy places a hand on JJ's shoulder, "Live a little. You deserve it." And so JJ follows the guy and a few buddies out back.

John B went by his work to find the shop closed and moved on to a couple places to check. It was the 4th place, Blackbeards Bar, that he finally had someone say they saw JJ, but when he went to check out behind the bar, JJ and those guys were no where to be found. John B filled with dread.

He drove the Twinkie through town, looking left and right for any sign of JJ but didn't see him. He reluctantly returned back to the chateau where you and Sarah sat around the table. He dreaded having to return without JJ and explain where he was last seen. The bar was known to be occupied by the drunks and druggies. Luke was a frequent customer.

He could tell you'd been crying. You stood when he opened the door, "Did you find him?"

John B shook his head and saw your hopes get crushed, your body physically showing the signs. Your shoulders dropped, "he has to be out there somewhere, John B. Maybe you didn't look hard enough-" You snatched your keys off the table, storming past him, but he steps in front of you, "I looked everywhere. Y/n he was last seen at Blackbeards."

"he wouldn't-" you shook your head, "It had to be a mistake."

"He was seen with Luke's crowd, y/n."

And your world came crushing down.

JJ didn't know how he'd done it and made it all the way to the chateau but he did. He stumbled up the front stairs. The lights, indoor and out were on. He hoped he hadn't missed dinner. You'd cooked his favorite and he was starving. He belched as he kicked his shoes off, stumbling into the nearby shelf, something came crashing down. He giggled to himself, "Oh fuck."

The door swung open, there you stood in your gown and robe. He closed one eye, squinting to focus in on you and gives you a drunk grin, "there's my baby."

He's taken aback as you lunge at him, hands hitting his chest. it sends him flying back into the porch post. You probably could have just done it with your finger and knocked him over at how drunk and high he was.

"What the fuck?!" He manages to catch himself, "What the fuck was that for?!"

"You stupid son of a bitch! Do you know how worried I've been? It's 4 o clock in the morning! I was about to call the police!"

John B and the other Pogues stood at the door, watching this scene unfold. They committed to staying up with you, hoping to keep you company and keep you calm. You were only a few minutes from having another breakdown.

"Oh shit," JJ laughs, "It's 4 am? Time flies when you're having fun then." He straightens himself up, but stays with his back pressed against the post to keep himself from swaying. It didn't stop the room from spinning.

You didn't know whether to cry or scream. You were beyond angry; heartbroken that JJ had put you through something like this. Pregnancy hormones only made it worse. It was only in the light, you could see the white powder on his nostrils.

"Is that coke?" You ask in disbelief, pointing to his nose.

He quickly wipes it away with his sleeve, "no-"

You cry out, absolutely frustrated, "JJ, what the fuck is wrong with you! This isn't you. You're out late, drinking and now doing drugs with some of your dad's buddies? We're going to have a baby in 4 months. You can't do shit like this. You can't spiral. You have responsibilities!"

JJ could feel his anger boiling, threatening to blow. His entire body going hot, his face growing red, as he points an accusing finger in your face, "You don't get to tell me what to do."

You'd seen JJ get angry before, but had never had it directed at you. You couldn't believe you were about to say this, but he looked like Luke staring back. You could feel John B's presence beside you, ready to defend his sister. He didn't like the crazy look in JJ's eyes or how he threatened you.

You straighten your back, showing JJ you weren't afraid of him. You were pissed he'd done something like this, but when you thought more about it, there had to have been something that set JJ off. He was so happy at the appointment. Nervous, but excited to find out he was having a boy. He even made the comment, "My son will never feel the way I did."

From the time you departed to back to work, something had changed and the only thing that could have set JJ off would be his dad. You knew his anger wasn't meant for you.

JJ surrenders, "Go ahead, yell at me. Tell me how horrible of a dad I'm gonna be. How I'm gonna fuck that kid up just like I'm fucked up." He holds his arms out at his side, "The kid doesn't need me. If anything he's better off without me. You're better off without me." His eyes fill with tears, "I don't deserve this. I don't deserve a happy ending." JJ is defeated and emotional.

Your heart aches at the fact JJ would ever think that way about himself. He'd already proven to be a better dad than Luke would ever be and your son wasn't even in this world yet. "Is that what Luke told you? That you're going to be a horrible dad?"

JJ wouldn't meet your eyes. You step forward, hands cupping his jawline, willing him to look at you, "JJ Maybank, you've already proven you will be an amazing dad and our baby isn't even earth side yet. Me and him both will never be better without you because you complete us, you make this family whole." Tears fill in your eyes, seeing his doing the same, "You never felt a father's love and that has been your encouragement from the beginning. You know exactly how to be a father because you have first hand of what not to do. You've stepped up and become more than a father than your own will ever be."

JJ relinquishes into you, sobs racked his body as he held onto you as if you were his lifeline.

"shhh..." You ran your fingers through his hair in a calming manner, holding him. You stayed like that for a while, holding each other before you were able to lead him into the house where he passes out on the couch.

JJ sulks onto the front porch, his head pounding and body feeling like he was hit by a bus. You're leaned against railing, gazing out to the water. It was a calm morning.

"Morning," His voice is husky and he smells clean as he approaches you.

You glance at him, his hair is wet and he's in clean clothes. At least he showered. He reeked last night. "Morning."

"about last night-" He scratches the back of his neck. It had come back to him in pieces but he knew enough to know what happened last night - or well this morning.

