ABOUT ME ↬ I will keep my name and age anonyme, but you can refer to me as 'Zia'. I'm a dog lover, and I absolutely love gemstones, quartz being my favorite. Other than that, I'm a writer and will mostly write about Teen Wolf, Outer Banks, The Maze Runner and The Walking Dead. My birthday is 25 March ! Bilingual (French and English) -> English isn't my first language.
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♡ - series ☆ - one shot ◇ - imagines and drabbles
last updated - 20/05/2026
@bubbly-parker ——————————
☆ isaac lahey x witch!afab!reader | F.
⤷ “don't even start again. just let me help without complaining for once.” a small “why” was all you could muster in return, too tired to start a whole argument. “what do you mean, why? to make sure you're fine, obviously." “in case you haven't noticed, but it's always me looking after you.”
@crownjewel123 ——————————
☆ isaac lahey x fem!reader | F.
⤷ isaac lahey is a cute guy. anyone with eyes can see it. it’s become a sort of, tradition, on the girls cheer team to confess to their crushes in unconventional ways. what way exactly?‘ borrowing’ a guys jersey and wearing it at the game.
@deerfawnn ——————————
☆ heartbeat | F.
⤷ isaac can hear your racing heartbeat
@everlastingdreams ——————————
☆ theft of the heart | F.
⤷ you are new at the beacon hills high school and catch the attention of a certain lacrosse player. being too shy to interact properly leads to awkward situations.
@fangirl-writes ——————————
☆ tell you want this | S. A.
⤷ in a life that is constantly on the move, you appreciate the small moments much more. especially if they're with isaac.
@fclsebnnyodair ——————————
☆ isaac lahey who loves to admire his pretty girl while she’s getting ready! | F.
⤷ you and isaac are heading out to lydia’s party and he can’t keep his eyes off you while you are internally struggling to choose what shoes to wear.
☆ isaac lahey secretly loves when his girl gets all needy and clingy with him! | F.
⤷ you and isaac are cuddling and he loves teasing you about how needy you can get sometimes, even when he doesn’t mind a bit.
@imagine-you ——————————
♡ the wolves keep scratching at my heart | F. A.
⤷ growing up as a human in the hale pack wasn't easy, but you wouldn't have traded it for anything. when you're twelve, a fire takes away most of your family, except for your father and two of your cousins. you're adopted by a kind deputy and officially become a part of the stilinski family since your father can't care for you and your cousins have fled town. you think life can't possibly get any more complicated until you're eighteen and your brother's best friend gets bitten by a rogue alpha out in the preserve.
@imagines4thefandoms ——————————
☆ bad dreams | F. A.
⤷ it’s been a couple days since you’ve had a decent night of sleep. if it wasn’t the worry of school keeping you up it's the fact that people are being ritualistically sacrificed, or the alpha pack, or a hunter coming into town and killing your friends. so normal teenage worries. it’s hard to actually sleep when you're terrified that someone is going to die.
@lfzyxf ——————————
☆ isaac lahey x reader | F.
⤷ it’s easy to forget that even in beacon hills, california the weather gets colder during the winter. so easy that you’re now sitting in class shivering and struggling to focus on whatever coach is saying. you pull the sleeves of your sweater down to cover your hands before rubbing them over your hands, trying to warm yourself up.
◇ this drabble | F.
⤷ it’s difficult to get some privacy when you’re constantly surrounded by your friends.
@loverslodge ——————————
☆ the only girl i like | F. S. A.
⤷ a night of research leads to a confession
@perseephoneee ——————————
☆ ask me to dance? | F.
⤷ it never really got cold in beacon hills, considering it was located in california. still, when temperatures started to fall to a mild climate, it signaled to the teen population that winter was fast approaching. and with that came winter ball. which is all you've been able to think about.
☆ i was scared for you | F. A.
⤷ you get hurt in a fight while helping the mccall pack and a particular wolf comes to check in on you
☆ letters back and forth | F.
⤷ you’re a were-jaguar that left beacon hills after your parents got killed and you finally return to reconnect.
@renjunniex ——————————
♡ thank you, for being you | F. A.
⤷ after everything that happened with peter had finally been resolved it was time to watch over lydia, unfortunately not everything goes to plan.
@s0urw00lf ——————————
♡ your protector | F.
⤷ isaac has been extra protective since you joined him in the supernatural world
@s9fti3 ——————————
◇ this blurb
@sexualtensiongrowing21 ——————————
♡ you owe me | A.
⤷ “i owe you $20 not a day of pretending to date you to get him off your back.”
@sinsilk ——————————
☆ heaven knows | F. - [smau]
⤷ social media/ college au with the pack
@so-long-soldier-writes ——————————
☆ study buddies | F.
⤷ isaac asks you for help in chemistry. you agree on one condition.
@sundrop-writes ——————————
☆ claustrophobia | A.
⤷ "did it have to be a closet?" isaac let out a dry chuckle, a seemingly nervous laugh as he eyed up the space apprehensively before stepping inside, putting some of the supplies on one of the shelves.
☆ protective | A.
