JJ Maybank x Reader
After moving away from Kildare Island not long after your mother is killed in a car accident, you go on to build a whole new life in the suburbs of DC with your dad.
College brings you back to the south, and back in contact with...
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"I'm gonna have to take it somewhere. I don't have anywhere to do it myself," you tell your dad over the phone one evening.
Your dad had made a point to teach you how to do basic maintenance on your car growing up. You could also identify and fix simple mechanical problems, and you and your dad always worked on your car together when you lived at home. Now, five and a half hours away from home with nowhere to work on your car, you were going to have to find someone else to do things for you. Mechanics were notoriously sexist, and you worried someone was going to try to strong-arm you into paying for things you didn't need because they thought they could rip you off because you were a girl and didn't know anything.
"I thought one of the boys worked on cars," he says. "Didn't you tell me that before?"
"Oh, right. JJ works at a garage. How did I forget that? I'll have to get a hold of him," you say. "Maybe he'll give me a discount."
Your dad laughs. "Yeah, he might."
"I'm going to get off of here and call him. I'll call you in a few days to check in."
"Okay. Love you, sweetheart."
"Love you, too, dad. Bye."
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As luck would have it, JJ was scheduled the work the following afternoon, and he told you to bring your car by once you were done with classes for the day. Since you just needed simple maintenance work done, you didn't expect to be there very long. There's one other customer at the garage when you pull up to the place.
You climb out of your car after shutting off the engine, and a guy who looks about your age approaches. "Hi," he says, leaning on the hood of your car. "What can I do for you?"
"I need—"
"Yo, Andrew, I got her," JJ calls from somewhere in the garage, interrupting you. He emerges from behind a stack of tires, wearing the same standard issue coveralls as the other guy, and you can't look away. His tattered hat has motor oil stains on it, his forearms are streaked with black grease, and an old, ruined bandana hangs out of his pocket.
"That's not how it works, Maybank," Andrew reminds him. "Whoever is free takes the next customer." He looks back at you. "So, what'll it be, gorgeous?"
You narrow your eyes at this Andrew fellow. "Oil change and a fluid check."
"Oh, I'd be happy to check your fluids," he says, smirking at you. You roll your eyes.
"Dude, this is y/n. I told you she was coming by," JJ tells Andrew, and the lightbulb goes off behind his eyes.
"Ohhhh, this is y/n," he says knowingly. You weren't sure what that meant, but you look back and forth between the two boys. "Maybank will take excellent care of your oil change and your fluids," he says, clapping JJ hard on the shoulder before moving past him.
