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texts between jjmaybank x reader…

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happy fourth, baby

the fourth of july was always a big thing in the outerbanks, an excuse to throw a party on the beach and get extremely intoxicated, on not only cheap beers but weed, the pogue special.

right now the beach is full of life, joy and excitement. some janky yet surprisingly extremely loud speaker is blasting music, all songs to do with america or being young, wild and free. tons of cheap alcohol and beer. sparklers being lit everywhere.

jj has an american flag tied around his shoulders, wearing it like a cape because he’s jj of course. shirtless with those same cargo shorts on which he literally always wears.

he walks over with two beers for the both of you and a sparkler which he hands you first, “hey, my little ‘merican princess”

“you’re an idiot” you laugh at his antics, letting him light the sparkler for you, you notice him out of the corner of your eye, looking your body up and down.

he lets out a low whistle, you’re in a red bikini, blue jean shorts with an american flag bandana tied through the belt loop of your shorts.

“stop staring” you mumble, pushing his face away.

he lets out a scoff sounding laugh, his eyes landing on a guy who happens to also be checking you out. “yeah i’m about to tell that guy the same.” he grumbles.

his eyes are already burning into the guys soul. “don’t,” you say softly, already knowing where he’s about to go with this. “we’re not starting the fourth with a fight, baby.” he squints slightly.

“i wasn’t gonna fight him” he mutters under his breath. “… i was just gonna talk… loudly… and hold a firework… in the same direction of his truck.”

“baby!” you giggle. “what? I’m celebrating the fourth!” he exclaims dramatically. you’ve known jj long enough to know what this is, is he mad? no, is he jealous? no, he just loves you so goddamn much.

he slings an arm around your waist, pulling you into him, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “you’re mine tonight” he murmurs. “i’m always yours, silly.” you reply in that sweet tone that melts him.

he grins against your skin. “yeah, but tonight… I’m gonna kiss you under every firework” his lips meet yours in a desperate kiss, his hands wandering just about everywhere they can, your ass, hips, waist, back, neck, hair, cheek, you name it.

“right here on the beach, huh?” you laugh into his kiss, feeling his hard on poking you. “you know me, baby, i’m a wild man” he smirks lazily.

he pulls back to look into your eyes, cupping your cheeks “happy fourth, baby” you smile up at him with those eyes that melt him. “happy fourth, j”

the party gets louder and louder as the sun sets more and more. sarah and john b are making out, kiara and pope are arguing and jj has you on his shoulders, both of you blissfully unaware and having far too much fun to notice.

the fourth of july party consisted of, everyone at the beach, watch the sunset, sparklers, fireworks, get drunk, then usually everyone would leave but the pogues go back to the chateau and usually a whole crowd follows because of jj and john b yelling about “come on party’s not over!” and “we got a keg!”

the celebrations wouldn’t finish until early the next morning.

as of right now you’re watching the fireworks, both of you sit in the sand, blanket draped over both of your legs, you’re sitting between jj’s legs, your back pressed against his chest.

you feel his hand sliding down… and down… and down, until his hand stuffs itself into your shorts. “j” you say with a gasp, looking around discreetly to make sure no one can see what’s going on under the blanket.

“relax, baby… you enjoy the fireworks while i enjoy my girl” he mumbles into your ear, his finger making tight circles on the most sensitive part of you.

“j people will see” you say, slightly breathless by his actions already.

“no they won’t,” he then shushes you.

he mumbles into your ear making shivers run down your spine. he knows your body more than you do, he knows every. single. thing. that gets you going, he’d figured out stuff you like before you did.

“mmmph” you moan, as his fingers rub with more efficiency. “this is just the beginning, cupcake” he smirks, pinching your cheek with his free hand and a big grin plastered on to his face.

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guys happy fourth of july!! stay safe, have fun. this is a slight twist and update to last years fourth of july fic, it’s short but sweet… happy fourth<3

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mob!jj x angel!reader ~ jj will kiss it better.

the scent of smoke and whiskey fills in the air of jj’s club, jazz music playing softly in the background. the red velvet, the black, the gold, everything so chic and of course every head turned when jj walked in just like always, although he wasn’t alone tonight.

he was with you.

you have your hair curled and done all pretty, glossy lips and a dress much too delicate for this joint. paired with the cutest heels and the ridiculously expensive fur coat jj had bought you only last week.

he leans closer into your ear “my angel, most beautiful fuckin’ girl here” he murmurs into your ear making you blush, you always did when he praised you.

which he did offen.

