#jj maybank brain rot

[moremaybank]

reader and jj calling each other out about your kinks as a joke and he tells reader he has a breeding link and wants her to have all his babies

breeding kink!jj is acc my weakness

"Your praise kink is outta hand, baby. All I have to do is say good girl and you're instantly wet," JJ laughs, poking your cheek.

You're currently lying down on your couch, both of you on your sides and facing each other. You have a fire going, the quiet crackling filling the air and the warm-toned glow casting over the living room.

Somehow, you'd gotten into the conversation of discussing your kinks. Honestly, it was just the two of you poking fun.

"Oh, please. You're the one who's always begging to fuck me in public. The back of Heyward's, the washroom at The Wreck, the hammock at the chateau..." you list. "You couldn't keep it in your pants if your life depended on it. Needy boy."

"You like how needy I am," he states, rolling his eyes.

You shrug, a teasing grin gracing your features. "Maybe I do."

"You wanna know another kink of mine?"

"Sure. Hit me."

He can't help himself. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Focus, Maybank."

JJ switches your positions, climbing on top of you and caging you in with your back against the couch. He drops some kisses onto your collarbone, and then up to your ear. "I have a massive breeding kink, baby. If I ever fuck you raw, I don't think I'll be able to pull out."

Your heart pounds in your chest, and you can't ignore the fluttering in your core. "Is that so?"

"Mhm. I wouldn't stop filling you up until I was sure that you were carrying my baby in there."

And you're swooning. "Tell me again, J."

He starts pulling at the hem of your pants. "I wanna give you a baby. 'M gonna give you all my damn babies."

concepts

[jojameswinter]

It’s the implication of kie telling JJ “don’t ever do that again” after the bike crash. She sees right through him. He made sure she was safe before leading the danger away from all the pogues and sacrificing himself because that’s how he sees it. That’s how he thinks it’s meant to go down. And she’s like, don’t ever think that’s the answer again. Don’t throw yourself away like that after “dropping me off” out of harms way. We’re in this together and you’re not disposable. She was wrecked even thinking for a second that something really bad has happened to him. And he saw it with his own eyes. The emotion in that scene from Madison is great and Rudy’s facial expressions are amazing

ANON WHAT IN THE WORLD??!!!JOFQ#HWHEOFH HELP

This scene is SO important!!! Hugs and kisses aside, the deep love and affection in this scene is mind-blowing. And LOYALTY - JJ thinks what he's doing is loyalty, but Kiara's so loyal to him that she's like, hey, you're not going ANYWHERE without me, idc what's on the line. I'm also thinking about the fact that they just spent all that time on Poguelandia together where they were relatively free form harm's way for the first time in a while and the second they're back in the Banks, JJ's back to his self-sacrificing self and the dream just gets further and further away and she'd holding on and he's letting go and what if he can only be happy with her when they're away from everything fhwoiefhowehf HELP I FEEL CRAZY!!!!!

And the fact that it actually registers with JJ - the EXPRESSIONS, YOU ARE SO RIGHT - is insane!!! He's been at this for so long, and everyone lets him, but Kie isn't! She loves him! And what the fuck is he gonna do with that fact!!!!!

Thanks for dropping in and being insane with me, anon!!!! ❤️

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

jj and the way he is constantly bobbing and turning his head towards the loudest sound and playing with whatever he can get his hands on and chewing on his lip til the cut reopens and twisting his necklace around and draping himself over his friends and grabbing and pushing and constantly seeking seeking seeking and-

[thencomethecherryblossoms]

haven’t watched outer banks since season 1 but just seen jj and kiara finally got together and now I’m very tempted to rewatch it all again :)

[areesvt]

may bless y’ll with a vampire!JJ JJPOPE fic in the near future ;)

[maybankcore]

toxic jj maybank . 𓇢𓆸

context : some toxic!jj concepts i have. idk why but i’m such a whore for toxic jj 🥰.

tws : emotional abuse, a lil bit of angst ig, implications to sex,

imo toxic jj isn’t toxic in the way rafe is toxic – he wouldn’t control what you wear, or where you are or any of that rafe bs. his type of toxic would be completely different.

communication? huh, jj has never heard of it. unless it’s the sounds of your moans during makeup sex. yes, jj maybank would hate communicating with you or frankly anybody after an argument. ignoring the problem till it slowly recovers itself or fucking your brains out are the only 2 options. n’ when he really fucked up nd said some nasty shit to you, he’ll give you the more tooth rotting aftercare.

speaking of him ‘fucking up’, jj would SO lash out easily. even if it’s not you who’s the problem, he’ll fixate on anything small you did and act like that is what pissed him off, and worst of all, he won’t even tell you the reason. imagine your lip quivering and eyes glassy, whilst jj is in-front of you, nose to nose, and him just yelling. “y’know your just such a fuckin’ attention seeker, must’ve gotten that from your precious mommy, huh?”. damn- the way he’d dig into your family issues esp if u hv daddy or mommy issues, and jj would compare you to all the people you spent your whole life trying not to be. ughghghgh the pain ☹️!

i can only imagine the guilt he’d feel when he realized how bad he lashed out, knowing he was trying to work on it. seeing tears steaming down your face, sobs wracking your body as you hug yourself is probably the most gut wrenching, chest tightening, heart breaking feeling for him. and after all, he is his fathers son.

“fuck.. fuck-“ he wrapped his arms around you and started tearing up himself. “m’ so sorry baby. i swear, no, i promise i didn’t mean to do that shit again. baby please i’m sorry don’t cry.” as he frantically started kissing your head trying to get you to respond, yet alone glance at him.

the more you cry, the worse he feels. jj grabs your jaw softly, making you look up a him. your puffy eyes and red nose on display, making your hurt more displayable. “y/n baby, you forgive me right?.. y-y’know i didn’t mean it?” and when you try and turn your head away again he tightens his grip on you. “say you forgive me. please.”

those puppy eyes, down-turned lips and sorrow look on his face always does it for you. the way he brushes your hair out of your face and scans your own eyes for any sign of lenience.

“i forgive you.”

and those three words are what ALWAYSSS make you fall right back into his little trap. days after this it’s always constant affection towards you, movie nights, passionate sex, kisses showering you, and stealing you a new pair of sunglasses.

[flonkertn]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : jj maybank x kook!reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : implied abuse, mention of luke, jj is hospitalised, i think theres swearing?, a tiny bit angsty

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 2.4k

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : when her dad leaves for the mainland, y/n basks in the freedom of her house and leads her relationship with JJ. but her freedom is too good to be true when JJ is beaten half to death and hospitalised.

𝐚/𝐧 : based on this request, tysm!! i loved writing it sm it was so fun and i rlly wanna write more about a kook!reader with JJ

The insistent buzzing kept you from your sleep in such an agonising manner and seemed to be causing it’s own earthquake on the nighstand that sits next to you. You figured it was just a wrong number, a scam or maybe even a drunken friend who dialled your number by mistake for the third time this week, but by the sounds of it, the ringing didn’t seem to be coming to a halt, and you were so desperate to silence it.

Sigh after sigh escaped from your lips as you began to sat up, the duvet drifting away from it’s place on your body and resting on top of your calfs. You scoffed whilst your arm made it’s way over to the source of sound, as though the phone would notice your tone and shut itself up to save your mood, but when the light of Kiara’s contact filled your eyes, your breathing almost stopped.

“Kie? What’s wrong? You never call this late.”

How late it really was you weren’t sure, but if you were in bed, it was already late enough to rouse suspicion as to why she needed to talk so urgently, opting for repeated phone calls instead of a regular text message.

“It’s JJ.” Her voice sounded hoarse and breathless, tears becoming apparent when she spoke as she almost whispered down the phone, tone laced with worry and fear.

The past year with JJ had been stressful, to say the least. You knew your father already disapproved of your relationship with the Pogues, his obsession with the island’s hierarchy controlling your every move, but once he heard that Sarah and Kiara were spending their time with you, he seemed to ease up;his mind set at rest with the knowledge that at least half-Kooks where apart of the group.

But when word got round that you were dating one, he lost his mind. He couldn’t even comprehend that his precious Kook daughter, royalty of Outer Banks, could ever love a piece of shit like JJ, as he so lovingly puts it. And yet, you could.

