#reply: jj

[unitcd]

i have to try and stay positive. it's the only way we get through this. ( jj maybank! )

"Your parents are trying to lock you away, Kie. They're trying to like , Cinderella your ass or something. Wait, that's not the one, who's the one that got locked in the tower? Fiona in Shrek." He shrugs. "They're Fiona-ing you, Kie. It ain't right. I say fuck 'em and just run away."

[houseofwisteria]

" not to be a fucking sap or anything but... when I wake up in the morning and see Daisys cute face I feel like I get what all those poets were talking about. "

[maybankswhore]

can you do jj with a reader who is scared of love

jj is also deathly scared of love.

it took a long time before the two of you even admitted to eachother that feelings were involved.

jj fell first.

you fell harder.

both of you were stubborn asf and didn’t want to admit it to not only eachother— but yourselves.

jj was in deep , deep denial.

eventually he was the first one to crack.

and at first , you claimed that he was just drunk and high and didn’t mean any of it and refused to listen to his love confession in the heat of the moment.

though you had replayed it in your head thousands of times and you still tear up about it even after being with eachother for so long.

jj is absolute mush when it comes to you.

any fear about love and relationships left him the second he got to call you his girlfriend.

he’s very understanding of your feelings , though , and he makes sure to constantly affirm his feelings towards you.

“you know i’m never goin’ anywhere , right? i’m in this for the long haul.”

jj is constantly telling you he appreciates you.

he thinks that means more to someone that just saying ‘i love you.’

he wants you to feel heard , appreciated and safe.

you try and push him away because you’re scared but even then , he sticks by your side.

“look— nothing you can do is gonna rid of me , alright? i love you. you’re it for me.”

you and jj’s relationship becomes on of the most healthiest relationships you’d ever been in.

he’s very patient with you and helps you open up more.

“i got you , girl. cry , scream , kick me out— you know i’ll be sleepin’ on that front porch waiting for daylight.”

[erwinsvow]

That bitchy reader post has given me LIFE. Omg, IM OBESSED. And like, reading that had me thinking of bitchy reader with jj…. LIKE I know she said totally “a dirty pogue”. BUT THINK ABT IT the dynamic between the two would be so AMAZINGG. jj constantly flirting with bitchy reader KNOWING she hates it, but he just can’t help but do it bc she’s just so pretty when frustrated and mad. And like, don’t get me started on how I KNOW bitchy reader would end up having a teensy crush on him… omg lm so obsessed 😭😭😭

oh my godddd this is SOOO REAL!! can u imagineee sarah would obvi be dragging her along to pogue adventures and she would get a little more acclimated.. already knows pope from tutoring so she'd be a little nicer to him and jj is poking john b like "why's the princess only talkin' to pope?"

bitchy reader would cut pope off and be like "i heard that. and don't call me princess." the second she rolls her eyes jj would be in luv <3

also i can imagine bitchy reader would keep tagging along insisting to sarah "i'm trying to make sure you don't do something stupid, even though i know it's hard for you not to" meanwhile jj finds some new stupid way to flirt every time she's around.

they'll be walking thru the chateau or idk at the light house in the back of the group and jj's like "yeah i once.. uh. fought an crocodile here. that's where i got this scar from. right pope?" and pope just rolls his eyes.

bitchy reader of course goes "we don't have crocodiles here. oh wait, maybe they do in the fantasy land that you live in."

sarah totally sees that bitchy reader is starting to get a crush on jj when she sees her laughing at jj's stupid jokes after some time

"what happened to the whole 'dirty pogue' thing?" bitchy reader can't think of any retort so she just tells her to shut up! thats how u know shes in too deep ♡ and yes they would fuck like rabid animals

[featherandferns]

It’s my birthday today!!!

Literally can not decide how jj would act about birthdays, what do you think?

-🍓

first of all - HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I hope you have had, or are having, the best day! <3

(everyone wish 🍓 anon happy birthday right now or else no more JJ fics)

hmmm. I think JJ would definitely try his best with birthdays. Even if he doesn't quite hit the mark, he'd get brownie points for giving it his best shot.

