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Love at First Sight

This is NOT my usual content, and I'm sorry about that. But for my followers who are possibly interested in my personal life, I have a little background for you in the romantic department. I'm to a point where I think I need to just put this out there and let the universe take care of it for me so, here goes nothing.

I'm convinced that I met the real-life version of JJ Maybank (but this means much less of a man hoe). A traveling, weed-smoking, understanding gentleman that happened to be within arms reach this while time. My very own JJ Maybank was RIGHT THERE IN MY BEST FRIENDS FAMILY FOREVER.

I didn't believe in love at first sight, I really didn't. My love life is kind of a struggle. For a while, I blamed it on commitment issues. Then decided maybe I was just *scared*.

The first (and only) boy I ever fell in love with was a year above me. Every girl in theatre (and out of theatre) swooned over him. He was the definition of perfection.

6'1, thick dark hair, dark green eyes with an absolutely sculpted body. He had the voice of an angel and dance moves to get any sad-spirited person moving.

That's not particularly what I cared about, but this story isn't about him.

The next boy I was romantically involved with was a good friend of mine. We had an obvious connection (though I didn't realize it was a *friend* kind of connection). I dated him for 4 days and dumped him ( broke his little heart) because I realized he was manipulative and possessive.

Mr. Rockstar is next, a year younger than me. He was the only guy I've ever done actual 'couple' things with. He seemed to be a gentleman. He always asked when doing things, took me on nice dates, played the guitar for me. But I should have taken our difference in religious and political opinion as a red flag. Soon enough he was going off to college, and that was something I didn't mind. Though I guess the whole 'long distance' thing was a problem for him. And he wanted the "full college experience". This tore me a little bit, but I soon recovered.

My most ambitious quest for a guy was my ex-boss. Now I know how bad that sounds, it is. We also had lots of differences in opinion. But he was *so* funny and didn't stand up for shitty men. So I saw him as a great guy. He, unfortunately, saw us on different paths (and also got my age wrong, showed how much he cared.)

After him I kind of gave up, I talked to a few guys, even went back to some old guys I talked to minorly. But, just as it was before, I wasn't interested enough. I knew I had to be all in for a guy if I wanted it to last any amount of time. So I saw this time as a time for myself.

Not too long ago my best friend was going through an extremely hard time. Of course, I was there for her every step of the way. After the whole *event* she went through, I decided I wanted us to have a night out. Just us. I asked her where she wanted to go, saying I'd take her anywhere.

"The Bistro! It's new downtown, my cousin works there. It's kind of expensive but-"

"I don't care, I'm taking you, sounds good." She smiled, just nodding.

It was a mere hour before we were standing outside of the restaurant. It was a small place between a brokerage and a tobacco store.

"It's not a very busy place because no one knows about it yet." She said pushing the door open. I was fiddling with my keys, shoving them in my pocket, then looking up. I immediately made eye contact with a waiter. My heart was pounding in my chest in an instant.

*Woah, what is this feeling?*

It was a mixture of anxiety and a feeling I'm still not sure of, but I knew it wasn't something I felt before. I couldn't even see this guy's face, it was covered by a mask, and he was giving me major butterflies. He then came up, hugging my friend.

*Oh you've got to be shitting me. **that's** her cousin?*

Now I had met this kid before, about 5 years ago. And I would say *met* very loosely. I happened to be sitting in his house and he happened to walk through.

My friend spoke to him for a moment as we were led to our seats by our waitress. All while this is happening *I'm* trying to figure out what I just felt. We ordered our food and he came over to talk to us again. He talked to her about how he dealt with his emotions, meditation and a little bit of shweed if you know what I mean. He talked about how relaxing it was traveling all over the country and just having fun. The more he talked the more I thought.

*Maybe those feelings I was having? Was intuition that this guy was my type to a T.*

I left the restaurant with my friend *knowing* that I had to get this guy in my life, whether that meant he was just a friend or not.

Days later I told her about it, being extremely nervous, considering she was pretty close to him. That's like telling someone you like their sister. Mind you this is my best friend, I don't want her angry with me.

But she was quite the opposite.

"Oh! This is so exciting!"

"What?" I asked, looking up from my feet.

"I would rather you date him than almost anyone. You would be cute together!" I breathed a sigh of relief, metaphorically wiping sweat off of my forehead.

Days later my friend needed me to take her to a doctor's appointment.

"Do you wanna go see your aunt? Since she got that surgery recently?" I asked as we headed to the office.

"You just wanna see him, don't you?" She gave me a sly look, I kept my eyes on the road.

"No, I want to check on your aunt." This was true, her aunt loved me. Said I could hold an intelligent conversation well and she found it admirable. Though my friend was also right, I was hoping he would be there.

"Yeah, okay." She laughed, shoving my shoulder. "We can go see her." And so we did, afterward.

We had long conversations with her aunt, her cousin walking out in the middle of one after we had been there for an hour. My friend looked at me with a smirk and I just rolled my eyes.

"You know, I would love it if you guys just moved in. I think it would be good for my mental health." She said. Before I could even process that sentence, her son was intervening.

"Yeah! And I can make you guys breakfast in the morning and dinner at night. I need more people to cook for." On the outside, I was cool calm, and collect. But on the *inside* I was screaming. This is too good to be true, what is even happening.

I set my drink down after taking the last sip. No more than 2 minutes later, mid-conversation the boy walks up and grabs my cup.

"You know that's hers right." She said, pointing to me.

"Yes mom, I know who's it is." He laughed, pouring more water into it and setting it in front of me. *Men like this actually exist, like actually exist!!!*

I thanked him and took another sip of water to cover my totally behooved face.

Soon enough we were on the topic of cooking and this really excited the man. He whipped out 4 spoons and two different quarts of olive oil.

"Now one of these is from Walmart and the other is from a healthy organic store. I want you to guess which ones which." He poured some on the spoons, handing them to me one by one. I swallowed the first one, making my face scrunch up.

"Well, that one tastes like plastic." He smiled, handing me the next one. This one was smooth. "That one actually kind of tastes good, on its own." His smile grew.

"Yes!" He then went on with a detailed explanation of different olive oils and why some of them taste so bad. He cooks real, fancy food.

I can't explain how much I like this guy. Not only is he all these chivalrous and kind things. He was also raised by a family who helped him work through his emotions properly. He listens when you talk about how you feel and tries to understand. He's gone through hardships and he isn't an asshole, he just learned from them. His spirit is free and fun and I just can't get over it. I'm really hoping this is the one thing in my life that works out for me, because before this my luck was pretty slim (not just my love life).

So I'm personally asking the universe, please. Please don't pull this rug out from under me. Just let me be happy for a little while, even if it's temporary.

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toomanyfandoms02 · 2 years

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Girls Girls Girls -- JJ Maybank

Summary - Bi! Reader talks about sleeping with a girl to the pogues and someone gets jealous

Word Count - 1.2k

This request is from the LOVELY @purple-flamingo (Who again, gives the best requests ;))

Y/n opened the door to the chateau, every head turning to her as she burst in.

"Oh, I've *got* to tell you guys about my night." She sighed happily, sitting next to Sarah on the couch. She had just come back from a party, one she told me about yesterday. It was a party someone from the mainland was throwing and she gushed earlier about how she just *had* to go. My head shot up as she started talking, listening intently.

Usually, I would be there at parties to protect her from creeps but she said it was invite-only. Though she expressed she had wished I could go. Her hands waved enthusiastically as she began talking about her night.

"Okay so I met this girl, her name is Paige. And I was telling her about how I recently came out and she was *very* intrigued by this." Y/n had recently come out to us as Bi. We were all kind of expecting it, she checked *everyone* out.

"Well, one thing led to another and we hooked up." A smile grew on her face as I tried to keep mine from dropping. "I'm telling you, I've been with 3 guys before this and she was the best of all of them, hands down." She slammed her hands on the table. It was a normal occurrence for us to talk to the group about our sexual endeavors but it hurt extra bad to hear about Y/n's. I just had to silently wish it was me. Sarah elbowed her side.

"Oh my God Y/n congrats! Was she hot?" Y/n pulled her phone from her pocket and pulled up a picture of a girl with short black hair, big glasses, green eyes, and big lips. She was gorgeous, but *nothing* compared to who was holding the phone. "Holy shit those eyes!" Sarah said, her eyes widening. "Score." She laughed with Y/n.

"I knew girls would be better at sex than guys." Kie huffed with a shake of her head.

"Oh yeah, they are." I felt my chest tighten along with my jaw, Kiara looking at me with a quirked eyebrow. I just gave her the side-eye and continued listening.

"They know exactly what you need and actually attend to your needs. Nothing compared to those jackrabbits I hooked up with before. I could do better with my hand." Everyone laughed and I just shifted in my seat, swallowing hard. I felt selfish with the thoughts that ran through my head.

*What if she didn't like guys after this? I would have lost my opportunity.*

I stood up from my seat, everyone's eyes shifting to me.