You loved JJ more than you ever imagined was possible, it was more than what love is made out to be in fairytales and cheesy rom-coms, it was so much more than that, it was life-consuming and brain-rotting and had you melting whenever he simply peeked his way into your eye-line, and nothing was going to get in the way of that, not even your family. You convinced your dad that the relationship was fiction, that his country club friends were victims to the gossip that was spread through brunches and golf sessions and fuelled by bottomless mimosas and scotch.

Thankfully, he bought it, after a week of you, along with Sarah and Kiara, partaking in said brunches and adorning yourself with diamonds and stepping up to the royal pedestal your dad had built for you. A perfect ruse for a stupid man.

Since then, you’d kiss your father goodbye each afternoon and spend countless nights with JJ, hours dedicated to taking pictures of you and Sarah in multiple different outfits one evening just incase your dad requested evidence of your whereabouts.

And when your father informed you that he was spending the next month and a half on the mainland for business, leaving you with an open house and an open schedule, you exploited the opportunity as much as humanly possible, maybe even pushing into the extraterrestrial shit, inviting JJ over every single night he could spare and roaming the island in peaceful bliss without the beady eyes of your father’s vultures watching your every move and reporting back. Having him sleep in your bed and use your shower and cook (burn food) in your kitchen, living like a married couple, how it was supposed to be.

“What happened?” You practically screamed down the phone, throwing the duvet from your bed and planting your feet firmly on the floor, reaching for your shorts as you secured the phone between your cheek and shoulder, ready to move at her beck and call.

“He’s in the hospital. I’m not sure what happened, Y/N/N, but he’s out cold. He needs you.” That statement alone had your body shaking, the pain in Kiara’s voice making the severity of the situation abundantly clear and shooting spurs of adrenaline up and down your spine as you moved to collect the necessities, sprinting out the door within mere seconds.

The drive there was silent, obviously you couldn’t talk to yourself, but your usual booming music had been exchanged for your raging heartbeat, which echoed within your ears and making your entire body vibrate, you could’ve sworn the car was shaking from it as well but maybe that’s just the nerves.

You were sure you’d broken the speed limit, and you were sure you hadn’t parked the car properly, not sparing it a glance and assuming it would simply roll out of the car park with a wide open door on the driver’s side, but none of that mattered, especially when Kiara’s words continued to resonate in your tightened chest, replaying in your mind like a chorus while your feet matched the rhythmic thumping of your head and provided an unhealthy percussion.

“What room is he in?” The nurse at the front desk just stared blankly back at you, watching as you shook your head and sighed, hands clenching and grasping at nothing on top of the cold marble of the countertop, which clawed at your previously warm fingertips and sucked the heat from them.

“Sorry, what room is JJ Maybank in?” Your eyes were apologetic as you withdrew slightly from the nurse, her slow nod as she scanned her computer and pressed the keys ever so gently, filling you with hope and easing the pace of your breathing, a pace which was sure to kill you if you didn’t see JJ soon.

“Room 403, the elevator is down the hall.”

You bolted through the room, shouting many thank yous to the nurse as you repeatedly pressed the elevator button, mimicking the earlier buzzing of your phone which picked up again in your pocket. Kiara again.

“What’s happened? I’m coming up now.” You informed her, voice frantic and panicked, not letting her squeeze a word in before you, fingers picking up the pace as the doors refused to open, blatantly ignoring your mutters and curses at them.

“He’s fine, don’t worry. It just looks like he’s starting to wake up and I wondered where you were.” Kie’s tone was calmer now, tears dried and legs crossed in a plushy armchair that sat close to JJ’s body, her hand gripping his.

“I’ll be there in a minute, I just need these goddamn doors to open!” An involuntary shout left your lips, drawing unwanted attention to you and your outburst, which came at an unfortunate time as the doors chose to open just as you caused a scene.

Sighing and rolling your eyes, you stepped into the lift and muttered something to Kiara, pushing the number ‘4’ in the lift before hanging up, tapping your foot on the floor impatiently, as if the elevator would notice and speed up.

Eventually, you found yourself in room 403, edging closer to JJ and reaching out for him, closing the distance between the two of you and plopping down next to his body, scanning his face and peering through the tears that began to form along your waterline, waiting for his own eyes to lift open.

“His heart stopped on the way here.”

John B’s flat tone pulled your gaze away from the blonde boy, his body resting against the back wall with his head turned to face the window, watching the world go by and trying to ignore the pain his closest friend was in, wishing it all away in his mind.

“Fucking Luke.” Spit fell from his mouth the same time as the anger fell from him, watching as Sarah moved closer to his frame and cupping his face with her warm palm.

Your fingers rubbed against JJ’s knuckles, tracing the cuts and scars that sit on his hands, twitching slightly under your touch.

You don’t even notice Kie coming up behind you and giving you a quick hug, moving to rub circles into your back whilst her other hand twirled strands of your hair between her fingers.

“His heart did stop in the ambulance, but only for a second, and he’s okay now. I promise you he’ll be fine, the nurse assured so.” Her voice was barely a whisper, careful not to agitate John B further, leaning in a little to amplify the comfort she was providing you with.

“You said he was waking up.” Your breathing slowed but your tone was still panicked, eyes flickering between JJ’s closed lids as you let out a shaky breath, leaning back into Kiara’s touch.

“It looked like he was, but he didn’t manage to.”

And then the room fell silent, the only noise present being the rustling of the wrinkled, polyester bed sheets whenever you adjusted your position and the slowed, heaving breath of each body in the room. Each respected couple cornered off, one comforting the other desperately;John B’s head pressed into the crook of Sarah’s neck as she fiddled with the loose strands of hair that sit on his nape, Cleo’s hands working to ease the pain in Pope’s chest, their legs tangled together on the arm chair, sat facing one another, a soft smile playing on Cleo’s lips as she tried to reassure him, and Kiara stood behind your figure, massaging your shoulders and neck in order to relieve the pressure you felt and allow you to breathe easier.

But one by one they all left, Kie pressing a soft kiss to your temple and pulling the chair over to you as she picked her bag up off the floor, making you promise that you’d sleep before trudging out the door, reluctant to leave you alone but not wanting to anger her parents anymore that she already had.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been sat there, clinging onto JJ’s hand for dear life as you whispered to him, convinced that he could hear you as you begged him to wake up, wishing he would just open his eyes and fight.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

Dappled sunlight peeked through the gaps in the closed blinds and pressed onto your skin, tugging at your eyelids as it pulled you from your sleep.

Your pupils dilated when you finally opened your eyes, not even because of the light exposure, because of JJ’s eyes staring back at you, a smirk tugging on the corners of his lips as his hand rested against your waist.

You’d ended up falling asleep next to him, after asking the nurse it was alright to lie in the same bed, you drew the blinds and placed your body next to JJ;head pressed into his chest and your legs coming up to rest gently on his hips.

“JJ!” You pressed your lips against his and cupped his face with your hands, finally gaining the warmth of his face on yours that you so desperately needed to calm you down.

That was until he started tapping your back and whining into your mouth, causing you to pull back and apologise, becoming abundantly clear that the action was hurting him.

Nonetheless, you moved to play with his hair, brushing it away from his forehead and fiddling with the strands that covered his eyes.

And you stayed like that for hours, looking at each other as you both explained your perspectives of the previous night, both of your fingers glued to the other’s body, his fingers coming up to gently scratch against your scalp.

In fact, you stayed like that for two weeks, insisting that you feed JJ and care for him as much as he lets you, often pushing over his boundaries, not caring if it makes him feel inferior and weak, he is weak, as you kept telling him.

The only time you leave his side is to pick up clothes and toiletries and any other necessities for the both of you, giving yourself a half-hour time limit and forcing a nurse to stay in the room just because you aren’t there. But besides that, you stay by his side relentlessly, only ever standing to stretch your legs by process of pacing at the end of his bed, or to use the bathroom, or to fetch him food. You left him more than you anticipated to but if you walked out of the room for more than two minutes you called him, speaking to him through the phone so he wasn’t without company.

You eventually felt as though he was sick of you, getting tired of your constant coddling and need to be within his line of vision.

JJ, however, couldn’t get enough of you, basking in the care that you show him and sometimes even playing up his pain just so you’ll kiss him more. He loved you more than words could describe, and each time you smiled, beamed up at him from the book you had buried your nose in or from your place on his chest, he felt his heart-rate pick up and push against his chest, calling to rip open his body and hug you itself.

