Him or me || JJ Maybank x female reader ||
OUTERBANKS S1-S2 SPOILERS!!
summary: with the family jj has, it’s caused him to have major trust issues, rightfully so. but the problem is it has started to get in the way of you two’s relationship. your ex-boyfriend rafe, committed a crime. murder. he immediately came to you after it happened. he was sobbing, choking on his own words, not able to come to his senses about what he had done. he was in shock. he explain how he had done it to protect his dad, you understood for a split second but nonetheless he was guilty. you knew he needed help, his dad had always had him in a choke hold, ready to do whatever he asked. and that was no good. you spent your days trying to convince rafe to turn himself in, and you almost had until he blamed john b and now had the pogues were after him. jj had notice your behavior, and as your boyfriend, was not only worried for your safety, but his. if rafe had gotten close to you again, he may have been able to manipulate you into leaving the pogues. manipulate you into leaving him.
warnings: arguing, cussing, crying, mention of murder, mental issues, drinking, angst to fluff
“Rafe!” You yelled, slamming his door open to see a pacing and sweating Rafe Cameron. “What the hell is wrong with you? Wrongfully accusing John B?! My friend?” You asked slamming the door behind you. He turned to you, eyes wide and bottom lip almost gnawed off from how much he was biting them. He quickly walked over to you, standing nervously in front of you. “Y/N please just listen to me-“
“No Rafe. I was going to help you! I was trying to at least. And yet you keep getting worse!”
“My dad asked me to! I had to!”
“See that’s the problem Rafe. You always listen to what daddy says. Is his approval so important to you that you quite literally would murder someone for him?”
“No? What? Y/N listen I-“
“Rafe i’m done listening. What happened to you?” You asked in disbelief as you crossed your arms. His eyes watered up but he wiped away the tears with the back of his hand. He looked at you with red eyes. “Please Y/N, your the only one I have. You can’t leave me.” He stuttered out, voice cracking.
“I don’t want to Rafe.” You breathed out. “But what you did was fucked Rafe.”
“I know Y/N and i’m so, so sorry. I just, I didn’t want to upset my dad. You know how he is, what he’d do to me.” You brought your fingers up to your forehead and pinched the bridge of your nose. “Jesus christ Rafe, you’ve gotten yourself in some deep shit.” He nodded, grabbing your shoulders to make you look at him. “I know Y/N I know, and i’m sorry. I’m sorry okay? I promise i’ll make it up to you. I just need time.”
“You need time? Yeah John B has murder charges and a money reward to whoever finds him but yet you need time?” You scoff with an irritated laugh. “Yes, I need time. I can get me and John B both out of this, I swear, I just need time to clear everything up. I can talk to my dad and we can figure something out. I promise Y/N. You know I wouldn’t have blamed him if I didn’t have an option.”
“Yes you would have, you hate the pogues.”
“Yes but I also know by blaming them it would hurt you because, oddly enough, their your friends. And I didn’t want to hurt you Y/N. I love you. And you know that.” He said, his eyes searching yours for a reaction. You gave him a cold, hard stare before finally letting out a sigh of disproval. Both in him, and what you were about to do. “Fine.”
“Fine?” He asked, eyebrows knitting with confusion. “Fine.” You say pulling him roughly into a hug. He shoved his face into your neck, holding you tightly around the shoulders. “I can’t lose you either Rafe. As much as I hate you right now. I still care about you.” You felt wet tears drip onto your shirt and you pulled back to wipe them off Rafes cheeks.
You gave him an stern stare, I’ll give you a week. A week. Nothing more nothing less.”
“Nothing less?”
“Take it or leave it.” You grimaced.
“I’ll take it.” He said desperately. You nodded. “Good. Now i’ve got to go talk to them and fill them in on everything.” You say turning to open his door again. You turn back and point at him. “Get your ass to work.” He nodded. “Yes ma’am.”
You pulled up to the chateau and saw everyone sitting on the couch on the porch talking, they all seemed frustrated. You walked up and all their eyes turned towards you. You noticed JJ wasn’t there. “Where’s JJ?” you asked confused on why he wasn’t with the rest of the group. They all looked at each other and Pope swallowed nervously. “He’s a bit upset right now. He said he wanted to be left alone.”
You furrowed your brows before sighing roughly. “I’ll go get him. Where is he? I have news for y’all.” John B nodded to the kitchen and you thanked him. You dropped your bag off in front of the door, slipping off your shoes and taking off your jacket. You walk through the house and into the kitchen and see JJ taking a sip of his beer and leaning against he fridge, eyes stuck on the cabinet in front of him. He didn’t hear you walking towards him, he was too deep into his thoughts.