"I think I'm gonna go to bed. I'm not feeling too well." I announced, walking towards my room at the chateau. I wasn't completely lying, my stomach was churning hearing her talk about someone else. I could feel the familiar pressure behind my eyes I got before a headache started.

Once in my room, I shut the door, falling back onto my bed. One side of me wanted to go out and mess around with some touron.

And the other side just wanted to cry.

I heard mumbles from the living room, and soon enough, just as I predicted, someone was knocking on my door.

"What?" I grumbled.

"It's Kie, can I come in? I need something." She asked from the other side of the door, nonchalantly. I mumbled a "sure" and she opened the door, closing it behind her. "Now are you gonna tell me what the hell you're doing in here?" Her arms crossed over her chest, a curious look in her eyes.

"I said I'm not feeling well. Now, what did you need so you can leave?" She rolled her eyes at my question.

"You know damn well I didn't need anything. Now what's wrong?" I stayed silent, thinking if I didn't answer her *maybe* she would just leave. "Is this about Y/n?"

"What's that suppose to mean?" It came out much more defensively than I anticipated, not helping my situation.

"Come on J. I know you've got feelings for her, I know you too well to not notice." I wasn't sure what to say to that. I didn't want her to be right, or for her to *know* that she was right.

"If you refuse to make a move, I'll ask her out for you." I could hear the seriousness behind her words.

"You wouldn't."

"Watch me." She turned around, opening my door and walking out. I stumbled from the bed in surprise, tripping over my own feet.

"Kie!" I yelled, following her down the hall. She made it to the living room, standing in front of Y/n.

"Hey Y/n! Can you come to my room I need to talk to you about, uh, about my headache!" I yelled, my words coming out of my mouth fast and loud. Everyone's faces, including hers, were painted with concern.

"Uh, sure." She laughed, getting up from the couch and adjusting her jacket. On her way to me, she grabbed her purse. "I've got some ibuprofen." She smiled, shaking the bottle in the air a little bit.

"Perfect." I threw a dirty look behind her at Kiara. She sat smugly on the loveseat. I lead her to my room and shut the door behind us.

"This isn't about a headache is it?" She asked, sitting on my bed with a pouty face. The pill bottle hung loosely in her hand.

"Not, really." I huffed, sitting on the bed next to her. She dropped the bottle on the floor, turning to me fully.

"What's up then? You could have just said you wanted to talk." A laugh was behind her voice, probably questioning me.

"So you and that girl." I started, not really knowing how to start this conversation. Stupid Kiara.

"Paige? Yeah, she was cool." She nodded nonchalantly. "You knew I liked girls, right?" She asked.

"Well, of course, I just didn't know you were sleeping with them." My shoulders shrugged, her face contorted. She looked offended.

"Does that bother you?" Her jaw was tight, eyes slightly squinted at me. Clearly, that did *not* come out how I intended.

"No! No. That's not how I meant it. I just, this is really hard." I put my hands over my face, shaking my head.

"Then what exactly did you mean by that JJ?" Her arms crossed over her chest, making it clear that she was not happy.

"I mean, I feel like this when you sleep with anyone." Her eyebrows furrowed, lip curling up a bit.

"Huh?"

"I'm jealous okay?"

"You get girls all the time JJ, you shouldn't be jealous that I get a few." She giggled, completely clueless to what I was saying.

"I'm not jealous of you ya dimwit." I turned my head to her. "I'm jealous of *them*." Her face showed realization, leaning back a little, I assume of shock.

"Oh..." I only nodded. "Well maybe you can take their place sometime?" She smiled at me. "Or we could start a little milder, preferably. Maybe a date? Picnic?"

"I would love that." I said, flashing her a smile. "Do you really think girls are better though?" She shrugged.

"Maybe I just haven't been with the right guy. This could've happened soon if you would have just spoken up, pussy." She laughed, getting up from my bed.

"Tomorrow at 6?" She nodded, leaving and closing the door behind her.

*Well that was easier than I anticipated.*

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toomanyfandoms02 · 2 years

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I don't stand for discrimination of any kind on my page so if that includes you, exit stage left ;)

Friendly reminder that my blog will always be a safe place for trans and nonbinary people. Whether you're in the closet, out of the closet, have transitioned, in the process of transitioning, pre-T or pre-E, pre-OP, or anything else, I'm always going to be here for you.

Also, transphobes can kindly choke.

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toomanyfandoms02 · 3 years

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Road Trip -- JJ Maybank

Summary - The gang goes on a road trip and there are fewer beds than planned ;) Reader learns just why JJ doesn't want to sleep in the same bed :(

Word Count - 1.9k

Warnings - angst, mentions of JJ's dad

Hurt comfort y'all, hurt comfort

JJ requests are open! My masterlist is pinned and has dialog prompts if you want some inspiration

Road trips were one of my favorite things, especially with my favorite people. We were currently going to Kalahari indoor water park in Ohio. I was shaken awake as I feel the vehicle come to a stop.

"Y/n, we're here!" JJ said loudly in my face. My hands came up to push him away from me.

"Shut *up*!" I groaned, sitting up quickly and wiping my eyes. Everyone was gathering their bags and Pope was sliding the door open.

"Have a good nap?" Sarah asked with a smile, I nodded in response, tying my hair into a ponytail. I stepped out of the van and smelled the cool night air. Even from the outside, you could smell the chlorine.

"Y/n, could you go check us in? It's under my name. We will get your bags." I nodded, walking in the huge front doors and immediately being greeted.

"Hi, there! Checking in?" The woman asked, I replied with a polite yes as she lead me to the counter. "Name?"

"It should be under John B, or maybe John Routledge." I tapped my fingers on the counter, looking up at the extremely high ceilings.

"Ah yes, John Routledge. 4-bed suite correct?" My eyebrows scrunched at this. Our room was *supposed* to be a 5-bed. One for each of us, excluding Sarah and John B.

"You mean 5-bed?" I asked. She looked back at the computer, typing something in. She shook her head slowly.

"No sorry, it's indeed set for 4 beds." She made an apologetic face. "I would upgrade you to a 5-bed for free but we are packed at the moment, I'm sorry for the inconvenience." I knew what that meant, considering Kiara and Pope had a little romantic falling out not too long ago.

"That's alright, it's not your fault." I smiled, she handed me 2 room cards and apologized again. I walked out to the group, who was still gathering all of our stuff.

"Christ Kie what is *in* here?" Pope groaned, pulling her bag from the back. They bickered a bit before I interrupted them.

"So bad news," I announced loudly, all heads whipping my way. "they messed up the room." I huffed.

"What? Do we still have one?" John B asked in an annoyed tone. I held up our room cards.

"Yeah but unfortunately we only have 4 beds and not 5." I watched as Pope and Kie awkwardly looked at each other. I was not going to do that to Pope. He needed closure and sleeping with her was going to do him no good. "So JJ and I are going to share a bed." I said giving JJ a look. He just nodded.

I grabbed my bag from his hand and thanked him.

"So you wanna sleep with me huh?" He asked, closer to my ear. I slapped his chest lightly.

"In your dreams J."

"Yeah, you are." He winked. I just rolled my eyes and lead us inside. Our room was on the third floor so we took the elevator up. I slid one of the cards in, hearing a click as the door opened.

The room was beautiful. It was huge and sectioned off into 4 parts. Two parts were full bedrooms. Another part was the kitchen with a half wall the combined where the other two beds were. Then there was the bathroom. Though there was another bathroom attached to one of the bedrooms.

"Holy shit Sarah, you spoiled us." I laughed, setting my bag on the ground.

'This room is awesome!" Kie gushed, walking over to the huge windows to the outside.

"I figured if we are staying for 4 days we would want a nice room to come back to." She shrugged.

"I say we get our stuff in our rooms and go to bed." I said, with a stretch.

"You just woke up from a nap." JJ said plainly. I looked up at him with a shitty look.

"Shut up, I'm always tired." I waved him off. "Sarah and John B get the room with the private bathroom." I pointed to the right. "Kie and Pope get the two beds here, and JJ and I get the other room." We all split off, dragging our bags with us.

I fell back onto the king-sized bed after putting my bag in the corner. The bed was so soft.

"Comfy?" JJ asked sitting next to me and sinking into the bed. "Woah, yeah it's comfy." He sighed, laying next to me.

"This wasn't what I was expecting when they said 4 beds." I thought out loud. "I expected like, 3 small beds and a big bed."

"Me too." He said, staring at the ceiling fan that spun on low. "We don't have to sleep here together though, you can have the bed." He said, pointing to the little couch that sat in our private room. I looked at him with an unbelievable look.

"Are you kidding? You are not going to fit on that couch. You're sleeping in this bed with me."

"Damn, didn't know you wanted me in bed so bad." He teased. He wasn't wrong, though the way he was implying was more sexual than the innocent reason that flooded my head. I just wanted to cuddle him.

Maybe not in the 'just friends' way either.

But he didn't need to know that.