His dad didn't ever care about his birthday. At the most, he'd get a rough pat on the shoulder and a grunted happy birthday, kid, or even a can of larger if his dad was feeling extra affectionate and perky. At the least, it would go unnoticed. Thankfully, the Pogues made up for the lack. They'd supply him with drinks and weed and cake, and would spend the day doing JJ-approved things. Those typically involved starting the day with a blunt and a beer, surfing at the break, fishing in the evening and wrestling around the campfire. Money being tight and all, gifts were few and far between. Instead it was more company. That was plenty for JJ. Just the acknowledgement that he was turning another year older was enough.

Besides, his birthday brought a looming sense of dread. He'd try and push it down, distracting himself with festivities, but every year that passed, he wondered what his future might look like. A prison cell like his dad, or casual alcoholism? A scrimping-and-scraping lifestyle, alone and isolated? Or a simple but cheerful life with his friends, perhaps even rich with gold gathered from John B and Pope's countless adventures?

That final premonition became stronger after JJ met you. Once you were around, the festivities altered slightly. Instead of a blunt first-thing, it was sleepy morning sex, with you doting on JJ like he were the first born king, and then a sedated smoke straight after. The joys didn't end at the bonfire: instead, it extended into the night, with you practically worshipping JJ in the bedroom. You also splurged out to get him a gift. Usually it was something handy, like a lighter or pocketknife, but JJ treasured every bargain buy like it was a Rolex.

Because JJ knew what it felt like to go without on birthdays, whenever it was yours, he tried his best to make it special. He woke you up with his head between your thighs. He attempted to bake you breakfast in bed (often consisting of burnt pancakes and luke-warm coffee). He'd be the first in line to offer to take photos of you for your Instagram, working overtime to get the perfect angles and lighting. Had to at least try and push his luck, sneaking a shot up your skirt, earning him a smack upside the head. Same as you, he scraped together enough money to get you a gift. Some jewellery or make-up that you'd been eyeing, unable to justify the price tag. If money was too tight, he fell back on his acts of service. Fixed the creaky door. Pimped out your board. Cleaned your busted-up car. You fucking loved it.

Whilst some things became birthday traditions, one very quickly did not. The first time you celebrated a birthday with JJ, he tried to bake you a cake. Note the word 'tried'. It was undercooked, to start. When he took it out of the cake-pan, raw batter leaked everywhere. He salvaged the baked sponge and made some horrendous contemporary art out of it. The icing was just as bad. Isn't it strange how similar salt looks to sugar? In wonky, wobbling hand-writing, JJ piped happy bithday, joyfully oblivious to the spelling mistake. And whilst the cake was completely inedible (like truly diabolical), you marked that as the moment you fell in love with JJ. Hell, when a guy bakes you a cake, you sort of don't have a choice.

So, JJ tried his best with birthdays, and you appreciated every tiny effort :)

[niya-writesshit]

JJ having reader try her first joint and it escalates to high sex 🤭

jj x gf!reader

TW: smut: p in v, head (m receiving) drugs, swearing, MNDI

word count: 560

¡! ❞ a/n: I LOVE THIS WAIT (also i made the reader kinda a crybaby im sorry)

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the overwhelming smell of smoked weed attacked your senses as you stepped into jj's room. he was sprawled on his bed, a blunt dangling between his fingers. "hey princess." he mumbled, turning to look at you. you cough, trying to hide it from the man. he smiled crookedly. "too much for you, baby?" you nodded quickly and rubbed your stinging eyes. jj patted the bed beside him and you waddled over, trying to keep another cough in.

he held out his blunt towards you and your eyes widened. "jj i can't."

jj's large hand reached out to grab your thigh. "you said y'would one day, princess. why not now?" you pouted as he rubbed circles in your thigh.

"i don't know how to." your cheeks burned up in sudden embarrassment.

"i'll teach you, love. here." he placed the roll into your hands, smirking when it almost slips. his hand continued to rub circles on your leg while he guided the blunt to your mouth. "inhale." smoke filled your mouth and seemed to burn your throat as you started coughing. "exhale, baby, exhale!" jj was laughing at you now, and you felt tears begin to form in your eyes.