"I'm only going to say this once." You're stern as you face him, "If you ever pull the shit you did last night, you won't have anyone to come home to. I'm here for you JJ, always. And you can't spiral like that ever again." You rub a hand over your bump, "Are we in an understanding?"

He nods, "I can't even begin to apologize or have the words. I should have come home to you two." He places an uneasy hand on your belly, "I'm not him. I never will be."

"I know you aren't." You loop your arms around his middle, laying your head against his chest, "You're more than he will ever be."

I hope you all enjoyed this part two and I hope I did it justice for those who asked for it! I feel like I'm still a little rusty as I get back into writing here and there, so please be nice and be patient.

Likes, comments and reblogs are always greatly appreciated!

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 7 months ago

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Requests are open for Outer Banks characters!

Also, I’m currently working on part 2 of You’re a Dead Man (JJ Maybank x Routledge!reader) and it should be posted soon! 🤩

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Request for chase stokes: reader has been dating Chase stokes. But reader has been getting hate from Chase's fans which he does not know about. Eventually chase finds out and comforts reader and confronts his fans

Just posted. I hope you like it, thank you for requesting!

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Hate | Chase Stokes x reader

Requested by @mirellef2001 / Summary: You receive hate from Chase’s fans.

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You couldn’t believe the things being said on social media about you, only because you were dating Chase. The fans were upset by the fact he wasn’t dating Madelyn anymore and blamed you for their separation, even though you started dating long after they had already called it quits.

Some comments were hateful, just pure hate for someone who had never met you. Tears stung as you continued to read through them, finally willing yourself to stop and close the app. You wiped a tear just as Chase walked into the room, towel wrapped around his hips, his hair wet from the shower. He can immediately tell something’s wrong, “You good? You look like you’ve been crying.”

You wave him off, forcing a laugh, “You know those sad tik Tok videos get me.”

He chuckles, kissing your forehead, “You have such a soft heart.”

Chase had enough on his plate with filming, interviews, etc and the last thing he needed to worry about was you being upset over strangers sending you hate.

“So, what do you have tonight?” You ask wiping your face with your hoodie sleeve, “Interview or party?”

“Just an interview. Nothing big tonight.” He begins to get dressed, slipping on a pair of sweat pants before crawling into bed next to you, “but for now, me and you time.”

You softly smile and kiss him, “sounds perfect.”

He gets comfortable against his pillow and opens his arms for you to lay against his chest. You doze off to the sound of his heart beating.

“So Chase, we know you and y/n have been dating for a little while now, how does that seem to be going?” The interviewer asks.

He smiles at the thought of you, “It’s going really well. She’s amazing. She’s super supportive, has the softest heart. She gets along well with the cast, and they love her.”

“That’s great! She seems to be a great girl. I know we got to talk a little at the last interview with her. Now,” the interviewer went serious, “We know there was some drama after the Madelyn split, has that been resolved?”

Chase scratches the back of his neck, “there really wasn’t any drama. I’m not sure why that rumor was spread but we split on mutual terms. We didn’t feel the relationship was going anywhere. We still remain great friends and y/n and her are actually the closest out of the cast.”

“Fantastic to hear. We know the fans were pretty hurt about the split and aren’t sure how to feel about y/n. Some sharing some harsh words on social media.”

Chase began to grow uncomfortable, he had no idea you’d had anything harsh said about you from the fans. You’d never mentioned it to him. “well it’s my life,” he laughs, “and I uh love her a lot. And I’m happy so-”

They quickly asked a few more questions about the show and finished the interview. Chase immediately took to social media, scrolling through your posts and checking comments. His heart dropping at the negative and harsh comments. He couldn’t believe his “fans” would say things like this and to someone who didn’t deserve it. Why hadn’t you mentioned this to him?This was not ok and needed to be addressed.

When he arrived home he found you curled up in bed watching one of your many shows.

“Hi baby- how did the interview go? “ you ask pausing your show and sitting up against the headboard.

Chase’s brows are furrowed as he loosens his tie, “why wouldn’t you tell me about what people are saying to you?”

Your shoulders slump as he nears you, taking a seat on the edge of the bed, “I didn’t want to worry you and I knew I could handle them.”

“But baby-” he takes your hands in his, “I need to know these things so I can address it. This isn’t ok and I don’t let stuff like this slide.”

You shrug, eyes welling up with tears as you think to some of the hateful things said, “I didn’t even do anything to them.”

“Oh baby…” he immediately scoots closer to you on the bed, and holds you against his chest, “no, you didn’t. None of what they’ve said was true. It’s easy to say mean comments from behind a screen and to someone they don’t even know. Please don’t listen to it. You know I love you.” He puts a heavy emphasis on you, cradling your head in his hands and making you look at him. “I’ll be addressing this tonight. I won’t let this slide.”

“No no- please Chase, just leave it? They’re going to immediately turn it around and place blame on me-”

He shook his head in response, “they need to know I don’t appreciate the comments.” Pulling his phone from his pocket he picks a recent photo of the two of you, immediately posting it to social media with a long status about respect, boundaries, not appreciating the harsh comments coming from “fans” etc.

There was an out pouring of sweet comments from fans telling you and chase how much they adored your relationship and how sweet of a person you were. Some even apologizing for the other “fans” comments.

Madelyn even liking and commenting how amazing you were. The rest of the cast following not long after each with their own sweet message.

“See, there are fans out there that love you.” Chase shows you his screen of the outpouring love. “Not that it matters what they think because I’m the one in love with you.”

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