JJ Maybank x reader , rafe x platonic reader
pretty long - ur in for angst, fluff, and more!
“Rafe? I really don’t think we should be here,” you told him, reaching out to hold his hand.
“Relax, Y/n, we’ll be in and out fast. And I’m doing all the talking,” Rafe ensures.
He held your hand without intertwining your fingers, it wasn’t necessarily a gesture of affection, you just wanted him close in this environment.
You looked at the overgrown grass surrounding the populated shack-like home. There was a trailer to the left of it. Just low class homes you were not very used to seeing on the Eight.
You’d like to consider yourself half a pogue. But the fact that this was a drug dealer’s home gave you the heebejeebies.
When you arrived at the door, Rafe entered first. At the same time an older man walked out.
“You should pop that collar, bro,” said the husky man. He then turned to you, eying you up and down hungerly. You gulped visibly, making him smirk.
Rafe pulled you inside, there were couches with people you didn’t recognize either popping pills or drinking cheap beer.
Your nose scrunched at the unpleasant scent filling your nose.
Rafe looked around, nodding at a few people, leading you to a back room.
“Hey Barry, what’s up my man?”
“What’s good, country club!” Barry responded loudly.
“Shoulda worn my wife beater,” Rafe told Barry.
Barry chuckled, “you couldn’t beat nobody, Rafe,” he paused, and moved to look around Rafe, you were standing behind him, trying to be as small as possible.
“Who’s this?” He smiled, locking eyes with you. You tried to look away, but you didn’t want to be rude.
“Oh her? No one,” Rafe said bluntly.
“What’s your name, babydoll?” Barry asked you.
Before you could answer, Rafe begin talking.
“Just leave her alone. You got something for me right?” Rafe said.
“C’mon,” Barry said gesturing for you both to follow him farther, you walked closely behind Rafe. Everyone judging you as you walked past.
“A’ight, a’ight, a’ight. Let’s see what we got here,” Barry added. Reaching his bedroom and pulling out a duffel bag.
You involuntarily took in a deep breath. You grabbed the side of Rafe’s shirt, trying to tell him with your eyes that you were uncomfortable and wanted to leave.
“Shut up,” Rafe shrugged you off, causing you to fold your arms and retreat back.
“We got a problem or somethin’?” Barry looked at you with an eyebrow raised.
“She’s fine, just ignore her,” Rafe tried.
“Nah..I can’t ignore a beauty like that. Get outta here and let the big boys talk, huh?” Barry said to you, jerking his head outwards.
You looked at Rafe for approval, “just wait right outside okay? You’ll only be alone for like 5 seconds,” he assured.
You looked down, feeling the nerves, “you don’t wanna be alone? I got someone for ya...Luke! Come here and keep this girl company!” Barry shouts, nearly making you flinch.
Rafe attempted to speak for you again, “Nah man, she’s okay-“
“It’s my place, bro, my rules,” Barry responded, shutting Rafe down.
You slowly walked out the door and down the hallway, running into an older man with nearly grey hair, his breath smelled like alcohol and he had a long chain around his neck with blue keys.
“Excuse me,” you said, trying to pass him.
“Come on with me, darlin’,” he ordered. He must be Luke. The one Barry was calling.
You followed him out to the couches, you didn’t want to deny him or else he might try something, so when he sat down, manspreading, you carefully followed.
“You look familiar! Have I seen you ‘round before?” Luke asks you, moving closer as he talks.
“I don’t..I don’t think so,” you answered softly.
Suddenly, he placed a calloused hand on your thigh, “you shouldn’t be in a place like this. But now that you are, I think it’s best we make it worth it,” he whispered.
“Um..” you immediately stood up, his hand falling from its position, “sorry! I just...I need to go...”
He stood up too, his key necklace jingling.
“You think you’re too good for me? What? Huh?” He shouted defensively, scaring you.
“No Sir...” you whimpered, too frozen to step away.
Saved just in time, you saw Rafe’s orange polo in the corner of your eye.
He grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him, he caught you off guard so you stumbled into his chest.
“Let’s go, Y/n,” Rafe said shortly, holding a bag of coke in his hand.