“table in the back, keep the the fucking vultures away from her” he says firmly as he warns his men.

currently, you were alone. for just a second, just long enough for jj to step over to the bar and talk to someone about business as he orders a whiskey on the rocks for himself and a simple virgin pinacolada for you, he lights a cigarette and balances it between his lips.

two men sit across from you, one in a brown colored tailored suit the other in navy, both of them looked older than you, maybe mid thirties? one leaned close, taking a swig of his cheap beer, “didn’t know jj was into babysitting” he lets out a scoff sounding laugh. “or are you just here to warm his lap… huh, sweet cheeks?” the other one just smirks. you freeze up, nerves washing over you, unsure about what to do. “come on, girl why don’t you warm up my lap?” he says.

the moment jj saw those men’s prying eyes on his beautiful angel he flew across the bar in seconds.

“the fuck did you just say to my girl?” he says, grabbing the one in brown by his suit. “boss” rafe speaks, stepping behind jj, rafe is one of jj’s men. his most trusted. “no.” jj warns causing rafe to take a slight step back, knowing not to interfere especially not when it came to you.

jj turns back to the man he currently has by the collar, “you don’t have the balls to repeat what you said to her to me… do ya, tough guy?” he says with a dry smirk. when the guy goes to speak, jj doesn’t even give him the chance to, he’s on him within five seconds, his ringed, clutched tight fist goes straight to the guys face, over and over, his other hand still clutching his suit jacket to keep him upright, allowing him to land more punches.

“you look at her, you’re fucking dead okay? you so much as breathe near her, you can count that as your last fucking breath alright?” he spits. the guy is now panting, his face is a total mess, covered in his own blood and swelling rapidly.

he grabs his face, “apologize like the weak little man you are” he says, forcing the guy to look at you, your eyes wide and scared as jj forces the guys beat up face to you. “sorry” he mumbles, barely able to speak or breathe as he tries to catch his breath, jj picks him up, throwing him to the floor.

he turns to the other man who’d been smirking along. “where’d your smirk go… huh?” jj chuckles sounding amused, he picks up one of the beer bottle’s they’d been drinking from, he smashes it on the table and holds it to the guys face instantly. threatening him with the now, sharp and broken glass bottle.

“you take your cheap, nasty beer, your lowlife buddy and get the fuck out of here before i kill you both… got that?” he says, his gun in his waistband glinting threateningly. the guy nods faster than humanly possible as he stands up.

john b drags them both out.

“you… you get the fuck out too!” jj shouts, to a guy literally sitting there, but maybe it was cause he’d looked just a little too long at jj, blinked too fast… who knows, jj could snap within seconds when it comes to his angel.

he sits himself down, pulling a cigarette out of the pack he’d had in his suit pocket. “you okay, baby?” he asks casually, as if he hadn’t just beaten and turned a man’s face into pulp.

you just nod, quiet and loyal like always. he smirks, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “alright…” he clears his throat, sitting up straighter as he leans over to pick up the deck of cards.

as they play, him and his men… they laugh, they drink, they smoke. he pulls you on to his lap.

you’re there, listening, smiling, helping him play after he teaches you the basics of each game, he kisses your cheek every now and then, just reminding you that he’s there… and that he’s got you, and nothing about that is ever gonna change.

“you keepin’ us lucky, sweetheart?” rafe teases. you smile, sweet and untouchable “uh huh.”

jj wraps an arm tighter around your waist at that little hum you did. “she’s more than lucky,” he mutters, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “she’s the whole reason i don’t burn this whole fucking place down.” you giggle quietly, playing with the chain bracelet around his wrist.

