'But She's Not For You'

'But she's not for you'

Regulus X reader

Sm songs I listened to while making it.

just kiss her concorde +running to find you minds eye + dealer Lana del ray + destroy myself just for you MONTELL fish+ apocalypse cigarettes after sex + tree house Alex g

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Regulus never thought he could be loved. His parents had engraved it into his head from the moment he was born. Even though he had been in relationships he never felt the love they had to offer. Even when he saw you for the very first time when you were 11 he was sure 'you were the girl but you weren't for him'. Now you are both 16 and his views haven't changed.

Regulus watched you hurry around the campus during his free period. He did it every Tuesday. He would sit in the courtyard, book in hand, waiting for you to hurry past as you always did at 12:34 almost every week on the dot. Your hands barely gripping onto the various, but same books, you had in your arms threating to slip. 'He was trying to make the words come out knowing he should've kissed you there', If only he could.

He looked out for you in the grand hall his emotionless face observing you. The way your face glowed when talking to people you loved. The way your eyes sparkled talking to Remus about your favourite books. As he watched he didn't notice the ocean blue eyes he was examining, focus on him.

That was the first time y/n had seen him fully, and oh lord how she wished she had seen him this way sooner, his beautiful brown eyes deepened into her gaze. He was staring at her as if she was the most beautiful woman in the world, and from his soul to hers he truly did believe it.

His years of pining seemed to come to an abrupt end, by a simple gaze held to long. Any worry’s he had faded away. He couldn't believe that it was even possibly directed at him.

And when you began walking towards him he thought he might just pass out. Even in his dreams he never got this far. As you approached now even closer his heart had already left his body and disappeared into your wholesome being.

the pogues/ESPECIALLY JJ would protect innocent!reader SO MUCH. like she could be the youngest or something and they would go back for her (for ex. when they had to leave jb in s3). anyways jj would so definitely say something like, “you’re like their little sister, but you’re MY girl.” yk

my woman ~ jj maybank x reader

Ahh yes, I totally agree, and I LOVE the innocent!reader and JJ trope>>>

summary: in the ask! not from season 3 but a close concept. :)

pairing: jj x innocent!fem!reader

warnings: slight language, reader in danger, mega fluff.

notes: lowercase intended, this was made late at night and not rlly edited srry if its bad lmao, (jj requests open still)

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you shifted around and felt the sun on your face as your eyes fluttered open. you were in the twinkie bumping along a winding road, clinging onto jj, who was sitting in his seat, like a koala. or as jay called it, "the front pack", it was like a piggyback but on his front because he always wanted to check on you and make sure you were okay.

you shifted your legs around his torso and lifted your head from the crook of his neck.

"hiya, cupcake," he whispered softly, taking one of his arms that was wrapped around you and moving it so he could brush strands of hair from out of your eyes. "good nap?"

you nodded, wiping the sleep from your eyes, and he smiled. you suddenly recalled how you had gotten here and relief washed over you.

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you were running through alleyways on the cut, you felt betrayed. where had the pogues gone? they were there with you five seconds ago and now you were running away from those bloody square groupers alone.

over by the pogues, jj was having a mental breakdown, "where did she go man?"

"damn it!" john b exclaimed."pope, i thought she was behind you when we cut down this way!

"we have to go back for her-" jj houghed.

"i don't know jay..."

"no... no. we have to." he held his hat in one hand and ran the other through his hair in distress.

"he's right, we have to." pope agreed.

"come on man, we finally lost those guys and now you want to follow em?" john b sighed.

"jb you of all people should understand, she's like a little sister to you man! she's still only 16 and this kind of stuff scares the shit out of her, i can't do that to her guys-"

"john b we're going after her," kie pleaded.

"god! we're wasting time, i'm gonna go after her, even if i have to do it by myself!" jj ran off in your last seen direction. john b gave in and followed along with the rest of the pogues, they all knew jj was right, and their group wouldn't survive without you.

as you continued to run, blood pumping through your ears, you looked for the best spot to hide behind, trying to throw them off. you slid behind a large dumpster and listened as the sets of footsteps of the two men ran past you.

you waited a moment, calming your breathing before you moved from behind the bin. you jumped as the footsteps came back in your direction, but instead of those square groupers, it was jj and the pogues.