⤷ during his first full moon, isaac needs to think of something to ground him - to keep his newfound powers from getting out of control. derek suggests that he use anger, and he knows that scott grounds himself with his love for allison. isaac finds something in between - thinking of the anger he feels when you get hurt.
☆ why am i the one? | S. A.
⤷ isaac loves you. he loves you more than anything else in the world - which is exactly why he has stayed away from you for so long. but when derek kicks him out onto the street in the pouring rain with absolutely no warning and no reasoning as to why, Isaac has nowhere else to go. he could claim that he sought you out because you're close by, because he knows that you won't turn him away in his time of need - but deep down, it's because he misses you. and staying away from you for so long is the hardest, stupidest thing he has ever done.
@thesewordsareallihavetogive ——————————
♡ real is the love | F. A.
⤷ isaac, well past his supernatural teenage troubles, has settled down with his girlfriend, y/n. they're both advancing in their careers when a surprise pregnancy throws them for a loop. the next several months are filled with lots of laughs, love, odd cravings, and a few tears. as always, peace only lasts for so long in beacon hills...
@totallynotashieldagent ——————————
☆ didn't mean to (totally did) | F. S. A.
⤷ isaac accidentally bit reader and now they're bonded. only problem? he didn't tell her that he's a werewolf yet.
@voidangxls ——————————
☆ stood in | F.
⤷ it was valentines day and your date stood you up and when isaac finds out he tries to fix your night.
Summary ; Reader gets infected and, even with trying all he can, dies in her lover's arms
warning ; death
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The night was cold, or maybe it was just due to how sick you currently were. Your veins were black, matching the color of your eyes. You were shaking, lying in your boyfriend's arms, struggling to keep your eyes open. You grabbed his knife, pressing it against your chest. "..Don't let me become one of them..Please, Thomas..Please."
His heart ached seeing you like this, so scared, so vulnerable. He couldn't let you become one of them, but at the same time, what if they find the cure ? He can't lose you. "..I can't." He shook his head as you put his hand around the knife, still pressed against your chest. "..I can't do that, they are going to find the cure, alright ?"
Your eyes met his, your body getting weaker and weaker with each passing second. "..But when ? What if it takes years, years of me being a monster..?" His breath caught, and so did yours. The thought of dying was terrifying, but the thought of becoming one of those horrible things was ever worse.
"..but what if you die and we find a cure, huh ? You thought about that ?" Thomas shook his head, unhappy with your choice, yet understanding. Nothing was sure, he couldn't promise you anything, and you couldn't stay out there, alone and changed forever.
You raised a shaky hand around his cheek, "..then it'll be a good things for the future." You pressed on his hand, causing the knife to just slightly get blood from you. "..But I'm not a part of it."
The boy hesitated, before gently pressing a kiss to your lips. He stayed like that, forehead against yours, as he slowly pressed the knife further into your chest. You let out a cry, before giving your last breathe, inthe arms of the boy you loved, his tears soaking your peaceful face.
My heart goes to all the victims of the horrible fire that took place in Crans-Montana. I'm truly sorry for every family going through a loss or every person having lost a friend. I hope the injured people will manage to heal and get better as soon as possible. Truly hope for every family to find their loved one alive. Rest in peace to every deceased victim. My thoughts are with all the families and injured.
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Mes pensées vont à toutes les victimes du terrible incendie de Crans-Montana. Je suis profondément désolé pour chaque famille endeuillée et chaque personne ayant perdu un ami. J'espère que les blessés pourront guérir et se rétablir au plus vite. Je souhaite sincèrement à chaque famille de retrouver son proche vivant. Que toutes les victimes décédées reposent en paix et mes condoléances aux proches. Mes pensées vont aux familles et aux blessés.
You know despite the attention he's had most of his life, I truly do think that that conversation with Dustin was the probably first time in his life Steve Harrington ever felt truly and utterly irreplaceable and precious to someone else. Imagine thinking that you're mostly just the guy who's there to take the hits (and yes your friends do love you but you think they'd learn to be ok without you eventually) to then be HIT with the reality that someone's world would simply crumble without you in it. Dustin and Steve you shine brighter than all the stars in the sky I am so serious
That ENTIRE fight Steve never tried to hit back at Dustin because he was angry at him he was only trying to get Dustin to stop he literally tells Dustin he’s gonna hurt himself IM SOBBING
Summary ; When the police stop all research into your disappearance, closing the case and telling the world that you are dead, the Pogues make it their mission to avenge you.
Warning ; mention of kidnapping, hospital, mention of trauma, police.
Main masterlist - Part 15
[September 16, 2020]
"Alright, y/n." Shoupe set his phone down on the small hospital table. You were sitting in the bed, bandages still covering parts of your body. The weakness was visible on your body, a reminder of everything you've been through the past few months. But today's conversation had to happen, you all knew that.
Convincing John B had been tough. He didn't want you to have to think about all that again, not so soon. And he certainly didn't want to leave your side.
"I know this isn't going to be an easy talk, but it has to be done." You nodded, looking at him. "Do you remember what happened that day, right before you went missing ?"