“you don’t gotta be good for anyone else. just me, angel.” he mumbles into your ear.

you’d learned pretty quickly what jj’s life was like. it was dangerous but he was the danger. never in your life would you have pictured yourself with the head of the biggest organized crime family in the outerbanks.

you liked the lifestyle he lived. though some of his decisions were maybe a little too crazy for you, he kept his people safe. his men and you.

jj didn’t have a family, no mother no father and that started when he was young, in his teens. two older italian men who were in their own organized crime group had took him in and introduced him to this lifestyle he now lives, and he took it over.

everyone knew jj. everyone knew never to talk down to jj. they knew to respect him and he’d respect them back.

jj would talk for hours on loyalty and respect because it’s what he lived by. he adores how respectful and loyal you are, from the moment he met you in that little diner he saw your cute hands adorned with bracelets and rings… with a bandage after a small burn incident from hot water, he almost shot the manager and sent men to burn the place into the ground, but instead he chose the more calm option and got you to quit.

you heard a lot of “you’re too beautiful to work, baby, you gotta let me take care of you okay?” and a whole lot more of “you need money? angel i’ll give you every dollar in my wallet, whatever you need.” he deeply deeply cared about you. it wasn’t control it was the certain need to give you the most peaceful life, he wanted to take care of you everyday, it felt rewarding to him. genuinely.

he’s obsessed with you in ways he can’t even explain.

in ways he’s never felt before.

that night he has business to do, the same business he was discussing at the bar earlier. he takes you home first, to his house and doesn’t come back until late.

jj has always been this soft, caring, possessive man when it came to you and you only.

to everyone else he was intimidating, violent and wouldn’t hesitate to raise his powerful fists. but sometimes? when jj and you had arguments, that scary man slipped through the cracks of the wall he’d built to protect you. and right now? it was slipping hard and fast.

jj came home from the business he had with blood splattered over his dress shirt, his knuckles are raw and his gun and jacket strewn across the countertop.

you’re standing there in front of him, baby doll dress all pretty and neat, hair curled and falling down your back now let down from earlier.

“angel, look-“ he sighs, running the back of his hand over his face.

“i don’t like the blood! everytime i feel like—“ he cuts you off instantly. “it’s not mine, it’s not mine” he says, cupping your cheeks. you sob, sure you knew it wasn’t his now, but it’s the shock of seeing all the blood when he gets home… the worry incase one day the blood does belong to him.

the sobs cause your body to shake, you shove his hands away, trying to calm yourself down, it’s scary seeing the man you love come home in blood… his “job” isn’t exactly the safest, there are men who would hang his head with pride as a hunter would his taxidermy.

when you shoved his hands away his eyebrows furrowed instantly and suddenly he looks mad. mad that you can’t just calm down. “it’s not mine, why are you upset?” he says, his voice snappy and his jaw tight.

“it still scares me!” you sob, pushing his hand away again as you wipe your tears.

“don’t fucking push my hand again.” he snaps, his voice sharp and demanding as he grips your jaw, tight enough to leave bruises. you jump slightly, he’s never sounded so stern with you before.

his hand covers your mouth firmly. “you don’t push me away? remember your goddamn place, got that?” his voice raises loudly, his eyes burning into yours, his face so close you can smell the whiskey and cigarettes on his breath.

“pushing me away?” he chuckles dryly, “i’ll tell you who’s fucking in control.” he snaps, throwing his whiskey glass at the wall, you gasp, covering your head with your arms, ducking out of the way as it smashes against the kitchen wall.

he shoves your face away, making you stumble backwards, his hands are so tightly clenched, his body so tense as he storms out, slamming the front door behind him.

you hear his engine rev outside as he starts his car, pulling away from the house.

you feel frozen in shock, taken back by his sudden aggression towards you, your knees feel weak, your head fuzzy. lip wobbling and tears streaming down your face.

you clean up the mess jj made and left. having to get down on to your hands and knees and scrub the sticky whiskey residue from the hardwood floors.

your shoulders tremble with sobs, which only seem to get worse when you throw away the shards of glass, slicing your palm open accidentally, you let out a yelp as you start to bleed.

you quickly going to the sink to rinse it with cold water. you dress it in bandages before getting dressed into your baby pink, frilly nightgown on before climbing in to bed, ready to sleep after the chaotic night you just had.

this was the first aggressive argument jj and you had ever had, the times before where he snapped are very rare, like once every two years rare, because you’re his special girl, why would he ever feel the need to snap at you?

jj had a deal going on with another mob, nothing too big, but something that could easily go wrong if one small plan changed, which it had, one of jj’s men revealing he was on the other side, jj resorted to beating him within an inch of his life, because loyalty? that wasn’t something jj maybank played around with.