"y/n!" j sighed in relief scooping you up into his arms. "I'm so sorry, that will never happen again-"

you just stood there too exhausted to complain, your face buried in his chest. john b brought the twinkie around the corner and you all piled in, driving off into the night.

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"you came back for me," you smiled at your boyfriend wrapping your arms around his neck, still facing him on his lap.

"of course," jj said. "you know you're like their little sister, we honestly would fall apart without you... and your my girl."

"your girl?" you giggled.

"my girl, my woman, my soulmate." he repeated smoothly pressing his forehead to yours and closing his eyes. "you sure you're okay?"

"yeah," you said, leaning into his touch, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. "perfect,"

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the one where jj loves your ass (jj x routledge!reader)

request: JJ x reader please. Summary: Can I request one where jj loves the readers ass like a cute little blurb or something when he’s always trying to touch it or smacks it. And maybe she’s john Bs sister and he goes mad when his best friend smacks his sisters ass x

a/n: you guys kill me with the jjxroutledge!reader requests. i love them. i hope you like this!

warnings: lil bit of groping and spanking (?) but not in a sexual way ig??

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“hello, pretty girl,” jj says as he enters the chateau, the sight of you sprawled out on the couch bringing a smile on his face.

today is your day off and you had been waiting for your boyfriend to come back from work so that you could spend some time together. it’s safe to say that as soon as you hear his greeting, you jump off the couch and launch yourself at him.

jj catches you and chuckles at your sudden movement as you wrap your legs around his waist and kiss him sweetly.

“hi, baby.”

“did somebody miss me?” he asked with a cocky smile on his face.

“shut up, you left me alone with john b all day. he turns into a baby when he’s sick.”

he laughs, completely agreeing with your statement.

“so,” he says patting your ass before taking it into his hands as you were still wrapped around him, “what d’you wanna do?”

you put your legs back on the ground, “how about we order some pizza and watch a movie?”

“whatever you want, as long as your cute ass stays right here with me.”

you roll your eyes playfully at him and turn around to grab your phone when his hand collides with your behind again, making you yelp.

“jj!”

“what? it was right there!” you push him and laugh at him in disbelief.

while you’re on the phone with the pizzeria, jj grabs two beers from the fridge and walks to your brother’s room. he knocks on the door a few times.

“hey, jb. we’re ordering pizza, you want some?”

“yeah. coming right out,” the blond hears from the other side of the wooden door.

when jj goes back into the living room, he throws himself on the couch and waits for you to sit next to him. he makes grabby hands at you as you hang up the phone.

you smile at him and happily walk over to the couch, relaxing next to him with your legs on his lap. he gives you the second beer he had in his hand while his other arm wraps around your shoulders. your head nuzzles safely against his chest as your lips kiss his covered collarbone. jj puts his beer on the coffee table and rests his now free hand on your behind, squeezing it as you giggle against his skin.

“mmh, i love this ass,” he mumbles and you can’t contain your chuckle.

“thought you loved me.”

“i love you, but i also love your ass,” and he punctuates his statement with another squeeze.

“can you stop groping my sister in front of me, jj? that’s disgusting!”

john b’s voice brings you out of your little bubble as you realize that he walked into the living room during your display of affection.

“can’t help it, sorry,” your boyfriend says making your brother fake gag at the two of you.

when the pizza delivery guy knocks at the front door, you get up and, as you do so, jj smacks your behind playfully again.

“are you done?” you ask sarcastically but your teasing smile tells him you’re not a little bit mad.

“never, sweetheart.”

“you know, for future reference, don’t grab your girlfriend’s ass in front of her big brother if you wish to live a long life,” john b said, disgusted at the scene in front of him.

jj looks at you as you close the door and bring the food on the coffee table.

“you want a beer, bird?” you ask your brother.

“yeah, sure. thanks.”

you walk to the fridge, feeling your boyfriend’s eyes on your back and when you slightly turn your head, you find out your suspicions are true. you wink at him and send him a smile.

“kill me whenever you want, man. so fucking worth it.”