"Mhmmm." I just agreed, standing up and grabbing clothes from my bag. "I'm gonna go get into my pajamas." I said, leaving the room and going into the bathroom. I changed into sleep shorts and a big t-shirt.

I came out of the bathroom, walking into our open bedroom door.

"You care if I close the door?" I asked semi-loudly, not seeing JJ anywhere. He came from the side of the room, ruffling his hair. I bit the inside of my cheek seeing he was only in shorts. Sure, I had seen JJ shirtless *plenty* of times. But now I was going to be sleeping in bed with him.

"Go ahead." He said, turning the lamp on one side of the bed off. I nodded, shutting the door behind me. I climbed in next to him, turning my lamp off.

"Night JJ." I whisperer, falling asleep to scenarios about the boy who was currently less than a foot away from me.

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My eyes opened slowly, feeling the bed shifting around significantly. The room was extremely dark as I sat up, trying to figure out what was going on. I blinked profusely to adjust my eyes and looked next to me. JJ was flinching and whining in his sleep, his eyes squeezed shut impossibly tight. I narrowed my eyes at him, was he having a nightmare?

His head shook and his face scrunched. I could only imagine what was going on in the poor boy's head. I shook his arm a little.

"JJ." He ripped his arm from my grip, eyes still closed. I grabbed his hand this time, squeezing it a little hard. He gasped and shot up in the bed, a tear rolling down his cheek. His breathing was labored, grabbing at his chest and looking around frantically.

"JJ, hey look at me." I said, shaking his hand. As his eyes looked into mine, I saw fear.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you up?" He croaked, clearly still holding back a cry.

"I don't care, what's wrong?" I asked, scooting to sit in front of him. He sucked his lips into his mouth, looking down at his hands, which were now detached from mine.

"Just a nightmare." He said, shutting his eyes tightly, another tear rolling down his cheek. I hated seeing him like this, JJ was so strong. I wiped his tear with my thumb and he began hyperventilating again. "But I can't stop thinking about it." He whimpered. "It felt so real." His voice cracked at the end, his hands flying to cover his face.

"Hey, hey, look at me. You're with me, no one else." He still shook with silent cries. "Was it about your dad?" I asked carefully, not wanting to send him into a spiral. I saw a slight nod. "Okay, does this feel like a panic attack?" I asked quietly. He nodded again, I could hear him barely sniffle.

I pulled his hands from his face, the poor baby looked a mess. His face was red and puffy, tears and sweat making it look like someone poured a bucket of water on him. His eyes were shut still, his lips trembling and nostrils flared. I put my hands on the side of his face.

"Just look at me, open your eyes." I stated quietly, his eyes fluttering open. His normally light blue eyes were dim and dull as he looked into mine. "When I was little, I had lots of panic attacks. My mom researched what helps best and skin-to-skin releases oxytocin, a happy chemical." I said, running my hands down his shoulders and scooting closer to him. I wrapped my arms around him, rubbing his back slowly.

His arms still hung by his side as I felt his ragged breathing.

"On both ends." I said, grabbing his hands and slipping them under my shirt, resting them on the small of my back. He pulled me much closer now, resting his head in the crook of my neck. "Now just feel how I'm breathing." I tried to keep a steady breath, for him. My ear was right up against his chest, hearing his speeding heart slow slightly.

"Thank you." I heard him say into my hair, still squeezing me tightly.

"Of course JJ, anything for you." My hands ran up and down his back, his breathing slowed to a calm after a few minutes. He pulled away, wiping his face and pushing his hair back.

"I'm really sorry about that." He apologized.

"JJ, I don't mind. It was no bother to me in the slightest."

"I've never calmed down from a panic attack so fast." He shook his head. "You do that often?"

"Nope, just for you." I smirked.

"Well, I appreciate it, a lot." I could see him chewing on the inside of his cheek. "Any other suggestions you have about skin-to-skin contact?" I was always bad at reading signs, but this seemed like a sign.

"You mean like more intimate ways?" I asked slowly, not knowing if I was crossing a line.

"Yeah, like, do you think it would calm me down more if," he put his hand on my cheek, "if maybe I kissed you?" The room was suddenly much brighter. I could see his eyes and how vulnerable his face was. The fact that I was *not* answering was probably fueling his anxiety. But I knew I could not get words out even if I tried, so I only nodded.

He leaned forward quickly, his lips landing on mine softly. Our noses bumped slightly at the sudden movement. His hand rested between my neck and shoulder and mine pulled him closer by the back of his neck. Our lips detached after a few seconds.

"So you did want me in bed." He teased, just inches from my face. I smiled with a shake of my head.

"You're such an ass." I said, lying back down. He laid next to me, putting his arm around me and pulling me into his chest. "Skin-to-skin also happens to help with nightmares." I said, grabbing his hand. His legs entangled with mine.

"Guess you'll have to sleep with me more often." He said plainly, bringing a massive smile to my face.

"I guess so."

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toomanyfandoms02 · 3 years

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Snaps you'd have in your phone if JJ Maybank was your Boyfriend

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toomanyfandoms02 · 3 years

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Please drop your fave picture of Rudy Pankow / JJ Maybank here so I can make a good cover for something :)

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toomanyfandoms02 · 3 years

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I Hate You -- JJ Maybank

This is a request from @purple-flamingo they give the BEST REQUESTS OMG

Tropes - enemies to lovers ;)

WARNINGS - MAJOR SEASON 2 SPOILERS

JJ requests are OPEN. My masterlist is pinned and there's a prompt list if you wanna use it!!

Summary - JJ and Reader have a rocky relationship and that changes when someone gets very hurt.

Word Count - 2.5k

"If we do get out of here, with a bunch of money, I'm getting a new board. And I'm gonna take a surf trip, the worlds callin'. I don't know, name a place." Sweat dripped down my forehead, making my face scrunch at the feeling. How could JJ be talking about the money when we were practically being baked in here.

"Spain." Kie said, humoring him.

"Okay Spain yeah, then after Spain South America or South Africa." He went on naming places.

"You know what I would do with my money?" I said, cutting into their conversation. JJ looked at me with an unamused look.

"What?" He asked plainly.

"I would pay you to never speak again." I smiled, making Kiara roll her eyes.

"Can you guys not get along for one day?" She asked, fanning herself with her hand.

"If you want I can never speak to you again, in fact, I would prefer it!" He said, ignoring his friend's question.

"Wouldn't that be the day? When you shut your damn mouth." I sighed, imagining a world where JJ Maybank shut the hell up. "Now *that* would be the beginning of a Utopia." Just then we heard a bang on the vent. Kie got up and removed it, Popes face showing in the open box. He climbed in, John B right behind him.

Kie began putting the vent back on, being stopped by John B.

"Wait, don't, there's one more." A woman climbed in after him, making Kiara freak out. He stood, explaining to her why she was okay and was going to help. He then turned to the rest of us as Kie plugged up the vent again. "Is everyone okay?"

"Yeah, it's just baking in here." I said, retying my hair up.

"That's the only correct thing that's ever come out of Y/ns mouth." JJ remarked, throwing me a look. "I'm sweating like a whore in church." He continued.

We all sat as Cleo scolded us for not bringing weapons to hijack an entire ship. And she was right, we were *severely* unprepared. I came because Sarah was a close friend of mine and John B agreed to let me help. Though I was not very enthused that Maybank was here. He always knew how to push my buttons.

"There's 5 of us and 15 free members. 3 to 1 is as good as we are going to get." Pope explained.

"That's not the only problem, Ward is alive, and he's on the ship." My face dropped, tuning out the rest of the conversation. I can't imagine how Sarah is feeling right now. She may have been able to hide it from the Pogues, but she had a really hard time after Ward "died". She was distraught, no matter how much he put her through he was still her *dad*. I sat in her room for months as she cried and told me it was her fault. In the end though she was relieved, now it was all ripped away from her.

"Alright, let's open these things up!" I heard a voice yell from outside, bringing me from my thoughts. My eyes widened, looking to Kie. She shook her head at me, putting her finger to her lips. Cleo opened the vent and told us to shut up, hopping out.

"This container is clear boys."

"Are you sure?"

"Yep, checked every inch. Nothing but plastic in there." There was silence for a moment. "Come on let's go boys, we've got work to do!" She yelled, hearing retreating footsteps. Soon Cleo was letting Pope out to execute the plan. That left JJ, me, Kie, and John B in the container to wait.

"So when they do this, what's the plan." Kie asked, looking to John B. He looked around for a moment, looking like he was contemplating. Before he could say anything, JJ cut in.

"I vote we leave Y/n in here." He said, John B giving him a look.

"You're lucky I don't put you with him." He said to me. "JJ and Kie will go and lock everyone in the room. You and I will look for Sarah." JJ had a satisfied look on his face. We heard the captain telling the crew to go to the set spot.

JJ removed the vent and climbed out, I came behind him. Just as I stepped off the box under the vent JJ put his foot out. My knees hit the ground with a yelp, looking up at him. He had a cocky smirk plastered on his face.