You frowned, and bit your lip as you followed him out.
Like you said before, half a pogue.
Currently, you were sitting in a hammock with Kie. Who was droning on about how both of you need to start a club at kook academy next year.
John B was on an upside down garbage can fumbling with his dads compass. And JJ was trying to teach Pope how to hackey-sack.
“Pope no! You just need to have and eye-foot connection...”
“Do you mean coordination?”
“Yeah that,” JJ rolled his eyes. Making you laugh. It was the first time you laughed today. Maybe it was because after that man at Barry’s you were on edge.
“JJ...I have a question for you,” you began.
“Why not me? I’m better at answering questions,” Pope asked.
“Shut up Pope. She doesn’t need google, she needs JJ-google...wait...” JJ was trying to finish his insult, but then he couldn’t decide. Causing Pope to throw an empty plastic waterbottle in his face.
“Pope, really?” Kie scolded.
“What he was being an idiot,” Pope shrugged.
“Not that...the fact that it’s plastic!” Kie exclaimed, they went on bantering and JJ approached you. He sat down carefully in the hammock you were in, careful not to flip you out of it.
“What’s up?” He asks. Brushing some hair off his forehead.
“I just wanted to know how to take the edge off...you know like..rhetorically...if I was on edge,” you explained.
“Uh...well I mean drugs work for me,” JJ blurted, you stiffened, remembering what drugs indirectly put you through today.
JJ noticed you tense, so he responded, “not like drugs drugs...just like a blunt or two. Never take pills...I know I never will,”
“I know. I was thinking more like...surfing or something. Would you go with me?” You asked, pulling your legs into your chest.
JJ’s hand involuntarily touched his rib, remembering a bruise he got from pissing off his Dad. He hasn’t been able to have proper range of motion the whole day.
“Uhh I’m not really feeling up to it today, sorry Y/n,” he denies.
You look at his gesture, and concerned, you gently grab his shirt and lift it up to see his torso, a soft purple and blue bruise decorated there.
He didn’t want you to know. He barely ever mentioned his dad to you, so he let you assume differently.
“If you keep getting into these fights with kooks I’m going to have to confine you to The Cut,” you ordered.
“But then I won’t be able to see you? That’s the only reason I’m even on The Eight,” JJ noted.
He moved closer as if to tease you. And that’s when a wave of discomfort passed through you. It was just JJ, but that didn’t change it. You clenched your fist and looked away from him. Trying to ignore your uneven breathing.
JJ pulled back, starting to stand and lean against the tree, “What’s got you on edge, someone I need to take care of?”
“No...no. I said it was rhetorical!” You argued.
“Yeah but your super fidgety. Something happened today didn’t it?” JJ looked at you, his manner no longer joking.
You didn’t answer, just looked at Kie and the rest of the group. Finally winding down.
John B said, “So...you guys all understand the plan for tomorrow? Pope?”
Pope nodded, “yup my dads letting me use his boat,”
“I’m gonna get the Hms pogue. JJ you think you could get the Phantom?” John B asked.
John B was organizing a group boating thing. You didn’t really know much about boats so you didn’t really understand.
JJ nodded, “got the keys from my dad,” he answered. Now happily lounging in the hammock.
You were sharing it with him, his legs at your side and yours at his.
He nudged you, smirking and making a few jokes.
You kept a straight face. And he took this as a challenge.
“Don’t smile! Don’t smile!” He demanded.
“Don’t try to work your reverse physiology on me, mr,” you said, fighting the urge to mirror his cheery nature.
He continued and your lips curled up into a smile, to which he cheered. “yes!! I win!”
“Yeah... maybe you won this one but...” you trailed off, your eyes staring at his chest. You could practically feel the fear running through your veins when you saw what was around his neck.
“She loss for words!” JJ joked, telling the rest of the group he could make you happy even though you were very down.
“JJ...” you breathed, staring at the chain around his neck, it was long and had a blue key at the end.
“What?” He asked dumbfoundedly, maybe thinking you were worried about his bruise again.
Your eyes remained locked on the key as flashbacks went through your mind.
The man you saw today wearing it. What that man did to you.
“JJ...what...how do you have that?” You studdered, using your eyes to point to it.