loyalty, loyalty towards the people who stick by you, who help you, loyalty toward the people you love and cherish. respect, respect even to the enemy, “a disrespectful man is a weak man” jj always says, it’s something he stands so strongly on.

but sometimes don’t all of our emotions get the best of us? with the sudden snap in him tonight you knew it was a build up of intense stress and anger, because you always knew jj, your jj, the one who would never lift a finger to you with the intent of harm. the jj who would never speak down to you or even too loudly incase you got scared, which tonight you definitely did.

but part of you couldn’t help but feel the hint of worry, would this ever happen again? maybe. would a deal go wrong and cause jj to crash out on you again? it’s so likely that there is no way you can be certain.

jj maybank is so powerful, in the mafia, in the way he holds himself, in the way he talks. he knows what he’s doing, he’s strong willed. whereas you’re so soft, soft and domestic, soft in the way you hold yourself and the way you talk. that’s why he loves you. like a deer and a bear, you’re gentle and graceful, he’s heavy and stern. but that’s what draws you to each other.

as your eyes begin to flutter shut you hear the bedroom door open, lifting your head up from the soft pillow, seeing jj’s silhouette entering.

he groans softly, stripping out of his clothes, the bed dipping under him as he lays down, immediately shuffling close behind you, he can hear your soft sniffles, guilt causing his chest to tighten. “you up, angel?” he mumbles, his strong arm wrapping around you.

“yeah” you reply, voice quiet and trembling from previously crying. he moves his hand to intertwine his fingers with yours, his jaw tightening when he feels the dressing around your hand, his mind immediately filling with thoughts of who he has to kill.

“what happened?” he says, voice full of concern. you don’t reply, on the verge of crying yet again, your voice catches in your throat, making your lip tremble as you sniffle.

“hey… what happened to my angel? hmm?” he murmurs, nudging his nose against your cheek, knowing you’re upset and in need of his comfort.

“on the broken glass, was trying to clean it up” your voice mumbled and soft, like you’re afraid to talk too loud incase he gets mad again.

he hates it. it fills him with anger, anger at himself for letting his rage over mafia related issues unleash on you, his angel. “let me see” he says quietly, bringing your hand to his mouth “jj will kiss is better” he mumbles against it, pressing soft kisses over the dressed wound.

you feel yourself leaning back against him more, seeking his affection. he holds your hand gently in his, pressing his forehead against yours. “you scared?” he asks under his breath, to which you shake our head.

“were you?” he asks. you hesitate before nodding, still keeping quiet. he sighs softly.

“don’t like that. you should never be scared of me… i’m an asshole, okay? shit went wrong with a deal today, it got crazy… you had every right to be scared, i was stressed and seeing you upset makes me mad, i was never mad at you okay?” he says, kissing your face.

“i just get scared when i see the blood, what if one day it’s—” he cuts you off. “it never will be.” he guides your hand to his heart. “you feel that? that’s gonna beat as long as i got you right here” he says.

“i’m never gonna snap at you like that again, angel. my sweet angel, im sorry baby” he murmurs.

“it’s okay, jayj” you say softly, kissing him back, your hand still pressed against his chest. “get some sleep baby, i’ll hold you” he whispers against your ear, wrapping his strong arms around you, you’re asleep within seconds.

he listens to your soft, steady breathing. his own rage scares him sometimes, he hates being like that with you, he never wants to do it again, he just wants to keep you sweet and soft, he wants to keep that smile on your face no matter what.

the next day, while you’re getting ready, he watches you cover the bruises on your jaw with concealer, he leans down behind you to kiss your shoulder. “won’t happen again huh?” he says, your eyes meet his in the mirror. you nod gently, not quite sure why it was a question directed towards you, but you go with it nonetheless.

