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[jjmaybankslays]

— THE WAY I LOVED YOU

pairing: theodore nott x reader

summary: in which theodore nott will do anything to get you to go out with him, but you’re just as stubborn rejecting him

warnings: swearing, kissing, dangerous stunts and theo being stupid (ryan gosling in the notebook style), unedited since i wrote this in the middle of the night on no sleep again lol. enemies to lovers if you squint a bit

author’s note: since everyone loves theo i’ll pretend this isn’t just for my own selfish needs <3 (especially the notebook reference) also surprise surprise mc is a gryffindor as always, you’d never know i was a slytherin my bad guys… as always let me know what u think! enjoy, angels 💌

The first time Theodore Nott asks you out, you spill a pot of ink directly into his lap.

It’s not like you meant to do it. But when there’s a Transfiguration worksheet to be getting on with, the Slytherin boy seated next to you by Professor McGonagall asking you out would surely take anyone by surprise.

The second you twist in your seat to look at him in shock, your arm slides the pot right off the desk and directly onto his grey trousers, instantly staining them with the black liquid before you have a chance to speak.

Your hands fly to your mouth to stifle your gasp and you look up at him, anticipating an angry glare in return. Instead, he looks mildly surprised at the ever-growing stain on his crotch, but mostly… amused?

“A simple ‘no’ would have sufficed, darling,” he says, raising an eyebrow and suppressing a smile.

You begin stuttering out an apology and scrambling for your wand to wave away the stain before you can do something stupid like attempting to rub it off with your sleeve. Your cheeks instantly heat up at the humiliating image now plaguing your mind and you barely contain a sigh of relief when you realise the lesson has finished.

It’s a miracle your shoes haven’t left scuff marks on the ground in a cartoonish trail with the speed at which you leave the classroom. Godric knows why Theo Nott of all people wants to ask you out, but since it can’t possibly be for any good reason, you’d rather not think about it too much. This, however, isn’t helped by Hermione pestering you about why you look so flustered for the entire walk to the Charms classroom.

Twenty minutes later, her attention is finally diverted. On the other hand, it’s because she’s berating you for accidentally burning the end of her left eyebrow off with a charm gone wrong.

The second time Theo asks you out, there are thankfully no ink pots around.

“Hey,” he whispers from behind you, making you jump within an inch of your life despite his low volume. You swivel in your chair to glare at him, incredulous. Seeing that he’s startled you, Theo grins. “Sorry. What are you doing?”

“Baking a cake,” you deadpan, once your heart has started beating at a normal pace again. Holding up your Potions book, you feel the annoyance start to seep in when Theo continues looking at you, undeterred. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

Apparently unfazed by your sarcasm, he drags out the chair next to you and spins it around to sit on it backwards. Settling his arms on top of the backrest, Theo rests his chin on them to look at you. “You never did answer my question.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you mumble, eyes scanning the page in front of you but taking in nothing. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to study-”

“Are you going to make me ask you again?” he sighs. You panic a little at his bluntness and continue pretending to read, not knowing what else to do. Theo takes your silence as encouragement and shuffles his chair closer to your own. “Go out with me.”

The arrogance practically drips off his voice, and the pit of anxiety in your stomach immediately turns into irritation instead. “No,” you grit out, slamming your potions book shut to scowl at him. “And I don’t hear you asking anything.”

“Okay,” Theo says slowly, nodding as though he understands. It’s clear that he doesn’t though, because the next words out of his mouth have you stunned. “Please, oh please, will you do me the absolute greatest honour of going out with me?”

”Merlin,” you exhale, pinching the bridge of your nose. Dropping your hands into your lap, you see no solution other than gathering your things to return to the common room. “You’re having me on…”

“I can assure you, I’m not,” Theo says quickly, stopping you from leaving by gently grabbing your elbow. You stop in your movements to catch him looking more unsure than you’ve ever seen, and you’ve never been more perplexed. “I’m completely serious right now. Go out with me?”

“Wh- I don’t even-” you sigh, cutting your senseless muttering off to cross your arms over your textbook. “Whatever happened to a simple ‘no’ sufficing, darling? Aren’t there a million other girls for you to go and pester? Godric knows you’ve got an entourage following you half the- What are you looking at?”

Amazingly, Theo’s expression has lost all trace of vulnerability and now displays a slightly faraway look, his signature lazy grin in full effect. “Sorry, I didn’t hear a word after you called me ‘darling’.”

Resisting the urge to hit him over the head with your textbook, you take a deep breath and grasp the potential weapon tighter in your hands before speaking. “As hard as it is for me to believe that girls actually fall for this rubbish, your history with them shows that they do. Don’t think for a second, I’m going to let you use me like they do.”

Theo considers your words for a few seconds, mulling them over as carefully as though he’s trying to solve a brain teaser. Eventually, he seems to come to a satisfying conclusion, because he tucks his hands into the pockets of his trousers and tilts his head. “So you need me to prove I’m serious about this… and then you’ll say yes?”

“Oh, for the love of-” Huffing, you turn on your heal without saying another word and storm out of the library. Theo doesn’t follow you, allowing you to clear your head and think about the incredibly odd interaction.

You’re climbing through the portrait hole into the Gryffindor common room when you realise you never actually refuted Theo and his theory to make you go out with him. Whether or not it was on purpose, you can’t quite decide.

Over the next few weeks, you start wishing you had stopped Theo before he could start trying to prove himself to you.

You can’t go a single day without the question of going out with him popping up. Much to your bewilderment, it isn’t always him asking. Sometimes it’s his friends, sometimes it’s students at the Gryffindor table who are sick of the multiple owls every morning flocking to your table with a note in their beaks. Sometimes it’s even your friends.

“I mean, really,” Hermione says at breakfast, huffy as always when reprimanding someone. “It’d be benefiting everyone if you just went out with him. Why don’t you, anyway?”

“He’s a Slytherin,” Ron butts in, talking to Hermione as though he’s explaining something to a child. He takes a gigantic bite of his toast before speaking, his next words coming out muffled. “Surely that’s reason enough.”

“No, that isn’t reason enough,” Hermione says sternly, furrowing her brows. “A good reason would have been all the girls he’s always with. Of course, that’s flown out the window recently. He’s also never given them as much attention now that I think about it.”

“He’s definitely not the worst of the group either,” Harry adds, leaning in as nosily as Ron. “Not like we’re talking about Malfoy…”

“Don’t you two have Quidditch tactics to be discussing?” you snap, exhausted by the subject already. The two boys hold up their hands in surrender, before shuffling down the bench. Whether that’s to be closer to the Quidditch team, or to get away from you before you start throwing hexes - you aren’t certain.

The fact you’re awake early in the morning on a Saturday isn’t helping your sour mood, and the Quidditch match being between Gryffindor and Slytherin only adds to this.

“We’d better go and get a good seat at the front, so we aren’t on our tiptoes for the whole game like last time,” Hermione says, already sliding off the bench. You give your cup of coffee one last longing look before you allow yourself to be dragged away.

You haven’t even made it onto the Quidditch pitch before you’re already wishing for that cup of coffee to give you strength, because you find none other than Theo standing outside the Great Hall in his green and silver Quidditch robes.

As soon as he spots you, Theo plasters on that charming smile of his and opens his mouth, no doubt to ask you if you could talk privately.

Hermione interjects before he gets the chance. “Don’t bother, I’m leaving.” She simply sighs when you look at her, betrayed. “He’d have convinced you anyway! I’ll save you a seat.”

You watch her leave, helplessly before turning to Theo and crossing your arms. “Yes?”

“I have a proposition for you,” he says simply, getting to the point. The proposition has, without a doubt, got something to do with you and him and a trip to Hogsmeade, but you gesture for him to continue nonetheless. You can’t deny it’s been entertaining watching Theo come up with new ways to ask you out these past few weeks. “I’ll throw the match and let your lot win if you go out with me.”

This startles a laugh out of you, something between a chortle and a gasp. “Oh, you cheeky bastard,” you exclaim, but you can’t help grinning. That was quite possibly the last thing you expected him to say. “First of all, I think my lot is perfectly capable of winning on their own. And secondly… as funny as it would be, I’d rather not have your death and Malfoy’s subsequent imprisonment in Azkaban be on my conscience.”

You only realise just how wide your smile is when it starts to fade under Theo’s unwavering gaze. His lips twitch up into a smile and you immediately frown as an automatic response. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re bantering with me,” Theo says, grinning as though he’s extremely pleased with himself. You realise with a jolt, that yes you were bantering. “One step closer to agreeing to go out with me.”

“That’s not happening,” you protest, but it sounds fairly weak, even to you. “Like I keep telling you, I’m not going to be one of those girls.”

Theo shrugs. “And I think you already know you’re not one of those girls. It’s fine, I can wait.”

The relaxed manner in which he says this has you flabbergasted to say the least. Truthfully, you aren’t completely sure why you haven’t just agreed at this point. No one in the whole school is used to witnessing such extravagant displays from Theodore Nott, so you’ve accepted the fact you’re an outlier in this particular subject area. You’re starting to think Hermione’s right, and it’s pure stubbornness that’s keeping you going.

“You’ll be waiting a long time then,” you say, giving Theo a bland smile.

“Nah,” is all he says, the smile still gracing his unperturbed face. “Keep an eye out for me in the Quidditch stands.”

Theo winks at you before walking away in the direction of the pitch and you linger in the castle for a good few minutes before snapping out of it and walking in the same direction.

You find Hermione quickly at the front of the Gryffindor stand and you’re about to ask how long until the game starts when Lee Jordan’s voice begins to boom from the commentator stand.

“Strong start for Gryffindor with Katie Bell taking the Quaffle and- nope, Vaisey’s taken it and passed it onto Urquhart, his fellow Chaser and the new Slytherin captain.” You’re thankful for Lee’s commentary as it’s easy to follow and you probably wouldn’t have a clue if it weren’t for him. Surprisingly, he keeps it professional enough for a while. “Ginny Weasley tries to take the Quaffle after a near hit there to Urquhart, thanks to new Gryffindor Beater Jimmy Peakes and that very solid Bludger over there. Unfortunately, he missed-”

“JORDAN.”

“Sorry, Professor McGonagall, I meant fortunately. Slytherin Chaser Mattheo Riddle now has the Quaffle and seems to be aiming to score and- oops! He’s missed, thanks to Gryffindor Keeper Ron Weasley. Good on you, Weasley,” Lee says, unable to be impartial as shown by McGonagall’s glare. “As for the Slytherin Keeper, Nott seems to be distracted by something in the Gryffindor stands. Or should I say someone.”

Laughter echoes in every stand, much to your utter humiliation and some people even start whooping and cheering in your direction. Theo’s antics are common knowledge at this point, but it doesn’t make the laughter any less embarrassing. You try and maintain a shred of dignity by standing still and glaring as hard as you can at Theo. Horrifyingly, he starts to fly in your direction.

Lee looks at McGonagall before speaking, but she merely shrugs helplessly, looking flustered herself. “Er, well it seems Slytherin are open for Gryffindor to score. No one seems to be taking advantage, however, as I think I can speak for everyone when I say we want to know what’s going on with Nott and Y/N.”

Glancing at the others, you realise Lee is right and all the players are hovering in place, making no move to continue the game. They look partly confused, but mostly nosy.

Theo stops just outside the Gryffindor stand, his attention focused wholly on you. You raise both eyebrows in question, waiting for him to speak. “Go out with me.”

“Unfortunately, I can’t quite hear what Nott is saying, but I think we can all guess he’s asking her out again,” Lee says, causing a few more cheers and even a couple groans. “Take the hint, mate.”

“Theo, get back to the game!” you hiss, wrapping your arms around you as if it’ll shield you from everyone’s eyes. “You’re embarrassing m- What the fuck are you doing!”

Theo swings a leg over the side of his broomstick so that he’s sitting completely facing you, legs dangling dangerously off one side. Lee sits up a little in his booth and McGonagall looks positively horrified. “For unknown reasons, Nott is balancing precariously in a position no Quidditch player wants to- Merlin, he’s hanging off his broomstick!”

Everyone in the crowd screams and shouts when Theo slips off his broomstick, but they quieten down and watch with fright when they see he’s still holding on with both hands. You think you’re going to faint.

“Theo,” you plead, with the same voice you’d use to coax a bloody kitten out of a tree. “Get back on your broomstick. Please.”

“Only if you go out with me,” Theo says, eyes determined despite breathing a little heavier. The broomstick is thin and despite his strength, it’d be hard for anyone to maintain a grip for long. “Say you’ll go out with me and I’ll get back on.”

“Just say it!” Hermione grabs you by the shoulder to shake you.

Professor McGonagall seems to have shaken out of her previous daze and begins scrambling around for her wand while Lee narrows his eyes to better assess the situation. “Godric, Y/N. Just say ‘yes’ and end everyone’s misery already.”

“But…” you trail off, hands shaking as you keep your eyes on Theo’s white knuckles still gripping the broom. “I don’t want to encourage this stupid behaviour.”

Theo rolls his eyes as though he can’t believe you’re still objecting. He shakes his head at you, though his chest is shaking with laughter. “Go out with me, and I swear I’ll never do anything stupid again. Fucking hell, I’ll quit Quidditch altogether if you want.”

You open your mouth to say something, you’re not sure what, but before you can get a word out, Seamus Finnigan pipes up from beside you. “Personally, I say let him fall off the bloody thing.”

Tutting, you turn to Theo just to find the idiot raising an eyebrow challengingly. His left hand begins to loosen on the broomstick, deliberately.

“Theo, don’t you dare.”

He drops his left hand completely and you scream, the noise drowned out by everyone else’s yells.

“OKAY!” you yelp, heart in throat as you watch Theo dangling from his broomstick with one hand, clearly struggling. “Okay, I’ll go out with you, you stubborn idiot!”

The Gryffindors that hear you, begin to cheer, setting off the other houses and once McGonagall sees Theo begin to pull himself up on his broomstick, she visibly relaxes, slumping in her seat as she clutches her chest. Lee soon gets the message. “Finally, after a good month of watching Nott pine pathetically, Y/N has agreed to go out with the poor bast- Er, beggar. Sorry, Professor. By the way Nott, you’ve got detention for a week.”

Now sitting normally on his broomstick, Theo grins at you like the cheeky bastard that he is, with elation clear as day on his face. You struggle to fight off your own grin and you can tell by his expression you’re not doing a very good job at it. “Pull something like that again and I’ll push you off your broomstick myself,” you warn him, though it lacks any real threat. You were more worried than angry, and it definitely shows. “Okay?”

“No more stupid behaviour,” Theo promises, sounding sincere as he nods, messy hair falling into his eyes. The wind blows it out of the way almost immediately and you find yourself wanting to do it with your fingers. “After this, though.”

You furrow your brows as Theo flies close enough to the Gryffindor stand to get off his broomstick and hop right into the crowd, landing next to you. Broomstick in hand, Theo doesn’t take his eyes off you when he holds it out to Hermione. “If you don’t mind, Granger.”

Clearly baffled, Hermione gingerly takes the broomstick from him and watches the two of you, as enraptured as the rest of the school.

You face Theo properly, looking up at his eyes to see them glittering with pride and achievement. You tilt your head in question, wondering why he hasn’t yet returned to the game.

Theo answers you by gripping your waist to pull you into a stupidly dramatic, dizzying, wonderful kiss. His lips are soft against your own and cold from the wind, but the shiver that runs down your spine has nothing to do with the temperature and everything to do with the way Theo is pressed against you.

You could go on forever, but the cheers and claps and hollering around you remind you that you’re surrounded by all your peers and, Godric, your teachers.

Pulling away, you clear your throat and attempt to gain back some of your dignity by keeping a serious face. Theo attempts nothing of the sort as he’s still wearing a silly grin. You try and avoid his eyes for the sake of your nerves and you mutter the first thing that comes to mind. “Erm, good luck then. I hope you win.”

This is the wrong thing to say surrounded by your fellow Gryffindors as a few of them boo at you.

Theo rolls his eyes at the dramatics, while you simply scowl, pointedly at Seamus who seems to have boo’ed the loudest. Hermione is beaming at you when she hands Theo back his broomstick, though she also gives a little frown directed at Seamus.