“You aren’t sick of me are you? ‘Cause I can leave if you want and give you some space, ju-“ He pushed a wide palm against your mouth and leant in, replacing a hand with his lips in a quick kiss.

“I could never get sick of you princess, and I don’t want you to leave. Stay with me forever.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his words, your entire face turning bright red as you scrunched the bridge of your nose and kissed him, not bothering to care wether or not you were hurting him.

“Even if I’m begging you to leave because you’re just sooo annoying and clingy.” He mumbled against your mouth, whining out when you slapped his chest.

“Ow! That hurts and you know it.” His eyebrows were raised and his tongue pushed against his teeth to prevent the smile that was urgently pulling at his lips from showing.

“I don’t care.”

Your face contradicted your words however, smiling so widely that your cheeks ached and your eyes glistening at him. Filled with love.

Not fairytale love or cheesy rom-com love, but real, pure love. The kind that consumes your life and rots your brain and melts you whenever that one blonde boy makes his way into your eye-line.

The kind of love that stays with you forever.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 : @runningfrom2am

[j2h5b5]

Testing the Limits

Summary: JJ Maybank’s little sister is doing some experimenting.

***

Oh. Oh shit.

That was Milly Maybank’s first thought upon waking.

And it wasn’t just because her head felt like a balloon filled with blood, stretched fit to burst and throbbing along with the beat of her heart.

Or because her mouth seemed to be filled with cotton, and tasted like something had rotted inside there.

Or because her stomach was roiling like the HMS Pogue in a high wind and she was pretty sure she was about to vomit all over these clean white sheets.

These clean white sheets on her hospital bed.

Yep, that’s why she woke up mentally cussing.

Because she didn’t have much memory of last night, but what flashed through her mind wasn’t good at all, and whatever had happened to land her here had to have been literally catastrophic. They couldn’t fucking afford a hospital.

There was a needle in her arm with a clear tube leading up to a bag on a pole like you see on TV, and a beeping monitor that was presumably alerting everyone in the room to the fact that she was alive?

Everyone. That would be … Without moving her head (both because to do so would risk popping the balloon that was keeping her liquefied brain in place and also because she was afraid to draw attention), Milly took mental stock. Pope, Kiara, Sarah, John B. And, of course, JJ.

Her brother was perched in a very uncomfortable-looking plastic chair at her bedside, his blond head resting on his arms, which were resting on the edge of the mattress. His eyes were closed and she bit her lip as a flashback of the night before fluttered vaguely at the back of her mind.

What did you take? Milly, answer me, what did you take?

JJ, she’s not hearing you, she needs a hospital.

I know, FUCK, I KNOW, let’s go. Move, just fucking move, I’ve got her. Come here, baby sister. Come on, Jay’s got you.

The world tilting on its axis as strong arms lifted her like she weighed nothing at all.

A bumpy ride, tires spinning gravel and mud, panicked fussing and bickering that made no sense, then bright lights, violent and harsh.

Then nothing.

Then this.

That was it for the details of the AFTER. From the BEFORE, she remembered more than she wanted to. The fight with her brother, hurling sharp words at all his soft spots. Blind anger making her cruel. Running off into the night. Running toward the very thing JJ was trying to keep her from in the first place. Triumphant at winning the battle.

She’d stayed gone for two days. Ignoring texts and calls from all of them and successfully staying off the radar until she got too brave and went to grab a late lunch at The Wreck. Sitting at a deck table off in the far corner with her back to the late-afternoon stragglers. She had almost finished wolfing down her burger when an open palm smacked the back of her head hard and a much-loved voice with an icy sharp edge commanded: “Hey brat. Call your damn brother.”

Looking up at Kie, Milly saw the older girl’s annoyance and responded with an admittedly childish “No.”

“He’s worried about you.”

“He’s a dick.”

“Yeah? He’s JJ. That’s not the point. You owe him better than this.”

And Milly knew she was right, which was why she doubled down. “I don’t want to talk to him yet. I’ll call him when I’m ready, and when he’s done treating me like a stupid kid.”

“Stop acting like one.”

Milly pushed her chair back and stood up from the table, making to leave. Kiara set down the tray she was carrying and reached for Milly. “Wait, wait. Where are you staying? At least tell me that. Are you being careful?”

Dodging Kie’s grasping hand, Milly shot her a look of honest apology—really, this whole thing had gotten out of hand but she didn’t know how to fix it now. “I’m fine. Tell him I’m fine.”

And she left fast, because Kiara was a good runner and Milly wasn’t positive she wouldn’t be chased all the way back to where her new friends were waiting.

And now.

When she finally tore her eyes away from the head of floppy blond hair next to her, she realized the others—all of them—were watching her.

Time to face the music.

***

TBC?

[drabbles-mc]

Feeling Brave

JJ Maybank x F!Reader

Inspired by Day 27 of the August Prompts: surfboard

Warnings: language, smoking/drinking

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: The JJ Maybank Brain Rot continues. Hope y’all enjoy some pining!

Outer Banks Taglist: @garbinge​​ (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)

“Ah,” you winced, fingers wrapping tighter around the pillow that was resting beneath your chin as you laid on your stomach on the couch, “You sure you’re doing this right?”

JJ looked over at you, and even though you couldn’t see him, you could easily picture the face that he was making just from the fact that all of his movements ceased, “Were you under the impression that this was going to feel good?”

You chuckled, propping yourself up enough so that you could turn around and see him, focus still etched into his features as your legs laid draped across his lap, “No, but I am starting to wonder if you know what you’re doing like you said you did. You sure you’ve done this before?” you cocked an eyebrow.

He rolled his eyes, trying his hardest not to take the bait, “You know better than anyone that I have.”

You chuckled, trying your hardest to make sure that your leg didn’t twitch, “Yea, because I had to clean up the mess afterwards.”

“There wasn’t a mess,” he huffed as he readjusted your legs, “Now hold still—I’m almost done.”

You sighed dramatically as your chin fell back onto the pillow. You let your eyes shut, not having much else to do since it wasn’t like you could look at him and talk to him. You felt so restless and you hadn’t even been lying still for that long.

JJ was working overtime trying to make sure that he focused just on the task at hand. You’d been after him for weeks about giving you a tattoo—after all, he’d given himself plenty. You also knew that he’d given John B at least one before because you stopped by the chateau one day and saw them in the middle of it. They both probably weren’t sober enough to be making decisions like that, but it was too late to stop them so you simply just encouraged them.

He still hesitated when you’d asked him, though. It wasn’t like you were asking for anything crazy—just a little surfboard and wave along the bottom of your calf. You knew that it wasn’t like JJ had an actual tattoo machine, or that he was anywhere close to being a legitimate tattoo artist, but this you felt like you could trust him with. Problem was, he didn’t exactly trust himself. Not that he wanted to tell you that. After a good amount of pestering and puppy-dog eyes, though, he caved. And now here you were, sprawled across his lap as he tried to meticulously create what you wanted while also not getting distracted by the fact that you were, in fact, sprawled across his lap.

Every now and then his hand would grip your leg a little tighter as he moved you, or tried to get you to keep still, and it always made you tense up just the slightest bit. You wondered if he noticed, and if he did notice, you wonder if he just thought it was because of the current situation, not actually just because of the fact that he was touching you.

Lucky for you, he didn’t have too much time to think about your reactions to him touching you, because he was too busy worrying about his reactions to him touching you. The two of you had always been close, comfortable. It wasn’t like you never hugged or found yourselves in the same hammock or sandwiched together at bonfires. But this was different. He knew that. Part of him wanted to get it over with so he didn’t have to be overthinking anymore, but the other part of him wanted to drag this out for as long as possible.

Clearing his throat, he carefully wiped at the space along the bottom of your calf muscle, “Alright. Damage is done.”

You chuckled as you propped yourself up again, bending your leg in an attempt to check out his work, “I wanna see.”

He chuckled, gently wrapping his hand around your leg and pulling it back down again as his other hand reached into his pocket for his phone, “I’ll take a picture for you. Hold still.”

“Now that you’re not jamming a needle into me anymore, that should be easy.”

He laughed as he opened the camera, “What did you think I was gonna to do give you the tattoo? Draw it on there with a sharpie?”

“Is that an option?”

“No,” he said with a laugh as his hands rested against the backs of your calves.

You waited for a moment, both of you just silently looking at each other, “JJ?”

His eyes widened slightly, heart beating a little faster, “Yea?”

