Best Player, Best Bet.

best player, best bet.

pairings. jj maybank x fem!reader

part four of four.

about. jj pays you one last visit.

warnings. swearing

ricky rocks. finally finished 🥳🥳🥳 this is also a THIRD repost, because it wouldn’t let me edit the last one 😢

you had won the best player award. jj had stepped down and you didn’t even have to fulfill your side of the deal.

there was a part of you that felt very guilty for not showing up for him, but another part of you that knew you deserved this and it probably didn’t effect jj as largely as you originally thought. ward probably had girls lined up for him and your absence was probably no surprise after what you had saw.

“i honest to god don’t believe you’ll need this many clothes,” rafe grumbles, helping you stuff a bag full of just your shirts. you glanced over to him, laughing to yourself as you packed another bag for your pants. “i mean c’mon, y/n, after the first week you’re not even going to have enough energy to change your pants.”

“whatever rafe,” you shook your head, “i actually care for personal hygiene and looking my best, unlike you—who i could smell the beer off of when you came home for break.”

“oh, boohoo, give me a break, sweetheart. some of us actually know how to have some fun,” he mocked you, setting the bag down before grabbing another. “big surprise, it’s not you.”

you roll your eyes. maybe asking rafe to help you pack for college was a mistake, especially since it wasn’t even twenty minutes in and he was shitting on you.

“hey, y/n/n! someone’s at the door for you!”

you got to your feet at the sound of your mothers words, sharing a look with rafe before you exit your room and toward the front door, “who is it..?”

your question fades the moment jj comes into view and suddenly your mouth is a steel trap in surprisal of the sight of him. you hadn’t expected to see jj after hockey season, not after all these months, but there he was with his hands stuffed in his jean jacket and a sheepish smile that made your stomach flutter.

“long time no see, hockey puck.”

“jj,” his name comes out breathless from your mouth like you had been winded, and it’s almost like you were. “come in?”

“that a question?”

“no,” you smile crookedly, motioning him further into the house. “just come in.”

he slowly strolls to your living room where you follow behind, expecting him to take a seat, but he only stops in the door frame, turning back to face you, “how are you doing, kid?”

“i should be asking you that.”

he scoffs, almost wincing at the tone of your voice and knowing exactly what you’re referring to, “listen, i didn’t come here to make small talk.”

“sounded like you were.”

“okay,” he sighs, already regretting coming to your home, kicking himself for thinking it’d be so easy to talk to you after all this time of distance and tension just waiting to fill the space between the two of you again. “are you happy?”

“what?” you narrow your brows at the question.

“are you happy?” he repeats, “the award ceremony shit—i’m happy for you, proud of you, really.”

you feel your face burn, suddenly looking to the floor at realization of what he was saying. you felt guilty as well as flattered at his kind words falling out of his mouth without a problem. he was being genuine, but something about it still made you feel… ashamed.

“you got what you worked hard for, y/n. should be proud yourself.”

“yeah…” you still stared at the ground, “thanks jj.”

“still disappointed you didn’t show up.”

there is was.

“i wanted to, you should know i did. but i couldn’t,” your eyes move fast to meet his, feeling remorse, but he doesn’t seem sad, or disappointed, or even mad when he looks back at you. it almost looks like he understands, like he doesn’t really care that much. “i would have socked that man in the face of i had to see him again.”

he laughs dryly, slightly shaking his head, “would have loved to see that.”

“probably best it didn’t happen. wouldn’t have wanted to ruin your chances at one of the perfect little colleges he has set up for you.”

“what have i told you before, kid?” his arms slight reach out from his sides in expression. “i’m set for life, no matter how hard i fuck up.”

you shake your head, thinking about how true it was. jj was hooked up way before hockey season even ended.

“when do you leave?” you mumble.