You felt your throat tightening, your heartbeat increasing. "I was walking home...Then I heard a vehicle and before I could react, someone grabbed me from behind..."
Shoupe frowned but nodded anyway, "and after that ?"
You started shaking your head, eyes closed. "..I-I don't.. I can't.."
"Hey,'' his voice was soft, softer than you had ever heard from him. He gently sat on the edge of the bed, making sure to not make any physical contact with you. "I'm not asking for every detail now, I just want to know what you are ready to share. Even if it's just what you ate. Just what you are ready for."
Your eyes avoided his, contemplating his words. Part of you knew you should tell him everything, the person who did that had to get arrested. But talking about it would make it true and oh, you didn't want it to be. "..I don't know...They were three or five, depending on the days... Uhm...They weren't really talking to me but I heard..They were talking about gold, the treasure..."
Shoupe's expression shifted. He suddenly remembered everything that happened at the start of your case. How he arrested John B, twice. How he closed your case, considering you dead, only for you to have been living hell all that time. Somehow, he felt like it was his fault. Like he had failed you.
"Alright, kiddo." He sighed, rubbing his face. "I'm sorry for everything you've been through." He looked at you, really looked at you, and his jaw clenched. You were a kid after all, and something horrible happened to you. "Do you remember anything particular about their voice, appearance ?"
You were about to answer, only to get cut off by John B, walking back in. "We're done for today, she needs rest."
The sheriff's eyes met his before nodding, "yeah, I guess. That's all for today, then." He grabbed his phone, tugging it in his pocket. "Call me if you remember anything." And with that, Shoupe walked away, John B staring at each of his movements.
Your boyfriend sat down beside you, hand finding yours, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. "Don't force yourself if you're not ready. Never."
But deep down, you knew you would have to. Because you knew things they didn't, knew who did it. And that couldn't be kept secrets, not in any world.
Notes ; Yeah, someone has to teach me how to be active..I knooow I take an eternity before posting, but to be honest, my focus is mostly on school and then I don't have the energy to write..
Summary ; A series of murders are taking place in Beacon Hills. The police officers are sure it’s a serial killer, a brutal one, impossible to track. But Stiles, the sheriff’s son, and his friends know better. In this town, a lot of creatures are living in the dark. Those marks seem to be the results of a werewolf, one they had no idea exists. That was a fact the police didn’t know, meaning they couldn’t investigate completely. Stiles, him ? Well, he is more than determined to find out who this terrible person is, transforming into a wolf at night only to kill innocent people. Or are they innocent ?
Warning ; mention of death [I think that's all but let me know if I forgot anything]
Serie masterlist - previous chapter
You were lying on your belly, on your boyfriend's bed. What you expected to be a nice evening with your boyfriend - cuddles, kisses, and movies - was actually you, staring at Stiles, whose full focus was on that case, again. Yesterday the group talked about what each suspect said to them, and Stiles was working on it. You sighed, loud, impatient. "Stiiiiiles. You're supposed to give some attention to your girlfriend, not to some board."
He didn't even look at you, too busy putting on his silly red strings. "..Yeah but look at that, we're not far...We should talk to Ethan alone. And then we could see Derek about it and-"
You walked to him, hugging him from behind. "You should think of something else, just for a night. Like your girl's pretty eyes." Stiles relaxed in your embrace, letting you pull him to the bed. The two of you laid down, Stiles between your legs, head on your chest.
Your hand traced patterns against his arm, touching lightly.. "..It was supposed to be a movie night."
He buried himself further into your arms, "we can still watch something." You barely heard him, his voice muffled in your t-shirt.
"Let me guess, a murder documentary ?" That got him laughing, out loud, sincere. "I had Star Wars in mind, but murder documentaries are a close second."
You smiled softly as the room fell silent, the only sound being the sound of your breath. It was comfortable, away from all that stress. Sure, it was scary. A wolf, killing random people. You didn't even know if there was a pattern between all those deaths, from the little you knew, any of you could be next.
Stiles was a fan of solving cases, he definitely has a future in that world. You ? Well, you loved the adventure, going out to fight people as best you could, and coming up with plans. But trying to resolve things, staring at dead bodies every day ? That would only make you sick. "Alright, let's see...What do you have for the moment ?"
He raised his head, looking at you before resting back against your chest. "Not much. But like I said, I think Ethan knows something.." You hummed, "he's nice, he might help us, right ?"
Stiles gave a skeptical grunt. “Maybe. But nice doesn’t mean trustworthy. Especially not here.” His arms tightened around your waist, as if holding you closer could shield you from the dangers circling Beacon Hills. And you hummed, not answering.
The both of you stayed there, letting the silence fill the space. It wasn't an awkward type of silence, it was comforting, a reminder that no matter how insane the world outside became, you still had this place where you were safe, welcomed.
Or at least, you told yourself you did.
Because beneath that comfort, something inside you wouldn’t calm down. Your muscles twitched with a restless energy, a pressure you couldn’t explain. Every sound in the room felt louder than it should ; the tick of Stiles’s clock, the faint hum of the lamp, even the steady beat of his heart against your chest. You tried to steady your breathing, tried to ignore how sharp and fast everything seemed, but it didn't go unnoticed by him. He would always notice everything about you.