"I hate you." I spat, "Oh, I hate you *so* much right now. " I couldn't tell what his face was doing. He didn't seem so cocky now. He maybe even looked like he felt *bad*, but that could be wishful thinking. I stood up, brushing myself off, grabbing John B's wrist.

"Let's go find Sarah." And then we were off. We started in some living quarters, banging on doors and yelling for Sarah.

"I'll go down you go up." I said as we had no luck there. I made my way downstairs, coming to flat ground finally. "Sarah?!" I yelled, entering a room that was illuminated red. "Sarah!" I yelled again, coming around the side of some pipes. A hook came out 2 inches from my face.

"Woah there." I heard a voice I recognized, goosebumps setting up on my skin. I did *not* like that voice. Rafe came from the other side. "Y/n? What are you doing here?" He asked, the hook dragging by his side?

"I'm looking for Sarah," I said quietly. "This isn't about you. I don't want to do anything to you." My hands were firmly at my side.

"Oh, you don't huh? I don't believe you, considering you associate with the enemy." He replied, getting much closer to me. "It is unfortunate though, I hate to ruin a pretty face." Right as I went to back up he swung the hook. I felt it make contact, but I felt nothing. I held the spot and sprinted up the stairs. I tried all of the doors, the last one being unlocked.

I slid into the room, shutting the door as quietly as possible and locking it. I stood with my back against the door, sliding down it slowly. I looked down at my chest, removing my hand from the wound. My hand shook, covered in thick red blood. My jaw hung open at the sight, a giant gash sat diagonally on my chest. Just missing my right boob.

I could feel how dizzy I was, clearly losing a lot of blood. My tan shirt was soaked in it, making it extremely noticeable. Everything I learned about keeping wounds from bleeding out was useless at the moment. I couldn't just tie above this one. I shook my head trying to keep myself awake.

"Y/n?" I heard a whisper from the hall. Great, now I'm hallucinating. "Y/n?" It said a little louder this time.

"JJ?" I croaked, my ear against the door.

"Yes, now unlock the door." He said, tapping on the other side.

I swear to God if I open this door and no one is there, I'm dying.

I unlocked the door from the ground, scooting away so he could open it.

"Come in." JJ opened the door.

"What, can't do it yourself? Lazy ass." He said, shutting it behind him. He turned around, seeing me on the ground, eyes immediately wide. "Holy shit." His knees came to kneel next to me on the ground.

"Just a little scratch asshole, don't make a big deal." He put his hand over the gash, putting pressure on it. I groaned in pain, tears stinging my eyes.

"What did you do?" He lowered his eyebrows at me.

"Oh yeah, I actually did this to myself. I took this hook thing and said 'oh this looks like something I should put in my chest'." I replied mockingly. He gave me a deadpan look. "It was Rafe." I said, trying not to focus on the pain. He looked angry.

"Rafe? That little shit, I'm gonna rip that twigs head off for hurting you." He shook his head, his jaw clenching. Before I could even process *that* sentence, he continued. "It didn't pierce your heart did it?"

"No, clearly not." I moved his hand over my heart which I became increasingly aware of the slow speed it was beating at.

"That's unfortunate." He smirked, moving back to the wound. I shot him a look, a weak one probably. He let go of the gash, his hand covered in blood. He didn't even bat an eye. He took his shirt off, tying it over my chest. Over my left shoulder and under my right armpit. "That should keep it from bleeding so much." He stood, holding his hand out to me. I just shook my head.

"I can't move JJ. I need to work up some energy. Just get the boat and come around this side and I'll come out on a signal." I waved his hand away.

"Are you crazy? I'm not leaving you here!" He screeched, shaking his hand back at me. I shook my head again. "God, you're a pain in the ass." He leaned down, grabbing my waist and picking me up with ease.

"What are you doing?" I groaned.

"I'm going to carry you like a koala, just hold on." He replied, hoisting me up onto him. I wrapped my legs around his hips and put my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around me.

"No snide comment huh?" I mumbled into his shoulder.

"I'm nice sometimes." JJ hadn't been like this with me since we were kids. I missed it, even though I didn't want to admit it out loud. Just as he went to open the door he heard loud voices on the other side, instead of pulling open the door, he locked it, setting us down on the ground. "Seems like we are just gonna have to wait it out." He huffed. I rolled off of his lap and sat next to him.

"If you weren't carrying me you could have made it out." I said, staring straight forward. He turned his head to me with an angry look.

"Why are you like that?"

"Like what?" I asked.

"Why do you constantly put everyone before yourself? People care about you." I turned to face him.

"Oh, I'm sure you do." Sarcasm dripped from my words.

"I just tried to carry you out of here!" He spat.

"And you didn't have to!" I yelled back.

"I did it because I miss you!" His arms crossed over his chest, something he did when he was feeling vulnerable as a kid. His nostrils were flared slightly. I stayed silent, my face going soft.

"I miss you, okay? We were best friends and you changed like I was nothing. Like 6 years of friendship meant nothing to you." He looked down at his hands. "It was easier hating you than missing you."

"I don't hate you JJ." His eyes stayed down. "I didn't mean to change, I didn't even mean for it to affect you. I thought you didn't want to be around me anymore so I removed myself."

"And what gave you that impression huh?" I did not want to be having this conversation right now. But I guess hiding from a bunch of people with guns was as good of a time as ever.

"You started having really good luck with girls." I said, feeling absolutely ridiculous. His very confused face did not help. "I use to be the only girl in your life and then all these girls came in and started pining after you. But I wanted that place in your life." I couldn't stand to look at him now. The pain in my chest wasn't just a bloody gash anymore, it was tightening in anxiety.

"Why didn't you just tell me that?" He asked as if it was so obvious. I whipped my head to face him.

"Oh I'm sorry that I was 14 and totally into you but you had goo-goo eyes for every other girl. Do you know how hard it is to tell someone you have feelings for them? Like *real* feelings." My head was spinning.

"Yeah." He just nodded, looking at me with intensity. I looked into his eyes, having a sudden realization.

"No way." I laughed, grabbing his face to face me straight on. His cheeks heated up under my hand. "You do not like me." I giggled quietly. He only shrugged. "Why couldn't you tell me when I wasn't sitting here bleeding out?" I asked, looking down at JJ's shirt which was soaked with my blood. It made my stomach turn.

"Hypocrite." He laughed weakly.

"I think I'm gonna pass out." I said, letting go of his face. He shook his head, putting his hands on each side of my face.

"Come on I just got you back." A whine came from his mouth. "Please stay with me." He whispered, putting his forehead on mine.

"It's really hard to stay awake." I whispered, he shook my shoulder lightly.

"We have to get you out of here." He picked me up and put me back in koala position on him. "Just stay with me gorgeous." I smiled at the name, nuzzling my face in the crook of his neck. Just as we got out the door I could hear more shouting.

"JJ! Y/n! Where are you, we need to go!" John B shouted. I kept my head down, holding on as tightly as my weak body could to JJ.

"We're here!" JJ yelled, jogging to John B. "I have to switch you to my back okay? We have to get down a ladder." I barely groaned as he switched me to his back. "Hold on tight." Voices started fading out, I could tell that this was it, I wasn't going to be able to stay awake. I didn't have time to tell JJ before my grip loosened from his shoulders and I fell backward off of him and into the water.

Then it was black.

I gasped for air after what felt like 10 seconds of darkness. I spit water out, coughing like crazy, making my chest burn like a forest fire. I felt arms wrap around me immediately.

"Oh my God, I thought I lost you." I heard JJ cry. I wrapped my arms around his neck, apologizing weakly. "It's not your fault." He let go of me, but before he could get too far I grabbed his jaw, pulling him towards me. I kissed him lightly, his nose bumping into mine from surprise.

"What the fuck?" Kiara asked, I looked around the boat laughing at everyone staring.

"That's what I was about to say." Pope laughed. "What happened? You guys were bitching at each other just this morning."

"Just rekindling an old friendship I guess." JJ shrugged.

"That looks like a little bit more than friendship." Sarah chuckled, winking at me.

"Finally though, seriously. The sexual tension between you two is suffocating. Being in that crate with you guys was unbearable." This earned a laugh from the group. JJ sat next to me, slinging his arm around my shoulder.

"I say we get home, get Y/n patched up, and then smoke a *fat* joint." He announced, getting words of agreement from everyone.

*Finally, I have my boy to myself.*

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I'll probably come back here to request again because i LOVED "the project"

It was so cute aaaahhdhvxgxbsb😩😩😩 and you just write jj so well!

THAT MEANS SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEAAAA thank you!! And YES YES keep them cominnnn

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Hi I just wanted to say I loved “the Project” as a hard of hearing adult who wears hearing aids, it’s nice to see representation ❤️

This makes me so happy 🥺 I'm so glad to represent!! Thank you so much for reading!!