“tomorrow, actually,” he stuffs his hands in his pockets, not satisfied with the answer he gave you either. he just wished he had more time.

shit.

it’s silent now and your whole body feels itchy with uncomfortableness. jj’s eyes are tightly focused on the ground once more, his eyebrows furrowed as if he’s frustrated and having a mental battle with himself in thought.

you watch him carefully, but you want to look away in fear of him catching you shamelessly staring. your drawn to the confusion on his face, to every emotion that crosses his features. he’s almost red in the cheek from shame but you can’t understand why.

“you know, i remember when i first met you…” he laughs a little, cutting himself off. “oh god, the guys would talk about you all the time and how crazy it was that they let a girl on a team… and then i was like ‘hey… i know that girl.’”

“you had always wore those pink barrette things,” he motions to his blonde strands, “so i was shocked to see you kicking our asses that first game.”

“and the second.”

he scoffs, nodding, “and the second.”

you hate the space between the two of you right then. you hate how antsy he is and the way he moves only seems to put more distance between you.

“point is, i’m happy for you… and even if you’re not allowed… to play in college, i’m glad you got that scholarship. you deserve it, all of it.”

oh.

after getting the award and finishing out the season and school—your doubts were getting the best of you about getting a scholarship or even playing in college. like jj had said before, scouts were misogynistic and they weren’t going to change their opinions on girls playing a boys sport. not for any, not for one.

thankfully, colorado was your saving grace—handing you a scholarship, not exactly a spot on the team—but the promise of consideration when time gets there. which everyone really knew what that meant—no.

“thank you, jj,” your eyes fall to the ground. “it’s a shame that i’ll never be able to kick your ass again though,” you shake your head in disappointment, a loud hearty laugh ringing through your ears as jj throws his head back.

“yeah, you wish, sweetheart,” he shakes his head himself at the ridiculousness in your statement. “you’re good, but not that good.”

“yeah, you want to bet, maybank?” your head tips back in a challenging manner, arching a brow.

“give me a time and place, hockey puck, i’ll be there.”

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pairings. slytherin boys x fem!reader

about. you would have thought lorenzo would win the dumbest drunk of the year, but blaise proves you wrong.

warnings. foul language

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“will you just fucking cooperate, blaise.”

“why’re you feeling me up like that, mate? i always knew you wanted to fuck me.”

“for fucks sake, perv!” draco shoves blaise off and onto the couch, his face going flush and his look of frustration turning into irritation. “no one here is trying to feel you up.”

to say draco’s patience with drunk people ran low real fast—was an understatement. especially when it came to blaise and enzo, but lucky for him, blaise was the only one shitfaced tonight.

it had to be one in the morning when you had all finally dragged blaise by his collar out of the ravenclaw party. you were surprised none of you had gotten kicked out of the party because that’s how the night always ended, but like said before, blaise was the only one drinking… which you were also surprised by.

“i’m highly surprised you would even say that to me. many women and men would love to feel me up, would even pay,” he eyes draco strangely, like he’s utterly disgusted that draco would diss him like that. “the question is, draco, would anyone want to feel you up, huh? i’m guessing no since you’re with me tonight.”

draco is so obviously done by the way he stares at blaise, it makes you smile, wandering to blaise’s side who now stands, challenging the blonde to say something else.

“whatever, i’m going to bed,” he waves him off, turning on his heel to head up the stairs. “don’t do anything stupid.”

“that’ll be a hard one,” enzo claps his hands before rubbing them together in thought, already formulating a plan on settling the night down. you were surprised by this, lorenzo was usually one to keep the night going, but by the way his sober eyes stared at blaise made you think he more than ready to end it. “let’s get you a glass, right mate?”

“glass of what?” blaise perks up at this idea, almost running to enzo’s side at the recommendation. “i prefer fire whiskey, but a little bourbon, vodka, anything really wouldn’t be minded.”

“i think he means water, sweetheart,” theodore pats his shoulders as he slumps onto one of the couches, “you’ve had more than enough fire whiskey, and everything that you don’t mind tonight.”

you were surprised theo hadn’t followed draco right up those stairs for sleep—he usually was always the first one to tap out from a night out, mostly due to his short tolerance of everyone’s drunk or tipsy state. he almost never drank, he found public intoxication embarrassing and when he did, it was rare and only with your small group.