"Hey you," his voice interrupted your thoughts and that's when you realized how tight your hand was holding his arm, your grip suddenly relaxing. "You're okay, baby ? You spaced out for a bit, didn't ya ?"
"I'm fine," you smiled, not quite reaching your eyes. You didn't want to worry him with your stress, it was useless. Whatever was going on in your head was nothing compared to people dying out there, killed abruptly by this wolf. "I promise, just getting tired here."
He scanned your face, searching for that little frown you always had when you were sad, or that little dimple on your left cheek. When he didn't find any sign, he relaxed, still showing he was there for you. "Alright. You would tell me if something was bothering you, right ?"
You nodded, smile growing a bit bigger. Typical Stiles, always worrying and checking on you. That was who he was. He smiled back, head returning to your chest, already starting to drift off to sleep, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
He trusted you, loved you, and you couldn't help feeling like you were letting him down, somehow. Lately you'd been feeling really weird, a strange feeling constantly there, those thoughts in the back of your mind. You knew it was your anxiety playing with you, but you would lie if you were to say it wasn't taking a toll on you.
Eventually your own eyes drifted shut, and you let the comfort of Stiles’s warmth pull you under. But the second sleep claimed you, the pictures flashed behind your eyes again. You saw it all, the bodies, the blood, the claw marks. Only this time, you’re not just seeing them. You’re standing over them, hands drenched red, your nails sharper, longer ; they felt wrong.
You jolted awake with a sharp inhale, heart racing in your chest, your boyfriend still asleep in your arms. You swallowed hard, forcing your breathing to steady. You had to remind yourself it was just a dream, imagine your brain created with all that stress, all those ugly pictures you saw. Yet, this dream felt so real, causing an unsteady feeling to creep in your chest.
You looked around, as if to remember where you were. Stiles's room, that place you knew so well. But something felt differents. The clicking of the clock seemed louder, the hum of the lamp harsher, and even Stiles's heatbeat felt faster, louder. You closed your eyes, forcing yourself to relax, think of anything but all that chaos. Instinctively, you held onto Stiles tighter, hardly falling back asleep.
a/n: hellooo, i’m a bit off schedule but we’re back! hope you like it! <3
warnings: poorly proofread, first kisses, jj is yearning like no man has ever yearned before
wc: 2.6k
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10 years ago…
Kie’s 17th birthday party had turned out a success. You didn’t know most of the people present, maybe only in passing, but none of them well enough to talk to. A couple of guys had seemed to show interest in you at first, however you were sure they had been spooked by your brother. Meaning you were destined to be alone all evening and wait for John B to call it a night.
Perhaps the conversation you’d had with your friends that day had made you less talkative than usual, ruining your chances of engaging in a conversation with strangers. It’s not like you weren’t able to talk to them – you just did not want to. Not that night.
You decided to hang in Kie’s yard – quieter than the rest of her house, brimming with a crowd of loud, raging teenagers that you had nothing in common with. A faint sound of a chirping cricket filled the air as you absentmindedly took a sip of your soda. You didn’t mind some alone time, but a part of you did wish you could have enjoyed the party the way your friends were. Having to spend your Saturday night sitting on the front steps of your friend’s house hadn’t really been in your plans.
Just when you were about to go back inside and hope that your brother was already tired of the night, the front door slammed open. The music became louder, people’s cheering more obnoxious, and a strong smell of weed mixed with alcohol caught in your nose – yet none of those things captured your attention as much as the mop of golden hair and the pair of perfect, ocean blue eyes walking out did. JJ Maybank always used to have that kind of effect on you.
Being able to get your full, undivided attention, that is.
“Hey,” he grinned, eyes twinkling under the dimly lit front porch, “I’ve been looking for you.”
“You found me.” You smiled weakly at him, following his movements as he sat next to you. Cheap cologne combined with tobacco engulfed you in a familiar cloud – comforting; safe.
Baby blues fell on you, worry and curiosity written in his gaze. “What are you doing out here?” A hand tried to grab yours, but cowardly settled behind his back instead.
If you had noticed, you didn’t say anything about it. You never did.
“It’s nice,” you shrugged, “Less assholes.”
JJ cocked an eyebrow, his weight shifting closer to you and something new flickering in his look – protective. “Was someone being an asshole to you?” Calloused fingers gently gripped your chin, forcing your eyes to stare into his, “I need names, Peach.”
Taking a deep breath, you shook your head against his hold. “It’s not that,” you sighed, but his attentive gaze urged you to keep going, “Some girls at school were talking about their first kiss today,” you could already feel an embarrassing warmth heating up your face at the admission, “And when they asked me, I didn’t know what to say and they all immediately realized that I have never…kissed anyone.” Your eyes travelled to his to see his reaction, terrified of the possible mocking that might have followed, but only finding the JJ Maybank’s look in his stare. You had noticed thousands of different looks from him over the years, and yet this one was your favourite. And it was yours. “They made me feel like a freak, and I…” you exhaled loudly again, now avoiding his penetrating gaze and looking out at the garden, illuminated only by the moonlight, “I guess that’s why I’m kind of in a mood.”