Getting back on his broomstick, Theo hovers near you outside the stand. You lower your voice to a whisper that only he can hear. “I still hope you win.”

Theo shrugs, looking more relaxed than you’ve ever seen him during a Quidditch game. “I’ve already won, darling.”

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I THOUGHT YOU KNEW

pairings: theodore nott x reader

word count: 0.9k

summary: “i thought you knew?” “you thought i knew we were dating?” “yes!” “how would i know that, nott, you never told me.”

Theodore Nott had dead eyes. That was something you had learned early on in your friendship with the boy; never expect his eyes to tell you anything. But, right now, you couldn’t help but wonder if your own advice was wrong because the look he was giving you in the moment was the farthest thing to dead. Alive.

Theodore’s eyes were ablazed, like you had lit a match in his face just as he had done with his cigarettes the night before. They looked on fire as he glared off at you, standing and chatting with some Ravenclaw boy who had decided to make the stupid of going to a slytherin party and talking to Theo’s girl.

It was a common fact that you and Theo had something, everyone knew. Well, maybe except for you.

Maybe that’s why you hadn’t expected for Theodore to waltz up to you and your new friend and throw an arm over your shoulder, and stand and listen to you too talk, not saying a word.

“Think we should get out of here?” Was the first thing he said to you, well, whispered into your ear, pulling you closer.

“I’m okay here, Teddy,” you said. Theo visible softened, melting into you at the nickname only you were allowed to call him. “You can go, though. I’ll be alright, promise.”

Theo smiled at you as you patted his arm that was wrapped around your shoulder, watching as your attention drifted back to whoever this guy was. He sighed.

“I know,” Theo started before your Ravenclaw friend interrupted.

“Yeah, mate, we’ll be okay,” he said. Theo hardened, dead eyes becoming colder as he took his arm off your shoulder, stepping forward and shoving the guy.

“Was I fucking talking to you, mate?” he spit.

“Woah!” you cut, pulling Theo back with your hand to his chest, “What the hell, Theo?”

“Yeah,” the Raveclaw pants. “What the hell, Nott? Calm down!”

Theodore sneers, glaring harshly ate the boy before hissing, “Fuck off,” and pushing past him and bumping his shoulder aggressively as he makes his way out of the common room.

Staring of at his fuming figure you quickly apologize to the boy before chasing off after Theo. When you find him, he’s angrily pacing through the hallway, running a hand through his hair.

“Theo,” you state angrily. Theo’s head whips to where you stand before shaking his head and choosing to walk away from you and down the hall.

“Theo!” you yell, walking quickly behind him. “What the fuck was that about? Can you wait for a second and talk to me?”

Theo stops, allowing you to catch up to him. You can practically see the steam coming out when he turns to you. “What am I supposed to do?” he asks bitterly. “Just let him flirt with you?”

“What?” you ask, just as bitter. “What are you talking about? Why’d you have to fucking shove, Dylan?”

Dylan. Theodore scoffs, getting madder by the second. He takes a step closer, towering over you. “So I’m just supposed to stand there when some prick is running up on my girlfriend!”

Girlfriend? What the hell was he on about. “Girlfriend?” you question, softer.

“Yes! You’re my girlfriend!” Theodore shouted. He just wasn’t getting it, was he?

“What?” you spluttered. “Since when?”

“What,” Theo got quieter.

“i didn’t know…” you said. “when did we start dating?…o-officially?”

“You didn’t know?” he repeated, incredulous. “I… I thought… I thought you knew?”

“You thought I knew we were dating?” You were getting louder, voice echoing off the walked.

“Yes!” Theo yelled, eyes getting sadder.

“How would I know that, Nott, you never told me!”

Theodore shakes his head, again getting gentle. “Don’t start calling me ‘Nott’ now, angel, you don’t do that.”

“Theo,” you reiterated, taking a breath. “When did we— when did we start ‘dating’.”

Theo looks like a kicked puppy when he says, “Last trip to Hogsmeade. We kissed.”

Looking at the ground, you say, “Just because we kissed doesn’t mean we’re dating.”

“To me, it did!”

“You kiss plenty of girls that you’re not dating!” you argue.

Theo scoffs, “They’re not you, now are they?”

“Teddy,” you say, tears quickly forming in your eyes. Looking up at him, he purses his lips, heart breaking in his chest. “Why couldn’t you have just asked me to be your girlfriend?”

“Love, I… I thought you knew, didn’t I?”

“Yeah,” you swallow, hugging yourself with your own arms, still holding in your tears. “Well, I didn’t.”

It’s silent between you both for a moment, nothing but you staring at the floor and Theo staring at you. Theo takes a small step forward, his hands touching where you hold yourself. “Would you?” he says, “Be my girlfriend, if I asked?”

“Yeah,” you chuckle, looking up at him, “if you’d ask, you dick.”

Theo chuckles, dipping his head low and putting his lips against yours. His lips are so soft, despite how he tastes like liquor and cigarettes. He breaks apart from you, hand coming to caress your cheek. “Would you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes, I would.”

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[jjmaybankslays]

hiii i loved „spring breaks loose”!!🤍 could i request another something for theodore, where the reader is quite bubbly and loves talking and he, the quiet guy he is, just likes to listen? and maybe the reader is worried that she talks too much and it could be annoying to him but he’s just so in love that he’s obsessed with all her rabling😭😭 sorry if thats too specific

darling socialite

A/N: um i love this because if someone let me chat their ear off, i would fall in love. i love a chatter and i love a listener 🩷 gif creds: @perfectlyfuckingcivils

Pairings: Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader

Summary: You are talkative as all hell, and Theo has dubbed himself your devoted listener. 1.3k words

Warnings: i be cursing, fluff, mild self-consciousness, two dummies in LOVE, mattheo being a perv (boy moment), kissing…, pansy being a slight bitch (lovingly)

Everyday, you look forward to telling Theo anything and everything. Sometimes, you'll get so excited to tell him something that you'll jot it down on the nearest surface. Most of the time, that surface is your hand. Who can blame you; you can't resist the gory details.

Everyday, Theo looks forward to hearing anything and everything from you. You're his favorite news source, his sweetest messenger, his darling socialite, and he is your devoted subscriber. He's worried one day you'll run out of things to tell him, but according to the ink splotches across your skin, there's a slim chance that'll happen.

"Hi, teddy!" you chirp, and he turns to welcome you into the seat beside him. "You will not believe what I saw in the courtyard on my way here: a willow tit!"

Mattheo chokes on a gulp of juice, sputtering in his seat and looking over at you. "Pardon?"

"Don't be crude, Matty. I'm talking about birds."

"Yeah, I got that, I just never realized you’re playing for the other team—"

"Mattheo!" you holler, glaring at him in utter disbelief, "you complete idiot! Birds, as in real birds. As in those things that fly around and chirp and eat berries!"

"Let me get this straight, we're not talking about some bird's tits? Suddenly, I'm uninterested," he says, earning a pointed glare from Theo.

"Anyway," you say, rolling your eyes and facing Theo, "You hardly see them anymore, they're very rare, but I saw one, and it was the cutest creature I've ever seen on campus! It was so round, I could have died. He must've liked all the rain we got over the weekend. I hope he survives the winter and has lots of little tit babies in the spring!"

Theo could not be more head over heels for you while you babble about round tits and babies. He thinks if he ever opens his mouth to respond, he’ll screw it up in an instant. Thank Merlin, he's naturally quiet and content to listen to you all day. And thank Merlin, you never ask for anything more from him.

If only you knew how much he truly adores you and your ramblings. He holds your company in his highest regard and considers every time you choose him a blessing.

You never think too much of Theo's tight-lippedness. You figure if he was completely sick of it, he'd just get up and walk away. Or maybe that's not like him, and maybe you are a bother.

It doesn't help when Pansy skips up to you in the hall and says, "I'm really impressed you're able to hold Theo's attention as long as you do."

"What are you talking about, P?" you say.

"Well... don't you ever worry he's, like... bored with you? I mean, when was the last time he actually contributed to your 'conversations'. I just don't want you to get your hopes up, you know?" —she shrugs it off like it's not an unforgivable curse to the gut—"If I were you, I'd find a more attentive playmate. You can always talk to me!"

"Thanks, Pansy," you say.

"Just looking out for a friend! See ya!"

You nod and wait by the bottom of the stairs as she hops her way up. You didn't think you were getting your hopes up, necessarily. You thought Theo was just a good listener. And sure, he's not super responsive, but he's just shy. That's not his fault.

…

There's a rapping of knuckles at the door, and Mattheo hurdles his bed and reaches for the knob.

"Why, good evening, dearest birdwatcher"—Theo perks up from where he's rifling through his trunk.

"I could say the same to you, perv," you tease, "Is Theo around? I need—"

"To talk to him? Figures. He's just hiding his softcore stash—"

"Shut up!" Theo hollers, popping up and hurrying to the door, a little flushed to find you looking at him, "he's just joking."

Mattheo chuckles, "No, he's right, Theo would never have so much fun"—he dodges the jab to his side—"Alright, I'll leave you two lovebirds to your tits and whatnot. Try not to make too much noise, we have downstairs neighbors." He winks and makes his way down the boys dormitories stairwell.

And suddenly, Theo can't remember the last time he was truly alone with you. No onlookers or eavesdroppers, no Pansy and no Mattheo. Just the two of you. His sweaty palms and your rapid heartbeat.

"I need to ask you something," you finally blurt. He looked so nervous you thought he might throw up over the railing, so you put him out of his misery before he has the chance.

"Yes, yeah, anything," he huffs.

"Well," you say, "I was thinking—just... ruminating, really, because it was suggested that I bore you with my chattiness"—you cross your arms over your chest and look to the floor—"and not that I'm begging for pity or even a response, I just wanted to know how you feel because I realized maybe I don't ask about you enough. You know, like I'm always worried about me, or something, but I do worry about you, too! I just wasn't sure if that's something—if you maybe wanted to talk about it more. Because I can be a good listener! I'd be happy to hear whatever you have to say!"

Theo leans his shoulder against the doorframe, adjusting the bottom of his sweater as it clings to his hips. How could he let you believe you're too much for him. How could he let you believe yourself to be some kind of social burden to him. All because he'd much rather listen to you than contribute his own two cents.

"See! Merlin, even now, I've just talked your ear off while trying to apologize for constantly talking your ear off! And I haven't even apologized, yet! I'm so sorry, Theo, I know it's a problem, and I didn't mean to take advantage of your politeness."

You scuff your sole on the landing with a whine, and he leans to the side to watch you look over the edge. It's so quiet for a moment, he can hear your soft breathing if he focuses on it.

"It's not a problem," Theo says. You look over, lips parted at the smug look on his face. "And if I was the one who suggested otherwise, I couldn't be more apologetic."

It makes you smile. He's just said two very thoughtful things to you. Out loud. To your face. You could crumble.

"No! No, teddy, it wasn't you, it was... doesn't matter. You really don't mind?"

He shakes his head, a little amused, honestly. How could he mind? You’re the greatest thing since dark chocolate, and he’d still give that up. You’d go just as well with his afternoon tea.

“Well, then,” you huff, warmer under his gaze, determined to get this damned apology across.

“Alright,” Theo says. Apology accepted. Apology not even necessary. But still accepted.

“Okay. But next time you catch me rambling, you better just shut me up! Tell me to ‘shush’ or something! It’s a problem, and I give you full permission to—”

He kisses you. He leans down, smug with his fingers under your chin, and he kisses you! Shuts you right up like you’re still some gullible first year completely wooed by his boyish charms! Oh, but he’s kissing you very sweetly. And when your knees go a tad wobbly, he rushes to cradle your elbow.

“Like that?” he says.

“That’s no way to treat a lady, Theodore. You should be completely ashamed of yourself for ever thinkin—”

He kisses you again. More sure and much quicker. Like a reflex. A knee jerk reaction without the kneeing or the jerking. Just his stupidly soft lips.

“Yeah,” you whisper, “that works… but you can’t just kiss me every time you want to shut me up.”

“No”—he pecks your lips, fingers gentle at your cheek—“I plan on kissing you much more often than that.”

masterlist

[jjmaybankslays]

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡

INTERNET CRUSH | JJ MAYBANK | IMAGINE | 

PAIRING: Brothers Bestfriend!JJ Maybank x Heyward!Reader, Sibling!Pope Heyward x Reader

SYNOPSIS: You tell give tips to your internet friend to only realise that theyre using those tips on you.

WORD COUNT → 533

WARNING(S): flirting, Brothers bestfriend trope, He's called Pogue Prince, I made your fave movie franchise Hunger Games.

AUTHORS NOTE: this is based on this tiktok

JJ MAYBANK MASTERLIST // OUTERBANKS MASTERLIST

Y/N had always found solace in the anonymity of the internet. It was a place where she could be herself, where no one judged her for her quirks and interests. One day, while browsing a forum dedicated to her favorite movie series, The Hunger Games, she stumbled upon a user named "Pogue Prince." They shared her passion for the franchise and quickly struck up a conversation.

Little did Y/N know that Pogue Prince was none other than JJ Maybank, her brother Pope Heyward's best friend. JJ had always been intrigued by Y/N's posts on the forum and had signed up for the website with a hidden agenda – to get closer to her. He had developed a crush on her through their online interactions and wanted to know her better.

Their friendship blossomed as they exchanged messages, discussing everything from the intricacies of the Hunger Games world to their personal lives. JJ found himself confiding in Y/N about his feelings for a girl he had recently met, but he never mentioned her name.

One evening, as they chatted online, JJ decided to open up to Y/N about his crush. "You know," he typed, "there's this amazing girl I've met, and I can't stop thinking about her."

Y/N, curious and supportive as always, replied, "Tell me more about her, JJ. What's she like?"

JJ hesitated for a moment before confessing, "She's smart, funny, and incredibly beautiful. I just wish she knew how I felt."

Y/N, wanting to help her online friend, suggested, "Well, why don't you try wearing your hat backward? Girls love a guy with confidence, and it might catch her attention."

JJ smirked at the suggestion and decided to give it a try. "You're right, Y/N. I'll do it."

The next day, Y/N sat in her room, wondering if her advice had made any difference. She had no idea that JJ had taken her words to heart and was on his way to her house. As he arrived, he adjusted his hat, wearing it backward just as she had suggested.

JJ knocked on the door, and Y/N opened it to find him standing there with a grin. "Hey, Y/N, mind if I come in?" he asked.

Y/N was taken aback but quickly regained her composure. "Of course, JJ. What brings you here?"

He entered her room, hat still backward, and casually said, "Hey, we're planning to binge-watch The Hunger Games series today. It's your favorite, right?"

Y/N's eyes lit up with excitement. "Are you serious? I'd love to join you guys!"

As they settled in to watch the movies, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of connection with JJ. They laughed, cried, and discussed their favorite moments from the films. The day flew by, and as they watched the final installment, JJ couldn't help but steal glances at Y/N, who was engrossed in the screen.

What Y/N didn't realize was that JJ had known all along that she was his anonymous internet friend, Pogue Prince. He had been dropping hints, waiting for her to put the pieces together. He had signed up for the forum and initiated conversations about his crush, all as part of his plan to get closer to her. And now, sitting beside her, he couldn't wait for the perfect moment to reveal his true identity.

As the credits rolled on the last movie, JJ turned to Y/N with a mischievous smile. "You know, Y/N, sometimes the people we're looking for are closer than we think."

Y/N furrowed her brow, puzzled by his words. "What do you mean, J?"

He chuckled softly and removed his hat, turning it around to wear it properly. "I mean, sometimes we're blind to the people who are right in front of us."

Y/N's eyes widened in realization as she stared at JJ. "Wait a minute, are you… Pogue Prince?"

JJ nodded with a grin, his heart pounding in his chest. "Guilty as charged. I've known all along, Y/N, and I've been talking to you about my crush on you this whole time."

Y/N was speechless, her heart racing. She had never expected her anonymous internet friend to be JJ, and the fact that he had a crush on her left her pleasantly surprised.