You paused, laughing softly, “Can I see the picture?”

“Oh,” he tried to play off his nerves, the blush in his cheeks undoing any attempt to seem cool, “yea. Right. Sorry,” he grabbed his phone.

You pulled your legs off of him, swinging them so that they were off the edge of the couch and you could sit up and scoot closer to him. You situated yourself right next to him, leaning so that you could rest your chin on his shoulder as he went to the photo. JJ felt the warmth soaking from your body into his and he tried not to think about it too much and get distracted from the very simple task of going into his phone’s picture gallery.

He tilted the phone in your direction when he got to the photo, and your face instantly lit up, “It looks so good!” you wrapped your arms around him, pinning his arms to his sides as you hugged him, “Thank you!”

He chuckled, letting his phone drop to his lap before moving his arms as best he could so that he could rest his hands on your forearms that were crossed over the front of him, “No problem.”

“When do I get to give you one?” you joked.

“Oh!” he laughed, “Never.”

You loosened your hold on him, still keeping yourself draped over his shoulders, “Not feeling brave enough for that?”

He smirked at you, trying to bite back another laugh, “I don’t think that brave is the right word.”

“Sounds like something someone who isn’t feeling brave would say.”

He chuckled, shaking his head, “I was brave enough to tattoo you, wasn’t I? Even though you kicked me in the chest.”

“I did not kick you. I twitched because you were stabbing directly into a nerve in my leg. Don’t be dramatic,” you laughed.

He playfully shrugged you off of him, laughing as he said, “I don’t need to sit here and take this.”

He stood up off the couch and was about to start walking away when you reached out and grabbed his hand. Before he even had the chance to turn around or try and say something in protest, you pulled him back down onto the couch with you, causing you both to tumble backwards.

You were laughing, trying to catch your breath when you realized the position you were in, how close to him you were. He was hovering over you as you laid on your back on the couch, close enough so that you could feel his breath against your skin as he tried to get his laughter and breathing under control as well. You could see it on his face the moment that he realized it too, how close he was to you. You felt the way his body tensed up for a moment as he tried to figure out his next move. His eyes flickered down to your lips for half of a second but you still clocked it, and you still held your breath in hopes that maybe he was actually going to make the first move.

But then he didn’t.

Clearing his throat, trying to ignore how his face felt like it was on fire, he carefully got up off the couch. Completely changing the subject, he pushed his hair back out of his face and said, “You hanging out for the fire later?”

Your heart sank, but you tried not to let it show on your face as you nodded, “Yea, I’ll be around.”

He smiled, but he couldn’t hide that he was just as disappointed in himself as you were, “Cool.”

The rest of the afternoon passed without incident. The rest of the crew came rolling into the chateau, talking about whatever they’d gotten up to that day. You didn’t mention JJ giving you the tattoo, and neither did he. You didn’t know why you kept it to yourself, but you did. Whatever feelings or tension existed between you and JJ before, now felt like it was multiplied ten-fold.

The fire was crackling, giving off the only light in the yard besides the dim string of lights that were somehow still functioning despite what they’d been through over the last few months. Everyone was sitting around the fire while you laid in the hammock, listening and laughing as Pope and John B bantered back and forth.

Your mind was wandering back to what had happened earlier in the day. It must’ve been more visible on your face than you thought because Kiara reached into the hammock and gave you a playful shove. When you snapped back to the conversation at hand, she held her joint out to you.

With nothing but an embarrassed smile and a nod, you took it from her, bringing it to your lips and inhaling deeply. After a few moments, you slowly exhaled a stream of smoke. You were about to bring it back for another hit when JJ reached over from the other side of the hammock and snatched it out of your hand.

“Mine,” he laughed as he set it between his lips. He saw the look on your face and held one of the two cans of beer out to you, “Trade?”

You rolled your eyes, taking the can, “Fine.”

Before you even knew what was happening, JJ hopped into the hammock with ease, laying on the opposite end so that your legs tangled in the middle. You laughed as he somehow managed to do all of this without dropping the joint or spilling his beer. But, if someone was going to be capable of that, it was JJ. For the first time all night the two of you really looked at each other, and it was silent between you for a moment before you both burst out laughing. He took another hit off the joint before passing it off to Kiara, who was looking back and forth between the two of you curiously but didn’t say anything.

Even though the two of you weren’t saying anything to each other, neither of you were paying attention to the conversation that was going on next to you either. You bit lightly at your bottom lip as you watched JJ at the other end of the hammock, the way that the light and shadows cast from the fire danced across his face and the smirk he was wearing. You raised your eyebrows, silently asking him what the look was for, and he simply just shook his head at you.

You rolled your eyes, taking a sip from the can in your hand. You were caught off-guard when you felt JJ’s fingers wrap gently around your ankle. He carefully shifted your legs so that one was bent slightly at the knee. You wondered why he was doing it, but then you felt the pad of his thumb softly running over where your new tattoo was, a satisfied smile on his face as his fingertips grazed over the slightly-raised skin. You let out a soft laugh as you reached, letting your hand rest on his shin, your own fingers tracing along his leg too, both of you wondering when the other was going to be brave enough to do something about all of it.

[maybanksslut]

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 || 𝐣.𝐦

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

word count: 0.7k

summary: you're on your period, and it hurts like hell. luckily, jj is there to save you.

warnings: periods and tooth rotting fluff. that's it. literally as sweet as it can get.

a/n: dedicated to my bestie @cherryobx idek if you're still on your period, but I hope you like this one babe <3 special ty to @drewstarkeysbitchh for proofreading

“Babe? You comin’? We’re ready to go.” You heard JJ’s loud voice that absolutely did not help your intense headache that seemed to shatter your brain from the inside, before a head full of blond hair turned up in the doorway. “What are you still doing on the couch? The boat’s waiting for us.”

“I’m not going,” You sighed, rubbing circles on your temple to ease the pain.

“What do you mean, you’re not going?”

Your boyfriend’s tone was unusually soft as he slowly walked over to you, a worried expression vibrant on his features. His steps on the hardware floor echoed in your head mercilessly, ten times louder than they usually would’ve been. Standing over you, JJ brought his hand to gently cup your face, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. “What’s wrong, princess?”

You sighed, tired of the sharp pain in your lower stomach that appeared and vanished every five minutes, driving you crazy. It didn’t exactly help that you were extremely stressed, for you’d promised your boyfriend and his friends to help them look for the lost gold today, which caused a strong ache to appear in your head. You were pretty sure all your nerves were on fire.

“Nothing. Just that I’m bleeding and every single cell in my body is in agony.” You laughed bitterly, before curling up in pain as a reaction to the sudden sting you felt in your abdomen. JJ’s half confused, half terrified face looked quite comical as he hovered over you, and you certainly would’ve giggled if it wasn’t for the circumstance.

“Shit, are you okay? Why are you bleeding? Should I take you to the hospital?” His voice was laced with worry as he sat down at your side, carefully placing one hand on your thigh, stroking it softly in an attempt of comforting you.

“I’m on my period, JJ. No hospital is needed.”

“Thank god,” He sighed, putting his head on your shoulder and burying his face in your hair. His hot breath tickled your skin lightly, causing a smile to appear on your face while JJ’s arm wrapped itself around your face. “Then we’ll stay home today.”

“No,” You protested. “I can’t ask you to do that for me. I know how important finding the gold is to you.”

“Well, then it’s a good thing you didn’t ask anything of me, huh, pretty girl? Look, gold might be valuable, but you’re far more important to me than a yacht or two. I wouldn’t be able to enjoy money without you by my side, anyway.”

You barely had time to smile, your heart filled with adoration for the boy who sat on your left, before you sensed a sharp sting in your lower stomach, yet again, and a yelp of pain left your mouth. JJ reacted quickly, both his hands moving your waist as he situated himself behind you on the couch. His fingers, ever so slightly grazing your skin and setting it ablaze, lifted up your shirt just a little, before he put his hands on your stomach, pressing down slightly.

“Does that feel better?”

You let out a relieved breath, nodding at him to continue massaging the spot that had previously caused you so much pain. The suffering didn’t evaporate entirely, of course, but the amount of weight that was taken off of your shoulders was enormous. JJ’s slow movements made you relax in his arms, a small smile taking its place on your face.

“Thank you.” You whispered in his direction, grabbing hold of the hand he wasn’t using to ease your pain, and interlacing your fingers, before bringing his fingers to your lips, kissing them softly. In response, he sent you a loving gaze, his blue eyes sparkling with endearment.