This time, he decided to gather his courage, interlocking his fingers with yours as he squeezed your hand in reassurance. “Peach,” his knee bumped with yours, “Look at me.” His honey-like tone coaxed you into turning your head towards him again, taking him in as his eyes seemed to know nothing and no one but you. “They’re idiots.” He rasped, “Just because it hasn’t happened yet, doesn’t mean it won’t. You’re beautiful and amazing, any guy would be lucky to kiss you.”
For the first time in your life you believed for a mere second that JJ could lie to you. “You don’t have to say that. I was only ranting; you shouldn’t have to say things you don’t mean.”
“But I mean them,” he didn’t miss a beat, “And I think your first kiss should be important. Not with the first person that walks by, you know?”
You scoffed, playfully rolling your eyes at him to lighten the mood. “Easy for you to say! You kiss any woman with a heartbeat.”
He had to admit that his dating history wasn’t the best example to learn from – if going out with a different girl every week counted as “dating history.” He just never had met someone that interested him enough. Girls knew what they were getting into when they went out with JJ Maybank, he wasn’t stringing them along and promising them a white picket fence. He was always truthful about his intentions. The thing is that it didn’t matter how beautiful or smart or funny the girl he was going out with was – he was the problem, and he knew that. He wanted more.
They were always funny, but never water-is-coming-out-of-my-nose kind of funny. They were definitely smarter than him, but not able to hold a conversation with Pope the way you could or get that curious sparkle in their eyes when they started rambling about something new that they had just learned. And they were pretty…but they weren’t you.
He swallowed at your words. “I think you never had a real first kiss until you kiss someone you care about,” finally he admitted, “Someone you’d want to kiss again. So, if you think about it, I never had a first kiss either,” you giggled at him, warming his chest with pride for being able to make you break a smile – a real one, “And I’m sure that by my logic, and well I’m always right, those friends of yours have never had one either.”
JJ thought your smile could have lit up the darkest of rooms in that moment. So genuine; sweet – reserved for him and only him.
“Thank you, Jay.” You whispered.
At last, you both fell silent. Your hands never separated as you stared in front of you once again, enjoying the peaceful evening – completely in contrast to the commotion happening behind you two.
However, JJ’s gaze never left your figure – too entranced in the way the soft light that illuminated Kie’s porch bounced off your features, highlighting your cheekbones, a faint glint in your eyes. The way your lip-gloss made your mouth slightly glow. He wondered if you had picked the strawberry or cherry one, as you switched between them on a daily basis.
A voice in his head reprimanded him for thinking about the taste of your lips. He wasn’t sure if the voice had been John B’s or his own conscience that had decided to make an appearance in that exact moment. But he couldn’t help it.
He should have stayed silent. He really should have. You were his best friend, and so was John B. It was wrong. It was –
“Peach?” He hadn’t bit his tongue hard enough.
You faced him, and your heart dropped in your stomach at the intensity in his stare. You were sitting closer to him than you had thought, your legs completely flushed against each other, noses at a dangerous distance. “Yeah?”
A raw sincerity swam in his eyes as he lowered his voice, “Do you wanna be my first kiss?”
You weren’t sure if your mouth was open in shock or how much your hands were sweating. Or if it was his own palm sweating against yours. You had to blink a couple of times to make sure that hadn’t been a figment of your imagination – but the nervous, waiting expression on JJ’s face said otherwise.
“If you’re doing this out of pity, I don’t —“
“No, I’m not.” His eyes dropped to your lips, an all-consuming look crawling in his blues, “I’m doin’ this because I really want to kiss you right now and I’m hopin’ you do, too.”
The air around you became thicker. Almost agonizing. You hoped he couldn’t feel your heart beating loudly in your chest as much as you did – your ears filled with the powerful sound of your heartbeat and his heavy breathing. Not trusting your own words, you nodded your head a couple of times, your mouth suddenly dry.
JJ’s heart skipped a beat. Carefully, he leaned closer, his free hand gently placed on your cheek as he rubbed his thumb on the soft skin. Your breath hitched when you realized how near his lips were, so much that you were scared to touch them if you moved an inch.
“This doesn’t mean anything, right? We’ll still be friends?” You asked quietly, searching for his gaze with curiosity and anticipation.
His eyes flickered from yours to your lips, and he didn’t know what he was thinking when he muttered, “If that’s what you want.” But it wasn’t what he wanted — not even a little bit.
“It is,” You breathed, “But I also really want to be your first kiss.”
He smiled. A secret between you two. “I want that too.” He sighed before his lips finally touched yours. So gently one might have thought he was scared to break you.
Cherry, he concluded – his favourite.
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Present…
Sitting on the couch, eating pizza and watching a movie with JJ makes you feel like you’re fifteen all over again. Your legs rest in a crisscross position, a plastic plate sitting on your thigh, as JJ relaxes his feet, perched up on the coffee table. You can’t help yourself from stealing a glance at him every once in a while; he’s always been so unfairly handsome. Your fingers almost itch to brush his hair out of his face, just like you used to do before, so casually and yet so intimate — but you can’t do it anymore.