“sweetheart?” blaise hiccuped, now uneven on his feet as he stared down at theodore. “now you boys are all over me tonight,” he hiccups again, squinting as he tumbled a bit backward while tempting to raise his arms in expression. “don’t worry, there’s enough blaise zabini to go around.”

“isn’t there always?”

“y/n, love, why don’t you get blaise a cup?”

“me,” you raised your brows, surprised to be even noticed in this moment. “oh, i couldn’t, enzo, i’m far too wasted.”

he scowled knowing you were bullshitting, because you hadn’t drank a drop that night and you really just didn’t want to move from your very comfortable spot on the couch.

“oh for fucks sake,” he rolls his eyes.

“you all left rather early,” your heads all turn to see mattheo strolling through the entrance of the common room looking rather disheveled compared to the last time you had all seen him. it made you bite down on your lip to suppress a grin as you shared a look with theodore.

mattheo was very much a drinker despite what he liked to think. although he could handle himself very well and he was far from a light weight—once he got into some fire whiskey, he was gone and always found himself in some trouble. more specifically with a girl.

“i’d say we left rather late,” theo corrected, giving him a knowing smile.

“oh.”

“mattheo, since you’re already up, will you get blaise some water?”

“sure man,” he nodded, wringing the loosely fit tie further away from his neck before looking to theodore, a ghost of a grin lining his lips. “theodore, want to come with?”

“sure.”

they were definitely gossiping. they always did after a party and it was your favorite thing because despite mattheo only ever telling theodore these things, it always made its way back to you because theodore could never keep his mouth shut around you.

you watched theo carefully as he got up and met mattheo’s side before immediately conversing.

“such girls,” enzo shook his head before slouching onto the spot next to you, his head leaning backward in exhaustion. “y’know, i hate being sober. fucking sucks.”

you laugh quietly, shaking your head, “it’s not terrible. it’s actually quite easier when you’re not wasted and threatening to throw up when any minor inconvenience happens to you.”

“shut up,” he shakes his head but still smiles. “it’s not too late to start drinking.”

“amen brother!”

“for you, it is,” enzo’s finger stabs the air at blaise’s voice that sounds randomly around the room. “you need to go to bed.”

he stays silent at that and you wonder what’s going through his mind till he speaks it; “it’s real hot in here, do you all feel it?”

“what are you going on about now,” lorenzo looks up at him, highly irritated while blaise roams around the room, an idea obviously pinned in his mind.

“it’s fucking hot. i might start stripping,” he was already taking off his shirt and there really was nothing either of you could do.

“yeah, you do that man,” enzo lays his head back down against the back of the couch. he didn’t have to worry if blaise was entertaining himself.

nights like this often played out like that; half of you that were sober would end up passing out on the common room couches as blaise and most likely lorenzo and whoever else that was wasted—entertained themselves with random trinkets they found around the room; most likely breaking something.

“awh! we’re looking for water aren’t we? well i have such a fantastic solution, why didn’t we think of this sooner?”

the tone of his voice made you frown, popping your head up slowly as you looked for blaise around the room, “what are you on about—blaise stop!”

you had never hopped to your feet so fast at the sight of blaise attempting to pry open a window before becoming successful, where immediately, water started flowing through the opened crack.

“you fucking fool, what is going through your mind?!”

you can see him fall to his ass as he giggles, watching both you and lorenzo run to shut the window. your finger tips pry against the metal lining of the window, trying to jerk it back into its place, but the pressure of water pouring into the room proved a strong resistance that made movement of the window almost impossible.

“did you forget where exactly we were, you fucker?!”

lorenzo towered over you, attempting the same, but failed just as you did till finally the window sliced through the water like a knife and moved so easily back into its place, closing the gate.

you sighed in relief, turning to slide down the wall where you now saw mattheo and theodore with their wands out with shocked expressions. awh, that’s why it had finally moved.

