Daddy Issues
JJ Maybank X Reader
JJ walks into his kitchen in the middle of the night to find you there; visibly high and in his father’s t-shirt. Based off this request.
Trigger warning for mentions of drug use
Word count: 1.6k
Masterlist | Part Two
“Hey, I know you.”
There you were, stood half dressed at five AM in Luke Maybank's kitchen when that voice had rippled across it's silent walls.
You turned to face the source with less urgency than you should've, given the fact that you were in the home of a locally known drug dealer, with multiple beefs and plenty of dodgy clients, and you yourself also weren't entirely sure if there would actually be anyone standing there. When your dilated eyes locked onto the strangely familiar blue ones of another human, your heart skipped a beat and the hairs across your body stood up. Then they fell down again.
"I know you too." You retorted, continuing your casual stumble to the refrigerator.
JJ Maybank was surprised by this. You were so visibly high that part of him doubted that you even knew your own name, let alone who he was. He wondered if you were lying, but then he supposed that you probably would've shouted for his father if you'd not recognised him.
The white light of the fridge made you thin your eyes and wince, and it's unflattering glow emphasised the contours of your restrictive lifestyle. You were still pretty - he thought - beautiful even, but worn. In nothing but a baggy t-shirt, JJ couldn't keep his eyes from wandering down to your long, exposed legs - which were dotted with bruises and different shaped scars.
"What are you doing here? Aren't you a bit too young for my dad?" He scoffed with a playful test of the waters, and felt relieved when your expression displayed no offence.
He imagined that if you weren't so high you might've even smiled. One of the cheeky, "I dare you" ones that he'd examined from desks away when you'd been in high school together.
"It's none of your business. I'm here for a good time, not a long one - or whatever." You mumbled, taking far longer than necessary to pick out a beer from the fridge.
Your brain was slow, foggy and distracted by the appearance of the blonde surfer. JJ was the son of your current dealer - Luke Maybank - and had occasionally interacted with you throughout your messy teenage years. Even through the slight shaking of your vision you could see that JJ was just as handsome as he always had been - the tanned trouble maker you'd spent frequent detentions with, but always kept a slight distance from.
When you finally cracked a can open and brought it to your lips, it felt to JJ as if he'd been staring at you in silence for far too long, and he was momentarily relieved that you were probably too high to have noticed that fact. He grabbed a can from the fridge - the last one - and let the door stay open, wondering if you were going to help yourself to any food too. You certainly looked like you could do with some. But you didn't move.
You both stood in frozen silence, sipping from your cans and staring numbly into the fridge, as if waiting for something to happen - for more cans to appear.
"Is he awake?" JJ asked after a long sip.
You didn't look up as you answered "No."
Another moment of silence passed, then JJ's eyes flickered up to your face again. Your pupils were still huge, even in the white light, and your jaw was tight, but your body swayed slightly and your eyelids occasionally fell. JJ couldn't pinpoint what exactly you'd been taking - which was rare for him - and this for some reason maximised his concern. He considered himself somewhat of an expert on identifying highs at this point in his troubled life.
"What have you guys been doing?" He asked simply.
Then he saw the first glimpse of real emotion on your tired face; a child peeking through a crack in a porcelain mask - embarrassment halted by confusion, before the numbness resumed.
You said nothing, and took another sip of your beer.
What were you meant to say? Wasn't it obvious? You'd been sleeping with his dad. Did he need you to spell it out for him?
"I already know that you're a pill popper, so there's no point lying about that." JJ smirked, although there was no real amusement in his tone. "But if you're up this late and he's passed out, I'm just curious what you've mixed it with..."
You shrugged and spoke in a casual tone.
"Well, we smoked some bowls and drank too. Luke is more used to rock than me, but I think I'll be able to go to sleep soon."