JJ looked down at his chest and fondled the key in his hand, “this?” JJ asked.
You didn’t want to think, if you thought you would find a connection between JJ and that man Luke.
You decided to get up, maybe retreat to inside the Chateau.
“These are the keys to the Phantom...are you okay?” JJ asked, seeing you flustered.
“Uh I’m gonna head out...I just forgot I have to go meet Rafe somewhere,” you came up with an excuse.
“Uh hold up! You’re not getting away from me that easy,” JJ smirked pulling your waist into him.
You lost balance and fell into JJ’s chest. Your head was near his shoulder, and you looked up at him with frustration.
“Augh!” He grunted, “should’ve thought that through,” he said, you landed right on his bruise.
“Yeah...can um you let me go. Please?” You remembered you were still freaked out on why he had that key.
“Fine. But tell Rafe he can go fuck himself,” JJ shrugged.
After what he put you through today, gladly.
You felt surprisingly guilty for lying to the pogues. But that coupled with the nerves and discomfort you were feeling was nothing.
When you entered your house you went straight you your room. Collapsing on your bed.
“Wait why did she leave?” John B asked.
“What did you do to her, JJ?” Kie accused.
JJ didn’t know the answer to that either, “Nothing! I don’t know! She just freaked when she saw this,” JJ grabbed the key around his neck and held it up for the pogues.
“Why? It’s just a key. You think she’s seen it before?” Kie suggests, taking a hold of it and inspecting it.
JJ frowned, “the only way she would’ve seen it before is if...uh if she’s seen it on my dad. No...theres no way,” JJ doubted, but really he was just hoping.
“It’s possible...she had a negative connotation...” Pope trailed off. Watching JJ pace back and forth.
“Fuck...” JJ sighed, “you really think she...oh my god,”
“It’s okay JJ, you don’t need to protect her all the time-“ John B tried.
“From my dad I thought I could! She’s gonna hate me!”
“JJ, calm down. Y/n adores you,”
“You didn’t see her face, man! She was scared...and they way she looked at me...” JJ didn’t finish his sentence, he just grabbed his bag and headed to leave.
“Where are you going?!” John B called after JJ.
“I’m gonna go see her!” JJ answered, hopping into the van.
“Wait! Hey! What if she doesn’t want to see you!?” Pope called, but JJ wasn’t going to let anyone talk him out of it. He had to see you.
You heard a knock at your door. To which you ignored.
“Come on y/n I know you’re in there,” you heard a male voice muffled through the door.
You pulled a pillow over your head. Mumbling, “go away,”
“I just want to talk,” the voice began, you couldn’t quite hear him, so you accepted, opening the door slowly for him.
It was Rafe, his eyes were glossy and he was sniffing rapidly. He wasn’t about to cry infront of you, he just had been in a bad place.
“About what? I have nothing to say to you,” you said, adjusting the straps on your tank top nervously.
“Then why did you come here,” you spit, anger only growing.
“Are you seriously mad at me?” Rafe accuses.
“Yes! Your coke addiction is ruining your life! And now mine,” you told him, frustrated.
“Don’t be so dramatic Y/n! You offered to come!” Rafe argued.
“Only because I was scared to say no!” You defended.
“Bullshit. I don’t even understand why your mad, it was barely a 10 minute trip!” he shouted.
“A lot can fucking happen in 10 minutes,” you blurted, your eyes starting to water.
He took notice and his expression fell, to which you responded, “fuck,”
“What are you talking about? What happened? Something when you were alone?” Rafe pressed, stepping closer.
“Look, just back off, okay? I don’t need..I don’t need this,”
He scoffed, “whatever Y/n. Maybe I could fucking help you-“
“Help me? Since when would you ever consider that?! You took me there Rafe! God I can’t even tell you what you did wrong because your so blinded by the drugs!”
“I’m not gonna quit coke...not for you, not for anyone,”
You felt a tear spill out, you couldn’t help but care about your oldest family friend, “Fuck. You.”
“Maybe you should!” He challenged, grabbing you shoulders. You emotions flipped like a switch. From mad to frightened.
He pushed you into your bed, you quickly sat upright.