"let's try again."

you didn't really know what had happened. but what you did know was the was the best fucking sex you'd had in months. jj was towering over you while your legs draped around his shoulders. his hips pounded into again and again, creating waves of pleasure through your body. "fuck, y/n, m'so close." he muttered, kissing your thighs and he thrusted into you mercilessly. you'd already been driven through countless orgasms, and the weed clouding your brain seemed to make in ten times better. as your eyes rolled in your head for what seemed to be the ninth time, jj moaned loudly as he released thick white ropes all over your belly.

"jj," you moaned, still shuddering from your orgasm. his dick seemed to be hard all over again, slapping against his belly.

"wanna help me out, princess?" he smiled lazily as you crawled over to him. almost immediately, you shoved his dick into your mouth, making him moan. you hummed around his cock while you brought a hand to slowly jerk him off. jj gripped onto your hair, pushing you down roughly. a few seconds ago, you had been in control, but now jj was using your head to get off, pushing it up and down on his cock.

you tried your best to hollow out your cheeks as you felt him twitch in your mouth. "holy fuck, y/n that's so good." he moaned. he threw his head back and let go of your hair. you continued sucking him off, making eye contact with him through hooded lashes. you gag as you increase speed, drool dripping down the side of your mouth. "shit, y/n. fuckk, just like that." you felt his cock twitch again and jj exploded in your mouth, shooting his cum straight down your throat. a few drops came out the side of your mouth, and you wiped them off with your tongue, giggling.

jj's red eyes bore into yours as he panted, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you close.

"that was amazing, jj." you mumbled, giving him a peck on the lips.

"told you you should've tried it earlier, princess."

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¡! ❞ © niya-writesshit 2023

[whyareyouhere66]

JJ Maybank x Male Reader - Safe With Me

JJ Maybank x Male !kook! Reader

Request [shortened, it was very in depth and I don’t want to spoil too much] : “male reader is a popular kook…and best friends with Sarah and Kie…and he has a rough family they are super rich but his dad doesn't like him to being gay…also JJ and the reader act like a couple and they like each other but don’t realize it cause they like what they got…[main event you’ll have to read]…then they make it official.”

CW: hurt/comfort, homophobia/homophobic family, the slightest mentions of drinking, kinda cheesy towards the end, y/n’s dad sucks

x

Love;

[noun]

An intense feeling of deep affection

“Y’think we can make a quick pit stop before we go and do, well, whatever this is?”

The voice woke Y/n up before the sun even could, though his eyes were still close to shutting. It was Pope’s voice, of course- his sarcasm leaking through his words.

On the couch, Y/n had one arm stretched out next to his face to act as a pillow, shielding his eyes from the early morning sun just enough for him to not be blinded. 

A few feet behind the couch, Pope walked over to the small round table where John B sat with Sarah. Papers were scattered across the wooden surface, the girl’s feet propped up on the edge. 

“Eh, sure why not- hey, pass me a beer, will you?” John B said, nodding towards the fridge behind Pope’s chair. 

“It’s 7 in the morning.”

“Oh c’mon, never too early to get a little drink.”

Pope rolled his eyes, but sure enough got up again to open the fridge.

The sound of a can being tossed, and the rattle of the fridge door closing made Y/n groan. He just wanted to sleep, he was comfortable on the lumpy couch with JJ’s warmth beside him. 

The night before they’d fallen asleep side by side, nothing new for either of them. JJ’s head was settled just below Y/n’s arm-pillow, just slightly pressed against his chest while their legs overlapped. When the sound continued on, his friends still talking across the room, he shifted in his spot and let his free arm fall on JJ’s shoulders.

Y/n would’ve smiled at the sight of the blonde settled so close to him, but the voices that rang out behind him were so loud. 

He just wanted to go back to sleep-

“Aw, did we interrupt your sleep?” Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed.

 ‘Wonderful’

Sarah was grinning at him, seeing how his face had changed. 