"JJ, you sneaky Pogue," she finally said with a smile. "I guess we've both been keeping secrets, haven't we?"

JJ laughed and reached out to take her hand. "Yeah, but maybe it's time we stop hiding and see where this goes, Y/N."

And so, with their favorite movie series as the backdrop, Y/N and JJ's friendship evolved into something more, all because of their anonymous internet connection that had brought them together in the first place.

[jjmaybankslays]

Weird Dreams

jj maybank x reader

JJ Maybank is your best friends since the third grade, so why is he having dreams like this?

warning: sexual mentions

JJ placed his hands behind his head as he leaned back against the pillow. His legs in a man spread position and is back lying flat on the bed.

“Fuckk, that feels so good,” he groaned, when he looked down at his lap. He saw a blonde/brunette/red hair/yhc girl bobbing her head on him.

He continued to moan involuntary, each one slipping past his lips.

Suddenly, the pleasure stopped. The girl rose and straddled JJ. When he had enough time to recognize who it was, he was surprised when it wasn’t some random touron.

“JJ?” She asked. It was your voice. The voice he’s grown up with, the voice that made his heart skip.

“Fuck me,” JJ moaned, eager for her to slip down on him.

“JJ!” She stated, in a tone of concern rather than what he expected.

He gave her a puzzled look.

“JJ!” She shouted again.

Without another thought, JJ was pulled from all of his confusion when his eyes felt light and when his vision returned he only saw black. He opened them and rose to consciousness, from his…dream?

His breathing was heavy, and he looked around to see you next to him, eyes wide with your hand on his chest.

“Hey. You okay?” You whispered. It was in full concern, not anger, or disgust. Did you know know what sin his thoughts had forced him to commit?

“What’s going on?” JJ groaned as he rubbed his eyes real fast.

She laughed lightly, “you were moaning, I though you were hurt,”

JJs cheeks immediately felt hot. Embarrassed more than anything. He shuffled a bit farther from you, in the queen bed. When he did, he felt his hard on still there.

“Was it a dream?” You asked him curiously, propping your head up on your hand.

JJ bit his tongue, “uhh more like a nightmare,” he joked.

“Wanna talk about it?” You asked with innocent eyes.

“Not a chance,” JJ stated, crossing his legs in an attempt to ease the pain.

“Oh,” you responded,disappointed.

“I don’t remember,” JJ added, in hopes to sound less like an asshole.

You nodded, though not sure you fully believed him.

“Did I…uh did I wake you?” JJ asked.

You shook your head, “no…I can’t really sleep. Kinda dealing with some nightmares of my own,” you admit.

Intriguied, JJ turns to face you, “What about?”

You frown, but continue, “They start with Rafe, beating the shit out of me. And then the Pogues ditch me…I don’t know,” she says, clearly ashamed.

“We would never ditch you, Y/n. I’m serious. And as for Rafe, if he steps to you, EVER again, I will rip his throat out. That’s a promise.”

You smiled softly at JJs words, clinging tightly to the covers.

“That helps. Thanks J,” you assure, feeling the need to hug him, “You sure I can’t help you with yours?” You asked.

JJ coughed at the suggestion, nearly choking on air, “uhh no thanks,” JJ mumbled.

“Oh come on…please?” You said, moving closer to him. Resting your head on his chest.

“Nah…nah,” JJ stiffened under your touch.

You huffed, “fine. But can you at least hold me? It’ll help me sleep, I just don’t wanna think about Rafe anymore…” you offered nervously.

JJ weighed the options, but what was he if not a friend that supported you.

“Come here, baby,” JJ rolls his eyes.

You feel a rush of excitement was over you, immediately, you jump towards JJ and wrap your arm and legs over him.

“Whoa whoa! Hey!” JJ shuffled away, pushing you off of him gently.

“What?” You asked disappointedly. Feeling insecure at the rejection.

“You…uh…I’m just tweaking…” JJ struggled to find words, or an excuse.

“Is this about the dream? Because I won’t judge you-“

“No! Fuck…I..no!” JJ groaned, relaxing his head back again, you could see his Adam’s apple as he bent his neck.

“JJ were best friends. You can trust me with whatever-“

“That’s the problem!” He interrupted you, regretting it as soon as the words slipped out.

“Why is that a problem?!” You argued, offended if he didn’t want to be friends anymore.

JJ held his tongue.

“Ugh! Whatever J. I’m leaving. Maybe John B will…” you trailed off when you saw JJs struggle.

He moved over you. Pushing himself up in a push up position. Hovering over your face.

It was sudden, but confiding you here.

His shark tooth necklace was dangling by your nose.

“I don’t wanna lose you Y/n. But I can’t help thinking if that mouth is good for anything other than whining,” JJs voice was raspy.

“So…I was the one making you moan like that?” You asked, your throat feeling dry.

JJ nodded, studying your every beautiful facial feature.

Your thoughts were interrupting eachother as you considered what Jj had just said. He was your friend! And only that! For years! So why was he thinking about sex? With YOU!

“But…you sleep with so many tourons…” you mumbled.

“It’s cool if you don’t feel the same way,” JJ shrugged. Finally getting off of you.

That wasn’t exactly true, I mean, who wouldn’t have a little crush on JJ Maybank?

“JJ…if we do this…if we say it, things will never be the same,” you answered.

“I’m prepared for that. I can’t pretend my feelings for you aren’t there,” he shrugged, remaining eye contact.

You couldn’t help but smile, JJ admitting that was what swayed you. You leaned closer and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

“So,” you began, “you wanna tell me what that dream was about now?”

[jjmaybankslays]

Distraction: JJ Maybank

JJ x Y/N

MASTERLIST

word count: 3.1k

summary: JJ is trying to fix his car but Y/N is proving to be a good distraction.

a/n: it's so short but I really like it lol. I hope you do too. the only warning I would give is that there's a hint of sexual content.

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JJ Maybank did not own many expensive things. Growing up, his dad never splurged on a gift for his son; he never even got JJ a birthday present. But, when JJ turned sixteen and finally got his license, his dad let him take his beat-up green jeep for a spin.

Truth be told, JJ had started driving at age ten, although his dad did not remember those incidents. This usually occurred when his dad was too drunk to walk, let alone drive, and JJ would have to drag his dad away from the bar and into the passenger's seat. With great difficulty, JJ snuck home by only driving on the side roads where police rarely patrolled. The first time this ever happened, JJ almost crashed the car but the fear of crashing and then dealing with his dad's temper afterward, helped JJ maneuver the car home carefully. After that night, he frequently found himself taking a ten-minute drive to the bar across town to pick up his dad. He’d usually wait until 3am and if his dad wasn’t home by then, JJ knew he’d never come home. By the time he’d arrive at the bar, it was desolate. His dad would either be sitting on the ground near the building, drinking, and smoking with some of his buddies, or just drinking alone. If any of his friends were there, JJ was not afraid they’d be concerned a ten-year-old was driving. All of his dad’s friends were trash and selfish beyond belief so they never worried themselves with how JJ’s dad got home. Although these memories are sad, driving his dad almost every night did provide JJ with a lot of practice.

But, for the sake of this story, JJ started legally driving at sixteen.

The only reason JJ considers the car his is because he's bought and replaced every bolt and gear in the car with his own money. Not to mention, the car wouldn't even be operating if JJ didn't remind himself to fill up on gas every couple of weeks. So, although his dad first bought the car years ago, JJ kept it running by paying for the insurance and any repairs he thought it needed.

This car, although beat up, was JJ's pride and joy. It was more than just a car; it was his future ticket out of here. Away from his dad. He promised himself one day he'd pack up, hit the road with the jeep and leave his dad in the dust. If only he could save up enough money.

Unfortunately, every time he got close to saving enough money, something would go wrong. The first time, right around his seventeenth birthday, the engine in his car failed and had stranded him, Kie, and Pope in some small town in Charlestown. He used up almost all his savings trying to replace the engine that time. So, he had to start saving all over again. The only problem was he'd have to find a job that paid more. Fortunately, there was a spot open at a golf course on the Kook's side of town as a caddy. He was reluctant at first, not wanting to work beside a bunch of Kooks, but he was told that the tips were good, and he'd get some free food and who would JJ be if he turned down such a good offer?

Then, a year later, another problem presented itself. JJ's dad had taken the car for a spin while drunk. JJ knew that his dad’s worst ideas always came to him when he was drunk. The car collided with someone else’s, and JJ had to not only pay for the damages to his own car, but his premium rose because of the accident. JJ wanted to kill his dad. There were so many times in his life where his dad had been cruel but there had always been some kind of intent behind it. It made JJ angry to know that there was no cruel intent behind his dad’s actions this time. He was just fucking stupid. Unfortunately, JJ felt brave enough to confront his dad about totalling the car, which led to JJ getting a black eye. The black eye only made him more bitter. The Midsummer celebration was in two days, and he was supposed to meet your family for the first time then. Now, he’d have to ask to cover up his black eye. Although he knew you’d never judge him, it still felt like a shitty thing for you to do.

The next day, looking for revenge, JJ turned his dad into the police. He told them his dad was driving drunk when he crashed into someone else. He was arrested that afternoon and JJ didn’t see his dad for six months.

There was no way for JJ to pay for the repairs this time. It didn't matter if he saved for ten years, it wouldn't be enough. He thought that this would be it. That he'd have to give up something that had been with him through many of his milestones. But a savior came in the form of an elderly man named Nick who was the owner of a body shop. JJ had brought the beat-up jeep to his shop on multiple occasions and, as the years passed, the two got to talking and had formed a close relationship. When JJ came in to tell Nick the bad news, the old man had a proposition. JJ could use the body shop and its tools to repair the car for free, as long as JJ was the only one who worked on it.

JJ's first reaction was to say no. Although he knew enough about cars, he didn't feel confident enough in his abilities to completely fix his car. He'd need to fix the brakes, replace the hood of the car, and give it a new paint job. This was a daunting task, and one JJ did not think he would be willing to try. But the offer was good and the only one he was going to get so he agreed.

So, here he was on a hot Saturday afternoon, fixing his car instead of hanging with his girlfriend.

You had been dating JJ for two years and were very familiar with how much JJ cared for this car. Most of the time, you didn't understand a man's obsession with his car but when it came to JJ's reasoning, it made sense to you. You had a few items yourself that you'd be pretty upset to lose. So, you patiently waited, watching JJ as he was bent over the front of his car, hood up. He seemed to be digging around the engine, looking for something. You had been observing JJ for the last twenty minutes and, to occupy your mind, decided to inquire on what exactly he was doing.

"Whatcha up to?" You chirped, leaning forward, and peeking your head under the hood as well.

JJ unscrewed the cap of some tube, smirking as he saw you lean closer in the corner or his mind. "Adding some more windshield washer fluid."

You nodded, watching intently as JJ used his other hand to pour a blue liquid into the tube, filling it to the top. "What's it for?"

JJ snorted, finally leaning back, and taking his head out from under the hood. You mirrored his actions, finally facing your boyfriend. "For when you take my car for a spin and completely cover the windshield in mud."

You gasped, punching JJ in the shoulder lightly. "It was one time, Maybank. Besides, I wasn't used to the gears on your car."

JJ chuckled, rolling his eyes. "Whatever you say, baby. Just make sure I'm driving next time we're near the Quarry."

You wanted to punch him again, but you let your boyfriend get back to his work. JJ leaned down again, his head disappearing under the hood. You didn't follow him this time, wanting to watch him from this view instead.

You couldn't deny how attractive he looked right now, no matter how much he was annoying you. He had this tight white shirt on, tucked into some shorts. But those shorts were covered by a dirty pair of overalls. They were big on him since he was borrowing them from Nick, so only one strap was latched onto his right shoulder while the other strap dangled in front of him. The overalls were dirty beyond belief, covered in grime and grease that had dried, meaning that they had been there for a while. He had paired the entire outfit with his signature black snapback, which had actually helped keep the hair out of his face. Even his white shirt was not exempt from the grease stains. Although he looked dirty, there was something about how he was dressed that lit a fire in the pit of your stomach. Those overalls looked so good on him that it made you want to rip them off. You didn't know if it was really the overalls or maybe just the heat, but you wanted JJ right now.

When he popped his head out from under the hood and stood up straight again, he caught you staring at him. You had been so dazed by how good he looked you didn’t even notice that JJ had seen what you were doing. Well, you didn’t notice until JJ twisted a cloth he had stuffed into the big pocket of his overalls and slung it at you. You shrieked, feeling the cloth coming in contact with your bare thigh. Thankfully, you were wearing shorts, so all the grease splattered on your skin and not on your clothes.

“Jackass!” You shriek, leaning forward and trying to grab the cloth from him.

He leaned back, narrowly avoiding your grasp. “Stop checking me out, Y/L/N.”

Your cheeks turn a deep red and you try to recover by lying. “I was not!”

JJ smirks, throwing the cloth onto his shoulder. You watched it dangle there, thinking of how you were going to take it from him. “I see we’re lying now.”

You roll your eyes, your arms outstretched. “Come here.” This was another way of distracting him from the fact that you were lying.

Although JJ had just teased you, you knew he would never pass up the chance to kiss you. Within seconds, his arms are wrapped around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest. Your hands find a home in his hair, one hand twirling a piece of long blond hair while the other traces patterns on the nape of his neck. JJ is the first one to lean down and kiss your forehead, clearly discreetly asking for your permission.

You look up at him once he pulls away. “Well, don’t just stand there. Kiss me.”

JJ snorts, rolling his eyes. “Yes ma’am.” Although he comes off as annoyed, you both know he’s actually more excited than you to get a kiss.

Your lips mold onto his perfectly. It’s as if his entire body was made for you. You don’t know how you met such an amazing guy but somehow, you have, and you are so grateful. When you and JJ kiss, it’s not just a chaste, quick one. It’s long and passionate every time. It might annoy the other Pogues, who are constantly making gagging noises behind you, but you both don’t mind.

With your eyes closed and a lot of effort, you begin to take a few steps backward where you know a couch lays. Usually, customers sit here to wait for the car to be fixed but today no one is in the shop, so you know you won’t be disturbed. JJ follows you willingly and you’re not sure if that’s because he doesn’t want to work anymore or because he can’t think straight with your lips on his. You disconnect your lips only for a second so you can lay on the couch without missing it completely. You were pretty coordinated but not with your eyes closed. Once you lay down, JJ followed you quickly, a smirk on his lips as he reconnected your lips. It takes a second, but your hands find his overall strap and you unbutton it, pushing the strap down his body. You only get it halfway off, to about his hips, before JJ separates his lips from yours and pulls his white shirt over his head.

Everything is happening at a frantic rate, and you know that to anyone else, you both look like two horned up teens. And, when you get a look at JJ’s naked chest, you definitely feel like a horned-up teen. Your mind completely fizzles out and all you can think about is how hot he is.

JJ’s lips are back on yours and he’s reaching for the hem of your shirt but, before he’s able to pull it over your head, he playfully bites down on your bottom lip, and you groan from excitement. You can see the smirk on his lips, but you don’t care. Then, JJ pulls away only slightly, his hot breath fanning across your face. He smells of mint and liquor; you know that’s because John B and JJ were taking shots earlier in the day. There’s a party on the Cut tonight and John B and JJ always pre-game too early. Since your chest is pressed against his, you can feel every heave of breath JJ takes and it only makes you want him more. You can tell by how fast his heart is beating that he wants you so badly too. Your nose bumps into one another when he tries to reconnect your lips and it causes you to smile as he tries to kiss you. JJ, upset he can’t fully kiss you when you laugh, pulls away again and bites onto the end of your nose.

You gasp. “Ew JJ.” You reach down and wipe your nose.

All JJ can do is laugh. He is laying on you with some of his weight but it’s more comforting than painful. “Lemme kiss you, baby.”

You smirk, knowing how worked up he must be. You nod, your head finding a place on his neck. Slowly, only to torture him more, you lick a small part of his neck before kissing it tenderly. You can feel JJ shudder at your touch. You know how sensitive his neck can be. “Take me home and we’ll do more than kissing.”