“What the hell?” You asked softly.
He leaned closer, his hands on your legs and leaning over you, “coke makes me better baby...I feel better,”
You tried your best to shove him off and get up, but your arms were weaker.
He smiled, then got up, chuckling, “call me when your ready to talk,”
He gave you one last look before leaving your bedroom, closing the door behind him.
When he left, you started hyperventilating, gasping for air at the thought of what Rafe could have done, what Luke had done. How violated you felt. We’re you just a toy to everyone?
JJ stood outside her house, he was waiting near the bench on the side for about ten minutes. Trying to figure out what you already knew, and what to say.
You knew his dad, you met him. And he hurt you.
JJ’s head fell in his hands, he sighed. Wishing he could have chosen better parents.
Instantly, your front door creaked open and quickly slammed. JJ his behind the bench and watched Rafe Cameron walk out of your house.
His kook buddies pulled up in a black Jeep, shouting profanities at him.
“YO! You fuck her yet!!” They screamed. Clapping.
“Nah! Shut up bro! She’s right inside! She’s just a friend tho,” Rafe answered, hopping in the backseat.
“Yeah but we see that boner, you wanna pound her-“
“Kelce chill man, don’t talk about women like that,” Topper tried.
“Toppers becoming a feminist,”
“Yeah man she’s a bitch though, mad at me about something that happened today. Blaming ME! Like yo...it’s not my fault you’re hot!” Rafe added.
JJ didn’t hear anything after that. They drove away.
When they were out of sight, JJ opened your door and entered your house. You told him he was always welcome, so he decided to take you up on that.
He shifted nervously before knocking on your door. A gentle knock, unlike Rafe’s.
He heard you inside, you took a minute to open the door, expecting Rafe.
When you opened it, JJ could tell you were stressed, your eyes were slightly red from crying and your cheeks flushed.
“JJ? What...I- now isn’t a good time,” she said, still keeping him outside her room.
“I’m really sorry Y/n. I just want you to know that. Okay?” JJ blurted. He wasn’t the best at apologies.
“For what?” Deep down you knew why.
JJ brought his hands to his chest, where the key had been last time you saw him, “those keys...belong to my Dad. I never wanted you to meet him. That’s why I lied,” he admitted.
You opened the door a little wider, “JJ I’m fine,” you mustered.
“He’s on drugs, and uh...we don’t get along...that’s why I stay at John B’s so much. Look, just know you don’t have to talk about it. But it will help you forget,” JJ continued.
You almost cried, but you held it in for a moment longer, “JJ? Do you know?” You said each word slowly.
“I just assumed you met him. How you reacted when you saw his keys,” JJ answered.
You looked down at your hands, they were shaking.
“It’s not a big deal...” you tried to lie to yourself.
JJ looked at you, his heart dropped, he so badly wanted to know what his father did to you so he could help, JJ grabbed your hands and held them in his, “please know I’m not like him. I’ll never hurt you. Never ever.”
“JJ you shouldn’t have to know, you should just go,” she whispered. Almost pulling her hands away from JJ’s warm touch.
“No. I’m not going to leave you. I’ll be here for you to talk to me okay? Tell me why he did,” JJ’s jaw clenched at the thought.
You gasped one last time before you collapsed, you hand going over your mouth as your eyes quickly blurred with tears.
JJ’s eyes softened and he reached out to pull you in, you cried into his chest, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat.
“I can’t go back,” you mumbled, gripping a portion of his shirt into a fist.
His hands moved up and down your back. As he muttered sweet nothings to calm you down.
“Don’t stay...don’t stay...” you cried, he shouldn’t have to see you as the mess you were.
“What did he do?, princess,” JJ asked, when you first met, he called you that because you were a kook. He meant it with as much love as he could.
You sniffled, then looked up at JJ, the blue in his eyes hard to see because his pupils were so dialated, “he mad a pass at me,” you whispered, I guess that sounds not as bad as it feels, but JJ knows it affected you.
His, high aggressive Dad, hits on a young girl like Y/n, what might she think of him?
“I’m not like that? Please know that,” JJ’s voice cracked. Your hand wrapped around his torso, pulling him closer.