“Let’s go, up and at ‘em.” John B joined right in, drumming on the table just loud enough to force Y/n’s eyes open, and stir JJ just a bit.

It was then when the sun finally hit him, groaning again and rubbing his eyes. “You guys are so loud.” Y/n complained, lifting his head and looking around the room. 

Kiara lay sprawled out on the arm chair across from the couch, rubbing her eyes and glaring at Pope and John B. “Seriously guys? This early?” She asked  sleepily, falling against the chair again. 

It was clear the other 3 couldn’t care less, Pope ignoring the sleeping teens while John b and Sarah were getting up from the table to bug them some more. 

The blonde girl walked to the chair, standing over Kie and grinning widely. Back at the couch, John B walked past the half asleep pair, drummed against their legs once, before looping around back to the kitchen.

The slaps to their calves caused both Y/n and JJ to jerk, the latter doing so more loudly as he was only then waking up. 

“What the fuck dude.” he grumbled, shoving his face back against the couch while Y/n rolled over onto his back. 

At that point, all 6 of them were awake- whether it be willingly or not. It was simply a part of the Chateau’s morning routine, something you sign up for when falling asleep at John B’s. The alarm would be just as obnoxious as the host. 

Y/n pressed the heel of his free hand into his eyes, hiding them from the sun. The other arm was still stuck under JJ’s neck. “What time is it?” He asked, to which Pope responded.

“7:32.”

 Y/n groaned. 

“Shit,” he mumbled, clumsily sitting up from his spot on the couch. 

“Pops’ll be mad?” JJ sighed sarcastically, and watched Y/n’s figure as the boy stumbled off the couch to grab his shoes. 

“Don’t leave me man-“ he gasped out dramatically, and Y/n couldn’t help but smile. Reaching over the couch, he ruffled the blonde hair on JJ’s head.

“Oh, this is heartbreaking.” Kie faked a frown and put a hand over her heart.

 The two boys had always been close, everyone knew that. They each cared for each other in a way that neither could truly describe, any words used felt wrong, or perhaps too soon for them to say. 

So they didn’t try the words, they stuck to their bond even if it got them the “idiot-boyfriends-who-aren’t-even-boyfriends” label in the group.

Y/n himself felt the smile growing, opening the door that lead out to the porch.

“Bye, JJ” he called jokingly, getting a “bye Y/n” right back, the words holding the same tone that his had. 

It wasn’t until he was entirely out of the house that he let his mind wander, only having 10 minutes time before his car would reach his drive way- where the smile he wore would disappear. 

****

Greed; 

[noun]

Intense and selfish desire for something, especially wealth, power, or food.

A day had passed since Y/n unfortunately had to leave the Chateau early, and it wouldn’t be long before he was back in the car with his closest friends, with JJ.

The h/c teen sat on his scratchy, leather couch- it’s black color popping out against the light walls. 

He sat there, leaned against the armrest scrolling through his phone as he waited for the Pogues to come and pick up him and Sarah. Across the room, his father- D/n L/n sat at the dining room table.

The man’s face was very stern, lips formed into a  thin line as he stared holes into his computer screen. A few papers were in a pile, his hand resting on top - the focus leaking from his eyes leaving no breathing room, no space for him or Y/n to talk. 

The latter looked up from his phone, glancing at the stairs where Sarah left for the bathroom 5-ish minutes ago. The sooner she came down, the sooner he’d have an excuse to leave the room. 

Slowly, he let his gaze wander. 

It shifted from the long staircase, over the walls until it was set on the man at the table. His eyes narrowed.

Greed and love. 

It was a relationship never fit to work, though it can still find itself intertwined into bloodline. Two opposing forces sitting on the same branch of the family tree, living in the same house. One on the couch, one at the table. 

Y/n always preferred to differentiate himself from greed.

Being born a Kook, he accepted his privilege. But he saw what greed looked like, he lived with it. And he knew, from the nasty snarl worn on his father’s skin, that it was something he never wanted to be.

The boy stared at his father until the edges of his vision began to dance. So, he looked away, eyes going back to his phone screen. He didn’t want to think about it anymore than he had to. 