You reached for his arm. “Hey baby-“ He flinched, causing you to pull back. He turned his head slightly to eye you, finely registering who it was, he faced you. “Sorry” you chuckled nervously. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” He nodded, leaning up off the fridge and walking to sit on the couch in the living room. You found it quite odd that he just ignored you. No kiss, no hug, no nothing. You turned around and began following him into the living room. You looked out the window and caught the other staring at you in anticipation.
When you looked at them Pope and John B immediately turned their heads away, gaining your suspicion. John B started whistling and Pope rested one of his arms on his neck awkwardly. You heard Kie and Sarah talk about taking a walk to the beach so they got up and left, Pope and John B went to sit on the boat and drink. You sighed and turned to face JJ who was now sitting on the couch, beer in one hand and phone in the other.
You moved to stand in front of him and crossed your arms. You waited for him to notice you, but he didn’t. You cleared your throat which earned you a slight glare from him. “Okay that’s it,” You huffed grabbing his phone and tossing it to the side on the couch. “What is your problem?” You asked impatiently. JJ crossed his arms, mimicking your position and scooted back, man spreading slightly.
“What’s my problem?” He asked. “What’s your problem Y/N?”
“My problem?” You scoffed. “You’re the one with a problem. You’ve either ignored me or given me attitude since I got here. What did I do?”
“Always something.” He mumbled under his breath, breaking eye contact. Ouch. “Always something?” You asked in partial shock and partial anger. You threw your hands up in defense. “You know what? I don’t have time for this. I’m leaving, text me when your ready to have a grown up conversation.” Just as you turned he said something that sparked your fume. It was something that made you just about blow.
“Yeah, go run back to Rafe.”
You immediately whipped around. “Excuse me?” You asked bewildered . “Oh don’t play dumb Y/N.” He huffed getting up to walk back into the kitchen, getting another beer. You followed him. “Now who’s walking away.” You mumble just below a whisper. He turned around. “I saw you. At Rafes house.”
“We’re you stalking me?”
“Yeah totally.” He rolled his eyes as he popped open another beer, tilting his head back to let the liquid fall down his throat. “Then what we’re you doing?”
“I was coming to pick you up so we could come back to the chateau and talk about what Rafe did. Or did you forget?”
“Obviously I didn’t.”
He laughed with anger. “Yeah obviously.” He shook his head but continued. “You weren’t home, so then I knee immediately you’d be with Rafe. Per usual. I pull up and through the window see you hugging that sick bastard. Really Y/N? That’s low, even for you.”
That hurt. It really did. JJ was genuinely upset with you this time.
“JJ you don’t understand-“
“No Y/N I understand perfectly.” He said throwing the empty glass bottle into the trash, the loud “clinking” sound making you tense. You look back him and your heart shattered into a million pieces seeing tears welling up in his beautiful blue eyes.
“I get it. You’re still in love with Rafe. So naturally your going to defend him. I just wished you would have told me, instead of making me believe that you loved-“
You grabbed his face roughly, tears in your own eyes. “JJ, shut the fuck up.” You demanded before roughly pulling his lips onto yours. JJ was still upset, but having your lips on his one last time, or so he thought, wouldn’t hurt. Both your eyes closed, and his hands immediately flew to your waist, holding on for dear life as if he were to let go you were going to melt away. You felt his tears drop against your own face, his teeth clashed against yours and he let out the smallest whine when you pulled back.
You looked deep into his eyes, frowning when he breaks eye contact to wipe his tears. “JJ look at me.” And so he did. “I just need you to listen okay? Please.” He nodded. You swallowed and began to speak. “I went to Rafes house to yell at him for accusing John B.” JJ’s face went pale, he must feel like an idiot. “I don’t blame you for getting mad though, I understand. Just talk to me text him, K?”
“I talked to him and he apologized and said he was going to fix it. He said he was going to find a way to get both John B and himself out of this.”
“I don’t believe him.” JJ immediately barked.
“I don’t either. But I gave him a week just to see if I could trust him. The hug was to throw him off. But JJ, this is really important so pay attention.” You say once against taking his hand in yours.
“I do love Rafe. It’s not something that’ll just go away. I care about him; as a friend, as an ex and as en enemy. I’ll always have a special place in my heart for him. But i’m not in love with him.”
You see a spark of hope in JJ’s eyes that makes you want to smile. “I’m in love with you, JJ. I have been ever since I first met you. Literally. I could not stop talking about you.” This made JJ smile, so you smiled as well. “I’ll love you, and I always will love you.”
“I’ll always love you too Y/N.”
You leaned in, about to kiss him when you hear footsteps sprinting inside. You turn to see Pope and John B. “We’ve got to go! The cops are here!”
“Shit.”