“Anything for my pretty girl.”

JJ’s words sent sparks through your whole body, and as he bowed down to press his lips to your neck, you giggled a little, squeezing his hand harder. You could feel his smile against your skin as he peppered your neck with kisses, stopping at your sweet spot and biting down on it. His actions made a dreamy sigh escape past your lips, and you closed your eyes, ravishing in the sound of his soothing voice.

“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, (y/n), I hope you know that.”

TAGLIST: SFW: @riddikulusweasleys @ronbrokemyheart @sarah-writes-sometimes @shadesofvelma @sonnydoesrandomshit @canibeoneofthepogues @vintagebitc @voidmalfoy @bikinibottomspeach @cityofstaars @iamninaannaisreading @bxnnywatts @itzstacie-blog

[moremaybank]

jj eating you out for as long as he wants while you squirm around him. your hips rise off the bed, the feeling so overwhelmingly powerful, so good but so fucking much. you squirm, legs shaking vigorously. jj just peers up at you, slipping two fingers into you while this thumb replaces his tongue on your clit for a moment. "where you goin', baby? don't run from me." and he says it so sweetly, voice a little raspy. then he buries his face back in your pussy, lips latching onto your oversensitive bud as he groans in satisfaction at your taste. "not goin' nowhere, pretty girl. now cream on my face."

[samkiszkasrealgf]

electric love.

request: none

paring: jj maybank x fem!reader

summary: y/n and jj have been best friends ever since the fourth grade. after creating a tiktok account as a dare, y/n decides to recreate the trend where you try to kiss your best friend/crush and see what they do.

warnings: TEETH ROTTING FLUFF. probably the cutest thing i’ve ever written <3 i’m hoping to GOD no one has done this with jj yet lmao

it had been nearing 8 pm. the pogues: jj, john b., kiara, pope, and y/n had decided they wanted to lay low after the events of earlier that day (finding the grady-white & sneaking into the motel) by hosting yet another kegger out on the beach. so, there they were; at the beach surrounded by the usual crowd of kooks, other pogues, and tourons.

however, y/n, who was almost always the life of the party, wasn’t really feeling it that particular night. she assumed she might’ve just been jittery from the crazy day her and her friends just had. after her first two solo cups of beer, y/n had decided to separate herself from the rest of her fellow partygoers & friends, making her way to the water just to get some air for a few minutes.

as the waves crashed against the shore, y/n tugged her ripped jean shorts off of her waist and let them drop to her ankles, leaving her in just a bikini top and bottoms. setting them down in the sand where they were guaranteed to stay dry, she placed her cellphone right on top of them. her hair, tied into a very messy bun on the top of her head, was let down immediately after. her hair spilled onto her shoulders and down her back in loose waves & curls. the sun has just begun to set, painting the sky with beautiful shades of orange, yellow, pink, red, and a bit of purple.

moments later, y/n was able to drown out the sound of drunken laughter and talkative teenagers as she focused on watching her feet as the waves pushed against them. after at least five minutes, y/n reached back to grab her phone that had been resting on top of her shorts. hesitantly, she clicked on tiktok, an app she’d downloaded just two days ago. scrolling through her “for you page”, y/n stumbled across a video captioned, “i tried kissing my best friend, this is how it turned out”, using the song elecric love by borns. the corners of her mouth turned upwards into a crooked grin. although she’d thought it was quite cheesy, y/n had to admit that it melted her heart. it was so romantic; the way they held each other, the way kissed each other like it was the last time they’d ever see each other again ... for some reason, y/n could only think about one person: jj maybank.

ahh, jj maybank. one of y/n’s best friends, and her secret crush, since the fourth grade. something about those blonde locks, those crystal blue eyes, the indentations in his cheeks when he smiled — not to mention his insanely perfect, greek-god like smile — and his charismatic personality struck her interest right from the start. it was hopeless, y/n continuously convinced herself. jj would flirt with her, but he flirts with everyone. no matter how many times she would feel that burning twang of jealousy in the depths of her stomach whenever jj would philander with other girls, nothing would change. jj wanted only to be friends, y/n was sure of it. though she had absolutely no issue with remaining jj’s closest female friend, it hurts knowing the one that which you most desire will never be yours.

“hey you!,” a voice suddenly sounded from behind her.

y/n glanced over her left shoulder, only to lock eyes with lover-boy himself. her stomach flipped.

she grinned. “what’s up?”

jj sat beside her with a grunt. “man, y/n, are you feeling okay? you’re usually the center of attention at our keggers — wait, are you on tiktok?”

y/n’s eyes widened slightly, realizing that the electric love sound, along with the same video, had been playing on repeat for at least five minutes. nervously, she clicked her phone off, setting it beside her in the sand as jj chuckled at her forgetfulness.

“i thought you were gonna delete it right after kie dared you to download it the other night!,” jj taunted as y/n grinned, thinking back to a few nights ago to the drunken game of “truth or dare” she played with the pogues on the boat. “i think someone’s addicted...”

y/n gasped playfully. “i am not addicted!”

jj shot her a look, and y/n caved.

“okay, okay. fine. i’m a little addicted, but i can’t help it! the people on here have really...interesting humor.”

jj chucked warmly, taking a sip from his beer.

as the two sat in silence for a moment, y/n began to think. what if she made a move on jj by recreating that tiktok?

no, absolutely not. the alcohol must be getting to her brain. if she were to kiss him and weird him out, that could ruin their entire friendship, and that’s the last thing she wanted. but what if that didn’t happen? he could react in the exact opposite way. anything was possible...why not take the chance?

y/n could not believe she was doing this at all, but after contemplating it for a few minutes, she gathered up the courage to ask: “wanna make a tiktok with me?”

jj looked over at her, cocking an eyebrow with a grin.

“are you being serious?”

“yes!”

“...i-i guess!”

y/n stood up, laughing. she offered her jittery hand to jj, who accepted it and used it to haul himself off of the sandy ground.

“what am i even supposed to do?,” he questioned, scratching the back of his neck.

y/n smiled. “just follow my lead.”

once the sound was ready, y/n grabbed ahold of jj’s hand and tugged him into the shallow saltwater, that stopped just about at their waists. with her phone propped up against jj’s halfway-full bottle of beer, she clicked the timer button and started the countdown for filming to start.

with each beep of the timer, y/n’s heartbeat thumped harder and harder against the inside of her chest.

with that, the song started.

baby, you’re like lightning in a bottle.

y/n stared into his eyes, swallowing the lump in her throat. hesitantly, she grabbed hold of jj’s biceps and pulled him towards her, softly. she pressed her lips against his.

i can’t let you go now that i got it.

jj pulled away from her, shocked. with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, all he could seem to do was stare back at her.

y/n’s heart sank. this was a failure. he looked incredibly uncomfortable, and this was certainly going to make things awkward in the long run.

and all i need is to be struck...

however, the corners of jj’s lips turned upwards into a cheeky smile. suddenly, he grabbed her lower back with one hand and her jawline with the other, pulling her back in towards him.

...by your electric love.

at the beautiful climax of the sound, jj’s lips found y/n’s again. her arms made their way around the back of his neck, her hands beginning to cascade through the golden blond tufts of hair. the entire world seemed to melt around her as a long-lasting dream had come true at last. all of a sudden, y/n’s feet left the plushy ground of the ocean as jj sent both of them tumbling into the cool blueness of the water, tangled up in each other’s arms.

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

I actually will never shut up about season 1 obx the scene where John B n topper are fighting n Pope jj n kie are standing there like 🫸🏾😲🫷🏾 👋🏻😃👍🏻 🖐🏽😦🖐🏽in that order

[mydogisveryadorbs]

sick | jj maybank x reader

summary: you get sick and all jj wants is to take care of you

warnings: cursing, tooth rotting fluff, mentions of getting sick and throwing up, jj being so fucking soft

masterlist :)

(gif credit to the owner)

1.8k+ words

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You hate getting sick.

The first time you were truly sick was in fourth grade when you had gotten a bad case of the flu. The whole ordeal had scarred you so badly that even six years later you will do everything in your power to avoid getting sick.

The pogues quickly discovered your fear when a few years ago, Pope had told you he wasn't feeling good and you completely avoided him until he was absolutely healthy again. It had become a running joke amongst the five of you, but they all made sure to let you know if they were sick so you wouldn't catch anything.