The time read 12:09, him and Sarah were to get picked up at 12:15. Y/n stood up, tucking his phone into his pocket so while Sarah took her time upstairs, he could at least get some of the stuff he needed. 

Starting with his keys, he grabbed them from the coffee table and stuck them into his pocket. He moved towards the fridge next- but the noise that had come from his key chain caught his fathers attention. 

“Going somewhere?” D/n asked, just as Y/n had opened the fridge door. 

“…yeah.” The h/c looked straight forward, the blue-ish light flooding his face as he grabbed a water bottle. 

“And where would that be?” 

Y/n’s father hadn’t looked away from his work, though Y/n couldn’t tell either way as he was staring straight into the fridges’s shelves.

“Just out, nothing special.”

He  eventually had to draw away from the fridge where he’d been hiding. The silver door closed after him, and Y/n turned to see his father looking right at him. 

“Just you and Sarah?” The man asked, raising an eyebrow and resting his elbow on the back of his chair. 

Y/n’s face faltered. He knew who his father was referencing, what he was getting at. 

“No” he thought, saying it in his head over and over until maybe, he could say it out loud.

“Doesn’t matter.”

…or not. 

Admittedly, he didn’t want his father to know. He selfishly wanted his friends to be his own thing- because when his father even caught sight of them, it would become a disruption. 

D/n had the belief that Kooks and Pogues shouldn’t interact unless absolutely necessary- he was just “too good” for them, after all. He worked so life ran on his own personal railroad, and Y/n’s friends were nothing but roadblocks. 

“Oh, but I think it does.” D/n narrowed his eyes at his son, who looked away with his head tilted towards the floor. Y/n fidgeted with the bottle in his hands- his father was onto him. They each had one specific boy in mind at that current moment, and by the look in each others eyes, they each knew it.

“Hey! Sorry about that, Wheezie called me.”

 Sarah landed on the last step just as Y/n was released in from his father’s stare. She looked up from her phone, not catching how D/n had to adjust to return to his computer screen. 

Y/n quickly walked to her, giving her a smile when she quirked her eyebrow. 

“Hey, took you long enough.” He joked, sitting back on the couch. Sarah rolled her eyes and shrugged. 

“Just say you missed me, it takes less time.” She says, plopping down onto the chair. 

Y/n laughed, letting his shoulders relax as Sarah had joined him in the room. He opened his mouth to reply, fire some sort of comeback, but a small ding came from his phone.

‘We’re here, hurry up JJ’s about to rob your neighbor.’

The text came from Kie. Y/n peered over his phone and caught a glimpse of her car outside the window, catching a small smile on his face. Sarah followed his eyes and saw the car, grinning and nodding at the boy to get up. 

Sparing one last glance to his father, Y/n followed Sarah out the door. 

“Hey hey!” 

As soon as Y/n stepped foot outside his door, JJ was jumping right out of the parked car- of course. With a grin, Y/n hopped down the stairs and jogged to meet him in the middle.

“What’s up JJ-“ he said, his voice almost giddy, and he wrapped his arms around him. There was a slight slap on his back as JJ hugged him back, and a tickle in his neck as that’s where JJ buried his nose. 

“Waiting for you, I was about to hop the fence and visit old Richie over there-“ JJ’s voice turned breathy at the end of the sentence, spinning on his heel and bringing the boy in his arms right with him. Y/n’s eyes widened, and a laugh rumbled from his throat. His arms tightened around the boy, securing himself when his feet left the ground. 

“Holy shit dude-“

“JJ, put him down.” John B sounded tired, managing no more than an eye roll when JJ only laughed. Though, he did drop Y/n onto the sidewalk right next to him. The boy, with his feet finally planted on the ground, patted the back of the blondes back.

“C’mon, let’s head out-“

“Y/n.” 

The deep voice sent chills down the teen’s spines, each of them recognizing who it was. The joyful feeling that tainted the air only seconds ago suddenly faded into tension.  Y/n himself was forced to hesitantly turn, and meet his fathers cold eyes. 