“I can hear you thinkin’,” he rasps suddenly, taking you by surprise for you believed he was too entranced in the movie, “What’s goin’ on, Peach?” He turns to you, wearing a curious look.
With embarrassment written all over your face, you take your eyes off of him. “Nothing. Just watch the movie.” You play with your hands, now seeming extremely interesting.
He sighs and reaches for the TV remoter to pause the film. Finally, your attention is on him as he turns his whole body towards you. “You’ve been lookin’ at me weird since the pizza arrived. What’s wrong?”
You pretend like you don’t know what he’s talking about by completely avoiding his piercing gaze — because you’re foolishly sure he won’t be able to see right through you. “I was hungry. Now I’m all better. Can I watch my movie now?”
JJ shakes his head before throwing it behind him in frustration for a second. His fingers run through his hair — and you wish you could take over — and his eyes finally fall on you again. “You think I don’t know you?” He asks, causing your eyes to widen for a fraction of time, “Think I don’t know that you’re dying to ask me about something? I’ve known you my whole life, Peach. I know you.”
With a small tremble in your voice, you softly confess, “You don’t know me anymore.”
JJ’s heart breaks into a million pieces. He can’t believe how much he fucked up. He thought that he was doing you a favour by taking a step back a year ago, but apparently he ruined everything. How can you even think that he doesn’t know your every tell and expression? That he hasn’t memorized every inch of your body in his brain and every moment with you in his mind?
All that he can do in response to your words is cross his arms over his chest, signalling that he’s sure of himself. If there’s one thing that JJ Maybank is confident about is that he knows you better than anyone else. “I know that you scrunch up your nose when you hate something.” He begins, his voice low and deep, “I know you touch your hair when you feel uncomfortable. I know you play with the bracelet on your left hand when you’re nervous, and with your father’s ring when something important is coming up. I know you bite your lip to stop yourself from saying something you will regret.” You’re not sure when he started getting closer to you, but his voice is getting raspier and his face is right in front of yours as he continues, “I know you get a small wrinkle right here,” his thumb smooths the area between your eyebrows and your breath hitches at the contact, “when you’re focused, when you’re trying to understand something, and I think it’s adorable. I know that your hands close into fists when you’re anxious,” and without ever breaking eye contact, his hand goes to your own, which is balled up into a fist, just like he knew it was without even looking — hell, you didn’t know it was until he touched it, “I know you’re lying when you don’t look me in the eyes, because you can’t lie to me. And I know that you missed me…but you’re going to make me sweat to hear you say it.” You swear you can feel his breath on your lips as he pronounces the last words and it makes your stomach churn with something you haven’t felt in a very long time.
You try to swallow the lump in your throat, attempting to ignore how your body is reacting to him and his words. Yes, he knows you. He knows you better than anyone, and sometimes, even better than you know yourself — and that’s scary.
“I think you should go now, JJ.” Your voice comes out in a breathless whisper, and it sounds unsure, because you’re not all that certain that you want him to go — you don’t even know if you want him to step back right now, when his lips are so close to yours and his eyes are desperately looking for your gaze.
“Tell me what’s going on with you and I’ll leave.” He mumbles before his hand goes to cup your jaw, holding your face in his palm and forcing your eyes on him.
“I saw something in your wallet,” you break down, finally meeting his attentive gaze – he’s right, you can’t lie to him – “You have that picture,” his thumb caresses your skin, “And the hair tie.”
His nose brushes against yours and he hopes you can’t feel his pulse quicken at the closeness between you. It’s been years since the last time he’s had your lips on his, and he’d be lying if he said that it’s not all that he’s capable to think about right now. The thought alone haunting him for years. “And? D’you want me to throw them out?” He teases.
“No.” JJ smiles at your quick reply, “Don’t do that…please.”
“I was just kiddin’, Peach. I’d never throw them out.” He reluctantly puts distance between your lips, and you have to suppress a whine of disapproval, only to place his mouth next to your ear to whisper, “I’m too crazy about that annoying, little girl in the picture to do that.” And without giving you any time to react, he kisses your cheek, “Goodnight, Peach,” he adds before getting up from the couch and leaving the house — and a breathless and confused you.
Damn JJ Maybank.
Your fingers brush over your own lips, almost as if you want to make sure you didn’t just imagine it all. And you hate yourself for falling asleep to the thought of JJ’s lips on yours.
Could you do season 4 where JJ gets stabbed but instead, it's y/n who get stabbed by Groff and JJ is trying his best to comfort you but he cant lose y/n like this. Even though they are just best friends, he never had a chance to say how much he loves you. I've been looking for this type everywhere but no one is doing it, I know it's a bit angsty.
Stay with me - JJ Maybank x gf!Reader
Warning ; spoiler season 4, death
Notes ; Thank you for your request ! I hope you'll like what I wrote, I did my best to follow your ask !! A bit fast, but I really wanted to write today..