You know that right now, with the way you’re kissing him, JJ would do anything you say. Unfortunately, JJ’s responsible side kicks in for the first time in forever. He pulls up from the couch and begins looking for his shirt. “I can’t, baby. Got a lot of work to do.” He finally finds it, thrown haphazardly across the room, and pulls it over head.

You sigh, watching as JJ turns back around, with his overalls still baggy and leans over the hood of his car. You can see that he's trying to do something, but you’re too worked up to care. Without thinking, you grab at the cloth hanging off his shoulder and twist it tightly, before smacking it against JJ’s ass.

You can tell by his shriek that it kinda hurt but you shrug. He’s a big boy, he can take it. Besides, it’s karma for leaving you hanging. You watch and he turns around quickly, his lips parted.

“Jeez woman!” He cackles, hands coming up to clutch his chest as he laughs. “You scared the shit out of me!” He closes the hood of his car and thinks that means he’s done for the day but instead, he just turns back around and begins another task on his car.

You pout like a little baby. In an attempt to get his attention yet again, you trot over to one side of the car and, with your elbow, lean on the hood. “Why won’t you pay attention to me?”

You watch as JJ crouches down, a small smirk playing on his lips. He glances up at you for a moment, busying himself with screwing his license plate back on. It’s taken a couple of weeks, but JJ has finally repaired the entire front end of his car. Although you were very proud of him, your mind was busy with another matter.

You focus on how his hands flick ever so slightly as he tightens the last screw. “Baby, you know I love you but you’re distracting me.” He finally stands again, towering over you. “I gotta get this car fixed. Where are we gonna mack on if this car ain’t fixed?”

You smirk, your mind going back to the numerous times the two of you snuck off to make out in his car. In the beginning of your relationship, JJ used to just climb to your window but, when your parents got suspicious and locked your window from the outside, you had to meet him down the street. You still remember the first time that ever happened. It was six months into your relationship, and you were nervous as hell walking down your street in the pitch black. But you then saw JJ’s car, with its blaring white headlight and you knew everything would be okay. JJ would never let anything happen to you. It was a fond memory the two of you shared, especially in moments like this.

“Fine. What can I do to help?”

JJ smirks, leaning down to give you a passionate kiss. You can feel his hands come to cup your face for a few moments before he pulls away. You both are wearing goofy smiles. You can’t help it. He just makes you so happy. “Find me a lug wrench.”

You frown. “You know I don’t know what that is.”

JJ snickers, reaching up to tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear. His hand lingers on your cheek for a moment, and you think he might kiss you again. He shakes his head, blinking quickly. “Stop distracting me!”

You giggle, rolling your eyes. “I didn’t do anything! I can’t help it if I’m naturally irresistible.” The last comment is a little sarcastic but JJ just nods, agreeing with you completely.

“Ok, well, put a towel over your face so I can actually get some work done.” He grabs another cloth from the big pockets of his overalls and holds it in front of your face.

You laugh, grabbing the cloth from him and throwing it on the work bench sitting beside JJ’s car. “Just tell me what the hell a lug wrench is and then I can help you finish.”

But, as JJ looks into your big doe eyes, he knows he’s not getting any more work done. And he’s totally okay with that.

[jjmaybankslays]

In Your Blood: JJ Maybank

JJ x Y/N

MASTERLIST

summary: JJ and Y/N go to visit John B in jail and while they're there, an officer makes a comment that hurts JJ. But, Y/N's there to comfort her boyfriend.

word count: 3.6k

a/n: THERE'S SPOILERS IN THIS FIC FROM SEASON 2. I'm not done yet but when I was watching episode 5 of season 2 I thought of this fic and couldn't help myself. Enjoy!

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JJ was full of stupid ideas and lately, since Peterkin was shot dead by Rafe and John B had been on the run, those ideas were getting you in more trouble. Before all of this, before the new life you seemed to have, JJ’s bad ideas consisted of playing impractical and foolish jokes on Rafe and all the snot-nosed Kooks who deserved it. But now, these jokes were more dangerous and would involve you breaking the law. Like kidnapping Rafe and putting a gun in his mouth (a plan you had to talk JJ out of), or kidnapping Sheriff Shoupe (another bad idea). JJ even kept a gun in his waistband, as if he was ready for whatever was coming. It was quickly getting out of hand.

He said he had done all of this to protect you. You were his girl after all and wouldn’t let anyone hurt you. You had been through too much, been together too long, to let psychos like Rafe and Ward split you two up. But you knew it was more than that. John B and Pope were the closest thing to brother JJ had and he would do anything to help them. To save them. It just so happened that to save them, he would have to put his own life at risk.

But, like he always said, stupid things have good outcomes all the time. He had started saying that after you guys met, and he had been saying it ever since.

You guys met when JJ had been arrested for destroying Topper’s boat. At the time, he was only covering for Pope so his friend wouldn’t be arrested, but you didn’t know that. You had seen JJ many times when you volunteered at OBX’s police station and every time he saw you, he’d wink. You were a Kook and had heard not so flattering stories about JJ and his shenanigans so whenever he’d wink at you, you’d roll your eyes and continue cataloging.

But, on that fateful day, JJ was complaining in his cell more than usual. In an effort to piss Peterkin off more than usual, he had attempted to escape his cell by stealing Shoupe’s key. Unfortunately, that was a stupid idea and instead, JJ had to be taken to the infirmary to bandage a wound he had gotten when Shoupe discovered what he was trying to get away with. You were the only person on site that could treat the wound and since Peterkin knew JJ was not violent, she let you.

You remembered him saying something about how pretty your hair was and you remember yourself blushing as you got close to his face to treat his wound. Looking back, you probably fell in love with him then and there but, because of your social standings, you fought hard to not fall for him. To not feel something for the flirty blonde Pogue.

But none of that mattered anymore. You had been his girlfriend for a year now and you had been through everything together. You were there for him to mourn John B and Sarah and you were here for him now, trying to talk him out of another bad idea.

“JJ, if you get caught smuggling something to a prisoner,” You whisper-yell, leaning against the front desk of Kildare County Detention Centre. “You’ll be roommates with JB here.”

JJ looked to you, frowning softly. He had worn a tight, white shirt with just as tight jeans and looked so handsome, but you were too annoyed to focus on that. “Don’t call John B a prisoner. Makes it seem as if he’s guilty.”

Your glare softened. “I’m not saying he is, but he’s their prisoner and you know it.” You hated the cops in this town and simply addressing them in any way left a bad taste in your mouth.

JJ readjusted his signature snapback. “Darling, let me handle this.” JJ stroked your cheek softly, his knuckle wiping away the grime and dirt that had been left on your face. You had been so stressed with everything that was going on, you barely had time to care for your appearance. Not that JJ cared. He thought you looked beautiful all the time.

You rolled your eyes at the pet name he used. He rarely used it in public but when he did, you knew what it meant. I only trust you.

Before you could answer him, an officer entered through one of the doors to the left. He took down your names on the log sheet, growling as he discovered you were here to see John B. Not many people in this town liked John B now and those who did were treated horribly.

“Take off your hat and empty your pockets.” The officer commanded, watching the both of you carefully as you emptied your pockets and JJ took off his hat.

“Yes ma’am.” JJ replied, saluting the officer quickly before snickering softly. You couldn’t help yourself and you snickered along with him. You knew he was doing this to cheer you up and you reminded yourself to thank him afterwards.

The officer rolled his eyes but, after you had emptied your pockets and showed him you weren’t carrying anything illegal (at least you weren’t), he directed you to the waiting room where you’d finally be able to see John B.

As you followed the officer through a long hall, prisoners banged on the glass. They yelled at the both of you but some of the prisoners directed the most sexual obscenities at you. You reached out for JJ’s hand, and he gladly accepted it. He pulled you close to his side, kissing your forehead as he glared at the men who were yelling at you. Finally, you made it to the room where you’d soon be reunited with John B.

You and JJ waited for a few moments, sitting at one of the many tables. JJ’s hat was gone and waiting for him outside so now his unruly hair was out for the world to see. You reached up to comb it down, but he only dodged you, a sneaky grin on his lips.

“You know you like it when it’s messy.” He snickered, leaning down to kiss you.

You accepted his kiss and kissed his back, your hand still in his hair. “I only like it when I’m the one who messes it up.”

JJ’s eyes glimmer with excitement at all the ways he could get you to pull on his hair so it would be messy. Just the way you like it. “We’ll discuss it when that lady cop over there isn’t glaring at us.”

Your head turns 180 degrees, and you see as a brunette cop glares at you and JJ. When she notices you looking, she instantly hides. You snort, annoyed that you two were always being watched by cops. “How’d you know she was watching us?”

JJ smirked, kissing your jaw to get your attention. It worked because your head turned back to face him. “Just do. Just like I know that this plan will work.”

You rolled your eyes. Of course, he had to work that into the conversation. He knew how upset you were about what he was planning on doing but he also knew you’d never let him do it alone. That’s one of the many reasons he loved you; you would never let him tough it out alone.

Before you could respond though, there was a buzzing from the door on the other side of the room, signalling that a prison was being released into the same room as you and JJ. John B was coming.

Seconds later you saw him, in all his glory. This was the first time you had seen him since he had been arrested and he looked worse than you thought. His hair was more tangled than usual, and it looked as if he hadn’t slept in months. But you knew you’d be the same way, maybe even worse, if you were in his position.

No one spoke. John B made it across the room, and he sat down in front of you and JJ before any words were uttered. You watched JJ and John B, looking to see who would start the conversation. You were surprised to see them both smile at each other, laughing at the other without a single word being spoken. You slowly join in, laughing at how immature your boyfriend and friend are and soon, all of you have smiles on your faces. It was weird, you knew that, but it was comforting to know that John B had not lost his heart in this place.

“I thought it was gonna be me!” JJ spoke first, still giggling.

John B nodded, a small smile on his face. “I did too.”

You giggled, shrugging. “So did I.”

JJ winks at you. It’s not just a flirty wink, although it kinda is. He’s telling you something. Thanks for making me feel better.

The joke continues as John B speaks again. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

You and JJ continue to laugh, the joke still as funny as it was before. Maybe it was because you were so tired or because you had always had a dark sense of humour, but you couldn’t stop laughing.

“Yeah,” JJ agreed, trying to be serious but you could hear his teasing tone underneath. “When you said you had a new apartment, I had no idea.”

You smile, watching as John B looks around the cold and dark room. “Yeah, it’s a…”

“Cozy?” You add, finishing his sentence.

John B smiles at you. “Yeah.”

“A little aluminum theme.” JJ adds, patting the table that you all were sitting at.

John B nods. “Yeah. I like to go for the cold, dark …”

He trails off for a moment, but JJ continues. “Alone kinda theme.”

But John B isn’t done. “Depressing…”

You stop right in your tracks and so does JJ. This hurts you because you know he’s not joking anymore. You try and wrack your brain on what to say next, but JJ decides first.

“Look, I would like to sit and chitchat, but I’m on the clock. And I’m here for one reason only, okay?” He pauses for a moment to build suspense and you can’t help but roll your eyes because you know what he’s gonna say next. You heard him rehearsing this. “Operation Liberation.”

“Oh boy.” John B sighs, looking to you. “Here we go.”

You nod, crossing your arms over your chest. “Yup, just wait JB.”

“I know, I know.” JJ says, completely serious. He knows how done both you and John B are with his ideas, but he continues. “Hear me out.”

“He’s got a bunch of steps, JB. Just wait.” You tease, a small smirk forming on your lips.

JJ looks at you then back at John B, slinging an arm around your shoulders. “Step one, piss off the cops so badly they don't see what's coming.” JJ looks behind him for a moment and waves at the woman cop who just rolls her eyes. Then he looks back at John B. “Check. Step two, at exactly 11pm this evening, you’re gonna have an attack of acute appendicitis.”

You and John B both frowns. Before you can ask, John B does. “Do you even know what appendicitis is?”

“Yeah.” JJ says matter-of-factly but you and John B are still not convinced so JJ continues. “Remember in eighth grade? Algebra final?”

You frown. You definitely don’t know what he’s talking about now. “What?”

JJ looks at you. “Faked appendicitis, baby. Just to get out of a test. Worked like a charm.”

“Jesus Christ.” John B muttered, his head in his hands. You could tell JJ might be overselling how well the trick actually worked.

“Now,” JJ continued. “To sell it, you gotta actually look sick, though, okay? You got some of that ghost face sunblock in here?”

You frowned. Did JJ really think prisons gave out sunblock to prisoners? “JJ,” You sighed. “It’s a prison. They probably only give him a bar of soap if he’s lucky.”

John B nodded to what you said, watching intently as JJ turned to you again. “She’s right.”

JJ smirked, giving you a quick kiss on the lips before turning back to John B. “Is it white.”

John B frowns, confused. To be honest, so were you. “Yeah?”

“That’ll work. Take some of that. Rub it into your face well, okay? You don’t want that shit rubbing off when they check your vitals. After that, you run your hands under cold water for five minutes. After that, you’re ready.” JJ said, but he wasn’t done. “Showtime, baby. Stumble out and collapse, okay?” JJ’s hands slam the table, as if John B was his hand. “Once you’re down on the ground squealing, they’ll rush you to the infirmary. There, you just gotta convince the nurse that that sucker’s about to burst. Okay? Then -”

You had just about heard enough. There was no way you could listen to any more of this. “He gets it, JJ.” You sigh and look at John B. “Basically fake appendicitis.”

John B scoffs. “Yeah, easy enough.” You think he’s gonna stop JJ. You think he’s gonna tell him to stop but instead he smirks. “Then what?”

You roll your eyes. These boys are gonna be the death of you. “Seriously?” You groan.

They both ignore your plea and instead, JJ continues. “They’re gonna eject you to the hospital. Remember cousin Ricky?”

You scowl. “The dude who smells like ass and was trying to kiss me during Thanksgiving?”

JJ nods, smirking at you for a moment. “Unfortunately, yeah.”

John B furrows his brow when JJ looks back to him. “Cousin Ricky, the weed dealer?”

“He’s an EMT.” JJ excitedly states.

“He’s an ass.” You state, rolling your eyes for what seems like the twentieth time.

“He sold us our first dime bag.” John B remembers, a small smile playing on his lips.

You scoff. “Of course, he did.”

JJ glances at you. “So? He can do both. Gig economy, baby.” While you swear under your breath, JJ continues, “okay, then step three. Extraction.”

John B looks up to JJ, no humour in his eyes. “This is the dumbest fucking idea you’ve ever had.”

JJ nods and so do you. “Yeah, you’re probably right, but you know what’s even more dumb? You think you have any other way out of this.”

“JJ,” You sigh. “This prison is a fortress. Do you think you can just stroll in here?”

“Thank you.” John B says, shaking his head. “JJ, they have barbed wire, cinder blocks, and guards on every corner.”

“I know.” JJ defends. “You’re not the detail guy so don’t worry. Leave it to the professionals.”

You want to yell at JJ. You want to say that he's not the professional either but instead, the lady cop calls out for you to both leave because time’s up and John B has to return to his cell. You both stand to leave but before you take even one step, JJ speaks again.

“You gotta trust me.”

You look at John B and you can tell he’s scared. But you also know he’s out of options and soon, he’ll be convicted for a crime he did not commit. You give John B a knowing look, as if to say that he shouldn’t worry and that you’ll take care of JJ. Because you will. Even though this might be a stupid idea, you’d back JJ up one hundred percent.

As you leave the waiting room and go out into the hallway, it’s much quieter. The prisoners that were there before are now outside in the yard. You can see them roughing it up and having fun through the window. Just as you pass the window though, JJ stops. Something has caught his through the window and when you go to check on him, it catches your eye too. It’s JJ’s dad. He has a basketball in his hands and is shoving some of the other inmates while he dribbles. He seems to be having fun, but you could never tell when it came to JJ’s dad. He was always so serious, a stark contrast to his bubbly son.

“JJ,” You whisper, trying to get his attention. He looks at you, a soft smile on his face. But you know the truth behind that smile. He is sad. “Let’s go.”