“Come here.” The glare that emitted off D/n’s stern figure made his son shudder- the boy really just wanted to leave. 

“Dad, we’re going somewhere-“ 

“I thought we talked about this?” One eyebrow raised, turning D/n’s face into one of judgement. Y/n swallowed.

“I mean, there was never really an agreement, so-“

The next look that came from D/n was one of warning. 

A small lump formed in Y/n’s throat, swallowing it down and air huffed from his nose. 

“Mr. L/n, we were really just-“ Kiara, bold as always, tried and failed to reassure her friends father. Her words got cut off before she could even finish, the deep voice replacing them. “No, no I know. And it’s not happening.” 

Y/n felt his skin itch, why was his father doing this in front of his friends?  Before he would go out of his way to avoid them, but now he talked freely. Y/n’s eyes flickered to the car, having half a mind to run and jump into the back seat before another word could spill. 

“Dad-“

“Y/n, look at the neighbors,” his fathers voice rose, “their son is your age, what about that?” He gestured towards the large, nearly identical house across the garden. His other hand gripped the door handle tightly, as if he was prepared to storm back inside at any moment. 

The group tensed, they knew what his father meant, even if he hadn’t said it directly. Though while John B and Pope bit their tongue, Kiara stepped forward with a deadly glare imprinted onto her face. 

“What are you implying?” She asked, clearly having taken offense. Y/n looked at her, battling with himself in his head as to whether or not he should stop her. John B’s hand landed on her shoulder, urging her to step back.

Y/n’s eyes are torn away when he suddenly felt the familiar warmth of JJ’s hand grabbing his. His eyes widen. 

“Shit.”

He nearly pulled away, but something made him stay, something in him wanted to. Though the second his fathers cold stare landed on their tangled fingers, he questioned that decision. 

JJ glared harshly at Y/n’s father- but no words fell, as he still was trying to decide if he should say anything at all. But in that moment, it was better that he didn’t.

Y/n was frozen in his place, head tilted down to stare at his hand and JJ’s, too scared to look up. 

“And what’s this, huh?”

‘No.’

“Are we still on this, are you serious?”

The words tugged the strings of Y/n’s heart, hearing such words from his own father, being watched by all his friends, by the boy he could only secretly love. He glared at the ground, shaking his head. 

“It’s-“

“You just-“ D/n turned, facing the wooden frame of the door and rubbing his eyes, “this is not how I wanted to raise you.”

The words ran Y/n’s throat dry, like a river drowned into soil by hot sun. JJ felt the way his hand tightened, heard the shaky sigh that escaped him.

Kiara, once more, stepped forward boldly. “You can’t say that to him!” She rasped, eyebrows pulled into a deep furrow. JJ too found his voice quickly, barking out a “hey!” 

“Mr L/n,” Sarah’s whisper barely scraped past the lump in her throat, only heard by her boyfriend. 

As Y/n stood there on his own walkway, all the words of his friends fizzled against his ears in an echo. He stared at the ground until he became dizzy, nothing but his fathers voice reaching past his ears. 

He didn’t want to fit his fathers description. But it still hurt. 

He snapped out of the daze when JJ began moving, their joined hands swaying. 

“The fuck is your problem, man?” JJ’s voice was heavy with anger, challenging D/n with his voice. Y/n’s eyes darted to JJ’s face.

“Excuse me, young man?” The authority that rattled from Y/n’s father would’ve made anyone else back away, but JJ only seemed to move closer. Y/n watched on with wide eyes. 

“JJ,” he tried, suddenly becoming aware of what exactly was happening right next to him. 

“You talk to him like that then wonder why he likes hanging with us? Man you must be joking-“ the blonde seethes. 

“Do not talk to me like that,”

“You’re a real piece of shit.” 

John B pulled JJ back, giving him a stern look. Pope, backing towards the car, mouthed at him to shut up. 

Y/n’s heart pounded, staring only at JJ. What was he doing?

D/n’s head snapped to his son’s.

“If this is how you’re going to be, dont try coming home.”

Y/n reeled back, shocked. JJ stomped forward. 

