JJ Maybank X Y/N Imagines

🤍 jealousy 🤍

it was 7pm on a saturday night, you were planning on heading over to the chateau for your weekly movie night.

Every saturday night, you and your best friend, jj maybank do a traditional movie night. you always find yourself looking forward for these, mostly because you have really strong feelings for jj.

you both have been doing these traditional movie nights since you were little, to get away from family issues.

you and jj are the closest out of the friend group, everyone expects you two to end up together. you hope.

you and him just have the most in common, and known each other longer than anyone in the group.

anyway, you and jj always go all out for these movie nights, it means alot to you both.

you usually get the snacks, while jj gets the matching pajamas.

you even made a schedule, telling you what movie you'd be watching the following saturday.

tonights a minion marathon.

so you then gathered all your belongings, and headed to the chateau.

***

you quickly got to the chateau, mostly because its a five minute drive.

you swiftly got out of your car with your mini backpack filled with snacks, eager to start the night.

as your walking up the chateau, you pause your tracks, due to hearing giggling coming from the chateau.

i thought everyone knew to clear the house on saturdays?

curious as to what the noise is, you open the door and to your suprise...there sits Kiara and JJ, cuddled up on the couch.

you cant help but tense up at how close they are. no, technically you dont have a right to be jealous but you just are.

"guys?" you manage to croak out, immediately earning attention of the two on the couch.

"oh hey y/n!" jj exclaims as he looks back at the screen, the minions.

their having a movie night?

you suddenly notice, kiara, in your set of matching pajamas whilst jj is in his.

"i hope you dont mind im joining." kiara says making eye contact, while you avoid it trying hard not to sob.

yes, this is not a big deal to be sobbing over. but for one: you are the most sensitive human being to ever exsist. two: these movie nights mean alot to you, and to see jj share that with someone else physically hurts.

"you can join in you want" jj says, eyes still glued on the tv.

"oh um, okay." you stutter.

"i brought snacks." you manage to say, awkwardly.

"oh great!" kie says holding up her arms to catch the bag.

you harshly throw the bag, aiming for her head, but of course you cant do that so you aim lower at the last second.

"thanks" she says as she opens the bag and starts to open most of the snacks feeding one to jj, as he returns the gesture.

you notice their both hogging the entire couch so you make a little seat on the floor, obviously uncomfortable.

***

a few hours, a few giggles, and a few waves of hatred, the movies finally finished and kie ended up going home, still in your pjs.

"that was fun" jj says as he takes the empty bowl that once held popcorn and brought it over to the sink.

"mhm." you hum, also walking into the kitchen, holding 2 mugs of hot cocoa from kie and jj, because there 'wasn't enough chocolate'

"you good? you've been quiet." he says, looking over to you as you just look away.

"never better" you mumble, taking a joint you found on the counter and walking out to the porch.

jj almost immediately follows after you, curious as to why your being moody.

"whats your problem." he says, taking the joint out of your hands and putting it between his own lips.

after what felt like 20 years of silence, you finally decided to break it.

"do you like her?" you ask, not even thinking about what you just said.

"wha- who?" he replies, furrowing his eyebrows.

you sit down on the couch behind you, making him follow your actions and sit down next to you, handing you the joint.

"kie, do you like her." you ask again, making his face drop.

"what, no what makes you think that?" he asks confused because hes been in love with you since grade school.

"i dont know, just the fact how i walk in to you having a movie night with kie, wearing matching pjs, hogging the couch, giggling, cuddling. just the obvious" you confess, making his face turn as red as a tomato.

"y/n i do-"

"i love you! dammit. i understand if you love her, but i love you dude. and i always ha-" you confess, but soon get cut off by, soft, lucious, pair of lips, crashing onto yours.

you both pull away, and rest both your foreheads on one anothers.

"y/n, i love you. not kiara. you." he says and you peck his lips one last time.

"i love you j."