“dear god, blaise, are you stupid?!“

“save the insults, i just want my glass.”

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thieves in the night.

pairings. theodore nott x fem!reader

part two of n/a.

about. in which a group of boys are in search for the one thing that keeps them from their death.

warnings. foul language

ricky rocks. currently watching twin peaks lol

“you’re not making any sense, theo,” your fingers curve against his chin, lightly touching his cold skin before looking up to him, trying to seem calm, but he can hear the slight urgency of worry in your voice.

“you’ll figure it out soon,” he doesn’t look at you, his eyes fixated on the forest beyond before looking back down on you, now completely dead in emotion. “don’t worry.”

you frown and he lightly kissed the side of your head before trekking away.

don’t worry.

**

the gift you had was simple.

it lives in your mind and the dark lord wants it.

the prophecy, the one that was wrong—according to theo—states a young male who inhabits hogwarts is the doom of all their plans; the dark lords plans. they’re the replica of a spy, they know, and they watch, and they carry all knowledge of the resistance. they will be the end of all death eaters.

for months, theo and all four of his comrades have been in search of this boy as assigned by the dark lord himself—punishable by death to failure. but failure after failure, death seemed like it could be touchable.

until you.

mattheo was absolutely frustrated that theo was more than right about you. he thought he was a fool because mattheo had seen you before and you put out that you were everything but harmful.

but as time passed and he watched you more and more, it made sense. especially when you threw in your trading blood.

your grandfather had been a loyal tenant to the dark lord for a very long time—carrying out tasks and assassinations and anything required of him until he killed five other death eaters and joined the resistance. this had done a lot for the resistance, pulling them three steps ahead and closer to ending the spread of dark magic. for years lord voldemort had acquired to have him killed, but was never successful.

but here you were, right in front of mattheo, just for the taking.

**

after your last encounter theo, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. especially since it seemed like he was avoiding you. you found this strange due to each time you’d ever see theo, it’d be him coming to you. so it must have meant… he was really no longer seeking you out.

“you really make it hard to find you,” you sat down in front of him with an exasperated expression on your face. you looked winded, like you had been trekking for hours in look for him till finding him here at the pub.

he couldn’t help but smirk, his fingers reaching across the table to pull at the loose strands of hair falling from your tight pony tailed braid, “looking for me, are you?”

“yes,” you say in a duh tone, leaning away from his teasing fingers. “i haven’t seen you for awhile.”

“and what do you need to see me about, love?”

you resist the urge to roll your eyes as you stare at him, pressing your lips together in a thin line, not knowing how to even answer his question without sounding desperate or obsessive. he set you up just so you would.

you both were only starring at each other now, waiting for the other to crack; to speak first. he was practically grinning at you while you only scowled back.

“you going to answer my question?”

“maybe if you answer mine.”

“and what’s that?”

“why were you being so weird the other night?”

“i don’t know what you mean,” he raised a brow.

you were already annoyed.

“forget it,” you get to your feet, “i’ll catch you later.”

he leans back into his seat, watching you get up with a slightly frustrated expression. the moment you pass by him, he grabs your arm, pulling you right into the booth with him, “not so easy, sweetheart. why’re you in such a mood?”

“because you’re being a cunt, theodore and i don’t want to be around you while you’re acting so rude.”

he laughs, practically throwing his head back at how ridiculous you sounded, “if you think i’m being a cunt, you’re going to hate me when i’m an actual asshole.”

you scoffed, your body beginning to heat up from the sudden awareness of how close you were to theo. you were practically shoved against his chest with his arm looped around your waist while the other was beginning to inch it’s way up your shirt.

“i don’t understand you,” you wiggle against him, trying to keep your composure by putting some space between the two of you.

“i don’t understand you either.”

you resisted the urge to roll your eyes, not taking his statement serious even as there was a lot of truth in it.

“why are you so tense?”

“shut up,” you finally shoved away from him, getting to your feet. “i wanted to see you, like actually see you but i think i’m understanding the situation a bit more.”

he looked up at you from where you leaned slightly over him. he didn’t understand why you were so short in temper all of a sudden, “i wanted to see you too.”