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Give It Back --JJ Maybank

This is just a little blurb based on the linked tiktok

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZM8MV3jrf/

Word Count - 400

Summary - Reader is a little thief and JJ wants his shit back

I was friends with JJ before most of the pogues, excluding John B. So it wasn't rare for us to hang out on our own. Though I think that anyone who was around us often could tell there was a palpable tension there. And it wasn't aggressive.

We were currently sitting in my room, smoking a joint. We sat in comfortable silence, sitting lazily on my bed. JJ held the joint between his fingers, taking a long drag. I looked over at him, pinching my hands together and gesturing that I wanted it. He blew the smoke in my face with a smirk. He put it back to his lips and continued. I grabbed it straight from his mouth, holding it away from him.

I used my foot to lightly kick him off of my bed. He landed on the other side with a thud.

"Y/n, give me that back you little brat." He laughed, standing up from the floor. He jumped back up and I scooched back until I no longer could.

"You don't need it." I laughed. His legs straddled me, reaching for it. JJ's hands pinned my wrists down, the joint still in between my fingers. His face came close to mine, our noses nearly touching.

He was breathing my air, staring into my eyes intensely. I stared back with the same intensity, shifting slightly under him. I tried to yank at my wrists to no avail. His eyes glance down for a moment before meeting mine again.

"Y/n, give it back, or I'm gonna send you back to your shitty little boyfriend with fresh hickey's." My jaw clenched at this, out of anxiety. He was referring to some guy I went on a date with a few nights ago.

"I'm sure he won't mind." I said with little to no thought. He took the joint from my hand, putting it between his lips and sitting up from his previous position. He brought my arm up, kissing down from my wrist. Smoke was slowly leaking from his mouth as he did so.

"Oh, you don't think so, huh?" He asked, grabbing my jaw lightly. A smile played at his lips. I just shook my head, leaning into his hand. "Then maybe I should get to work?" He asked, making me giggle. As he started kissing down my neck, knowing I'm ticklish.

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If you guys for some reason want a part 2 then I'll consider it. I left it kinda open ended :)

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The Project -- JJ Maybank

This is a request from @purple-flamingo !! Thank you for requesting!! IF YOU WANT TO REQUEST SOMETHING AN NEED INSPO, SEARCH MASTERLIST ON MY PAGE! Requests are open :)

Summary - JJ gets paired with the quiet girl, and learns why she's so quiet.

Word Count - 2.7k

It's cute ngl.

JJ sat in class, his head resting in his elbow propped hand. Ms. Moore was introducing a new lesson plan and project for genetics.

"Now I'm already preparing for the unified groan from you guys when I say this, but I already chose your partners." Just as she predicted, there were whispers and sighs around the room. "I'm sorry, but I feel like you guys barely know each other! We are 3 months into the year and you don't break out of your close groups. So when I call your pairs, rearrange however you like." This didn't bother JJ too much, none of his friends were in this class, none of the pogues anyway. So he waited patiently to see who he was paired with.

"JJ and Y/n." He looked over to the girl, he had never spoken to her before. Matter of fact, he didn't think he had ever heard her speak *at all*. She gave a small smile and wave, already gathering her things to come to him.

"Hi there." He said as she set her bag beside her chair, sliding into the seat next to him. She just looked at him, giving him a little salute. JJ wasn't used to silence, he hung out with people he considered pretty loud and outgoing. So it was quite the change being around someone who not only had he never spoken to, but she didn't even really talk.

"This next project will be on genetic disorders, you'll have a few to choose from." She began writing a list of genetic disorders on the board. JJ turned to his partner, noticing how she lightly tapped her pen on her notebook and the way her knee was bouncing under the table. He wanted to ask if she was okay, she looked anxious, but that felt like he was crossing a line considering he didn't know her at all.

"I'm going to randomly generate your table numbers and when your number is called you can come up and choose a disorder. So have a few in mind. You have 10 minutes." He shifted in his seat to face his partner.

"So, Y/n right?" He asked, already knowing the answer. He knew her name before this, having had previous classes with her. Though he still couldn't pinpoint a time they spoke to each other. She gave a simple 'mhmm', turning to him just like he did.

"JJ." She held her hand out for him to shake. He took it gladly, shaking it lightly.

"I didn't know you could talk." He joked, letting her hand go.

"I just don't talk unless it's necessary, you wouldn't know anything about that Maybank." She said playfully, smiling down at her notebook. She was writing down the disorders. His eyebrows raised at the comment.

"Quiet but feisty, got it." He gave an airy laugh, looking at the board filled with disorders. "Do you care which one we do?" He asked, eyes still glued to the front of the room. Her notebook slid in front of him and she had 3 disorders circled. He looked over to her again, she was tilted in her chair on the back two legs. Her laptop was balanced on her knees and she was scrolling through God knows what.

Fortunately, JJ's table was called 2nd, so they got their first choice, Albinism. They began doing basic research on the disorder, class ending not too long after they started. Before class ended, Y/n slid a piece of paper in front of the boy.

"For the project, since we will probably have to do work outside of class." She said. He unfolded it to see a number, and before he could thank her, she was already out the door.

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"Do you guys know Y/n Y/L/N?" JJ asked the group as they sat around a fire they had made behind the Chateau. Pope shook his head.

"I have her in English I think, she's pretty reserved." John B commented.

"Well, I'm partnered with her in genetics, she's pretty cool. She'd kinda funny too." JJ said, getting a weird look from Kie. He only brushed it off.

"She seriously never talks, even when I see her talking when she is forced to be part of a group. Seems like she doesn't get along with anyone." John B said in disbelief. "I just don't know how people can go whole days without talking."

"They just shut up." Kiara deadpanned, earning a chorus of laughter from the group. But JJ couldn't stop thinking about what John B said, how could anyone think she didn't get along with people. She talked to him immediately.

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"Hi, Y/n!" JJ said, sliding into the seat next to her obnoxiously. She turned her head to him.

"Hello JJ." She replied, opening her notebook and setting it in front of him. He skimmed over the words on the page. Soon enough he looked very confused.

"Holy shit, did you do this last night?" He asked, looking into her tired eyes. The page was filled with research.

"Yeah, I got really into it last night, it's kind of interesting really." She laughed, flipping to the next page which *also* had research on it. JJ just shook his head in disbelief.

"I feel bad, you did all this and I've barely done anything." He chuckled, reading what she wrote. "Seems like we are gonna get this project done pretty fast with Miss Research machine over here." He nudged her side lightly. She just shook her head with a smile.

"Just happens sometimes." She shrugged, letting him read through the notebook as Ms. Moore began to talk about what parts of research we needed to do today. (Though JJ was sure they could do whatever they wanted today judging by the copious amount he was reading right now.)

He flipped another page, expecting more information but only seeing a pretty nice drawing of someone he recognized was from this class. He looked over at her with a smirk, knowing she couldn't say anything while Ms. Moore spoke. She just widened her eyes and shook her head at him with disapproval. He tilted his head at her challengingly. Slowly picking at the corner of the paper, as if he would flip the page.

He gave her a look that read 'just kidding' before shutting the notebook and sliding back to her side of the table. She pulled it onto her lap and out of reach. He notice her face was a deep shade of red, staring forward with a clenched jaw. Once the teacher stopped talking, JJ could comment on the drawing.

"So, got any drawings of me in there?" That was the first thing he said as everyone broke off into their conversations. She shot him a death glare.

"I draw people who are in interesting positions, it's a good way to practice body anatomy." It looked like JJ was holding back a laugh, so she glared harder at him. He put his hands up in surrender.

"Sorry, interesting positions, that's what she said." He giggled a little to himself. She rolled her eyes.

"That or people who use their hands a lot." She nodded, realizing that he was definitely going to take that the wrong way. He smiled evilly at her.

"That's was she said! I'm sorry, you're making it too easy." He said in defense, making her smile a little.

"I mean people who talk with their hands JJ. People who are animated." He nodded.

"You never answered my question though." She quirked an eyebrow at this. "Do you have any drawings of me in there?" He asked again, making her look down at the notebook, looking as if she's contemplating. She pulled it onto the table and JJ smiled.

She flipped through a few pages, seeing the dozens of drawings she had in there. But she seemed to be looking for a certain one. She stopped on a page and left it open there for him to see.

It was definitely him. He was sitting in a chair, both of his arms completely outstretched with hands spread wide. He was making a wild face.

"You were telling some story to your friends, you seem to be quite the storyteller." He stared at it for a bit more.

"This is incredible, like seriously." He said, looking at the small smile that placed itself on her lips as he complimented her. "Do you think I could have this? It's just so cool." She scrunched her eyebrows at him.

"You want it? Why?"

"So I can show my friends." He said plainly, as if it were obvious. "You can draw me anytime." He said, immediately getting his head in the gutter. "Draw me like one of your French girls." He said in a horrible French accent. She giggled at him, covering her face that was heating up at the thought. His heart fluttered at this.

He made the quiet girl laugh.

He made Y/n laugh.