When you woke up Friday morning with an achy feeling in your body and a runny nose, you immediately wanted to burst into tears. 

Your parents had taken your little brother up to Pennsylvania for the annual family visit two days ago. It was the first year they had allowed you to stay behind on your own and you were so excited to spend the next two weeks doing whatever you wanted with your best friends and boyfriend.

Now, staring up at the ceiling of the Chateau, you come to the realization that all of your plans could be thrown out the window. 

You are sick.

Looking to your left, you see your blonde-haired boyfriend drooling onto the pillow next to yours, soft snores coming from his parted lips.

You and JJ have been dating for over a year now. You had been best friends since he started mowing your lawn in middle school. Sometime around your freshman year of high school, you had realized your feelings for the blonde boy were more than platonic. It had taken over a year of flirting and your friends setting the two of you up before you finally admitted your feelings. From there, your relationship with JJ took off. JJ had a lot of emotional trauma and had a difficult time letting people in, but when it came to you, everything was just easy.

Even in your groggy, sick state, you couldn't help but admire the beautiful boy in front of you. As softly as you can, you use your pointer finger to delicately trace his features. It baffles you still how you were able to get a boy like JJ to love you.

You smile softly as his features relax under your touch. Suddenly, your nose starts to tingle and you quickly turn away before letting out a loud sneeze. One sneeze turns into three and you reach to grab a tissue off the nightstand and rub your running nose.

You feel a familiar hand rub your back as you attempt to blow your nose.

“What's wrong, beautiful,” JJ says quietly from behind you, his voice laced with worry and sleepiness. “Are you sick.”

Hastily, you shake your head. “No, I feel fine, J,” you attempt to convince him, but even you can hear the congestion in your voice.

JJ moves so that he is sitting in front of you. He presses the back of his hand against your forehead. “Holy shit, you're burning up,” he says, clearly concerned about you.

The only thing worse than actually being sick was having people fuss over you while you are.

“I'm seriously fine, JJ,” you tell him, “It's probably just allergies.”

You can tell that he is about to argue back with you, but before he can get in a word, a sharp knock at the door cuts him off. The door opens and John B’s head pokes through.

“Hey lovebirds,” he says cheekily, “You guys almost ready to go down to the docks?”

JJ shakes his head looking at you softly. “Sorry man, I think we're going to stay in today,” he tells the brunette. “(Y/N)’s not feeling good.”

You roll your eyes. “I feel perfectly fine,” you argue despite the growing ache you feel in your temples. “It's just a little stuffy nose.” Your boyfriend tries to argue, but you cut him off with the raise of your hand. “JJ please,” you say, giving him your best puppy dog eyes, “I really want to go on the boat.”

JJ sighs, unable to say no to you when you give him that look. “Fine, whatever,” he grumbles rolling out of the bed to get your stuff ready. 

Ten minutes later the five of you and Sarah are loading onto The Pogue. The bright sun above you increases the pounding in your head and as soon as you step onto the boat, your stomach starts to churn.

As Pope maneuvers The Pogue away from the Chateau and out to the marsh, JJ makes his way to sit next to you, wrapping one of his toned arms around your shoulders. He hands you a beer from one of his hands, but you place it in your lap.

The pogues chat around you and the nauseous feeling in your stomach grows.

“(Y/N),” Kie calls from the other side of the boat where here and Sarah are seated. “Come over here. I feel like I haven't seen you in forever.”

You giggle through your pain. “I saw you two days ago,” you tell her.

Kie smiles. “Two days too long, girlie.”

JJ moves his arm and watches as you stand up. You wobble slightly and he notices as your face pales. 

“You aren't looking too hot, (Y/N),” John B cautions and JJ quickly stands up to help you balance.

“Maybe you should sit down, lovie,” he pleads softly into your ear. He guides you to sit back into your seat, crouching down in front of you. JJ cups your cheek with his big hand, grimacing when he feels how warm you are. 

“I'll be fine, JJ,” you tell him with a sniffle, eyes closed as your brain pounds in your skull. 

“No – no. We are going back right now,” JJ all but scolds you before turning to look at the dark-haired boy in front of the wheel. “Pope, turn around now.”

JJ sits back next to you and pulls your body into his chest as you feel the boat come to life. He strokes your hair in an attempt to soothe you. You vaguely hear him grumble about how you should have listened to him earlier.

When the boat pulls into the dock a few minutes later, your blonde boyfriend guides you off and towards the Chateau.

Before you can make it to the porch, you get a churning feeling in your stomach and you run to the nearest bush. Everything you have eaten in the past twenty-four hours is emptied into the shrubbery outside John B’s. 

You feel JJ’s gentle hand running small circles on your back as he holds your hair away from your face. You get sick two more times before you sit back onto your heels. 

“You alright, baby,” JJ asks so soothingly, his fingers reaching to push back the hair that had fallen onto your forehead.

“I'm fine,” you say with a sniffle, trying to hold back the tears. “I think I'm done now.”

JJ sighs. “You just threw up three times, lovie. It's okay to not be fine,” he tells you. “Will you just let me take care of you. Why are you so stubborn?”

“I just didn't want to be a burden,” you explain to him, not looking up to meet his eyes.

He cups your cheek, lifting your head so that your eyes meet his. “You could never be a burden, (Y/N), not when all I've ever wanted is to care for you.”

His honest words mixed with the gross feeling you have after spilling your guts cause tears to cascade down your cheeks. You choke out a sob and JJ quickly gathers you into his arms. “I've got you, baby,” he coos. “You're gonna be alright, m’kay?”

A few minutes later, your sobs die down and JJ moves so his right arm is hooked under your legs. He carries you inside and places you down gently on the bed in the guest room.

You let him tuck you into the covers and your eyes flutter shut when he presses a soft kiss to your head. “JJ,” you sigh, opening your eyes and looking in his cerulean ones. “You should probably go.” A look of hurt flashed across his face so you quickly grab his hand. “I just don't want to get you sick, J.”

JJ pretends to roll his eyes in annoyance, but the corner of his lips can't help but pull up into a smile. “I don't care if you get me sick, lovely,” he tells you softly. “All I care about right now is getting you better.” 

You nod, not having the energy to fight back. “Well if you are going to stay anyways, can you give me cuddles?” you ask, your eyes half-lidded as you stare up at JJ. “I'm cold.”

He smiles, pulling back the covers next to you and slipping in next to you. You are pulled to his chest and you try to get comfortable, but worn material of JJ’s muscle tank scratches your cheek.

Pulling away slightly, you tug at the hem. “What's wrong, beautiful?” JJ asks in concern.

You groan. “Your shirt is scratchy,” you complain to him.

JJ laughs softly, but obliges nonetheless, quickly pulling his shirt over his head. You immediately snuggle back into his toned chest, eyes drooping in exhaustion.

The blonde pulls away enough for his eyes to scan your face. “You know, even though your hair is plastered to your forehead and you're a snotty mess, you've never looked lovelier.”

Your eyes open wide at his words, not able to comprehend how you managed to get a guy like him.

“I love you,” he says, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb moving back and forth lovingly. “Even at your worst, I can't help but still love you.”

Tears well in your eyes and you bring your lips up to meet his in a passionate kiss. JJ returns the kiss with an equal amount of love. It was nowhere near the first time the two of you had shared those three words, but it still shook you to your core each time.

Feeling the need to sneeze, you pull away a few seconds later. 

You sneeze twice, going in for a third but it never comes. You hear JJ chuckle from behind you and you groan at the feeling.

You fall back into JJ’s arms, leaning your back against his chest, and the blonde boy wraps his arm around your middle and holds you securely. He presses a soft kiss to your head and you let your eyes flutter shut.

“Please get better soon,” JJ whispers a few minutes later, thinking that you are fast asleep. “I can't stand to see you this way.” 

Your heart grows two sizes in your chest and with JJ’s arms holding you tight, you drift off to a dreamless sleep.

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masterlist :)

[hcywards]

comfort crowd — jj maybank

summary: jj maybank just needed someone around

words: 1.6k+

t/w: kissing, swearing, death and murder references, underage drinking, drug use, implied sex

note: gracie posting about someone other than jj? whats that, i dont know her

This hurt that I’m holding’s getting heavy

But I’mma keep a smile on my shoulders ‘til I’m sweaty

Begging on my knees

Screamin’, someone come help me

But by the time that they’re there

I’ve already hid the body

     “I was gonna kill him, Y/N, I swear I was gonna do it!” the boy stood inside the hot tub cried, his voice broken and his eyes wide. Tears streamed down his cheeks in a waterfall of anger, sadness and all of the words between. “I held a gun to his head — a fucking gun, Y/N!”