He nods and reaches out for your hand which you gladly take. His hand just feels so right against yours. You truly believe you guys were made for each other. But the lady officer, who you now know is named Officer Plumb, is annoyed with you and JJ, and shoves you forward. It causes you to trip over your own feet and, if it wasn’t for JJ’s strong grip, you would’ve hurt yourself.

Just as you both exit the detention centre; JJ turns to look at Plumb. “What’s your problem? Don’t hurt her.”

You want to smile at how protective he is over you but instead, you hold onto one of his arms, so he doesn’t lunge at Plumb. The last thing you need is to be visiting JJ here. “JJ, it’s fine.”

JJ doesn’t take his eyes off Plumb though. Even as you make your way down the steps of the centre and are met with the fresh air, JJ can’t let it go. He lets go of you for a moment and turns to face Plumb who is an arm’s length away.

“I just have one question before I leave. How much are you splitting with Shoupe?” JJ asks, a smirk on his lips.

This must anger Plumb because she furrows her brow and shoves JJ forward, causing him to stumble down some steps. Thankfully he’s holding onto the railing so he’s okay but once you get to the bottom of the steps, you wrap your arms around his stomach and hope he doesn’t retaliate at her.

Instead, surprisingly, JJ just wraps an arm around you and smirks up at the officer. “Ah, sorry. Did that hit a nerve?”

Officer Plumb scoffs. “You’ll be back here one day. It’s in your blood. If you know what’s good for you, you won’t drag her into it.”

You know she’s talking about you. It makes you so mad that you want to lunge at her yourself and hit her. But you can tell those words have hurt JJ and you care more about his feelings than your own petty revenge. Besides, Plumb will get hers one day.

As you both turn to leave, you can see JJ has gone quiet. His bike is only a few feet away, but you don’t want to get on just yet. You need to comfort him. So, you stop and although JJ doesn’t want to, he faces you. His arms are still wrapped around your waist, so you move your arms to wrap around his neck as you pull him into a bear hug.

“JJ don’t listen to her. Maybe if she wasn’t a corrupt piece of shit, she’d have some room to talk. But she doesn’t.” You say, your head buried in his chest. You wish you could see his face, but you know he needs a hug right now, so you continue to hug him.

“She’s right though. I’m bound to be here like my dad, and I shouldn’t drag you down with me.” JJ mumbles, his head buried in your neck.

You pull away only a little. Just enough to see his face. “JJ, all the decisions I have ever made are my own. I love you. Do you love me?”

JJ nods, tears pooling in his eyes. You swear, you’ll kill anyone who makes JJ cry. “I love you more than anything.”

You smile, your heart fluttering at his words. Even after all this time, he still makes you feel so special. “Then that’s the end of that. I don’t want the person I love the most walking around thinking he’s bad for me or that he’s gonna end up like someone he’s nothing like. You’re good, JJ. You are. Sure, you have stupid ideas, but what’s the thing you always say?”

JJ smiles. “Stupid things have good outcomes all the time.”

You nod. “The stupidest thing you ever did was get arrested but that’s how you met me. So, I have to believe that John B will be alright.”

JJ smiles. “I gotta kiss you now, darling.”

You smirk, leaning forward a touch so your lips could connect. And when they did, it sent electricity through your veins. No one kissed like JJ. Maybe it was because you loved him so much or because he was the kindest person you ever met but, every time you kissed, you felt yourself fall even more in love with him. Something you didn’t think was possible.

When you two finally broke away from the kiss, JJ was smirking again. “You think if we got back to John B’s house fast enough, we’d have enough time to mack before Kie and Pope get there?”

You smirked right back. You were so glad he was back to his flirty self. “I don’t know. How fast can you drive?”

JJ laughed. “Very fast, ma’am.”

You nodded and spoke in a very teasing tone. “Then we better hurry home.”

You said home as if it truly was you and JJ’s home. Although it was John B’s home, you knew that wherever you were with JJ, that was your home.

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Cigarette Daydream: JJ Maybank

JJ x Reader

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word count: 6.1k

summary: “Do you have a minute?” JJ asks a stranger sitting on a park bench. From there, relationship between the reader and JJ blossoms in the span of a few hours.

a/n: this imagine could not have been written without @teamnick​ who has been my supporter since day one. she has been hyping me up even when i think i don’t deserve it and initially gave me the ideas to start this fic. so thanks so much babe, i couldn’t have done it without you. secondly, please listen to the song cigarette daydream by cage the elephant when reading this, I love that song <3

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Hopelessly Devoted

jj maybank x reader

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a/n: the first time I posted this it didn’t show up in the tags so i’m posting it again!

JJ has never experienced this before. His whole life he has never felt this way before. The only word that he could describe it is lovesick.

JJ was absolutely totally undeniably completely hopelessly in love with you. and you had no idea. It wasn't like it wasn't obvious. The way he looked at you with hearts in his eyes.

Other people noticed it too the way JJ looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky. John B, Pope and Kie could tell their friend was in love.

"Does she ever talk about me?" JJ asked Kiara as they were out on the boat.

You were working and missed out on the boat day but you didn't mind you were gonna catch up with them later.

"I mean she doesn't not talk about you." Kiara replied.

"Come on Kie, I know you guys have your girls night. She has to say something" JJ begged.

"I think she loves you as a friend" Kie offered.

"You don't ask her about me?" JJ frowned.

"Not really slipped my mind."

"Well next time you see her will you." JJ asked.

"oh no i'm not getting in the middle of it." Kiara reasoned.

"You already are in the middle of it."

Kiara turned away from JJ shaking her head and looking out at the ocean. John B was driving the boat back to the château after a day of swimming and fishing.

Later that day when it started to turn into the evening you came over bringing snacks with you for a movie night.

You knocked on the door and then entered the château.

"Hey I brought snacks," you shouted hoping they could hear you.

"thank you y/n" John B acknowledged.

You walked into the living room ready for a chill night with your friends.

JJ patted the seat next to him on the couch gesturing for you to come sit next to him.

"Sit with me" JJ spoke.

You climbed over Pope and Kiara who were on the floor cozied with blankets and a air mattress.

John B and Sarah were on the couch too. The space JJ pointed to was small and so you sat down a little squished.

The movie started and everyone settled down. However, you seemed to inch closer to JJ progressively throughout the movie.

It got to the point where half your body was on top of him. Then JJ took it upon himself to haul you onto his lap.

"There. That's better huh," JJ whispered in your ear.

You simply nodded focusing your attention on the TV.

Near the end of the movie you started to grow restless. You shifted around and ended up straddling JJ's lap. Now you were facing him.

"Hi there princess."

"Hi"

"Shhh" Sarah hissed.

You then proceeded to lay your head on his shoulder, nose nudging at his neck. Eventually you fell asleep.

There wasn't that much left of the movie. JJ was shocked you felt comfortable enough to fall asleep on him. He felt like he was in heaven. He couldn't believe it, your soft breaths hitting his neck. Occasionally, JJ would rub your back, soothing his hand up and down. When the movie was over and the snacks have been eaten JJ got up.

"Alright guys Im gonna hit the hay, and get this one to bed."

Your legs unconsciously wrapped around JJ's waist. JJ carried you by the back of your thighs.

When JJ made it to his room he laid you down on his bed. He brought the covers up to your neck and kissed your forehead.

"Good night angel."

JJ went to the hall closet for some blankets. Then he made himself comfortable on the floor.

—————

You woke up from one of the best sleeps you've ever had. Maybe it was JJ's scent in the sheets or being in his bed but you were unbelievably comfortable.

You started to sit up when you did you noticed a mop of blonde hair peaking out from a blanket on the floor.

He slept on the floor? You were shocked. What a gentleman. You would have been fine sharing with him though.

"JJ," you called to him.

"JJ."

When you got no response you threw a pillow at him.

JJ propped himself up on one arm and threw you a nasty glare.

"Seriously" JJ asked.

You scrunched up your nose, "You weren't waking up."

"So you through a pillow at me?"

"Yes." you laughed.

And JJ who loved the sound of your laughter grinned.

"Why'd you sleep on the floor?" You asked curiously.

"I wanted you to have the bed," JJ spoke sincerely.

"You could have shared with me," you reasoned.

JJ hitched his throat. The thought of you sharing a bed with him had his heart hammering in his chest. He wondered if you would have cuddled with him. No that he couldn't handle. He was practically blushing.

"No baby girl you just seemed so tired I didn't want to disturb you." JJ responded. He didn't even notice the pet name. It just flowed out of his mouth so naturally he didn't even notice how flustered it made you.

You buried your face in your hands hiding your flushed cheeks and smile.

When you uncovered your face and looked at him JJ was already looking at you. To him, you looked breathtaking. Your hair was messy and your lips looked plump. Your face looked ethereal. JJ could feel his blood rushing through his body. Then he got himself thinking, if he could wake up to this beautiful sight, to her, every morning he would die a happy man.

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The next day you all went over to Sarah's house to go swimming.

The boys came to pick you up at your house since yours was closest to Sarah's. You were the last stop.

You were wearing a purple bikini and some jean shorts over it. When you entered the twinkie JJ took notice to your lack of clothes and exposed skin. You looked hot and JJ was practically drooling.

Your legs were pressed together in the back of the twinkie as John B drove. Pope was in the front seat leaving Kie, JJ, and you in the back.

JJ reached over and put a hand on your thigh. This causing you to blush furiously. This action unnoticed by kie.

"Hi pretty girl," JJ whispered.

"Hi," you whispered back.

The rest of the drive over to Sarah's house was quick and you all casually conversed.

"Alright ladies, here we are," John B shared.

JJ was first to hop out of the van. The rest of you quickly followed.

After entering Tanny hill you all headed to the pool area. Sarah was happy to host everyone over.

The pool was huge and you forgot how well off kooks are.

"Here are some towels," Sarah commented.

"Thank you."

The pogues were lounging around the pool no one was going on just yet.

You stripped down into your bikini. Not even 10 seconds after you did so JJ was picking you up bridal style.

"JJ don't you dare."

JJ swung you over the edge of the pool and acted like he was going to drop you by releasing you from his grip over the ledge. Each time he would fake drop you you would cling onto him a little tighter. He would fake drop you three times and on the fourth he actually threw you in.

When you surfaced you gave JJ the stink eye.

"Your welcome," JJ offered.

John B got up and made his way to sneak up behind JJ. It only took one shove for JJ to end up in the water.

"Hey!" JJ said as he surfaced wiping his face.

"Thank you John B," you voiced.

"Anytime."

In no time the rest of the pogues joined you and JJ in the water. Pretty soon everyone was splashing each other.

You all had a good time swimming and splashing.

About an hour or two later you sat in a lounge chair working on your tan.

Kiara came and sat by you.

"So tell me what's going on between you and JJ," she spoke resting her chin in her hand and her elbows on her knees.

"What do you mean? There is nothing going on between us," you stated shocked.

"Just admit you like him already would you," Kiara put out.

"I don't know what your talking about," you smiled smugly.

Your smile did not go unnoticed by Kiara who just shook her head and looked the other way.

JJ walked over to you and sat at the end of your lounge chair.

"What are you guys talking about?" JJ says nonchalantly.

"Nothing," you and Kiara say at the same time.

"Right we'll I was wondering if y/n wanted to come surfing with me tomorrow morning?" JJ placed his hand on your knee and uses his thumb to stroke the area.

His actions don't go unnoticed by you but you let him touch you as you found it sweet and endearing.

"Yeah i'd love to go surfing with you J," you added.

"Great. It's a date."

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You woke up on the pull out couch in John Bs den. It was all a haze waking up to hushed voices in the living room. The sun peaking through the window.

"Hey sleepy head." JJ's voice rang through your ears. You let out a groan and covered your head with a pillow.

JJ grabbed the pillow and threw it on the other side of the bed. "Ready to go surfing?"

JJ's eyes were bright and he had a faint smile on his lips. Truth be told he was excited to spend some alone time with you. He was deeply in love with you and you were absolutely clueless.

"Yeah give me a minute."

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You and JJ sat on the sand after crushing the waves. JJ had his arm around you.

"Thank you for coming out with me." JJ spoke softly, digging his hands into the sand at his place next to you.

"Yeah no problem, the waves were great," you smiled.

JJ was at war with himself. He desperately wanted to tell you how he feels about you. How he loves you so much. He wanted to shout it from the roof tops. He just didn't know how you felt and it was torture. He didn't think you liked him back but then again he didn't know for sure. Should he risk everything including you friendship and tell you.

JJ was conflicted. Right now was the perfect opportunity. You were alone overlooking the beach. And here you are sat next to him without a clue that his heart is beating faster with you next to him. JJ finally decided to do the next best thing: ask you out.

"Hey, So I was wondering if you wanted to go out to dinner with me?"

"With the other pogues?" you questioned.

"No it would be just us." JJ answered.

"Like a date?"

JJ panicked. "No not a date. Just two friends hanging out."

"Oh okay. Yeah I'd love to."

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You and JJ had your dinner and it was lovely. You guys talked and laughed like there was no tomorrow. Your legs touched under the table and you felt like you were floating.

It was three days after the dinner when you were walking to the château.

It was a 5 minute walk but you decided to stop at the store to get some beer, making your walk a little longer.

You were almost to the store when a truck pulled up right next to you. To your horror it was Rafe and Topper.

"Hey there girlie," Rafe commented stepping out of the truck.

"Rafe." You gave him a mean look.

As he got closer to you, you could see his face more clearly. He had a black eye and a busted lip.

"What happened to you?" You asked, not that you really cared.

"Your little boyfriend is what happened. But you should see him." He whistled, "Not pretty."

"I swear if you hurt him-"

"What? What can you possibly do to me." Rafe spoke.

Without thinking you threw a punch at Rafe hitting him in the nose.

"You little shit!" Rafe snarled.

"Topper grab her!" Rafe shouted.

Topper took your hands and held them behind your back holding you in place.

"That pogue really got me. Now it's time for some payback."

Topper held you down while Rafe hit you. You were able to kick him in the balls but he was beating you pretty badly.

All of a sudden the three of you herd a siren. Topper let you go immediately and tried to act natural.

Sheriff Peterkin stepped out of the car.

"What's going on here?" she questioned.

"Nothing sheriff." Rafe yelled.

"Why don't you run along and get out of here," sheriff peterkin announced.

Rafe and Topper were quick to move. They quickly drove off not wanting to get in trouble.

"You okay miss."

"I'm fine," you whispered.

Then you fell to the ground and everything went dark.

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When you first woke up you were confused as to where you were. Slowly becoming conscious, you realized you were at the police station.

"Oh good your awake. I'd like to see you in here please." Sheriff peterkin ordered.

You slowly got up and made your way to her office.

"Have a seat."

You sat down quickly realizing that everything in your body ached.

"Now who did this to you?"

"I think you know," you replied weakly.

"damn it!" she cursed.

"Would you like to press charges?"

"No. I just want to go home," you spoke truthfully.

"I highly advise-"

You cut her off, "I just want to leave please."

"Ok." She motioned for you to exit the room. You breathed a breath of relief.

On your way out you looked at the time. It was almost 3pm. You were supposed to be a John Bs an hour ago.

You slowly but surely made your way over to the château.

When you arrived the pogues were all out in the porch. You were anxious to face JJ because you don't know how he's going to react.

You walked up to the lawn and the pogues could see a shadowy figure. When you stepped into the light on the porch all the pogues gasped.

Your face was badly bruised.

JJ stood up. "What the fuck!"

"JJ-"

"No stop. Who did this to you?"

"Rafe."

JJ started walking. "I'll kill him."

"No JJ. Please don't," you pleaded.

JJ was fuming. How dare someone hurt his girl. JJ felt a little bit guilty because he fought Rafe a couple days ago.

"It's all my fault I shouldn't of provoked him. I'm so sorry."

"You didn't know he would come after me. it's ok."

"It's not ok," JJ expressed.

JJ took your hand and led you to the bathroom. He had you hop up on the sink. He began cleaning your wounds.

"I can't believe he laid his hands on you." JJ spoke.

"I'm fine JJ."

"Look at you. No your not."

JJ dabbed at your eye and you winced.

"Sorry," JJ apologized.

When JJ was just about finished assessing your injuries he began to speak. "I can't do this. This is breaking my heart."