In the continuing week, the two got closer, working on this project together in class. JJ actually started looking forward to Genetics, just because he knew he could talk to her.

The following Monday JJ walked into class a little late, hoping Y/n wouldn't be *too* mad that he was. He swung open the door, apologizing to Ms. Moore and looking to his regular seat.

"Oh, I'm surprised to see you here today Mr. Maybank. I figured you and Mrs. Y/L/N had run off somewhere." She wasn't here today. He just shook his head, sitting in his seat and pulling his phone out to text under the table. He opened Y/n's contact (which he had gotten not too long ago).

*Hey, where are you?* He sent, getting a quick reply.

*Hey! Sorry, I forgot to text you. My little sister is sick and my parents couldn't be home until 2 so I just stayed home with her. You're free to come to my house after school if you want. We can work on the project?* He smiled, replying with a yes and getting her address. JJ had never been so happy at school, waiting in anticipation for the day to end.

JJ had already told his friends he was working on a project after school. (This was weird to them, considering he barely cared about school before this.) And here he was, knocking on Y/n's door in a *very* nice neighborhood. He heard a yell from the other side and the door swung open.

The open doorway revealed a small girl that had the same eyes as Y/n. She waved kindly at him, sniffling a little.

"Are you JJ?" She asked quietly. He nodded with a smile. Quiet, just like her sister. She moved out of the way, letting him in. Y/n see to the door, greeting him.

"Hey! Sorry, I would have answered but I'm helping my parents with dinner, you wanna come to the kitchen? We are making enough for all of us." JJ stepped into the large house, looking around in amazement. The floors were marbled tile and the ceilings were high, she grabbed his arm to drag him to the kitchen.

She stood in the archway to the kitchen with him, waiting for her parents to look at her. They turned around and she grinned politely.

"Guys, this is JJ." She said, moving her hands while doing so. And that's when JJ realized why Y/n was *so* quiet.

Her parents were deaf.

Her dad looked at the two of them, signing something quickly. While her mom signed something and gave her a sinister smirk. JJ had never been in a situation where someone was having a conversation and he couldn't understand a word. He looked down at her to see her blushing.

"My dad says it's nice to meet you." She said with a tight-lipped smile.

"It's nice to meet you too. I would sign it if I could." He said with a smile.

"It's okay they can read lips, it's just easier to sign." She entered the kitchen, grabbing two bowls. "Are you okay with Zuppa? If not it's okay, I'm not going to be offended." JJ raised an eyebrow at her.

"What the hell is Zuppa?" He asked, covering his mouth as he thought about the little girl in the room.

"It's fine, we all cuss." She shrugged. "However I am going to get you a bowl of Zuppa since you have never had it." She said, getting him a bowl of soup. "We are going to my room to work." She said, walking out of the kitchen.

They walked up a long set of stairs, lined with family pictures. JJ looked at them as they walked up, it wasn't often that he saw a real *healthy* family. Once they hit the top of the stairs they went straight to Y/n's room. Y/n put her bag down on the ground next to her bed as they entered.

"So, you're a Coda huh? Isn't there like, only a 10% chance of that?" JJ said, sitting on her bed. She smiled at him from her sitting position on the bed.

"Uh, yeah. I guess you can say I'm *rare*." She joked, digging in her bag.

"Yeah, you are." JJ smiled confidently, having no problem shamelessly flirting with her. The problem was when you don't get flirted with very often, you don't even realize it's happening. So Y/n shrugged it off, handing him his bowl of soup.

"It's true though, my little sister is three-quarters deaf, that's why she has a cochlear implant. But I've got perfect hearing." She took a bite of her soup, sighing. JJ took a sip of his, his eyes widening.

"Holy shit, what's in this?" She smiled at his excitement.

"Potatoes, kale, sausage. Easy stuff." She shrugged again, it was something she made often. To JJ it tasted like *heaven*, way better than anything he'd ever had.

"Well it's amazing, did you make it yourself?" She nodded, taking another bite. "I should have dinner with you more often." He said, and she agreed.

"I love cooking, I'm sure my parents wouldn't mind if you came over for dinner sometime. Like a real dinner, and we will sit at a table." She laughed, opening her laptop.

"I would love that." He said, trying to gain the courage to say the next thing. Since when did JJ Maybank get nervous about saying something to a girl? "Kinda like a date?" He asked, trying to hide his face behind the bowl as he drank down the rest of it. He didn't want to see her face if she was about to reject him.

But there was only silence.

He lowered the bowl from his mouth, seeing her just staring at him. Her empty bowl sat on the floor next to her, the laptop still open to the sign-in screen.

"You're kidding right?" She smiled at him, but to him, it looked sad. Disappointed even.

He was getting rejected, wasn't he?

"I mean, if you want me to be, then yeah I'm totally kidding." He tried to laugh it off, swallowing the lump in his throat. He really wished he had grabbed something to drink while they were downstairs.

"So you aren't kidding?" She asked with a tilt of her head. This was truly confusing JJ, and he thought he didn't understand girls before this.

"Not, really?" He couldn't even say more. She got up on the bed with him, sitting next to him.

"I would *love* to go on a date with you." JJ let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He only shook his head in disbelief.

"I genuinely thought you were rejecting me." He laughed nervously, staring at his hands.

"It's funny how oblivious you are Maybank." He looked at her with scrunched eyebrows. "I don't talk to anyone but you, I invite you to my house, I visibly enjoy your company. And you don't know the sign language, but when we were downstairs my mom said something about you." He turned his head fully at this.

"Is that why you were blushing? What did she say?" He teased, his confidence shining back through.

"Yeah, uh. I talk about you a lot. She said 'oh this is the boy? He's very handsome, just as you said'." Y/n covered her face to hide her blushing, *again*.

"Oh, so I'm handsome huh?" He taunted again, poking her side and making her laugh loudly.

*He made her laugh, all he ever wanted.*

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5 Times -- JJ Maybank

Summary - 5 times Reader knew they were in love with JJ, and the one time they didn't have to hide it anymore.

Word Count - 2.8k (I KNOW ITS LONG I'M SORRY. I PROMISE THIS ONES WORTH IT.)

Warnings - Gets a little dirty towards the end

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It was always simple in the movies. The girl would come walking down the staircase in a fancy dress and a sparkling necklace and *suddenly* the boy realized he was in love. Or the boy would catch the girl *just* before she fell, and as she stared into his eyes, he was her hero. Her love.

But we all know that's not how it works. I realized my love in far different and unique ways.

1. Saturday, November 24th, 2020 -- 1:53 a.m.

I sat on my bed, scrolling on my phone in the early hours of a Saturday. I had taken a nap the previous day, making it impossible to fall asleep at a normal time. My phone buzzed suddenly and a notification framed the top of my screen.

*Snapchat From Gay Jay Maybank*

And then another, and then another.

I scrunched my eyebrows and clicked on the latest one. I opened the picture to see a deep frown set on JJ's face.

*I'm a killer Y/n.*

The caption read. I clicked again to move to the next one. This time the picture of him had his palm to his forehead.

*I didn't mean to hurt him, he was so fucking fast :(*

All I could think was that JJ had hit a literal human on the road at nearly 2 a.m. and I was going to have to get him out of this sticky situation. It wasn't too far out of the realm of possibility, he did *just* get his license. I clicked again to reveal him fake wailing.

*I'M A HORRIBLE SQUIRREL FATHER!*

I giggled, taking a picture of me looking distraught.

*How will I ever forgive you? After killing our SON!*

He replied quickly.

*I'm so sorry my love, I will be so careful next time.*

My heart skipped a beat. **My love**. It felt so right coming from him. So warm and welcoming. It felt like the first Sun of summer or the last snowflake of winter. Just a little sting. Though it was far easier keeping my composure over snap chat, I would manage.

2. Sunday, December 18th, 2020 -- 5:03 p.m.

JJ and I wandered around the little pop-up shops figure 8 had going on for Christmas. People were selling little goodies and crafts to make a little extra money, it was one of the few things the cut and figure 8 came together for.

"Free samples!" A younger lady shouted from her stand, this pulled me in of course. "Hi, there! Free sample ma'am?" She asked me with a smile.

"Sure!" JJ turned around at the sight of a dog, kneeling to pet it. She handed me a small slice of fudge. I put it to my nose. "Woah, this smells good, what kind is it?" I asked, putting it to my mouth.

"Buckeye." She smiled, I nodded, opening my mouth to eat it as JJ stood *very* quickly, nearly putting his whole hand in my mouth. He took the fudge from my hand and gave me a scolding look.

"Y/n, that has peanut butter in it, you could have died!" He shook his head, popping it in his mouth. "Please be careful, I can't have you dying on me." He joked, looking to the lady again. "Do you have any samples without peanut butter?" I could barely pay attention to their conversation as I thought about everything that just happened.

He saved my life, and not only that he was listening to everything. He paid attention, so endearing.