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That hunt took an unexpected turn, one you never would guess to happen. One second you were celebrating with JJ, laughing together as he found the blue crown. The minute following, the same crown was in Groff's hand, his knife stabbing your belly.
He flew right away, leaving you in pain, scared, and vulnerable in JJ's arms. You were on the floor, JJ refusing to let your head touch the floor. He knew how much you hated getting dirt in your hair. His hand was pressed against your injured, blood covering both your clothes and his hand, his eyes were getting teary seeing you, the girl he loved and cherished, that weak.
Your skin was pale, paler than ever before, your pupils were dilated and your eyes looked elsewhere, like you were lost, out of your own body. "..You're going to be alright, everything will be alright." His voice was shaky, but he was trying his best to keep his calm. He couldn't let you know how freaked out he was right now, he needed to be there for you. If you were to panic too, it would be over.
"Pope is going to arrive and then he will take care of you, yeah ? Just hang on there, for me. Keep your eyes open, sweet girl."
At that moment, so unsure of what would happen to you -to both of you- he was reminded of all the things he never said, never acted on. You have been his best friend for so long, so long of him hiding his feelings. He wasn't one for love, that what he always told himself. You were too good for him, too pure. Yet he loved you too much to let you go that way, you were so young, so full of joy. You still had so long to live for, you never even realized your biggest dream, the one he swore he would help you with.
"..I never told you my wish, cupcake." You looked at him with the small bit of energy you had, eyes meeting his. His wish, the one the crown is supposed to fulfill. Right now, he hoped more than anything it was true.
"..I wished for us to be together, a happy couple." He scoffed, "that sounds dumb, right ?" The boy intertwined his fingers with yours, his thumb wandering on your wrist to feel your pulse. It was there, weak against your skin. "It's probably not the best time, huh ? Should have told you sooner, but you know me..." He swallowed, breath catching, "I..I love you."
The words made you smile. Part of you knew it, by the way he looked at you, how he would always be softer with you than with the rest of the group. You felt the same way, but like he said, you knew it. He would have pushed you away if you had spoken sooner. Before dying you wanted one thing to happen, so with a weak voice, you asked for it. "..Can you kiss me ?"
The blonde's eyes widened, looking to see if you were kidding. When he saw nothing but pure, true love, he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours in a soft kiss. He never thought that moment would happen, not like that with you injured in his arms. He has wanted for so long to kiss you, to hold you in his arms tightly and never let go. It was happening right now, just in other circumstances. It was just the two of you, nothing else mattered. Until he was brought back to reality.
He pulled away when you stopped kissing him back. You were resting in his arms, eyes closed, mouth slightly open. "..(y/n) ?" No answer. He pressed his head to your chest, desperately looking for a heartbeat. You were still there, right ? He started shaking your shoulder, trying to wake you up just as the Pogues finally arrived. "Come on, sweetie...Wake up."
"Hey, (y/n), come on. That's not funny." You just took your final breath in his arms, and now he will have to learn to live without you for the first time.
↬ When it started, none of you really believed it. It was just a silly thing, to scare people on the internet. Until at school, you saw it happen, right under your eyes. A random boy in your class started acting weird, before attacking his friend. Everyone panicked, screamed. You ran, Pope guiding you.
↬ Pope was smart, that was a fact. He wasn't good at fighting, and to be honest, you weren't either. But he was good at making plans,at finding ways to pass discreetly by the walkers, and at never getting caught. That's why you managed to have enough food to stay alive and why you currently were driving a working car. He knew how to start it without the key. He knew how to use a map, knew how to start a fire. Being alone with Pope in the middle of all that chaos was probably one of the best things that happened.
↬ The first time the two of you got attacked, you completely panicked. The only thing you had to defend yourself was a small knife that barely could cut an apple. You walked into a house to spend the night, and here it was, walking around the house. You froze, and Pope grabbed your arm, pulling you behind him. Getting it out wasn't possible, so with a lot of difficulty, he managed to kill it. It had been hard, but he wanted to protect you.
↬ You and Pope weren't dating when it started, you were simply really good friends. One night you were simply lying in a house, Pope sitting beside you. It started with a small question, "Are we still just friends, after everything ?" He looked at you, eyes going instinctively to your lips. "I guess we're more by now," you smiled slowly, happy with his answer. "Alright." And following that day, you two had been even closer, sharing kisses after a scary moment.
↬ It's been one year since the start of the apocalypse, until the moment your world changed. A zombie bit you, right in the arm. The thought of dying scared you, and Pope was just as scared. He couldn't let you die, and he remembered what he once heard -amputation of the bitten limb can save the life if done soon enough. You could risk it. He disinfected your arm and used an old axe, one in really bad shape. He cut, you yelled. But 48 hours later, you were still there, as a human.
↬ The two of you drove and drove -alright, you drove while he was making plans, reading maps and doing whatever smart thing he liked doing- the driving finally brought you to a secure place, a city surrounded by walls, protected from the walkers. They nicely accepted the two of you in, and quickly, you became a part of them. They even taught you how to use a gun. You became useful.