"JJ wha-"

"No let me finish."

"I can't stand seeing you hurt like this. My chest physically hurts and I feel like i'm going crazy because Im crazy about you. I can't pretend like i'm not in love with you when I am."

JJ's chest was rising up and down. He was breaking down over his love for you. He was ripped to shreds at the sight of you hurt. It tore him apart.

"JJ I have always loved you," you confessed.

As if he was holding his breath he let out all the air in his lungs. He gave you a bright smile.

JJ wasted no time as he leaned forward in his spot between his legs. He cradled your face in his hands and placed his lips on yours. The kiss was quick and frantic.

You were surprised at the passionate nature of the kiss. Your stomach was tingly. Your mouths explored each other's. When the need for air became too strong you pulled away.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." JJ expressed.

[jjmaybankslays]

nervous

pairing: jj maybank x reader

word count: 2.5k

summary: what happens when jj maybank develops a crush on the class valedictorian?

a/n: i haven’t written for jj in soo long so here’s this opposites attract oneshot for y’all. set before sarah and john b get together, it’s the pogue’s senior year of high school. lmk if you want more of this dynamic!

"You have a crush on Y/N? She's like the complete opposite of you..." Pope was saying to his best friend JJ.

"Dude, I know. But maybe that's why I like her so much." Maybank replied.

"What do you guys even have in common?"

"Uhhh... well. She likes to read and I- I can read. I just choose not to."

"We're off to a great start here," Pope said sarcastically, "What else?"

JJ thought for a second. "Oh! Her favorite color is green! I like green."

"Whose favorite color is green?" Kiara asked as she and John B. joined the rest of the Pogues at the lunch table.

"This girl JJ has a crush on," Pope explained.

"Ooooh, JJ has a crush? Who is it?" John B. nudged JJ's arm.

"I'm not telling you guys. You're gonna make fun of me," JJ refused.

"Oh, come on! Pope knows!" Kiara reasoned.

"Yeah, no keeping secrets from each other," John B. reminded them.

JJ sighed, "Fine. But only if y'all promise not to laugh or anything."

"Yeah, whatever, just tell us," Kie was dying to know.

"It's Y/N," JJ announced.

Silence. Then, all at once...

"Wait a minute..." from Kie.

"Y/N Y/L/N?" from John B.

and "That's what I'm saying!" from Pope.

"Guys, come on. You said you would be chill about it," JJ was starting to regret sharing his secret.

"Sorry, it's just... isn't she... like smart and responsible and stuff?" John B was saying.

"Literally... the opposite of you, JJ. No offense," Kiara added.

"None taken. But yeah, she is all those things, John B. That's why I like her. I think she would be good for me. Plus she's pretty," JJ replied.

"And you think you can pull her?" John B. asked.

"Come on, who can resist my charm?" JJ said, smiling.

—

For the past week, JJ had been working on a plan to get Y/N's attention. Which was hard considering the two ran in different circles and shared no classes.

So it must have been fate when JJ ran into her in the main office the following Monday. He was no stranger to the receptionist sitting at the desk, used to running late or being called into the principal's office for skipping class. It was for this reason that he almost missed the girl he had been dreaming about all week who happened to rush in right after him.

JJ wondered why a perfect straight-A student like her would be here, but the sounds of her trying to catch her breath and her frantic state answered his question. Little miss perfect was late, just like him.

He couldn't help but smile to himself, finally, they had something in common. Something he could work with.

But before he could turn around to spark up a conversation, the receptionist called him forward. "JJ, how many times has it been this month?"

"Uhhh.. I lost track after the fifth time," JJ shrugged.

"You know I'm only asking because I want to see you graduate, the disciplinary committee is not going to be as nice," she said.

"I know, I know miss. I'll be better next month."

"How about starting tomorrow? You're all set."

JJ turned around, trying to come up with an excuse to hang around the office, but he knew that he was already pushing his limits.

On his way out, he grinned at Y/N. “Fancy seeing you here,” and left before she could respond.

-

"Dude, you said what to her?" Pope asked, incredulous. It seemed like every conversation JJ had with his best friend these days elicited disbelief.

"Come on! That line is a classic, works every time."

"Name one time," Pope challenged him.

"Uhh that one time with Stacy, or Sasha, I forget what her name was."

"Yeah, great example."

"What's wrong with that line anyway?"

"It's less what's wrong with the line itself and more the situation in which you said it. You probably embarrassed her," Pope said matter-of-factly, chewing on his apple.

"What? How's that embarrassing? I'm clearly hitting on her."

"Because, she was late and probably already stressed out. Y/N is never late, and you just pointed out the obvious to her."

"Shit. I didn't think about it like that," JJ admitted.

"Think about what like what?" Kiara asked, coming over to their unspoken designated lunch room table with John B. JJ was starting to get deja vu.

"JJ saw Y/N this morning," Pope started to explain. "They were both late and checking in at the main office and on the way out he said, 'Fancy seeing you here.'"

Both Kiara and John B. winced. "Why would you say that man?" the latter asked.

JJ groaned. "I wasn't thinking okay! I didn't mean to embarrass or upset her or anything. You think she's mad at me?"

"I mean, you guys barely know each other. There's a chance she might have forgotten already," Kiara tried to reason.

"Somehow that's even worse," JJ said.

"It's alright, buddy. Better luck next time," JB tried to comfort him.

"If there even is a next time," JJ grumbled.

With his luck, there was a next time. This time JJ was in Y/N's territory.

When his teacher asked for a volunteer to run to Ms. Scheer's classroom, JJ's hand immediately shot up. He didn't care what the errand was, all that mattered was that Y/N would be in that room. He knew as much from watching her intently, but from a safe distance in the hallways.

He seemed to catch her attention the second he walked in. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Once again, he was wishing that the circumstances were more ideal. His usual charm seem to dissipate in the presence of teachers.

After handing Ms. Scheer the construction paper she needed, JJ turned to look at Y/N, settling for a wave this time.

To his relief, she softly smiled back at him. He rushed out of the classroom and quickly pulled out his phone to text the groupchat.

JJ himself could not believe it, that someone as beautiful, smart, and amazing as Y/N noticed him. That line has yet to fail me, he thought to himself.

Since it was the end of senior year, there was word of quite a few parties happening that weekend. However, JJ only cared about one. And that was whatever one Y/N decided to grace her presence with.

In order to find out this information, JJ employed Kie to ask around in her circle of kook friends if anyone happened to know where his recent infatuation would be.

It just so happened that John B. was also crushing on a certain kook during this time as well, Sarah Cameron. The two boys hoped that their respective crushes would be at the same place Friday night and waited anxiously by their phones the entire day for a text from Kie.

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Still, JJ found himself looking in the mirror for longer than usual getting ready for Sarah's party. Even just the chance of seeing Y/N there was enough for him to go. Plus, John B needed a wing man because he knew Pope and Kie would just spend the whole time there together.

After taking one last look at his outfit: gray muscle tee, shorts, and his signature baseball cap, he headed out the front door and into Kiara's Jeep.

As they pulled up to the Tanny Hill mansion, JJ started to get a little nervous. Or excited. He wasn't sure which, the nerves and butterflies inside his stomach seemed to be dancing the tango.

Of course he had been to kook parties before, the kooks vs pogues thing had mostly died down by the time they got to high school, but he couldn't help but feel out of place amongst the drunk rich kids of Kildare.

"Are you coming or not?" Kiara asked, already out of her car.

She quickly rushed to meet up with Sarah and some other girls, Pope tagging along as JJ and John B. looked around in search of some liquid courage.

Kie had agreed to put in a good word for John B. after he practically begged her, so all he had to do was sit back and wait. However, JJ would have to be on edge for the next few hours, unsure if Y/N was going to show up or not.

"Dude, you should still have fun, regardless if she shows or not. It's our senior year!" Pope said to him later in the night, seeming more buzzed than usual. That's when JJ realized how sober he was, he was so anxious about Y/N's presence or lack of, that he was only on his second bottle of beer.

He pulled out his phone to check the time, not expecting to see 5 texts from Kiara.

Realizing that the last text was from one minute ago, he left the group of boys he was standing with and ran inside the mansion, making a beeline toward the kitchen.

He slowed down once he was close enough to hear Y/N's voice talking to Kie.

It's now or never, he thought. Entering the kitchen, his eyes immediately caught Y/N's and he swore he saw them light up. Noticing Y/N’s change in expression, Kiara turned around.

"Ah! Just the guy I was looking for!" she said.

"Uh, hey. What's up?" JJ said, trying his best to seem nonchalant.

"Y/N, this is JJ, the guy I was just telling you about."

"Oh, hey! I think I've seen you around," Y/N said, smiling at JJ. His heart melted. Was this real life?

"Kiara, Y/N and I go way back. Remember we were both late that one day?" JJ hoped that he wasn't bringing up a sensitive topic, Pope's words echoing in his mind.

"Oh my god, yeah! That was you!" Y/N responded.

He let out a sigh of relief, "Yeah, I hope I didn't catch you off guard or anything."

"Oh, no worries, it wasn't the first time I've been late."

"Good, I don't know why I thought I made you upset or something," JJ said, scratching his head.

"Why would you think that?"

"My friends, Pope and John B. They said that what I said was stupid and I could've embarrassed you."

"You told your friends about our 30-second interaction?" JJ could see her lips pulling into a smirk and his heart started to race. It was at this point that Kiara slowly began to back up, giving him a thumbs up and a grin when she was out of Y/N's eyesight.

"Well, I only tell them about the pretty girls."

"And how many have you told them about lately?" JJ knew what game she was playing and gladly played along.

"Just the one," he grinned.

"Good, I told my friends about you too," she admitted.

"Y-you did?"

"Yeah, I mean I didn't think much of the day in the office honestly, but after you came into Ms. Scheer's and waved at me, I felt like there was something more going on."

"Well, you would be right."

"I usually am," she said, shrugging.

"What else did you tell your friends?"

"Hmmmm..." she pretended to think, tapping your index finger to her chin. "I told them that there was this super cute guy stalking me and asking around about what party I was going to."

The boy could feel his face growing hot, unsure if it was from her calling him cute or the fact that she knew he was asking about her.

"Aww, no reason to be embarrassed. Guys ask about me all the time," she said.

JJ balked, unsure how to respond to Y/N's candor. She was entirely different from how he imagined her, even better somehow.

"I'm kidding," she laughed. "The truth is most guys are too intimidated by me to even try anymore."

"What? Really?" Sure, Y/N could be perceived as intimidating because of all her accomplishments and positions, but for JJ, that just made her more attractive. He wasn't sure how any single guy on the island could refrain from being pulled in by Y/N's magnetic pull.

"Yeah," she took another sip out of her red solo cup. "But it's whatever, half of the guys on this island are assholes."

"Cheers to that?" he lifted up his half-drunken beer to her cup.

"Haha, cheers to that Maybank," she smiled, downing the rest of her drink. "Wanna get out of here?"

"I was wondering when you were going to say that," he grinned, following her to the backyard.

She led him past the pool where people were throwing each other in, careful to avoid getting splashed, to the edge of the premises where a rock wall surrounded the lawn.

Y/N easily climbed up, taking a seat at the top, JJ following suit.

"I've never been up here before," he said.

"It's kinda like my hiding spot, consider yourself lucky I’m showing it to you."

"Oh, trust me, I do."

"Stop," she gently pushed JJ away. "You cannot possibly like me that much." Though she said it in a joking manner, he could tell that a part of her meant it.

"Oh yeah? Try me," JJ said, desperate to prove himself.

"Okay, name 5 things you like about me. Non-physical things."

"Easy. You're smart. You're ambitious. I like it when you get competitive like at Pep Rally and football games, and I like your sense of humor. Also, your smile."

"Hey! I said non-physical things."

"Yeah, but you don't just smile for anyone. That's what I like about you. Every time you smile, it feels special. Like you meant it for that one person only."

Y/N was blushing now, "You're kidding me."

"Nope, I'm being 100% serious right now. Look, Y/N, in case you haven't noticed, I really, really like you, and even though I just named five things about you, I want to get to know you more." JJ reached out to grab Y/N's hands.

"JJ, you're shaking."

"Shit. Sorry, I just get a little bit nervous around you. I'm usually not like this." Y/N had him acting like he had never done this before, and though he had been with plenty of girls, he had never felt this strongly about them before.

"It's okay," she smiled. JJ thought he would never get sick of seeing that. "I like you too."

"Really?"

"No, I just smile at everyone like this," she laughed.

"So what do you say? You and me on a proper date?"

"Hmmm, where would you take me?"

"Anywhere you want, as long as it's not on school grounds or a fundraiser."

"JJ!" she playfully swatted at him, unable to control her grinning from ear to ear. In the process, JJ was finally able to grasp on her hand and pulled her closer to him.

"Still need verbal confirmation, pretty girl. Do we have a deal?"

"Deal," she whispered, close enough to JJ that only he could hear.

[jjmaybankslays]

don't be a stranger

pairing: jj maybank x reader

summary: y/n begins dating her boyfriend, not knowing that she would lose her best friend in the process.

word count: 1427

warnings: none, just angst as usual (but a happy ending!)

You began dating your boyfriend a few months ago. He was a great guy. Funny, handsome, and caring, he checked off all of the boxes of an ideal boyfriend. You were happy for once.

Unfortunately, you didn't know that having a boyfriend would mean losing your best friend in the process.

Ever since you began seeing your boyfriend, JJ started distancing himself from you. Not from the other Pogues either, just you.

It broke your heart to see him getting further away from you, but did you not deserve to be happy? You didn't understand why JJ was making you choose between your happiness and his.

But maybe it was because in another world, JJ would have been the one for you. You wanted to go back in time to August, your shirt stained with red wine from laughing too hard with him, sitting by the campfire nestled safely in his arms.

You were his best girl and he always made sure you knew that. "Just wanted to see my best girl," or "What are you up to, sunshine?"

You missed that the most. Your friendship with JJ often crossed the lines between platonic and romantic, but you didn't mind. It was like you and JJ existed in this grey area, both of you afraid to make a move but content with where you were.

You thought you had forever together to figure it out.

Then you met your boyfriend, and your conversations with JJ went from "I'm picking you up after work today," to "You don't pay attention to me anymore!"

"Because, JJ! Every time I try to get close to you now, you always pull away from me. We never hang out unless it's with the Pogues, you're always in a bad mood around me, god you won't even hug me anymore!" you had shouted at him.

Then, having regretted being so harsh, you said "I don't want things to be different between us just because I'm seeing someone."

"But how can they not be?" he responded. "Nothing ever feels right anymore."

You sighed. "I don't know what to tell you, JJ. You're my best friend, and you always will be. But I can't do this right now. You know it's not possible for us to be like the way we were before."

That was the last time you talked to him. Weeks ago. It was the longest you had ever gone without any contact from him. It was like you two were strangers again.

How did you get here?

You still loved your boyfriend, but you would be lying if you said the angst between you and JJ hadn't caused a rift in your relationship. Each time you laughed, you felt a part of yourself wish that JJ was here with you. That he was the one making you laugh.

When your boyfriend called you his girl, you almost frowned because JJ would call you his best girl until you realized that those days were long gone now.

You tried your best to hide your sadness around your boyfriend, it was something you were good at, hiding your emotions. The only person in your life that could clock you was JJ, of course.

He knew when you were mad you got passive aggressive, when you were frustrated you would cry, when you hated someone you would be extra nice to them. He could read you like a book.

Which is why you never picked up his phone calls. You knew that as soon as you tried to speak, he would know something was wrong. You wanted to believe that you were fine, that you and your boyfriend were fine, but the thought of JJ kept you up at night.

You told yourself you would never be the kind of girl that let their boyfriends take over their lives, let them drift apart from their friends. But JJ wasn't just a friend. You knew that. He knew that. You both were so caught up in whatever weird limbo you were in between friends and lovers that you almost didn't realize you had left JJ behind.

You didn't know how much longer you could be with your boyfriend. You adored him, but he just wasn't JJ. He wasn't your best friend. He wasn't the one that made you laugh the hardest or knew all your secrets. No, that was someone else.