     “JJ, it’s okay,” she tried to soothe, stripping herself of her shorts and shirt and stepping into the hot tub with him. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, resting her head against his and feeling the cold wetness of where his tears had been running. He shuddered in her grasp, arms wrapping around her waist weakly as he cried into her hair. She ran her fingers over his bare skin in soothing patterns, but that only made him sob more; Y/N’s heart hurt a thousand times more, because it was the comfort he wasn’t used to, the comfort he needed.

     “No, it’s fucking not, Y/N.” he mumbled. “I could’ve killed him — that makes me so much worse than him. I just— I just can’t take it anymore.”

     “JJ, it’s okay. You didn’t do it, that’s what matters, alright?” she whispered. “We’ll run away to Yucatan, yeah? You won’t have to use the gun, and your dad’ll never find us. Think about how calm we’ll be, JJ.”

     He nodded, taking a deep breath. He knew what she was doing. This was what she always did when she wanted him to calm down. They’d been talking about Yucatan since they were kids, when they thought that running away would bring them a better life; they knew different, now, but that didn’t matter, because all JJ needed was to hear her voice.

     And Yucatan with Y/N sounded incredible — even though they’d undoubtedly die if they went with as little money as they had now, it would be the time of his life, because she was his best friend, his rock, and she could make everything and anything seem fine.

     That was one of the many reasons why he was absolutely, head-over-heels in love with her — she was the only one who could calm him down when he got like this. She was the one he called, the one who’s window he climbed through at three in the morning, the one who could see the second something had happened and the one who wasn’t afraid to come and pick him up and take him back to her place if she felt even slightly suspicious his dad had lashed out again.

My breath’s getting short and I’m unsteady

Wellin’ up in tears as I lay upon your belly

Tellin’ you I’m fine

I don’t really need nobody

But you say through a sigh

That I said that lie already

     “Okay,” he let out after a moment, raising a hand from her waist to wipe a tear away from his cheek. “Okay, I’m fine, you can—” His voice broke, a dead giveaway that he was lying, but he continued on anyway, not wanting to be any more of a burden than he already was. He already had a suspicion that she was growing tired of his constant calling, and he didn’t know what he’d do if she told him she didn’t want to be his person anymore— “You can go home, go to sleep.”

     She shook her head, looking up at him with a knowing expression swimming in her big eyes. His throat constricted just looking at her, knowing he was stupid for ever thinking he could lie to her. “JJ, you’ve told me that a million times before. I’m not going home, okay?”

     He smiled gratefully, despite the guilt pooling in his gut, and lead her to sit down on the seat of the hot tub with him, unsure whether it was the steam turning to water or tears on his face. 

     “Thank you,” he whispered, and Y/N could only not, too busy trying not to cry at the sencerity and shock and the plethora of other emotions she could hear in his weak, raspy voice.

     “Always, JJ,” she soothed, grabbing a champagne flute and downing the whole thing before handing another to JJ, who took it gratefully.

     This was a tradition for the two — JJ would cry, show her her bruises, she’d hug him, calm him down, and then they’d get drunk and high off of their asses so that they could forget. Sure, it might not’ve been a healthy way to deal with it, but it worked, and that was all that they needed.

I just needed company now

Yeah, I just needed someone around

Yeah, I don’t care what song that we play

Or mess that we make

Just company now

Comfort crowd

Comfort crowd

     Y/N was JJ’s biggest comfort, there was no doubt in anyone’s mind about that. As they sat there, smoking, drinking, crying and laughing, with some unheard of song playing in the background, it was pretty obvious. The contrast between how he’d felt twenty minutes ago and how he felt then was immense, and it wasn’t just the drugs doing that to him.

     Somehow, she managed to take the pain out of his heavily bruised ribs, the pounding out of his head, the stabbing out of his heart and the self doubt out of his brain, all just by being there, and he was certain he’d either be dead, in jail or a murderer if he’d never met her.

     She laughed at something, and he grinned, putting an arm around her shoulders and sipping some more champagne. The sound of her laughter made him forget why she was even there, and, wanting to hear it again, he joked: “You know, this’d feel great if we were skinny dipping.”

     She laughed again, feeling drunk already as she slurred out: “Shut up, JJ.”

     JJ threw his hands up in defence. “What? It would!”

     She howled at that, taking his hand and pulling his arm around her bare shoulders again, resting her head back on his skin and smiling at him.

     “I love you, J, do you know that?” she asked, and JJ couldn’t hear a single hint of it not being the truth in her voice, causing a grin to break out on his face. “You don’t deserve any of this.”

     “Of course you love me, Y/N, I’m irresistible,” he managed to get out without breaking down at her words, the words he so wished he could hear from his father.

     “I’m being serious, JJ,” she stated, and his joking grin slipped to a geniune, happy smile.

     He nodded. “I know, and I love you too, Y/N.”

We rot, thinkin’ lots about nothing

Yeah, I could spend a lifetime

Sitting here talkin’

And even if I cry all over your body

You don’t really mind

Say you like your shirt soggy

     “Hey, do you reckon plants feel emotions?” JJ asked suddenly, looking up at the dark sky, framed perfectly by the soft yellow lights strung across the trees. “Like, because they’re alive, and everything.”

     Y/N pondered for a moment, grinning at the question. “No, but did you know that the smell of cut grass is the grass telling the other grass to save itself? Also, do you think pigeons are real?”

     JJ snorted at that, “Uh, yeah, duh.” Y/N just shrugged, smiling and awaiting another weed-fuelled question. It never came, though — instead, JJ pressed his lips onto her forehead softly, before she cupped his jaw in her hands and pulled his lips to meet hers.

     She wasn’t sure what this was. It could’ve been him seeking comfort in a friend, it could’ve been alcohol, or weed. It could’ve been his less than normal mental state, or his emotions raging, but she knew she liked it. And, judging by the way he so eagerly kissed her back, pulling her onto his lap and gripping her by the waist, he liked it, too.

Yeah, I just needed company now

Yeah, I just needed someone around 

Yeah, I don’t care what song that we play

Or mess that we make

Just company now

Comfort crowd

Comfort crowd

     Y/N stayed at his house overnight, having moved from the hot tub to the bedroom at some point. Her head pounded as she woke up, a stark reminder of the many bottles of champagne they’d had that night, but she laughed when she saw JJ walk in to his bedroom with a pained expression contorting his features at the headache he was obviously also experiencing. His hair was all over the place, and there were now red hickeys mixed in with the bruises coating his chest, but, despite how bad he looked, he managed a grin.

     “Yeah, you don’t look too great yourself, princess,” he responded jokingly, passsing her a glass of water which she took gratefully, swallowing down the pill he’d handed alongside it.

     She stood up to get dressed, stumbling into him on shaky legs as she did so, causing another laugh to erupt from the boy. She started laughing, too, resting her head on her shoulder and wrapping her arms around him. He hugged her back, and, unlike the hug they’d shared only a few hours prior, this one was happy, both laughing rather than crying.

We mess around

And laugh too loud

And make the sounds

We try to hide when people are around

By blood we’re bound

Through ups and downs

Through smiles and pouts

Comfort crowd

You can always count on

     “Thank you for being here, Y/N,” he said once their laughter had finally subsided, and she grinned into his shoulder — the shoulder she’d been biting into less than six hours ago.

     “Of course, JJ,” she responded. “You’re my best friend.”

     “You don’t understand how much I love you, Y/N.”

     “I think I do, JJ.”

Yeah, I just needed company now

Yeah, I just needed someone around

Yeah, I don’t care what song that we play

Or mess that we make

Just company now

Comfort crowd

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My Angel – JJ Maybank x Reader

Summary: your relationship with JJ is still relatively new, but that doesn’t stop you from showing just how much your care about him after his has an episode with his dad.

A/N: this popped into my brain randomly because im in love with fluffy jj, and jj in general. i literally just wanna give him the biggest hug in the world 🥺 this is also my first real obx imagine so lmk what you guys think!! 

warnings: mentions of abuse

word count: 1841

It was currently a perfect day in the Outer Banks. 86 degrees, not a cloud in the sky, on your way to meet your friends on the dock. You finally found a time when everyone was off work simultaneously for the first time this week. John B’s boat was practically rotting from not being used in five days.

