JJ Maybank Imagines

Marry me🤍

"JJ we have to get this cleaned up before John B gets home. He will kill us." I grabbed a towel that was hanging on the stove handle to take the cookie tray out of the oven.

"You got it mamas." He winked, spinning around to eat some of the cookie dough that was in the bowl. JJ found a way to make everything fun, even the cleaning process of cooking. Although, it usually doesn't end up clean, Somehow he finds a way to make more of a mess.

"Don't call me mamas that's weird." I giggled placing the tray on the top of the stove. The cookies were dark dark brown, not the way they were supposed to look. "Shit, Jay we burnt the cookies." I threw the towel onto the counter and put my hands on my hips. I was really looking forward to eating cookies. Hands snaked around my waist and JJ's head rested on my shoulder to look at the burnt mess. He removed a hand from my waist to pick up a cookie, taking a bite and then immediately spitting it back out onto his hand and throwing it onto the pan and wiping his hand on his pants.

"Yeah those are inedible. That tasted like charcoal. Nasty." He made a gross face and I giggled, turning around to face him as his hands now rested on my lower back.

"That sucks, I really wanted cookies." I pouted very over dramatically. He kissed the top of my nose and placed his forehead to mine.

"Well, isn't it so great that you have such an amazing boyfriend who knew that we would find a way to mess up the cookies, so he bought a box of them while you were busy buying the ingredients?" He smiled letting go of my waist to take a box of cookies out of a grocery bag that was left on the counter. My face was practically beaming with happiness. I don't know how he knows me well enough to figure out we'd burn the cookies. But I am not complaining.

"God, I love you." I ripped the box of cookies open and handed him one before taking one out for myself. He even knew which kind of cookies were my favourite. Chips Ahoy.

"Are you talking to me or the cookies?" He questioned leaning back on the counter and crossing his arms. I stopped staring at my cookie and looked up at him.

"Don't worry JJ, I love you as well." I joked and he shook his head with the cutest smile ever. He leaned forward and pulled me closer to him by my hips. Then before I knew it I was getting cookie dough smeared on my nose. My jaw dropped and I gave him an unimpressed look.

"Oh you are so on!" I smirked picking up the bag of flour and smearing a handful on his face making him look like frosty the snowman. He wiped the powder away from his eyes and looked at me in pure shock before smiling evilly.

He began chasing me around the chateau as I threw handfuls of flower at him in attempt to blur his vision and slow him down, but JJ has always been the faster one. So he caught up in no time, and before I knew it I was being tackled onto the couch and being smothered by his flowery face.

"JJ! Stop!" I giggled trying to push him off of me, then I realized he had done it again, we said we were going to clean up but now there is flour scattered all over the chateau. "John B, is going to kill us. I'm talking brutal murder, slowly bleeding out from the stomach while he practices his singing skills to destroy our ear drums." I continued giggling as I tried to wipe the flower off of JJ's face with my sleeve. The flower was mostly gone, well it was still clearly there, but less than before.

"Oh god don't remind me of his horrible singing, I still can't get the sound out of my head." He buried his head in the crook of my neck as he chuckled out the words remembering the time John B thought he could sing as well as Ariana Grande. Let's just say his impression was not good, At All.

I started laughing even more just thinking about it. That's when I noticed JJ had lifted his head up out of my neck and was now just looking at me in awe.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I calmed down my laughing and now I was just smiling. He kept staring. "Stop." I laughed once more.

"Marry me." Did I hear that right? I must be crazy, he must be crazy. He scanned my face trying to figure out what I was thinking. I don't even know what I'm thinking. My mind is scrambled.

"What?" I laughed again, but this time it was more of an awkward laugh.

"Marry me." He spoke with more certainty this time. I had never thought about marriage, never thought who I'd marry, what age I'd get married at, If I'd even get married. The whole Idea of a wedding seemed like the thing that happens to other people, people in movies. Not me.

"Jay, your crazy. We are seventeen." I raised my eye brows and shook my head. But by the look on his face, he didn't care if we were seventeen or seventy one.

"I know I'm crazy. I've always been crazy. But out of all the crazy this is the only thing that makes sense." It sounded like he had this speech planned out. Even though I know for a fact this was coming from the top of his head. "I don't know about you Y/n, but I couldn't think of any one person in the whole world who I would want to spend the rest of my life with, except you. You are the only one out there for me. So call me crazy, but I'm in love with you." Before I could respond he kissed me, like he was scared of whatever I was going to say.

I pulled away for air and looked directly in his eyes. And that's when I knew, it's him, it was always him. And for a second I saw it. I saw a life with him where I knew I'd be happy, where we'd be happy, and I never wanted something so bad.

"Yes." I was no longer smiling or laughing, I was serious. I wanted this, I really wanted this.

"What?" This is sounding an awful lot like when he said 'marry me' and I said 'what' and then he repeated him self.

"Yes, I'll marry you." I don't think I have been more certain about something in my whole life. I want to have his kids, I want to grow old with him and see our grandkids, I want to be able to write my name with the word 'Maybank' next to it. I want him, and only him.