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i will always mourn rafe cameron season 2

those greasy bangs were literally everything

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mob!jj x angel!reader

the diner sat a block away from JJ’s club, humming softly with the low lull of a jukebox which sat in the corner, playing a frankie vali song.

the neon light flickered above the window “sweet talk diner” you worked closing shift that night, your boss, she was nice, an older lady who trusted you more than the other employees.

you worked with a white apron over your baby pink dress, hair pinned in a pretty manner. you always moved like something out of a dream, soft, comforting, flowy, sweet and elegant.

every friday you worked just past midnight, just before close.

and every friday? he would be there. jj.

he would come in. same seat, back booth. black coffee, two sugars. no cream. he’s the kind of man people cross the street to avoid. he’s all sharp jaw and violent stares but in a perfect tailored suit, ringed fingers and blood in his past.

he owns the club just a block away. he’s dangerous and cold, but you smile at him like he was the sweetest, most kind man in the room.

“same as always?” you’d ask, voice as soft as silk, and he’d nod, a gruff hum, taking a drag of his marlboro cigarette, he’d request a song to be played on the jukebox which tended to be johnny cash and he’d just sit there, with a coffee in one hand, his cigarette in the other.

he’d watch you from under heavy lashes, always silent and always waiting.

you started slipping him an extra sugar packet without saying anything, just a quiet rebellion tucked under the mug you handed him.

and he never ever mentioned it, but he always used it.

and one night, while you pour his coffee, he leans on the counter just across from you,

“you shouldn’t be this kind to people like me.”

you just shrug casually, “maybe you need it most” you say in the sweetest tone which causes him to smirk.

“you know who I am, sweetheart?”

“well I know you drink your coffee with two sugars and pretend you don’t have a sweet tooth.” you say with an innocent smile.

and right then? right when you looked at him the way you did with those pretty doe eyes he knew he was hooked.

that night he kissed your knuckles before leaving, tipped you $100, for good measure.

after that? he started giving you rides home in his crisp black chevy. and if you tried to protest he’d mumble something about you being “too sweet to walk home all alone in the dark”

every week like clockwork he stops by your house with a bouquet of flowers. simply because he wants to.

he knew he had found the one good thing in his life, and that thing is you.

you’re currently dressed in your pink nightgown, fluffy slippers on your feet as the door knocks.

you quietly walk downstairs to the door, jj is there with a bouquet of white lilies, it’s raining outside and he’s wet from the few steps he had to take from his car to your porch, that’s when he asked you out on a date.

the first date was at his club. he’d picked you up and handed you a little leather black box. “what’s this?” you’d asked politely, not expecting him to have some type of gift to give you right before going into his club for the first time.

“just something… open it would ya?” he says, slightly inpatient but no bite to his tone.

as you open it, it reveals a beautiful necklace, earrings and bracelet set. “oh… you… really you shouldn’t have”

“what? you don’t like them?” he asks, voice in the same steady tone as always but you didn’t miss the tiny slither of worry? panic even, that slipped right through his demeanor.

“no, no i do, i really really do it’s just… these must have been so expensive, i mean they’re so beautiful” you say, your voice soft and sweet just like he loves.

he is immediately relieved but he doesn’t show it. “i’d buy you these in every color. now put them on” he says with a smirk.

once you head into the club with your new jewelry sparkling under the dim light, he takes you to your table by heading through a different door than anyone else had, walking through the kitchen, where no one else other than workers seemed to be, every single one of them waving and smiling like they’re jj’s closest friends, or maybe they’re just scared shitless.

once you reach the table a man comes over, a tall man with brown hair slicked back “you must be the girl who’s making the boss here the luckiest bastard in this whole place huh?” he smirks, kissing your cheek, you look at jj nervously.

he winks at you “this, baby, this is rafe, he works for me” jj says, introducing the man who’d just kissed your cheek.

“you work at the club?” you ask politely, wanting to get to know how it all works.

rafe and jj laugh, a laugh that you didn’t quite understand yet, like they were amused by your question, like it was funny, funny how? you didn’t know yet.

they didn’t answer your question but you didn’t pry either. a few more men were introduced to you, all with italian backgrounds just like jj, and rafe. each greeted you with a charming smile and a kiss on the cheek.

it went swimmingly. so good that he’d already arranged the next few. “you had fun?” he asked you, his hand coming up to tuck your hair behind your ear as you looked at him from where you sat in his passenger seat.

“i had a lot of fun, i really like spending time with you” you reply in a gentle tone of voice.

“yeah? makes me real happy to hear. tomorrow at six i’ll come pick you up” he says, it’s not a question it’s almost a demand.

