OBX Imagines (Outer Banks)

Hand and Hand Through it All Pt. 1- JJ Maybank

JJ Maybank x Reader
Warnings: Abuse, mentions of non-consensual sex
Word Count: 1447

You and Sarah sat across from each on her Queen sized bed. You had your face halfway buried into your knees. You stared at the upside down pregnancy test petrified to even move. Sarah reached out putting her hand on your knee. She looked to you for reassurance as reached for the small plastic stick that was about to determine the rest of your life. Under any other circumstances you would be thrilled to be pregnant. You sallowed the lump in your throat. You nodded watching her face as she flipped it over to be read.

You couldn't read her expression, but you didn't want to ask still resilient to know the answer. Either there was nothing to worry about or she wanted you to think there was nothing to worry about. She shook her head confirming your worst fear. He felt your every breath quicken, your eyes shot around as you released your legs not able to focus on any one thing. Her hand flew over yours in attempt to get your attention. "Y/n, it'll be okay. Me, John B, Kiara, Pope, JJ we're all here to support you through it every step of the way."

You shot her a desperate look, "Don't tell Rafe." You gasped trying not to cry as tears glossened around your eyes making your nose sting. She shook her head agreeing, pulling you into her chest hugging you. Your main concern was that Rafe didn't find out. You couldn't tell him, especially when you couldn't be sure it was his. You had known Rafe since you became best friends with Sarah in the second grade. You as you got closer to Sarah you also got closer to her brother. Sarah had been cool with it, she could tell there was something between the two of you since she introduced you to each other. You and Rafe had been dating since you were 14 and he was 16. Things had started getting bad about a year and a half ago.

He didn't care about putting effort into you relationship anymore, he got lazy. Then lazy turned into possessive, and possessive turning into abusive. He wouldn't let you wear certain things. He'd guilt you into having sex with him when you made it clear you didn't want you. He had sent you to the hospital twice, making your family believe you were just a klutz and the stairs were not your friend. Every time he'd beat you he'd come back apologizing, promising he'd never let it happen again. You fell for it every time, believing every word that came out of his mouth. Some how feeling bad for him.

As you started distancing yourself from him you spent more time with Sarah. She knew what was going on, she was the one you went to get your bruises covered up. Time and time again she tried to convince you to break up with him. You made yourself believe he'd change, and that it was just a rough patch. You refused to believe that a boy you had loved pretty much your entire life, was the monster he'd been acting like. You missed the old Rafe more then anything in the world. The one who would leave cheesy little post it notes in your locker, and skip practice to help you with math. The guy that would make you feel butterflies every time he hugged you from behind. Now that same man made you jump every time he appeared unannounced.

Sarah introduced you to her new friends, all of the pogues. Including, you guessed it, JJ Maybank. Before she let you meet them she warned you not to fall for the blond heart breaker, until she saw the way he looked at you. She withdrawed her objections immediately. You found yourself laughing more around him, smiling more around him. He reminded you of all the things you loved about yourself. You felt all the things you'd been deprived of with Rafe. You remembered one specific night you told him what you had never told anyone because you were so disgusted with yourself for the truth. You laid on the dock looking up at the night sky. "I don't think I love him anymore." You admitted tears threatening to expose your heartbreak. You remembered the look on his face. There was no surprise, or judgement. He had his eyes fixed on you studying your ignorance like something had flipped inside him. He rested his hand on the side of his face wiping away your tears. You knew that was the night things had changed for the two of you.

You knew you were falling in love with JJ. You just felt so incredibly guilty for betraying Rafe. JJ never said it but you could tell he wanted you to break up with him so the two of you could be together. It got pretty serious between you and JJ as the months went by. JJ never pushed you to do anything with him, one automatic difference you saw between him and Rafe. You knew in your heart that it was JJ you wanted. Maybe you couldn't admit it to yourself yet but you let yourself have him. You gave yourself to him... many times. He was always gentle and careful not to make you uncomfortable knowing how bad your experience with Rafe was, Rafe being the only other person you had ever had sex with.

Sarah just held you there. She brushed through your hair with her fingers, trying everything to keep you comfortable. You cried yourself to sleep in her arms that night. You woke to an angry Rafe. He was pounding on Sarah's door, making you jolt awake. "Are you in there Y/n?" He yelled through the door. "What did I do this time?" You asked yourself. You pulled yourself out of the bed, dreading meeting Rafes demeaning glare. "Coming!" You called back to him in a sweet voice attempting to salvage his mood. You dragged yourself to the door. As you reached for the knob he banged on the door again, rattling the whole room. You gasped at his outburst. "How long does it take to open a god damn door?" He asked with accusation in his voice. You unlocked the door.

Before you had time to open it he had already swung it passed you. He looked out of breath as he looked around the room. His darting eyes were met with Sarah, who was somehow still asleep. He grabbed your wrist pulling you out of the room. He walked you down the hallway far enough from her room she couldn't hear him. "So what. Your fucking my sister now?" He accused. You shot him a confused look. He shook his head protesting your 'ignorance'. "What?" You worked up the courage to retort. A sarcastic grin spread across his face before his hand came slapping down on the railing next to you, almost as if it were a threat.

"No, mm mm don't play dumb." He dismissed your question. His eyes narrowed down at you with a vertical line forming between his eye brows. "Why was the door locked? Why did it take you so long to open it? Why'd you look so scared when you opened the door." He rambled on. You watch as he started pacing a couple feet back and forth. He stopped in front of you his voice getting louder. "Nobody takes that long to open a door unless their putting clothes on y/n." He pointed out. Your face turned a bright pink at his absurdity. "You wouldn't have opened the door looking at me like that if you didn't have something to hide." He insisted.

You shook your head denying his accusations. You reached out for his arm, he jerked it away from you. "So I'll asking you again." he hissed breathlessly. His jaw clenched as he glared at you in disgust. "Are you fucking my fucking sister?" He yelled, clearly no longer careing if anyone heard. You jumped back slightly as his raised tone. You whipped your head around to see if anyone had heard. You looked back at an enraged Rafe. You shook your head again. "No baby, I promise." You pleaded. Your reached out for his arm once again this time he let you take it. His face flushed from its anger. He leaned down pulling you into a hug. "I just love you so much." He whispered. For a brief moment you let your face go numb behind his shoulder tired of sewing on a smile.