“right,” you nodded slowly, now standing up. “i’ll see you later, theodore.”

you walked away.

“smooth one, mate,” blaise and enzo slid into the seats across from theo wasting no time, taking your place, smirking. “i don’t know why i ever doubted your skills with the ladies.”

“piss off.”

“don’t worry, theo, there’s always next time,” enzo hummed, his tone sarcastic, “except, you forget you’re on a timer.”

“don’t remind me,” he dropped his head against his hand as he thought about mattheo telling him that he needed to speed up the process and move in on you.

“the sooner we get into her head, the better.”

he couldn’t help but feel annoyed with the sudden interest they all had in you, even if you were the key to all of them living. it was the fact that at first the idea of you having the gift was absurd, but now, since they’ve seen you, it was a complete different story.

“she’s pretty.”

“yeah.”

“sure know how to pick ‘em, theodore.”

“stay away from her.”

“woah, relax, sunshine,” enzo raises his arms in defense, “you forget she’s untouchable to us.”

“yeah, whatever,” theo rolls his eyes, “doesn’t matter.”

"it seems to matter to you a lot, mate," blaise leans forward onto his arms, "more than it should." his voice was interrogating as well as taunting and theo couldn't stand it.

"you forget our lives are on the line," he says dully, making sure his emotions don't exceed his face. "and y/n, she's going to take time."

"time is one thing you don't have, theodore," enzo looks sympathetic, theo almost doesn't recognize it by how strange it looks on his face. "mattheo wants her when the moon is full... that's in two days."

"two days and we'll be in her head."

**

you were annoyed with theodore, beyond annoyed really. the worst part is the fact that you couldn't stop thinking about him... ever. everything about him was so memorizing but also so strange. his whole existence was glued to your brain.

you have only really known theo in such a short time, but yet you feel like you've known him longer... and that’s almost true with the amount of knowledge you had gained on him within the past year for the resistance.

you had been watching him, all of them, and you were aware of the possession lord voldemort had over them all. the only thing was, there was something about theodore that made this task of stalking a lot easier. you found pleasure in watching him, learning about him, but that was far from good. finding attraction to the enemy was wrong, but you just couldn't help yourself.

mirroring theodore and distancing yourself was probably best option possible to abolish these feelings.

you sat in class in thought of this as you wrote mindlessly for your paper. you had been apart of the resistance since early ages of childhood, since you could comprehend really. your family name was widely known, and very important. there was a lot expected from you purely because of your grandfather and a lot of pressure to succeed. so you couldn't slip up, especially not now when the dark lord was just beginning to rise to power once again.

your head began to hurt, more than it ever had before. the pain was almost excruciating, making it very hard to focus on your writing. you laid your head in the palm of your hand as you tried to your best to keep focus—but you found it strange. yes, when you thought about you-know-who, you usually felt woozy, and a little sick to your stomach, but never had you felt this level of discomfort.

you grabbed you back of your neck, digging your fingernails into your skin in a way to distract yourself from the increasing pain of your headache—but it doesn't help. you feel your whole body go flush in heat before there's a high tension that overcomes you, a different type of strain that made you suddenly so restless, so uncomfortable to the point you couldn't sit still.

it felt as if someone was watching you.

“i know who you are.”

you disregarded your writing now, feeling completely frozen in your position, not moving as the echoing of those words caused your whole chest to feel a stress of pain. you looked around, looking for eyes to meet yours, but everyone was focused on their paper. maybe you were losing it, but you just couldn't shake off this feeling.

you shifted, now craning your neck to meet exactly what you were looking for; eyes waiting for yours and it was him.

the boy you saw in your nightmares.

mattheo. his stare was heinous and unforgiving as he showed no sign of letting up with his fixated gaze. it made your skin crawl and stomach fold up into itself with a sour taste paving its way up into your throat.

you looked away and prayed he'd do the same because he carried the devil in his eyes.

i know who you are.

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