“okay, see you tomorrow” you say, blush creeping up on to your cheeks, he cups both of them with his big hands, placing a gentle kiss to your lips. he tastes like whiskey and mint, making you shiver slightly.

“tomorrow, angel.” he mumbles before getting out of his car and opening the door for you, he doesn’t leave until you’re inside.

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greaser!jj x dollface!reader

jj maybank was the known trouble maker of the outerbanks when he was a teenager. he’s twenty now, a man. sure sometimes he can make rash decisions but all together he’s more mature now. less chaotic.

jj knew you, of course he did, he knew just about everyone in kildare. and you so happened to be his favorite, and hell you didn’t even know it yet.

first time he spoke to you was when the summer sun was beaming down he had a plain white tshirt on and jeans. a cigarette perfectly balanced between two fingers. he spotted you a mile away, baby pink dress, all frills and ruffles. with long hair which was curled and flowed down your back.

you were helping set up the carnival which was happening this summer, you were handing out fliers. when you saw him walk over you of course offered him one.“afternoon’ dollface” he smirks, taking a flyer from you. “afternoon” you say softly, a nervous smile on your face.

“you helping set up the carnival, darlin?” he asks, the pet names flowing out naturally. “i’m just handing out these, information about it all” you reply, keeping the fliers tucked to your chest. “say, what’s your name?” he says as he leans against the wall next to you. when you tell him he looks you up and down approvingly. “pretty. like you” he nods.

“you going to the carnival?” he asks casually, taking a drag of his cigarette. you nod, of course you were, you loved carnivals, the cotton candy, the games, the rides, the popcorn, the stuffed animals. you kept your cool and nodded gently “yeah i think so”

“you know… i wouldn’t normally go to shit like this but… if you’re going would that mean i get to see this beautiful face again?” he asks, his rough hand coming up to gently touch your cheek. you blush, unable to control it “uhm… yeah… guess so”

“i’m jj, jj maybank.” he says, letting his hand drop from your cheek. “yeah i know” you say sweetly. “you know?” he smirks, raising an eyebrow, seemingly amused by your response. “yeah you’re the one who fixes up cars, huh?” you say, of course you also knew of him from other occurrences. like fighting. arrests. all the usual jj behavior and he knew that too, maybe that’s why he was so amused by you only mentioning the mechanic part.

“yeah sweetheart” he nods, pausing to take another drag of his cigarette before continuing. “you got someone to take you to this thing?” he questions. “mm-mm” you hum shaking your head. “that’s a shame. that’s a real real shame.” he sighs shaking his head like he’s disappointed.

“why don’t i take you? my treat, you seem like a nice girl, think i wanna get to know you more, sweetheart” he smiles, a charming smile. you feel your heart flutter nervously. “well maybe my friends wanted go with me but… yeah, i’ll go with you” you say practically beaming at the idea.

“yeah?” he says, his smile not budging. you nod, smiling uncontrollably. “well, maybe we go out to the diner tomorrow night? get to know you more, saturday we’ll come to the carnival” he plans, your already nodding along before he can finish, diner and the carnival? like a date. you’re going on a date with jj maybank. the guy you’d crushed on secretly for a while now, i mean who wouldn’t?

the next day you spend practically the whole day getting ready, wearing a dress like always, a pink one, flowy and ruffles like always, and your white shoes. you tie your laces, spray an extra spritz of your favorite perfume. some sparkly baby pink eyeshadow and let down your hair you’d had in rollers.

your mom and dad would never allow this, of course that played on your mind but jj was sweet, at least he seemed that way, so what harm could he cause? you felt terrible about it but you lie to your mom and dad on the way out, milkshakes with sarah was your brilliant excuse but hell it worked.

jj picked you up in his car an old, sleek yet beautiful car he’d fixed up “hi” you say sweetly as he opens the door for you “well hi to you too” he smirks.

when you get to the diner he guides you to a booth, sitting across from you. “my treat, get anything you want” he says, handing you a menu, letting you pick. a few minutes later the waitress comes to take your orders “a chocolate milkshake for the lady and a beer is fine for me, thanks” he says, politely.

when the drinks come you fiddle with the straw a little, usually you’d eat the whip cream before drinking but somehow it didn’t seem like a great idea in this given moment. that was until his hand leaned over, his finger scooping up a little whip cream, dotting it on to your nose causing you to giggle.

he seemed pleased with himself when you laughed. like he was glad you were happy with him. he watches you take a sip, like he was fascinated by you. “so why did you wanna take me out?” you say, a little whip cream on your cheek from the sip you’d taken. “well i think you’re the most beautiful girl i’ve ever laid my eyes upon” he smirks, reaching over to wipe away the whip cream, bringing his thumb to his mouth after, casually.