How could you tell your boyfriend that you were starting to hate who you've become? How you wanted to go back to how life was before you ever met him?

You usually went to JJ for advice, but what were you going to say? Hey, how do I break up with my boyfriend because I realized that I am actually in love with you?

At the same time, it would be nice to hear his voice. The one that always managed to calm you down, but at the moment terrified you. You knew that he had been leaving phone calls here and there, so you decided to check your voicemail, not expecting very much.

You were surprised to see that you had not one or two, but several voicemails. All from him.

Some were just a few seconds, the longer ones were two minutes. You hit play on the most recent one, from a few days ago.

"Hey Y/N. It's JJ... I don't know if you're listening to these, but I just wanted to let you know that we're fine. I'm sorry, I was being selfish before but I decided that what I want isn't worth losing you for. I just want my best friend back. That's all."

Suddenly you couldn't hold it in anymore. You let out the sobs you've been holding in for the past few months, not caring if your boyfriend in the next room could hear or not.

—

It had been a week since you broke up with your boyfriend. Meaning that you had been sitting alone in your room trying to work up the courage to call JJ back for seven days.

All throughout this, your friends Kie and Sarah have been extremely supportive. They knew that what you and JJ had was special, and really, they just wanted the Pogues to be back together again. Ever since you left, JJ had become a shell of himself.

"I just feel awful about everything, what if he doesn't want to talk to me?" you were saying to the girls.

"Then he wouldn't have called you. All the voicemails on your phone are from him," Sarah said matter-of-factly.

"Yeah, why would he leave all those messages if he didn't want to talk?" Kie added.

You knew they were right. You picked up your phone and shooed your friends out of your room.

He picked up almost immediately, his voice on the other line startling you. "Y/N?" he said.

"Hey, J. It's nice to hear your voice."

"Yours too." A beat. Then, "Why are you calling? Did something happen?"

"We used to call all the time, not just when something happens," you tried to hide the hurt in your voice, "But yeah, me and him broke up."

"Oh. I'm sorry, Y/N, what happened? He didn't hurt you, did he?" The concern in his voice causing tears to sting your eyes.

"No, no, nothing like that. I actually broke up with him."

"Oh. Pretty boy wasn't good enough for you?" You almost smiled, relieved to see that you were on bantering terms again.

"No, he just wasn't you, JJ." There it was, the truth.

You heard him take a deep breath on the other side, and then there was silence. You had been waiting weeks to confess your feelings for him, and you couldn't take it any longer.

"Please say something, JJ."

"Where are you right now?"

"I'm at home."

"Stay there, I'm coming over."

You looked outside your window. "Wait- it's raining pretty bad. You could get sick. How are you going to get here?"

"Y/N, I have been lying in bed for the past month beating myself up for not running over there and telling you how I feel. If you think this rain is going to stop me, then you've severely underestimated my love for you."

"You- you love me?"

"I thought that was clear by now." It was, but it was something else to hear him say it aloud.

"I love you too, JJ."

"Great, I'm glad we've established that. Now do I have your permission to run into the rain so I can see my best girl?"

[jjmaybankslays]

who's the guy?

pairing: jj maybank x reader (ft. the pogues!)

summary: the pogues find out y/n is seeing a new guy, and will not stop until they find out who he is.

word count: 846

a/n: just a short fluff piece! <3

"Soooo, what's his name?" Sarah asked, leaning towards you and batting her eyelashes.

"Whose name?" JJ had just joined you and the rest of the Pogues in John B.'s living room.

"Apparently, there is a mystery man in Y/N's life and she won't give him up!" Kie explained.

"Oh, is that so? I hope he knows how to fight," JJ said, looking at you with a glint in his eye.

"Hey! No one is fighting anyone!" you responded, actively trying not to blush at his comment.

"Okay, but we need to know if he's good enough for our Y/N. What does he look like?" Kie pressed you for answers.

You sighed, "He's tall, has blonde hair, he's super smart, like Pope level-"

John B. interrupted you, "You being for real? No one is smarter than Pope."

"If you hadn't interrupted me, you would've heard me say that he is as smart as Pope, I didn't say smarter," you replied matter-of-factly.

Sarah giggled, "Ignore him. What else can you tell us!!"

Honestly, you didn't want to give too much away. As much as you loved the Pogues, you also enjoyed the thrill that came with having a secret relationship. Plus, there was no pressure to make appearances or act a certain way in public. You two could just be yourselves.

However, this conversation was a whole lot of fun, and you and him had figured it was about time to reveal your secret soon anyway.

"Well, let's see..." You tapped your index finger on your chin as you contemplated what to reveal next. "He likes to go surfing and on fishing trips."

"Okay, so literally any other Pogue on the island?" Pope joked.

"Oh, yeah, he's a Pogue if I've ever seen one," you chuckled.

The room was silent for a second while everyone tried to figure out who it was you had been sneaking off to see for the past few weeks.

"Ugh, I don't know," Kie groaned. "You're positive we've met this guy before?"

"Yes. 100%." It took everything in you not to erupt into a fit of laughter right then and there.

"Alright, but on a scale of 1 to 10 how handsome would you say he is?" JJ asked.

John B. nudged his friend in the arm, "JJ, how is that going to help us?"

"Because! I'm clearly a solid 10, and John B., you're like a seven, so we can use that to compare!" JJ barely finished his sentence before JB was throwing his pillow at him.

"Chill, dude! I was joking... kinda!" JJ said in-between the thumps of the pillow hitting his body.

"If you must know, I think he's a ten," you said with a smile, causing John B. to halt his assault on JJ.

Surprisingly, no one caught on to the very obvious hint in front of their faces.

"I seriously can't think of anyone on this island that's a ten," Kie said. You made the mistake of giggling at the thought of her reaction when she would finally find out who it was you were describing.

"What are you laughing at?" she chuckled nervously.

"Oh, nothing. Just how stupid you're gonna feel when I tell you," you answered.

"Are you ever gonna tell us?" Sarah sighed, on the edge of defeat.

"You know what, I don't think I ever will," you said jokingly.

Immediately the room filled with groans and complaints of "Come on!" and "Just say it, we won't judge!" from everyone. Everyone except JJ.

"Dude, you don't wanna know who this guy is?" Pope was asking him.

"I... kinda have a feeling who it is already," he winked at you.

This next hint did not go unnoticed by the rest of the Pogues.

Again, the room erupted with the sounds of your best friends, but this time with confusion and surprise.

"WAIT WHAT??"

"Are you kidding right now?"

"You're sleeping with JJ???"

JJ wrapped his arms around your waist as he came up behind you. "Hey! Watch how you speak about her boyfriend!"

You couldn't help but giggle like a little girl with a crush, because that's exactly how he made you feel.

"You're right, Y/N, I do feel so incredibly stupid right now. It was right in front of our faces this entire time!" Kie exclaimed.

"Yeah- all of those times I 'stayed at home' or left to check on Y/N were just excuses to see each other," JJ explained.

You wish you could've captured the faces of your friends as they reacted to this news. It was priceless.

"Wait- there's one thing I don't get though. Didn't you say he was as smart as Pope....?" John B. asked, both confused and amused.

"Yeah... haha about that... I only said it as a joke to throw y'all off," you admitted.

"What?? So you don't think I'm as smart as Pope?" JJ said to you, acting, or actually offended, you couldn't tell.

"Babe, I said you were a solid ten. I think that should be enough for your ego today."

[jjmaybankslays]

Ice, Ice Baby: JJ Maybank

JJ x Reader

MASTERLIST

word count: 2.8k

a/n: this is for liane's 1.5k celebration! The prompt is “That was stupid.” “And also kinda cool, right?” “No. Just stupid.”! I had so much fun making this and it really gave me the inspiration to write again so thanks @pogueslandia you're the best! enjoy!

~

She knew this was a bad idea from the start. If Y/N knew one thing about her boyfriend, it was that he was competitive. And now she's paying the ultimate price; Y/N is teaching JJ how to skate.

Before her time in Outer Banks, Y/N lived in Northern Canada. This was before she met and eventually began dating JJ, but it was an important time in her life. She had grown up in a small town, housing just about 3,000 people. Although the townspeople were cozy, the atmosphere was not. It was cold all year. Y/N even had a specific memory of putting two pairs of socks on during July just so she could keep warm. There was nothing to do in that small town except gossip, work, and skate. And since Y/N hated the first two options, she chose the third: skating. She was eight when she began skating, watching the older boys on the rink for reference. It became a habit that every morning Y/N laced up her heavily used skates and would try to stay upright on the ice rink in her neighbourhood park. With lots of hard work and injuries sustained from falling on her ass too much, Y/N learned how to skate.

And it was all thanks to Jake. He had been the skating instructor at the town ice rink, working a minimum wage job teaching little kids how to stand upright on their own. To Y/N’s embarrassment, she was the oldest in that class and had initially hated going to her classes. She was as old as Jake but nowhere near as talented as he was, and she was sure he’d have a lot of fun making her life a living hell. Surprisingly, it was the exact opposite. He had been encouraging and inspired Y/N so much so that she actually began enjoying skating. When she had to move, she had said goodbye to Jake and although they had promised to keep in touch, the time zone difference was too much and soon, Y/N had completely forgotten about him.

And now, she was back in her small town, with JJ nonetheless, and all she could do was reminisce. JJ had got them plane tickets to her small town as an anniversary gift. They had just celebrated their two-year anniversary and JJ knew how much this gift would mean to her. Over the course of their relationship, JJ had heard so many heartwarming stories Y/N had from this town and how she had wished she could go back, even if it was for one day. Well, he had a week now to explore this small town with Y/N as his tour guide.

The first thing she wanted to do was skate. She hadn't skated in years and the second her eyes saw the snow; she knew she wouldn’t be able to think about anything else. But she knew JJ didn’t know how and she didn’t want to bore him so for the first three days of their trip, they went sightseeing. Well, as much sight seeing as you can do in a small town. In reality, Y/N brought him to all her favourite places. To the retro diner in the middle of town, to the snowy cliff that overlooked the icy lake, to finally the skating rink. It had been on her mind for days now and JJ could even tell how impatient she was as they approached the rink.

“I just feel bad.” Y/N sighed, nuzzling her head into JJ’s chest. “I’m gonna be having fun while you watch from the sidelines.”

JJ chuckled. “I don’t mind, baby.” He reached around to give Y/N a warm hug, pulling her closer to him. It seemed that the warm, sunny feeling never left JJ, even if they were in the coldest place in Canada.

Y/N looked up at him, her hat sliding down her forehead. They both chuckled but Y/N made no move to fix it. She knew JJ would want to. He loved doing those little things for her. Just another way to show her how much he cared. And, to no surprise, a few moments later, JJ’s hands come up to push Y/N’s hat out of her eyes. When she looks at him again, he has this lovesick smile on his face and Y/N knows she’s wearing the same one. Even after two years, the spark is still there.

“I could teach you.” Y/N offers, her gloved hands stuffed into JJ’s pockets. She had pockets of her own, but JJ’s warmth was more comforting.

JJ raised his brow. “Really?”

Y/N shrugged. “Why not? It’d be fun to see you fall.”

JJ’s laugh erupted from his chest, making his whole-body shake. Y/N loved these laughs the most. It was as if some of the light in JJ’s body turned outward for a moment. “Very funny, but no thanks. Wouldn’t be sexy to fall in front of my girl.”

Y/N smirked. “Actually, I think it would be incredibly sexy if you came out on the ice with me.”

JJ’s eyes look devious. “Lemme go borrow some skates.”

The first ten minutes were great. JJ had not fallen once and even had begun standing on the ice on his own. Although he was proud of himself, he was more in awe of Y/N. As he held onto the side of the rink, he watched as she flew across the ice. Y/N looked so beautiful. She looked so free. JJ is in awe. Every day he thought she couldn’t get more beautiful and yet every day, he was proven wrong. After a few minutes and twirling around the rink, she returned back to him, confused as to why there’s tears in his eyes.

“What’s wrong? Too cold?” Y/N uses her scarf to wipe under his eyes, but he doesn’t say anything, he just keeps looking at her as if she were the only person on earth.

JJ’s about to speak. He’s about to tell her how beautiful she is, and how she’s everything he’s ever wanted. But he’s cut off by someone shouting her name.

“Y/N?”

Y/N turns around, goosebumps appearing on her skin. The voice is so familiar that Y/N instantly recognizes the person before she even turns around. It’s Jake. He looks older and taller but still the same in a way. There’s still that childish grin and those boyish features that she had once seen every day. Before even thinking, she quickly skates towards him and embraces him. A small noise comes from her as his arms envelop her. She’s in complete shock, not even noticing how JJ’s posture instantly straightens.

He already doesn’t like Jake by the way he’s hugging Y/N. He’s hugging her like JJ did before he was with Y/N. He had always been self conscious when it came to his relationship with Y/N in the beginning and was unsure if she really liked him. So, he’d hug her as if he’d never see her again. Those hugs got him teased relentlessly by John B and Kie but now, it was no longer funny. Now, all he wanted to do was push Jake off Y/N. But he composed himself as they both skated his way.

“How’d you find me?” Y/N asks, sneaking her hand into JJ’s pocket. JJ smiled at this small action but didn’t let his eyes leave Jake.

“Lilly said she saw you at your folks’ old home. I didn’t believe her at first but here you are.” Jake’s eyes never leave Y/N as he speaks and JJ has a deep, guttural feeling that Jake has a huge crush on her.

Y/N nods. “I’m actually here with my boyfriend, JJ.”

Finally, and JJ can not stress this enough, Y/N looks at him and her face changes. He wonders how he can tell but when Y/N glances back at Jake for a moment and then returns her eyes on JJ, he knows what the difference is. You like Jake as a friend, but you love JJ. And although that only reassures him slightly, it does help.

“Hey, dude.” Jake nonchalantly speaks, extending his hand for JJ to shake.

JJ knows his grip has to be strong, so he prepares himself for the grasp. His jaw is set, and his eyes are locked. Even though he knows he’s having trouble standing upright because of the ice, he makes sure his posture is perfect. When their hands finally touch, the staring is so intense that even Y/N notices. She tries to fill the silence with some noise.

“What have you been up to?”

Jake’s eyes finally leave JJ’s, a smile back on his lips. JJ doesn’t look away though and continues to glare at the boy who he now knows is his enemy. “Well, I graduated last year like you and now I’m going to college in the city. I only come back here on the weekends for skating,”

Y/N laughs. “You’re still teaching skating? Wow, nothing has changed, has it?”

Jake chuckles, his hand coming up to pat Y/N’s shoulder. JJ wants to lunge at him for how he’s touching her, but he refrains from doing so, knowing that Y/N would be mad. He’d do anything just to make sure Y/N was happy and if he had to refrain himself from beating Jake up just to make Y/N happy, then he’d do it.

“Easy for you to say. You’ve definitely changed. You’re all grown now with a boyfriend, may I add.” Although Jake’s tone is lighthearted, JJ can see the venous look in his eyes.

Y/N turns away from Jake for a moment, looking at JJ. There’s a smile on her face and JJ forces himself to smile at her even though it’s the last thing he wants to do. He wants to pull her away from Jake. He wants her to never speak to him again. He doesn’t want to lose her to Jake.

“So have you! You’re an adult now.” Y/N jokes, her head leaning against JJ’s shoulder. JJ knows that he shouldn’t read too much into her simple gesture, but it warms his heart to know that she still looks to him for comfort.

Jake notices this and JJ can tell it bothers him. “Don’t give me too much credit, I was never the skater you were.”

Y/N gasps, looking at JJ. “Jake taught me everything I know about skating, and now he’s upset that the student has become the master.”

JJ forces a small laugh, but his eyes return to Jake for a moment. He still refuses to say anything and instead, watches Jake roll his eyes playfully. There’s a tightening in JJ’s chest because Jake and Y/N are being so playful. The witty banter between them is noticeable and JJ thought she reserved that side of her for only him.

“At least I can still skate faster than you.” Jake defends himself, his eyes never leaving Y/N.