Do you ever become mutuals with someone you share an intense interest with and it becomes this limbo of "I want to be your friend SO fucking bad but I'll eat a shoe before dm-ing first"

Remus: Babe, why are you staring at Regulus' cat?

Sirius: Are you sure that's a cat, Remus?

Remus: Uh, yeah? Sirius, what else could it be other than a cat? It has four paws, whiskers, a tail, black fur, a cat's eye-

Sirius: No like... what if it's Regulus?

Remus:

Remus: Regulus is not an animagus

Sirius: He's just trying to taunt me

Remus: *facepalms* No, Sirius. Regulus is literally shopping with James-

Sirius: Moony it's him. He's trying to compete with me I swear.

Remus: Sirius, you're going craz-

Sirius: I'll prove it. He wants to compete with me? I'm turning into Padfoot.

Remus: Oh my god, Sirius- STOP CHASING REGULUS' POOR CAT!?

Regulus and James walk in with bags of groceries

Regulus: *reaches out for his wand* WHY IS SIRIUS CHASING MY CAT?

baby maybank being held by john b and he’s like “shit jj, didn’t realize how strong your genes are”

pairing; dad!jj x fem!mom!reader

warnings; fluff, baby is a girl in this blurb, i’ll alternate occasionally b/w boy & girl for dad!blurbs, baby also has no name to keep things neutral for the reader.

authors note; had to make a blurb out of this it’s so cute, hope u enjoy, this is really short. like i mean it not the length of my usual blurbs at all so i m not expecting much lol.

“What’s wrong with this Goddamn car seat?”

JJ’s teeth are in a full on grit, trying to get this forsaken car seat out for the past ten minutes. Wriggling it every which way whilst the baby inside stuck her tongue out in a full giddy laugh at her father’s frustration— adorned in the attire JJ chose that day, mini denim overalls, with a ruffled white tee beneath as well as socks to match, nearing her three month old mark. The seatbelt is inevitably caught and despite how much he pulls, it won’t budge, with every pull the baby’s head rocks back and forth on the cushion.

You stood leaned against the car door, amused by JJ’s discontent. It’s such a task for him you swear you saw a bead of sweat coat his temple. You and the baby sharing mischievous glances, aware that you’ve let him struggle long enough.

“JJ-“ you interject, trying to weasel your way in between the door and JJ’s side. Still he proceeds to pull and maneuver it, no remembrance of your voice.

“J!”

Placing a reassuring hand to his shoulder, one that says ‘stop while you’re ahead’. His breath heaves, backing up to allow you to do what he couldn’t. This wasn’t the first time the baby met the Pogues, though JJ gets just as stressed every time, protective of his little girl— ‘dad mode’ at best.

With one swift movement you latch onto the handle of the car seat, and she’s removed from the car with ease. Crystalline eyes alike with her dad, piercing blonde tresses, with that same undeniable tight lipped grin.

“Swear that fuckin’ car seat is cursed.”

You shushed him for the roaring profanity, as if your daughter could speak already. “No, you just never learned how to do it.”

He places a hand at the small of your back whilst closing the car door and writhing the car seat from your hold, as it weighs a ton and there will be no carrying things for you— JJ insists.

Before even taking another step, his lips align with yours. Plump with an anxious need for you. It’s brief yet slow and you taste every aspect of him. “I got it, baby.” He says so against your lips— as much as he wants to stand in the front yard of the Chateau and get lost with you for a lifetime, he pulls away, mainly because it’s fucking scorching right now and his little girl can’t stand the protruding sunlight in her eyes.

There’s always a still of quietness when the Pogues all share a room with the baby in. Fully due to the fact that it’s absurd that thee JJ Maybank is a father, to a living breathing child, and a damn good one at that.

“Shit JJ, didn’t realize how strong your genes are,” John b is peering down at the small child cradled in his arms, that is the absolute spitting image of her father. Kie, Pope, Sarah, and Cleo all surrounding like the baby was an unearthly creature.

“Least you know she’s mine.”

You elbow JJ’s side at his suggestive antics. Merely to grab his baby again, swatting at them for possibly breathing too much air on her. “Now back up, you’re crowding her.”