JJ couldn't explain the pang that rippled through his body. It hurt. His neck shot up straight, and he stared at the beautiful, lost woman he barely knew with burning, unrestrained concern. Your eyelids looked heavy, as did the weight of whatever had landed you in his kitchen upon your shoulders, and he felt sick with the knowledge of how pitiless his father could be - and how twisted he was for using the vulnerability of a girl the same age as his son. He took a considerable gulp from his can before speaking.
"You gotta be careful mixing all that shit."
Even in your intoxicated state, you could hear the underlying seriousness in JJ's tone, which you snorted at.
"Well duh. You think I don't know that?"
"Why are you doing it then? And with my bum-ass dad of all people." JJ scoffed right back.
Your gaze finally unfroze from the open fridge, and you turned to face the strange, handsome, angsty man beside you with a blank stare.
"I don't feel like that's any of your business to be honest, Maybank."
You could see his face properly now, half lit in a dim glow: his features defined yet boyish, with deep, oceanic eyes that stared unyieldingly back into yours. It was uncomfortable, like lasers somehow cutting through your well earned haze, and you wanted to laugh - to make him drop the weird "caring" act - but then he spoke with a quiet confidence that caught you off guard.
"I just don't like seeing pretty faces go to waste, is all. You should look after yourself."
You couldn't speak.
When was the last time someone had said something like that to you? Something laced with palpable care. A genuine compliment.
For a second, JJ saw a crack of vulnerability again; your eyes alive and curious with childlike surprise. He pounced at that moment to continue speaking, hoping that his words would find a space to sink into the swiftly closing crack.
"You should go home."
This time his tone was a lot harsher, and he realised that from the flicker of confusion, that turned into a light crease between your brows. You rolled your eyes and moved a lethargic hand to close the fridge, so JJ quickly carried on - feeling unexplainably desperate to not let you walk back into his father’s bedroom.
"I just mean- you should get away from my dad... I can promise whatever he's giving you isn't worth the bullshit it'll cause."
You stared at JJ, uncertain of what he wanted you to say to that.
You didn't trust or believe him. You couldn't. You didn’t care to.
There was absolutely no man on the planet who you trusted. Not Luke or his son.
What on earth did JJ even want from you? There must've been some ulterior motive. Even with your slouched posture and glazed, red eyes you knew that.
Natural instincts kicked in and you sneered a response, admittedly slurring a few of the words.
"JJ, keep your nose out of my business, okay? I get you're like- trying to be cute or something, probably trying to fuck me, but I can look after myself."
Then you started to stumble away, turning around with an unbothered shrug to head back into the dark cell of Luke’s messy bedroom. JJ was too shocked to speak for a moment; offended and irritated by the rudeness of your presumption.
Why would you assume that he was trying to fuck you? Just for giving some simple advice. How had he given that energy at all? Maybe there was some part of him that did feel bitter for his dad sleeping with a girl he’d had a slight crush on in school, but that wasn’t relevant to the conversation.
"Ha, okay then.” He let out a short, dry, humourless laugh, then stared at the back of your head and cooly added “I just wanna know; are your daddy issues so bad that you actually like fucking the piece of shit, or is it just for the drugs?"
Your steps paused. What was the answer to that question?
He’d caught you off guard again, and you didn’t like that. A part of you felt riled up, ready to turn around and start verbally rinsing him with no limitations, but a bigger part was subdued by the cocktail of chemicals in your body, and so you just shrugged and carried on walking away, leaving the confused, frustrated, handsome boy to stew alone in the kitchen.
He would be gone again before the morning - by which point you suspected that he would be a faded, blurry dot in your memory. You were surprised, however, to find yourself thinking of his piercing blue eyes as you opened the fridge the next day, and you wished that you could remember the entirety of the conversation - instead of just the parts where he’d tried to warn you away.
I knoww this request took me soo long to get to I have like 30 that I am very slowly working through so I apologise for the wait but I hope you enjoy and perhaps there will be a second part in the future :D love y’all stay safe xxx
