One shots/Imagines

43. JJ maybank

author: milfliliwrites

SWING HOE | JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

summary: Y/n and Rafe Cameron's relationship had been hanging by the most microscopic thread anyone could imagine. When she leaves him, an explosive night follows after her; JJ's got her back, because he of all people knows that Y/n doesn't need help fighting for herself.

Warnings: slut shaming, domestic violence, Rafe being Rafe, screaming, mentions of sex, mentions of substance abuse, cheating accusations, mentions of mental health

You stormed from the porch, blood boiling further at the thought of being near him; the two of you had been together, on and off, for three years now - and anyone could see that it would end in disaster.

As you stomped down the road, away from your own home, you hear Rafe throwing a vase at the wall, the echo of the shattering porcelain confirming that his temper had taken control once again.

You were so tired of this shit; the arguing, the drugs, the alcohol... everything. You'd held onto the hope that the Rafe you fell in love with was still buried somewhere beneath it all - but you'd lost that hope weeks ago.

JJ Maybank watched from the opposite side of the road, tense at your infuriated state. He'd never seen you like this before, not a single time throughout your months of friendship. You were an all around pacifist, typically doing everything you possibly can to avoid an altercation.

He'd made his way across the street without looking, it was two in the morning so he hadn't even bothered to check for oncoming traffic.

"N/n!" He called, his voice firm and concerned. You'd only spared him a brief glance, continuing your pissed-off strut. He'd jogged to catch up, silently walking beside you. It was the best he could do at that moment.

His jaw tensed when a voice echoed from behind the two of you, causing the both of you to freeze and turn.

Rafe was storming toward you, and you could practically see the steam emitting from his body. "You lying, manipulative, dirty whore!"

"What the fuck are you talking about?!" You screamed back, not even noticing your blond friend take a few steps behind you just in case.

The rich boy rolled his eyes, clenching his fists as he huffed at you. "You got anything you wanna fucking say to me?"

"Yeah, actually," you smirked. "Which vase did you throw?"

He shook his head slightly, his lethal gaze never leaving yours. "The green one."

"Damn, I liked that vase." You shrugged, turning away to continue your walk.

He was quick to follow, the cool night air not even phasing him in his livid state. "Don't fucking walk away from me, Y/n!"

"Doing it anyways, Rafe!"

He released a dry laugh, "I cannot believe I fell for this shit again."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

He waved his arms toward JJ, eyes never leaving you. "This shit. You tell everyone about your stupid little sob story of a life, run off and have all these mental breakdowns, just to get everyone else's sympathy! You haven't fucking changed!"

Your eyes widened, "I haven't changed? You still don't give a fuck about anyone other than yourself! You treat everyone that cares about you like absolute shit!"

"Like who?!" He screamed, pressing his chest against yours. He was looking for a fight, one that you would finally cave in and give to him.

JJ watched intensely, the hostile body language preparing him to step in if you needed him to... which was rare, but still something he'd needed to take into consideration.

"Sarah, Wheezie, Me, my mom, my sister, Rose- you treat all of us like shit! You don't give a single fuck about anyone other than yourself and your god damn drugs! The drugs, the alcohol, the temper - you're just like my dad."

He smirked, "Only difference is the dead part."

"Fuck you!"

"No, fuck you, Y/n!" Rafe screamed in your face, pushing you harshly.

It all happened so fast, JJ could barely even keep up - but when he'd realized what had just happened, he'd never wished to be recording something more.

You swung on Rafe, that much had become obvious due to the man clutching his nose as he created distance between the two of you. "Dirty fucking whore."

"At least I don't need drugs to function." You yelled back, watching his tall frame retreat into the darkness.

With a slightly satisfied smile, you turned to JJ. He smirked, motioning his head for you to walk with him. You were more than happy to oblige, practically skipping after him.

"Do I even want to know?" He asked, his tone soft.

"Nope." You shrugged, "Thanks though."

He chuckled, "For what? You're the one that decked his ass."

You chuckled this time, looking to your feet as the two of you continued to walk. "I hated having to get violent... but it felt fucking amazing to give him a taste of his own medicine."

The blond nodded, fully understanding your perspective on things. He'd honestly been shocked at the incident, but he'd never felt more proud of anyone.

"Wanna head to the Chateau?"

"Yeah, sure!"