“Good, he’ll stay with me. You’re only helping me here, man.” 

It got quiet for a moment after that. 

Angrily, Y/n’s father looked at him expectantly, telling him to choose with nothing more than his eyes.

Y/n’s lips were parted, staring right back at his father for the first time that whole argument. JJ’s arm snakes around his shoulder.

“He’ll be safe with me.”

Those last words are what settled it for Y/n, the only thing he needed to hear before he knew. He knew exactly what, who, he wanted. 

Wordlessly, he turned away from his father and pulled JJ into a tight hug. No hesitation followed as JJ pulled him even closer. 

Behind them, the door slammed shut, and Y/n knew that was it. Yet for just a moment, when JJ pulled away and held his face in his hands, he pushed the thought away. 

“I promise.” The blonde whispered with a small smile . Y/n smiled back, unable to stop himself for he knew what he truly meant by those words. 

The smile broke into a sniffle and a chuckle, feeling Kiara attacking him from behind with a strong hug. Sarah followed.

“Fuck, guys, I don’t know what to do now-“ he kept the smile through his teary eyes. 

“We’ll figure it out, man.” Pope told him from the car. “We always do.”

[kazanskys-mitchell]

i hate men!! why are they awful!!

[cognacdelights]

tilly coming home with a boy and uncle b and dad are like omg😟

okay so tilly definitely dates a boy who drives a truck. and, of course, tilly knows how protective everybody is so she gave her parents a little white lie as to where she was going and who she was with.

so, after their date tilly and the boy (we'll call him hunter) pull up at her house and hunter is being a gentleman in making sure that tilly gets home and wants to walk her up to the front door. and he does, and they're hand in hand, and hunter is so smooth like he tucks tilly's hair behind her ear and cups her face with his hand and moves in for the kiss.

so tilly and hunter are having a good night kiss (and maybe he's getting a little handsy) when uh oh jj gets the ring doorbell notification... and he sees it and is like "what the fuck??" and because him and john b are playing with axel in the backyard john b's like "what?" and so he shows him. then jj's immediately on the speaker like "you've got five seconds to get your hands off my daughter before me and her uncle come out there with our bat!" and oh my god... tilly is DYING of embarrassment and hunter is scared and is like "uh, sorry, sir" and makes the quickest exit you have ever seen.

as soon as tilly's through the door she's like "mooooom! dad just threatened my maybe boyfriend with a bat!" and running off up the stairs to basically grass jj up to indie about what he said. and to avoid the police interrogation she knew she would get about hunter and where they've been and what they were doing, etc. miss girl is still dying of embarrassment

[bradshawed]

angel eyes <3 / send in a character + and au for a blurb! e.g, rockstar!james or college!bradley

ok what about rockstar!jj maybank. i feel like he’d probably lay the drums maybe the bass (i’m not sure about music) but him as a rockstar would be soooo hot

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kissing u on the mouth for this ask bc it’s perfect (not as perfect as u ofc) but omg i’m obsessed. totally agree with you, he would definitely play the drums, no question, and it would be hot af. they’d be a modern day djats in a sense with jombie on lead guitar, jj on drums, pope on bass and kiara on keyboard, with sarah as their missing piece…inspired by this post! hope u like it and thank u so so much for the ask mwah ily xx

The sky darkened overhead as the night fell, settling the anxious crowd under a blanket of stars. The Pogues were set to play in their hometown after months of touring all over the country, and everyone had gathered at the bonehead to see them play.

Smoke clouded the air as the fires in the pits crackled and danced with the slight wind. Kooks, Pogues, and Tourons alike crowded the beach and stood waiting in anticipation around the mock-up stage placed for the band.

Then came the opening notes of a familiar guitar and the crowd burst into screams. It was simply electric.

JJ winked into the crowd and they all screamed even louder than the band thought was possible. He could just imagine the uptight kooks throwing a fit, complaining at the loud music. And that’s exactly why he wanted to play here, on the boneyard, where no one had to pay to get in. Where they could play freely, as a huge fuck you to everyone who said they couldn’t make it because here they were, one of the biggest and hottest new music sensations in the world.