*Damnit, he makes me so happy.*

3. Thursday, February 6th, 2021 -- 1:36 p.m.

My foot tapped under my desk, listening to our teacher drone on about World War 1. A paper ball hit my desk and slid into my lap. My head snapped up to see who did it. I caught the eye of JJ, holding his pointer finger to his lips. I raised an eyebrow, uncrumpling the paper.

*I looked at Mrs. Bailey's class plan for today and we need to find partners for a project. Wanna be together?*

There was a little "yes" and "no" option at the bottom. I put a circle over the yes and threw it back to him. He opened it and smiled at me, sinking into his seat and looking back at our teacher.

"Alright, so you're going to need partners for this project..."

4. Friday, May 15th, 2021 -- 11:55 p.m.

I sat on John B's couch, my feet up on the coffee table as the boys drank. Sarah, Kie, and I were playing Go Fish.

"Sarah, do you have a ten?" She huffed, pulling a ten from her hand and giving it to me. I smiled, plucking it from her fingers and putting it in my hand. "Kie, do *you* have a ten?" She squinted at me.

"Nope, go fish!" She announced triumphantly. I rolled my eyes playfully and picked up a card. "Sarah, do you have a seven?" Just as Kie asked, I felt the couch dip next to me.

"Hey, pretty lady." An arm was slung around me and pulled me closer.

"Hello JJ." I giggled, looking over at him. I could smell the Apple Cider Alcohol on his breath.

"Can I tell you something?" He asked seriously, though I was sure it would be something silly. He was never a serious guy unless it came to someone messing with his friends.

"Y/n, do you have a six?" Sarah asked, kicking my foot on the table lightly to get my attention. I looked at my cards and silently handed her a six with a smile.

"Yes, you can always tell me anything JJ." I gave him seriousness back. His smile grew with every word.

"I learned about jellyfish in zoology today." He said with a little slur. I tried to hold back a laugh, remembering this was *serious business*. So I just nodded, gesturing for him to go on.

"Did you know that at least one species of jellyfish, Turritopsis nutricula, maybe literally immortal?! When threatened, they are capable of undergoing "cellular transdifferentiation," a process whereby their cells essentially become new again. In other words, this jellyfish has a built-in fountain of youth. It's theoretically immortal Y/n!" With every word, the room got more silent. We all knew that JJ was smart, smart enough to do almost anything. The problem was that he just wanted to goof around and have fun, which we supported. But then there were moments like these where he would say something pretty intelligent.

The room laughed, a look of confusion appearing on the boy's face. He looked at all of his with a scrunched face.

"What? It's interesting right?" He asked me, getting closer to my face.

"Yes, if was very interesting I promise, I'm just surprised you're so coherent after drinking so much, that's all." I stated, putting a smile back on his face.

"I knew you'd like that." He sighed, putting his head in my lap and wrapping his arms around my torso.

You tell a boy one time that you think jellyfish are cool and they go on a whole drunken rant about them, huh?

5. Sunday, June 6th, 2021 -- 5:50 p.m.

I invited the Pogues to my house for dinner, my mom wanted to meet them all together. They had only met Sarah, Kie, and Pope (briefly), so they wanted to actually get to know them.

My mom stepped into our little circle we had made on the living room floor.

"Alright, spaghetti is almost ready, before we sit, can I get all of your names?" JJ stood first, taking my mom's hand lightly.

"Hi Mrs. Y/L/N, my name's JJ. I'm your girl's favorite." He looked down and winked at me. My mom gave a raised eyebrow and I just shook my head at her. John B then stood up.

"I'm John B, nice to meet you." He gave a kind smile. Kie and Sarah stood simultaneously.

"So nice to meet you." Sarah said mockingly, making Mom giggle. Then was Pope.

"Hello, I'm Pope, the food smells amazing." She thanked him and we moved to the dining room.

The dinner went by pretty fast, seeing as it was 6:35 now and we were finishing up. I grabbed everyone's plates and made my way to the kitchen, JJ stopped me, taking them from my hands.

"I got you." He took them to the sink where my mom was. She smiled and thanked him, I just listened. "Mind if I help?" He asked, grabbing a towel.

"Oh, you don't have to do that sweetie." She lightly swatted at him.

"But you cooked for us, let me at least dry the dishes." He tilted his head hopefully. She eventually agreed. I listened to them laugh in the kitchen for 10 minutes before he came out, wiping his hands on his jeans.

"Spending time with my mom hmm?" I teased.

"Gotta make a good impression ya know?" He asked, "Unfortunately I've gotta go, Pops needs to be taken to the pharmacy." He gave me a two-finger salute and I held my arms out for him. He pulled me in tight. "You're moms awesome." He laughed, I nodded.

"Don't go liking her more than me." I giggled, letting him go.

"I could never." And with that he was gone, not long after the rest left too. My mom suddenly came from the kitchen, untying her apron.

"You better have a crush on that JJ boy." She gave me the mom look and I just shook my head again. "Yeah, that's what I thought." She laughed, patting my back. "I like him."

SIX - Saturday, July 24th, 10:30 p.m.

I was already pretty tipsy, much like the rest of the group, as we played the dirty deck of truth or drink. Pope picked a card up, reading it aloud, towards Sarah.

"Where is one place you’d like to have sex at but never had the opportunity?" He asked her, a blush creeping on her cheeks.

"Uh, a boat probably. Sounds good to me as long as we take Dramamine beforehand." This made us all laugh. Sarah turned to me, pulling a card.

"What is your biggest turn-on?" She asked. If I were more sober, I may have taken a drink. But this question was not worth getting wasted for.

"Uhm," I laughed, trying to think about it. "I would say there's a two-way tie. Between neck kisses and massages. There's just something about neck kisses." Kie agreed with me as I picked up a new card, one for JJ. I stared at the card, not sure if I even wanted to know the answer to it.

"What is the last “dirty” dream you had?" He wiped his hand down his face with a smile, reaching for his cup.

"Come on JJ, don't be a pussy." John B nudged him. JJ gave him a shitty look, rolling his eyes.

"Fine. It was a few weeks ago." He shrugged.

"It actually said *what* not *when* JJ." I looked at him with a challenging smirk. He glared at me a little.

"Okay. Do you guys really want the details on this?" He looked at us all expectantly, all of us gave him a nod. "Alrighty. I was in this girl's house, and she was taking me to her room, pretty normal. She sat me on her bed and sat on my lap. She kissed me and ran her hands all over my body. After we made out for a while we, ya know, and we took a shower together afterward. It was cute actually." He stared at the ground the whole time he told the story, not his usual cocky confidence coming through.

"What position?" Kie asked out of nowhere, making me laugh uncontrollably.

"Uhh," JJ closed his eyes, his head coming up from the ground. I could see his cheeks were a dusty pink, I couldn't tell if it was because of the question or the alcohol. "She was, riding me." He smiled, eyes still closed.

"Damn JJ! Who was this about?" Pope asked, raising an eyebrow at him. JJ threw his hands in the air.

"I thought we were only supposed to be asked one question!" Pope raised his hands in defense, making JJ pick a card and ask Kie a question.

Soon enough we were all about a round tipsier and it was back to Sarah asking me a question. She pulled a card for me.

"Do you prefer rough or romantic sex?"

"Definitely romantic. No questions asked." I then pulled a card for JJ and smiled.

"So the card says I get to ask a question of my choice, but it's gotta be dirty." JJ shook his head at me, knowing what my question would be. "Who was the dream about?" He groaned, grabbing his cup.

"No way I'm answering this one. All you get to know is that this wasn't the first and it probably won't be the last time I have a dirty dream about the person."

"Yeah, that's not enough." I crossed my arms.

"I know." He then threw back his drink, chugging it.

By the end of the game, I was *nearly* wasted. You know what they say about liquid courage right? Well, I was *going* to find out who that dream was about. Everyone was spread across the Chateau, I knew JJ would be in his spare bedroom, most likely smoking a joint. Perfect, he would be loosened up. I knocked lightly on the door.

"Come in." I opened the door and just as I suspected he was smoking a joint.

"Can I join you?" I pointed and he nodded. My body plopped onto the bed next to him, I got right to the point. "Who was the dream about JJ." I asked, grabbing the joint from his fingers. I took a hit, blowing the smoke in front of me.

"Why do you care?" He laughed, taking a hit and blowing the smoke in my face playfully. I swatted at it.

"I just wanna know." I slurred, slapping his chest pitifully. He shook his head at me.

"You're wasted aren't you?"

"No! Just nearly wasted." I babbled, trying to focus on him.

"Alright, I'll tell you. *Only* because I'm 98% sure that you won't remember in the morning." I nodded aggressively, eager to know the answer. "It was about you." His head was down, taking a very long drag, he let out billows of smoke, not making eye contact with me.

"What?" I laughed, shaking his shoulder. "Nuh-uh!" He turned his head slightly at me, just nodding. He looked *so* nervous. I didn't have to be sober to see that. I scrunched my eyebrows at him.

"I'm not high enough for this." He laid back on his bed, next to me, who was sitting up. I turned my body around to look at him.