JJ needs to stop this. It has gone too far. He’s rarely jealous, mostly because in OBX, there’s no one for him to be jealous over. Y/N didn’t have any boyfriends before him, and all her guy friends were also JJ’s friends. Besides, no one had ever flirted with Y/N the way Jake was. The insecure side of JJ told him that if he doesn't put an end to it now, then Jake will steal the only good thing in his life.

“Uh, I was actually gonna do that right now.” JJ remarks, letting go of the side of the rink. He had been stabilizing himself up until this point and now that the let go, the only thing keeping him upright was Y/N. She held onto his hand as she watched him struggle to stand upright.

“J, are you okay?” Y/N questioned; worry etched into her tone.

JJ smirked, kissing her cheek. “Of course, baby. I got this.”

He, in fact, did not have this. The second he shrugged off Y/N’s grip, he felt himself slip. Jake and Y/N both were there to help him this time but, slightly embarrassed, he shrugged them off again and tried to move forward on the ice. When he almost slipped for a second time, Jake grabbed onto his side and Y/N gasped. He could feel her eyes on him, but he didn’t look at her. He already knew what she was thinking. And he had to agree. This was very dangerous, but he was too consumed with jealousy to care.

“You okay, bud?” Jake asked, helping JJ stand upright. JJ wanted to push him off but instead, he just waited until Jake’s hands moved.

“I’m fine.” JJ grunted, moving away from Jake. He hated how sarcastic Jake sounded, especially since he knew he was making a fool out of himself.

“Why don’t we start off easy, bud?” Jake suggested. JJ swore that if he kept call him ‘bud’ that he’d start throwing hands. “Just do a little jump for me.”

“Jake, don’t be an ass.” Y/N warns, skating to JJ’s side and trying to help him stand upright. JJ shrugged Y/N off this time, upset at her slightly. She thought he couldn’t do it and even if JJ couldn’t, it still hurt him to know.

JJ nods. “Don’t worry, baby. I can do it.”

Y/N’s eyes narrow, watching in anticipation as JJ skates farther away from them. He slowly turns to face both Jake and Y/N before he forces a smile. “JJ, don’t.” She’s warning him but he’s too focused on the cocky grin on Jake’s face.

And then he jumps. He uses all the strength in his legs to push himself up and when his skates hit the ice again, he prays that he stays upright. And when he does, all he can do is smile. Sure, it wasn’t an effortless jump, and he did almost slip and fall when he was coming back down, but he did it. He proved Jake wrong.

“Great job!” Y/N claps, skating toward JJ. She’s a little annoyed at the both of them for being so competitive but she’s just glad JJ’s okay.

“That was good.” Jake admits, following behind Y/N. “But I doubt you could do it on one leg.”

Y/N shoots Jake a look. Jake’s smile instantly falls but he quickly recovers when he looks away from Y/N. “No way. You’re such an ass, Jake.”

Jake rolls his eyes. “Oh, c’mon, baby,” Jake teases, mimicking JJ’s slight accent when speaking. “I’m sure your boyfriend can do it.”

JJ knew that him calling Y/N “baby” was the last straw. That was something only he used for her and to hear it come from Jake’s mouth made him angrier than ever before. So, within seconds, JJ is jumping in the air, this time with one foot.

Unfortunately, this time, JJ is not so lucky. The second his skates hit the ice again, he feels himself sliding and before he can fully process that he is falling, the back of JJ’s head hits the ice.

For a moment, he feels dazed. His vision goes blurry, and his ears begin to ring but all he can think about is how stupid he looks. He’s more worried about impressing Y/N than the fact that he’s hit his head against the ice. He only grows concerned when his vision gets better and he comes face to face with Y/N, who is kneeling over him with a distraught look on her face.

“JJ? Oh god, JJ are you okay? Jake, go get the medic.” Y/N’s a mumbling mess and JJ can’t help but smirk at how concerned she is.

“Seriously? He’s fine -” Jake begins but Y/N quickly cuts him off.

“Fucking go!” Y/N yells and although JJ can’t see Jake’s reaction, by the sound of how fast he’s skating away, JJ knows he’s shocked and scared at the same time. Y/N turns back to JJ, cupping his face. “J, are you okay?”

JJ moves his head only slightly to nod a yes but then groans out in pain. “Never felt better.”

Y/N chuckles, her face a little more relaxed. Although she was so worried about him, she’s glad he’s still conscious. “That was stupid.”

“And also kinda cool, right?”

“No. Just stupid.” Y/N deadpans, her fingers rubbing circling around JJ’s temples. “I’m just glad you’re okay. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, baby. I’m sorry for being so stupid. I just can’t take it when some guy is hitting on you. Gotta show him who he’s dealing with.”

Y/N chuckles. “So, your big plan was to eat shit on the ice?”

JJ scoffs. “I do recall you saying that it would be sexy if I fell.”

Y/N rolls her eyes. “I don’t remember that. I think you hit your head a little too hard.”

But they both knew the truth. That yes, JJ could sometimes do stupid things, but stupid things had good outcomes all the time.

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Last Words: JJ Maybank

JJ x Reader (Female)

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word count: 4.1k

summary: jj confesses his feelings to the reader when he thinks they’re about to die.

a/n: this was literally written at the crack ass of dawn in an hour and it’s not my best work but I thought it was cute nonetheless. happy reading :)

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Man’s Best Friend: JJ Maybank

JJ x Reader (Female)

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word count: 4.2k

a/n: ok so this has not been edited but it literally came to me in a dream. Of course, it was not JJ but another boy that I know (you could say my crush) but I can’t use my crush’s name and I thought this would be a good JJ fic. I might go over it later, but I wanted to get it out because I love this idea way too much. Anways, I hope you enjoy!

summary: JJ Maybank was devastated after he lost one of his best friends. To protect himself, he turns away even his best friends. In an effort to fix JJ, Kiara and Pope get JJ a dog. At first, JJ hates the idea and doesn’t want a dog but soon enough, Apollo brings him joy and solace in so many ways.

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love you back; jj maybank

summary: the three times jj maybank told you that he loved you, and the one time you said it back.

warnings: brief (unwanted) sexual comments, profanities, mentions of blood, mentions of fighting (?), gif credits to @bellblake

word count: 2240

one.

there was yet another kegger at the boneyard, courtesy of the pogues who were all too bored out of their minds to waste the night away.

kiara was with pope, talking to a group of tourons about their never-ending facts, and somehow, it kept them entertained.

john b and sarah were dancing along with the blasting music, bodies swaying despite the music being upbeat.

and you, you were sitting on a log, a red cup in hand. you watched as the waves crashed on the shore. the salty breeze of the air whipping across your face, goosebumps slowly spreading on your body. the night was beautiful despite everything that’s been happening, the moon and twinkling stars reminding you that there’s beauty amidst the chaos.

you sighed, standing up to get another drink when the familiar shouts of jj caught your attention. you dropped your cup on the table and rushed over to him as you saw a group of kooks spit harsh insults at the boy.

knowing him, he’ll never back out from a fight, more so when he’s drunk. jj and the kook already had a threatening range between them, chests puffed out and fists clenched, but before any punches could be thrown, you got between the both of them and placed your hands on jj’s chest, “c’mon, j, let’s go.”

“fine piece of ass you’ve got there, maybank,” the kook laughed, eyes trained on your butt, “maybe i could get a taste after you’re done with her.”

although before jj could lunge at him, you beat him to it. you threw a perfect punch directly at his nose, making him stagger back. his friends went to help him out but he pushed them away. clutching his bleeding nose, he raised a finger at you, “you bitch!”

you slapped him across the cheek as he made the move to do so, “leave, now.”

his friends navigated him away from the boneyard, and you shook your throbbing hand, “holy shit, i didn’t know it was that painful to punch someone!”

jj had a look of adoration on his face, he placed a kiss on your hand and leaned forward to kiss you. your arm immediately wrapped around his neck, as his went straight to your waist.

you didn’t know whatever this thing you had with jj was, you’re more than friends but less than lovers. he never placed a label on your relationship, and you couldn’t help but wonder what this meant to him, if it held a big part of his life as it did in yours.

“that was hot,” he mumbled against your lips, words slurring with intoxication, “god, i love you.”

if the circumstances were different, you would’ve said it back. you would say it again, and again, and again, and you would never get tired of saying it to him, but instead of answering, you brought his lips back to yours. hands roaming across each other’s bodies. you hoped that the intensity of the kiss would make him forget that he ever said that.

two.

it’s been at least a few weeks since that fateful night. jj never got tired of bragging how badass his girl was, bringing up how you broke the guy’s nose.

the two of you were currently snuggled in bed, silence surrounding the both of you with the excerpt of the soft music playing from the radio. your back was against jj’s chest as he continued to trace shapes on your bare skin.

he didn’t know if you’re awake, but he continued to appreciate your existence. the moonlight was shining over the both of you, he moved your stray hair aside and peppered soft kisses on your shoulder. he whispered a soft, ‘i love you’, before letting the music lull him to sleep.

unbeknownst to him, you were wide awake. staring at the blank wall as you felt your chest rise and fall in sync with his. a heavy feeling landed straight to you, swallowing harshly before trying to get sleep to overcome you.

three.

you and jj were at the dock beside the chateau, legs dangling over the water as you watched the sun set into hues of oranges and red.

your head was rested on his shoulder, hands intertwined. he tilted his head to look at you, there was a small smile adorning his lips.

you could feel his stare practically burning a hole on the side of your head, you grinned teasingly, “you know, rumor is, it’s rude to stare,”

“not when i’m looking at the most gorgeous girl in the outer banks,” he kissed your forehead, “you know i love you, right?”

you hummed uncomfortably, removing your hand from his.

“c’mon, y/n. i’m not drunk, you’re not asleep, so what’s the matter?”

you tensed up beside him, and this time he watched you carefully. you took a deep breath, choosing to stare at the dimming sky instead of the man beside you, “you don’t mean that,”

he scoffed unbelievingly, “i do, i do.”

you remove yourself from his side, shaking your head as you let out a quivery breath, “no you don’t. you’re in love with the idea of us, with who you become when you’re around me, you’re in love with the moments we have… not me,”

“no, because that’s exactly the reason why i love you, y/n!” he stood up, running a hand through his hair, “i love who i become when you’re around, i love how you balance me out, i love how well you know me,”

“jj, can’t you see? you love how i’m such an asset to you, you think that i could change you when it’s supposed to be you!” you interjected, “i’m not even your girlfriend, jj. you never asked me to be, and even if i was, you’d have no reason to love me!”

“see now that’s just unfair!” he threw his arms up.

“what’s unfair? that i want to know what’s going on between us?” you scoffed, folding your arms, “jj, you can’t tell me you love me if we haven’t established whatever’s going on.”

he sighed irritably, tugging at the strands of his hair, “why are you so stubborn? when will you accept that my heart beats only for you?”

“jj, you don’t even know what my favorite color is!” you exclaimed, rubbing your arms together as a harsh wind blew.

he froze, his mind whirring, trying to figure out what it is, “i-”

“exactly my point,” you sighed, turning around to walk back into the chateau.

“i don’t know what your favorite color is but i know how you like your coffee, i know that you get grumpy in the morning because you have a hard time falling asleep at night, i know that you braid your hair when you’re nervous, i know that you hang your mother’s ring in a chain because it’s too big for you, i know that you hate sitting next to john b during lunch because he chews too loud but you don’t want to say anything because you’re scared of hurting his feelings, i know that you hate how your voice sounds on tape but i love how you sound, i know that you often compare yourself to sarah, or kie, or some girl, but you’re perfect just the way you are! and i know that saying it back is at the tip of your tongue but you’re scared,” jj spoke up, his chest heaving up and down from saying it in one breath. he watched you stop on your tracks, with one more sigh, he whispered softly, “what are you so afraid of?”

he walked past you and left, leaving you alone at the dock with your thoughts.

what were you so afraid of?

one. part two.

it’s been weeks since your last confrontation with jj.

you’ve been avoiding him, and the pogues like a plague. you spent the last few days moping around your room or spending early mornings out for a walk as your mind whirred with your never-ending thoughts and possibilities.

a knock from your door caught your attention. you sighed, turning your gaze away from your television. the background of friends still went unbothered, “come in,”

your little sister went inside with a sad look on her face. you frowned, opening your arms to invite her in, “what’s wrong, bubba?”

she sighed, nuzzling her nose at the crook of your neck, “i think boys suck,”

“what happened?” you asked, rubbing her back soothingly.

“marcus said he liked me but i saw him holding chrissie’s hand at the park,” she said, playing with the elephant stuffie jj has given you, “i wish i could find someone like your boyfriend, y/n.”

you furrowed your eyebrows, “boyfriend? you mean jj?”

“yeah,” she looked up at you, “it’s like you’re his princess, he looks at you like you’re the most beautiful thing in the world. kind of like those disney movies.”

you hummed, “well, jj and i aren’t talking right now,”

“what, why?”

“things are a bit complicated right now. he said he loves me,” you smiled softly at your sister, who’s listening to every word you’re saying.

“really?” she perked up, “did you say it back?”

you looked up at your popcorn ceiling, “no,”

“y/n, why not?”

“i don’t know, really, i just-” you sighed, were you really going to talk about your love life to your 7-year-old sister? “i feel like i’ve loved him my whole life and when he finally said it, everything sounded so unreal, you know?”

“i don’t,” she blinked, she placed the stuffie on your lap, “but do you love him?”

“maybe? i don’t know,” you sighed, stressfully running a hand through your hair.

“i don’t think love is a maybe, y/n, it’s either a yes or a no. you love him or you don’t love him,” she shrugged.

you looked at her in disbelief, “and when did you get so smart, missy?”

she jutted her bottom lip out, “heartbreak changes you,”

you chuckled, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. you raised the volume of the television, letting her lounge in with you as you thought of what she and jj said.

what are you so afraid of?

you love him or you don’t love him.

the thing with jj was, everything happens so unexpectedly. the moment you kissed him for the first time was you signing up for the start of a summer romance. you had some expectations that you hoped would happen. but with him, sometimes it was more than you could ever ask for.

you didn’t mind if he was a bit closed off, or if he was a bit too rowdy. you didn’t mind that he often steals from your plate, thinking that you wouldn’t notice, you didn’t mind that he gets protective over you and his friends that it often meant getting into fights and you patching him up, you didn’t mind him waking you up at 4 in the morning because he got into another fight with his dad, you didn’t mind that he’ll suddenly open up about everything all at once, and you didn’t mind the least that he loved you.

you didn’t mind.

because despite his flaws, you’ll still love him.

you’re in love with jj maybank.

the pogues were all at the back of the chateau, having a light conversation as the campfire in the middle crackled.

“jj!”

their head snaps toward your direction, and jj shot up the log, rushing towards you.

“y/n, what happened? are you okay?” he panicked, hands cupping your face as he tilted it, looking for any injuries.

“i’m sorry, i love you, i love you,” you breathed out, placing your hands on top of his, “i love how you send me songs that remind you of me, i love how you always have the disposable camera with you, i love how passionate you are, i love how you never fail to make me happy, i love how you care so deeply for your friends, i love you everything about you, jj maybank, every bit. i love you,”

“-and i’m sorry for not saying it sooner, i was so scared of what could possibly happen with us at the next stage of whatever this is but i’m not now, so i love you.” you heaved, now just noticing the shocked expressions of him and your friends. now that everything calmed down, you realized that you practically yelled in front of them.

your cheeks heated up as john b, pope, and kiara stood up, muttering something about giving the both of you some space.

“i’m sorry, jj. i-”

he cut you off with a kiss, wrapping his arms around you to pull you closer than you already were. lips locking with profound love, before slowing down into soft and sweet pecks.

your eyes slowly fluttered open to see him looking at you with a soft gaze in his eyes. he pulled you closer into a hug, your fingers playing with his hair.

when he pulled back, he had a teasing smile on his face, “you love me,”

you laughed softly, and pecked his lips, “yeah, i do,”

“y/n loves me,” he sang, twirling you around, “my girlfriend loves me!”

“girlfriend?”

“yeah, you’re it for me.”

“well, i can’t possibly say no to that,”

“you’re stuck with me for life,”

“forever and always.”

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