You blew him a kiss back, swaying to the music, the very one he’d pretended to capture and place in the back pocket of his shorts.. the crowd none the wiser.

Hints of the sun peeked through the darkness, sunrise on its way as you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend, holding him close as you sat on the stage long after the show, both your legs dangling off the edge. It had been one of the best shows they’d played, and with their adrenaline still high, you all decided to bask in the moment for a little longer, watching the sun rise.

JJ jumped off the stage and onto the sand, scooping your body and holding you close to his bare chest, your fingers tracing and drawing shapes into his skin while he announced that you were both off to bed and that he’ll see them in a couple of hours seeing as it already was morning.

He whispered sweet promises, nipping at your ear and smothering you in kisses the whole walk back to the Chateau. Or more accurately, the whole time he carried you back, dropping you on his bed with a fake thud, and whining at how much he missed you.

He definitely showed you exactly how much he missed you…all of you.

And when you both turned up to brunch, a little sleep deprived, hickeys coating both of your skin, money was passed around, Pope unsurprisingly winning the round of bets. Laughter echoed as you buried your head into JJ’s chest, cheeks burning and smiles never leaving either of your faces. God if felt good to be home.

[whumpbug]

in dearest response to our silly crossover shenanigans:

lemme hear it!!! what do they think of my guys!!! i must know!!!!! <3333

YIPPEE!!!!! YIPEE!!!!!!!!!!! (haha i beat u too it)

about jj:

like you said, gene really likes that kid. he thinks he'd well-mannered and polite, but obviously a little reckless and he finds it endearing. i think he is able to clock the Tiredness in jj's eyes though, and knows he's been through more than he is letting on. still, he respects him and enjoys the fact that jj is able to act a bit more like a kid around him. he sort of reminds gene of himself when he was younger. he does the Dad Older brother thing where he just pats him firmly on the back whenever jj Does Anything. its endearingly awkward

(if gene found out about the four-wheeler thing, he would give jj a very Strong talking to. thats very dangerous buddy)

cassidy really likes jj too! he likes his attitude and his work ethic and moral code and overall thinks of him as a pretty stand-up guy. he appreciates his dedication to carrying out the mission and helping others because its something he takes very seriously as well. i need a dance off between them IMMEDIATELY. cassidy gets VERY competitive very easily and i think jj is his biggest threat to being the Best Dancer In The Room

about morrigan:

they,, they kind of creep gene out at first. especially if we're considering the time period difference. something about the way that fellow moves and looks is just. off. they're too clean and too perfect. gives gene the heebie jeebies. once he gets a bit more acquainted with them, he starts to see them for who they are and he comes to like their demeanor. he will never get over they way their eyes are though. it sends shivers down his spine.

cassidy's sole goal in the beginning is to flirt with morrigan (platonically. if that makes sense.) they are very beautiful to him and their programmed flirting is really fun to riff off of (and make gene a bit jealous in the process, of course). as for their parallels, i think cassidy can see them but chooses to ignore it. he is aware of the irony of him and a literal robot having a eerie amount in common but he's still DEEP in denial. very much unwilling to admit montana's faults.

set i am genuinely having such a blast writing about our guys. our sillies!!!! in your words, they are TURNING in my mind. spinning, perhaps. twirling even.

[unitcd]

@starkissedscars liked for an obx starter

"You know what helps ME figure shit out? Smoking beers and drinking weed."

[houseofwisteria]

" Ever see your girlfriend and just wanna start screaming like a banshee? She's so fucking pretty bro... "

[cameronsprincess]

i have two drafts that can be posted.

do we want: rafe smut or rafe x jj x reader smut?

[averagetmntfan]

JJ I did the thingies :DDD

I SAW-!! I NEED TO REPLY TO THEM BUT IM ON CALL W/ A FRIEND AND KEEP GETTING DISTRACTED AUGH

[featherandferns]

I immediately thought of JJ taking pics of reader in Daylight

AH YES!!! YES YES YES god he's so cute with his little smile aghhh 🫣