"And you had more than one?" I asked calmly, I suddenly felt a bit more sober, maybe it was the shock. He just nodded again, refusing to look at me. "But why?" This genuinely confused me. He only raised his head, looking at me with a dumb look. I climbed on top of him, making him look a little surprised. I sat on his stomach, leaning over his face and putting my arms on either side of his head.

"What does it mean?" I asked seriously. He just looked up at me, his smile growing by the second.

"It means I've got the hots for you, obviously." He said, though it sounded like a joke. I squinted at him in suspicion. "What about you, do you have dirty dreams about me?" He smirked, taking another puff. I only nodded at him slowly.

"Do you really have the hots for me?" I asked cautiously.

"Yep, have for a long time. And now you know, which is great. Certainly wasn't planning on telling you any time soon but, fuck it, right?" I lowered myself to my elbows, making our faces inches apart.

"You're so cute when you're nervous." I giggled, bumping my nose with his.

"Who said I was nervous?" He asked.

"Your face does the telling." I chuckled, moving my hand to touch his cheek. "If you're serious, the feelings are mutual." I confessed quietly. He muttered a quiet yes, so I took that as a go and leaned in, kissing him tenderly. He breathed out a sigh as I kissed him, putting his hand behind my head to keep me in place. I soon pulled away, just staring into those baby blue eyes.

"You aren't just doing this cause you're drunk right?" He asked.

"Nope, I've felt like this for a long time. Though it is a little amplified when I'm drunk." I laughed, pecking his lips again.

"You're so perfect." He chuckled, flipping us so he was above me. "Now let's test some things." He then began kissing down my neck.

*Oh yeah, he was gonna ruin me.*

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The Gala -- JJ Maybank (Part 2 of 2)

Summary - JJ loves to pretend he is someone else, so going to a gala and pretending to get engaged ( for free drinks of course ) is just his speed

Word Count - 1.5k

My favorite half of this mini series :)

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Once we pulled up I saw a few valet drivers standing at the front of the huge building.

"Won't, this place is ridiculous." I gasped, looking at the white palace-looking place.

"I know, can't wait to cause a small ruckus." He rubbed his hands together and I shook my head at him.

"Okay, JJ, you gotta keep it together, we are in figure 8 and we are 21. The slightest bit of maturity is needed at least until we are inside." He nodded enthusiastically at me, putting on a serious face. I pulled up to the valet service and just as I went to open my door JJ told me to stay inside. I furrowed my eyebrows at him as he took the keys and handed them to the driver.

"Just a sec, I've gotta get the door for my lady." The driver nodded with a smile. He came to my side and opened the door politely, grabbing my hand and helping me out.

"Thank you, love." I said, grabbing his hand and waving to the drivers as we made our way to the door.

"Hello there, name please?" The usher asked with a smile.

"Y/n Y/L/N and JJ Maybank. We are friends with Georges's cousin, he invited us." JJ lied confidently, pulling an invitation from his pocket.

I wonder where he got that, who knows with him.

"Alright, IDs?" He asked. I pulled mine from my course and handed it to him, JJ doing the same. He gave them a little once over and opened the door. "Enjoy your night." Once we were inside I turned to him.

"Where did you get that invitation?" I chuckled.

"Some kooks doorstep." He shrugged, handing it to me.

"Wow, they're really setting it up so anyone could take it and use it. No specific name on it or anything."

"Exactly. Wanna dance?" He asked, presenting his hand to me.

"Yes please!" I said as he dragged me to the group of people dancing on the tile floor. We danced to the fun upbeat songs for a while before there was a slow song.

"You wanna keep dancing or go get a drink?" He asked quietly.

"I need a breather, a slow dance shouldn't be too bad. Gotta keep up the couple facadé, right?" I said, putting my arms around his neck. He nodded in agreement, putting his hands on my waist. I laid my head on his chest and he rested his chin on my head.

"This is fun." He whispered, swaying with me. "We should do this more often."

"You can dance with me whenever you want JJ, we just happen to be in a very public place right now."

"I wanna dance with you anywhere, all the time." I smiled down at him and I could feel my face heating up for the second time that day, so I buried my face in his chest again.

"Let's get some drinks." I said as the song ended. I held his hand and pulled him to the bar. I slid some money on the counter. "Can I have a shot of tequila please?" I smiled at the bartender and she nodded. JJ scooted his stool closer to mine, putting his arm around me. It's like he *knew* he was making me flustered.

"Here you go, ma'am. Anything for you sir?" She turned to JJ.

"I'll have the same." She nodded and poured him one. I threw the shot back and put the shot glass on the table.

"Can I also get a shot of whiskey?" I smiled politely, JJ tilting his head at me.

"Of course." She poured me the shot. "Would you like a chaser? Some water?" She asked before I drank it. I nodded thankfully. She set a glass of water in front of me. I turned to JJ with a smile, hiding the shit glass.

"On three?"

"On three." He said back.

"One, two, three." We both took a shot and my face scrunched at the horrible burn and taste. I quickly chugged the water. JJ laughed at my dramatics.

"You alright there dear?" He asked teasingly, resting his hand on my thigh. I nodded enthusiastically.

"I am a-okay! But I *do* need to pee, so I'll be right back." I replied, sliding away from his grasp and heading to the bathroom. I went in and stood at the sink for a moment.

"Get ahold of yourself! It's a little game, none of this is real." I splashed some water on my face, realizing that I was in fact buzzed. I slapped my cheeks lightly a few times before going back out to the party. Just as I walked out I saw a girl sitting in my seat, clearly flirting with JJ. He looked *severely* disinterested. I felt a little out of control of my emotions and actions at the moment so I just let it play out.

I made my way back over to JJ, giving him a look. He gave me a 'help me' look as I walked towards him. I winked and sent him finger guns. I came up quite fast, making my way into JJ's lap, he wrapped his arms around me immediately.

"Hey, baby, who's this?" I tilted my head at her.

"I think she said her name was Tracy?" He said.

"It's Talia." He said with a slight mean mug. I felt JJ shrug behind me.

"I was just wondering where my girl went." He said against my ear, kissing the edge of it. I would have melted right then and there if I wasn't buzzed. Talia scoffed and left *my* seat, which caused JJ to laugh, burying his face in the crook of my neck.

"She would not leave me alone. I mentioned you like 4 times." He shook his head. I shifted on his lap a little.

"Is that a box in your pocket or are you just happy to see me." I teased.

"Oh, I'm definitely happy to see you." He shot back confidently. "Speaking of, you think this is a good time for a proposal? Or should I do it during a slow dance on the dance floor?"

"Oh slow dance for sure. We want as many people to see you propose so we get free drinks." I giggled, kissing his rosy cheek. Conveniently, a slow song began to play.

"Can I have this dance?" He asked in a horrible British accent.

"Yes sir." I replied in a just as bad accent, standing from his lap and taking him to the dance floor. I put my arms back around his neck and his hands returned to my waist. We danced for about 30 seconds before he let go of me and nodded, I nodded back. He pulled the box from his pocket and got down on one knee. A girl dancing beside us gasped, hitting her husband's shoulder and pointing to us.

"Y/n, you are the light of my life. I've been in love with you for 2 years now and I don't think I could ever live without you. I've never had someone make me so happy, or laugh all day long. I can't even be in a bad mood around you, it's impossible. Your smile lights up my whole day, maybe even my whole week. Just when I think you couldn't get any better you do. I'm really, *really* in love with you." I furrowed my eyebrows at him and he gave a slight nod.

Wait.

"Would you do me the honor of becoming Mrs. Maybank?" He asked with a wink. I nodded slowly, and gave him my left hand, he slipped on the ring. I intertwined our hands.

"*Really* really?" I asked quietly, so no one could hear. He nodded nervously, avoiding my eyes. "Sweet." I smiled, pulling his face to mine and kissing him passionately.

He pulled me closer by my waist, still kissing me. I could feel him smile against my lips.

"Congratulations." I heard the woman next to us say. I thanked her and we got a slew of congrats from the room. Soon enough we were getting free drinks left and right. We sat at the bar and just took them.

"Is this why you wanted to do this?" I asked, taking a sip of my Margarita.

"To confess to you? Yeah, had to be something special. Plus, if you rejected me I could chalk it up to the game." He shrugged. "Foolproof."

"Lucky for you, I've been wrapped around your finger since we met Maybanks." I smiled, putting my hand on his cheek and rubbing my thumb across his face. He leaned in and kissed me again, tasting like alcohol.

"Same to you, Mrs. Maybank." He teased, poking the ring on my finger.

"We can be like this all the time now, right? I can call you love and you can call me the light of your life?" He nodded.

"And I can kiss you all the time now, right? Because I've been wanting to for years, I've gotta catch up." JJ pulled me closer by the stool I was sitting on, nearly making me fall but he steadied me.

"Absolutely." I replied, putting my forehead to his. We number noses a bit and he smirked.

"Perfect."

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