↬ When it started, none of you really believed it. It was just a silly thing, to scare people on the internet. Until at school, you saw it happen, right under your eyes. A random boy in your class started acting weird, before attacking his friend. Everyone panicked, screamed. You ran, Pope guiding you.
↬ Pope was smart, that was a fact. He wasn't good at fighting, and to be honest, you weren't either. But he was good at making plans,at finding ways to pass discreetly by the walkers, and at never getting caught. That's why you managed to have enough food to stay alive and why you currently were driving a working car. He knew how to start it without the key. He knew how to use a map, knew how to start a fire. Being alone with Pope in the middle of all that chaos was probably one of the best things that happened.
↬ The first time the two of you got attacked, you completely panicked. The only thing you had to defend yourself was a small knife that barely could cut an apple. You walked into a house to spend the night, and here it was, walking around the house. You froze, and Pope grabbed your arm, pulling you behind him. Getting it out wasn't possible, so with a lot of difficulty, he managed to kill it. It had been hard, but he wanted to protect you.
↬ You and Pope weren't dating when it started, you were simply really good friends. One night you were simply lying in a house, Pope sitting beside you. It started with a small question, "Are we still just friends, after everything ?" He looked at you, eyes going instinctively to your lips. "I guess we're more by now," you smiled slowly, happy with his answer. "Alright." And following that day, you two had been even closer, sharing kisses after a scary moment.
↬ It's been one year since the start of the apocalypse, until the moment your world changed. A zombie bit you, right in the arm. The thought of dying scared you, and Pope was just as scared. He couldn't let you die, and he remembered what he once heard -amputation of the bitten limb can save the life if done soon enough. You could risk it. He disinfected your arm and used an old axe, one in really bad shape. He cut, you yelled. But 48 hours later, you were still there, as a human.
↬ The two of you drove and drove -alright, you drove while he was making plans, reading maps and doing whatever smart thing he liked doing- the driving finally brought you to a secure place, a city surrounded by walls, protected from the walkers. They nicely accepted the two of you in, and quickly, you became a part of them. They even taught you how to use a gun. You became useful.
↬ When the apocalypse started, as soon as dead people started attacking everyone, the first thing JJ did was rush to your house. He climbed in through the window to your house, finding you lying on your bed, headphones on. You had no idea what was going on, simply going on with your life. He started rumbling, grabbing a random bag and stuffing it with every useful thing he could find, under your confused eyes. "We can't stay here."
↬ The first time you saw one, you were on JJ's bike, making your way through the traffic. You were driving slowly, not wanting to risk an accident, not now at least. The pace was letting you see everything around, even what you didn't want to see. A woman got out of her car, simply wanting to see what was happening, when a man - a zombie - jumped on her, eating her flesh. She screamed, and so did you, the image horrific.
↬ He never let you starve, never let you get cold. Even before everything, you were his girl, the one he had to protect. With the chaos around, he just got even more protective. Finding food hasn't been easy lately, and finding a place to stay was even harder. The two of you were in a broken car, seats laid down. You were lying on your side, looking at him. He was rummaging through your bags, taking each food out. An apple, some chips, and an already half-eaten package of M&M's. He didn't have to think before giving you all the food. "Alright, eat pretty girl. You need your strenght."
↬ You started having nightmares around seven months into that world, each night about the exact same moment. After so many days struggling, seeing horrors, and wondering what happened to those you love, your brain decided that even during your sleep you wouldn't be at peace. Every time you would fall asleep, your family and friends were in your mind. What was starting as a cute memory full of joy always ended in zombies coming in, everyone you love dying, even JJ. You would wake up crying, and JJ, who had been keeping watch, would cradle you in his arms, reassuring you everything would be alright eventually.
↬ Humans were as much, if not more, of a danger than zombies. They were stealing, killing, even raping. The two of you knew it well. There's that time you ran into a man, older, stronger. He put a gun against your head, tying JJ. Until it was just you and the man. Your boyfriend watched, untying himself discreetly. The man laid a hand on you, the fear evident in your eyes. The blonde jumped on that man, starting to beat his ass off. JJ would never let anything happen to you, that was sure.
↬ Then he got bit. He protected you from a zombie once again, like he would always do. Except this time the zombie's teeth went right into his shoulder, making a hole in his skin. JJ managed to pull it off, running with you. You tried to ignore it, to pretend nothing happened, but after 48 hours he would turn, and he was starting to feel really unwell. He was sitting on the ground, against the wall, holding you close. His voice was weak, his skin was pale. "..Okay, sweetie.. You will have to keep going without me.." You shook your head. You knew he was right, you weren't bitten, but without him your life made no sense. Alone, out there, without even knowing how to defend yourself ? You wanted to go with him. "..Let me die with you." He tried to convince you to keep going, but your mind was set. You would go with him. So you did, killing yourself right in his arms, a bullet in your skull. The two of you would be together forever.
Hey there!!! I'm on vacation, that's why I don't post. I'm back on August 18, so I will post again. I'm sorry, I know I haven't been the most active lately..I'll come back with a lot of new writing !! Take care <3