You fast walked down the hill to get to the meeting spot. As you got closer, you noticed most of the pogues plus Sarah Cameron, the newest addition to the group thanks to John B, all chatting.

“Hey guys!” You exclaimed as you neared them at the end of the dock.

“Hey (y/n)!” Kie smiled and ran up to give you a short hug.

“What’s up (y/n)?” John B asked, giving you a nod.

You shook your head. “Not much. Just excited to finally see you guys!” Which earned smiles from the rest of the group. Everyone was clad in swimsuits, t shirts, and flip flops, signaling that they were more than ready to get this day going. But before you could, you noticed something major was off. “Where’s JJ?” You asked looking around for your boyfriend.

“We were gonna ask you the same question.” Pope said.

“That’s so weird. We texted earlier and he was obviously down to come...I assumed he’d be the first one here.” You continued.

“Who knows maybe he’s just running a little late. It wouldn’t be the first time anyway.” Kie smiled and put a hand to your arm. “We can wait a few more minutes.”

You had been friends with all of the pogues for about two years now, pretty much since the week you moved here. However, you and JJ had only been dating for less than a month, so this relationship was still fairly new. You couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he was having doubts about you or your relationship. After that thought passed you wondered if something bad happened to him. JJ is known for having not the cleanest record, much to your dismay, so you couldn’t help but think he was in trouble. As more time passed, the more negative overthinking you did.

You checked your phone for any sign of him, but the only notifications present were from Apple telling you to update your software for the millionth time. The rest of the group had descended into a random conversation, but finally after 10 minutes of waiting for him you decided to speak up.

“Hey guys? I think I might go look for him…” You trailed off, looking in the other direction towards the rest of the island.

“It is pretty weird...JJ isn’t one to miss out on days like these.” John B added. “You want us to come with you?”

You smiled at his offer, but declined. “No it’s fine honestly. You guys go have fun. Don’t let me ruin your day.”

“You could never.” Kie said. “You’re sure?”

You nodded. “I promise it’s okay. I’m just scared something happened. I’m gonna go look for him and maybe we’ll meet up with you guys later if we can.”

Since your relationship with JJ was still so new, you were still learning how to manage spending time with him alone and spending time with the rest of your friends. You felt bad for leaving them because you hadn’t hung out all week, but something was pulling you towards JJ in that moment.

“Sounds good.” Kie finished. “Good luck and hopefully we’ll see you later!”

“Thanks guys.” You smiled one last time before turning to walk back towards where you came from. Your car was parked in a lot close by, so it didn’t take long for you to get in there and gather your thoughts. Where could JJ be? He couldn’t be at work, because he’s been working with Pope and his dad lately, so obviously if Pope was at the dock JJ would be too. The only other place he could be would be...his house?

The second that thought dawned on you, your face sank. His house.

JJ opened up about his home life to you pretty quickly into your relationship. You had known each other for so long before that he felt like he could trust you explicitly. He told you all about how his mom left when he was young, and how his dad is a disgusting physically and emotionally abusive alcoholic. This revelation led to a few tears and more than a few sleepovers at your house.

You backed out of the lot and sped down the streets as fast as you possibly could without it being able to technically count as speeding. Your heart was now pounding at the thought that something bad must have happened today involving his dad.

After a too fast car ride you came up on his street. You parked across the street in front of his house, not even daring to go near the driveway because who knows what his dad would do. You weren’t even completely sure his dad knew you existed.

You felt crazy walking around to the back door dressed in a bikini with nothing but an oversized t-shirt covering you, a messy bun sitting on top of your head, sunglasses behind your ears, and cheap flip flops.

Once you got up to the door, your hand hovered in front of it in a knocking position. Suddenly you were terrified. What if JJ wasn’t even here? What if you were just being a stupid worried clingy girlfriend? What if his dad answered? What would you even do in that situation?

A crazy thought came over you and you decided to forego knocking and reach out for the doorknob instead. You turned it quietly and the door clicked open. You closed it behind you and took a look inside at the house you had only seen a couple times before. Beer bottles lined every open surface. Clothes and dishes were strewn everywhere, medicine bottles sat on the kitchen counters. You bit your lip to keep from tearing up at the sight. The fact that this was the only place the boy who had your heart had to call home broke you.

You walked into the living room and jumped a mile when you saw an adult figure on the couch. Luke Maybank, luckily asleep. Still no sign of JJ.

You walked deeper in the house, down the hall to where you knew JJ’s room was. The door was cracked slightly, and you held your ear up to it. Your heart broke even more when the sound of crying filled your ears. You opened the door and it creaked, causing your boyfriend’s head to snap up in your direction.

“JJ…” You began.

“(Y/N)? What the hell are you doing here-” He said, cutting you off.

No words came out of your mouth for a minute as you took in the sight. He was hunched over sitting on his bed, clutching his side. His shaggy blonde hair looked more oily than normal most likely due to his hands running through it excessively. He had a black eye and a split lip, with random patches of dried blood around his mouth. You had heard about his dad’s horrible parenting, but nothing could have prepared you from seeing its effects in real life for the first time.

Finally you came to your senses. “I was looking for you.” You started. “We were all waiting for you on the dock and when you didn’t show up I just had a feeling something was wrong…God JJ why the fuck didn’t you call me? I would’ve come as soon as I cou-”

“Shh baby. It’s okay. I’m okay.” He said. “C’mere.”

You couldn’t help the tears that welled up in your eyes as you took all of three steps towards him. He wrapped his arms around your torso and pulled you in. Your head rested on his.

“It’s not okay!” You cried out, his hair muffling your voice. He shushed you and started rubbing your back.

“I’m fine sweetheart. You shouldn’t even be here anyways-”

“Will you shut up?” You said, the question coming out harsher than you meant. You quickly pulled away and looked down at him. “Shit- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean...I’m just fucking frustrated that you have to go through this. I can’t stand seeing you like this.”

JJ reached up to wipe the tear that had fallen onto your cheek. “It’s nothing I can’t handle. I promise I’m fine. Go back out with everyone. I’ll catch up later.” He said.

“No.” You shook your head. “We’re going to my house. I’m fixing you up.”

“(y/n)...”

“Either you come with me or I’ll help you here.” You gave him an ultimatum.

He sighed and his head fell forwards on your stomach. He was still sitting on his bed and you stood in between his legs. You grabbed his hand in yours. “Please baby. Let me take care of you.”

“Okay. Your house it is.” You helped him up and walked him out to your car. You even helped him into the passenger seat, much to his dismay. Seeing him like this had you seething inside, you couldn’t help but want to love on him with everything you had.

A short drive to your house later, you walked inside and told him to sit down on the couch. Your parents were both at work and you assumed your older sister was with her own friends. You ran to the bathroom to get bandaids, rubbing alcohol, and an ice pack for his eye.

You sat down with everything and began tending to his cuts. You felt like crying again, but reminded yourself to be strong for him.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You asked after a few moments of silence.

He shook his head. “There’s nothing to talk about. He’s just an asshole.”

“I wish I could do something more to stop it.”

“You do enough. I don’t deserve you.” He said quietly.

“Stop it. If anything I don’t deserve you.” You replied. You took the ice pack off his face for a minute to look into his eyes fully. “You’re the best part of my life JJ Maybank. When you’re hurting so am I.”

He leaned down to kiss your forehead. “My angel.”

You wrapped your arms around his torso delicately so as to not hurt him. You weren’t sure if words could adequately describe what you were feeling regarding JJ, so you just sat in his embrace. He wrapped his arms around you after a few moments. 

“I’m so sorry you have to deal with all of this. I hate making you upset.”

“Not your fault.” You whispered into his shirt. “I would do anything for you. You know that.” 

He pushed your head up to his and planted a passionate kiss to your lips. He pulled away and rested his forehead to yours. You ran a gentle hand up and down his side, feeling him get chills as you traced the muscles that hid underneath his soft skin.

“You wanna sleep?” You asked.

“Honestly...yeah.” He said quietly.

You patted his legs twice signaling for him to stand up. You switched positions so you were sitting behind him.

Once he got comfortable in your lap, you started running your hands through his hair and on his cheek. His eyes fluttered closed.

“I got you sunshine. You’re safe with me.”