“is that okay? you happy i brought you here?” he asks. “yeah, it’s great, i’m really happy you asked me” you blab excitedly. he asks you all different questions, by the time you’d finished your milkshake he knew your favorite color, drink, movie, music, and food, he knew it all, he was throwing question after question like it was an interrogation.

he has you home by eight thirty. there was something different about you he loved, it was the innocence, you were sweet, kind, caring and soft without trying, it all came naturally to you. you’re eighteen. most girls your age are out partying every weekend but you seemed to prefer carnivals and movie nights. you were calm. peaceful. he craved that.

the next day as promised he showed up at six thirty. carnival time, again your excuse was going to the carnival with sarah. it wasn’t like it was a total lie. you were going to the carnival… just not with sarah.

he whistled when he saw you, making you blush almost instantly, you looked cute real cute, cute shirt, cute skirt. “you look real beautiful” he says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as he looked down at you. “really?” you swallow, your breath hitching a little. “i don’t lie, baby, only say things i mean” he winks, settling you into the passenger seat before getting into the drivers side.

the carnival was packed, familes, friends, couples, everyone having a blast. your eyes were wide and full of excitement the second you got out of jj’s car. you could smell the popcorn and cotton candy, funnel cakes and beer. “what first, dollface?” he asked. he played games with you. shooting ones, throwing ones, he won everytime, his biceps flexing as he did so. he won you a bunny stuffed animal which you held in one hand, the other holding your cotton candy.

after multiple games you go on some rides together, he gets you popcorn before you head for the ferris wheel. “you been on one of these before?” he asks “no…” you say hesitantly, he could sense your nerves as he let you in first, sitting next to you as the ride began.

“does it stop at the top?” you say, looking down already “yeah, sweetheart it does, why? you scared?” he questions. you just nod, looking out of the window. “you trust me?” he asks, his hand cupping your cheek, making you look at him. “mhm” you hum. “good. your safe with me.” he says firmly.

you look at him, this sweet guy, who’d just spent a shit ton of dollars on food, games and rides for you was making sure you knew just how safe you were with him, and truthfully you’d never felt so safe before. you’d never felt comfortable so easily before. never. it was new for you and you loved it, you felt yourself moving a little closer to him, he could sense it. his arm rested on the back of your seat. you could smell him, his cologne. it was good. real good.

you shuffle a little closer, the cold breeze from being up high made you shiver. “cold?” he asks, you nod in response. he takes off his brown leather jacket, wrapping it around you. “gotta keep you warm” he said softly like it was his duty. when you got back down to the bottom you felt his hand meet yours, your fingers lacing together, his big hand enveloped yours, it felt rough against your soft skin.

jj maybank had a reputation… sure he did. but right now? right now he wasn’t up to no good jj. he was soft. he was a gentleman. “you’re really kind” you say softly making his heart melt. “yeah? don’t sound too surprised, angel” he quips. “people say stuff about you” you respond, he squeezes your hand a little, tensing up. “yeah, they do… you listen when they say these things?” he asks. “no. never will”

jj maybank wasn’t what people deemed him to be. he wasn’t a criminal, he sure as hell wasn’t a bad guy. he was… different.

he takes you back to his car once you guys had practically done everything. “did you have a good time?” he asks, kissing your hand, your cheeks flush at the gesture. “i did, thank you, j” you say, that sweet nickname leaving your lips practically melts him. his hand grips your chin delicately, he leans in closer, your heart thuds loudly against your chest as his lips press to yours.

the butterflies explode again for the third time tonight. your first kiss. after your first date. he gets you home safely. “can i take you out again, dollface?” he says, thumb brushing against your bottom lip, you nod, “i really wanna see you again” you say, all sweetly, he smiles, visibly pleased by your words. “i’ll see you soon, sweetheart” he winks before getting out and walking around to your side of the car, opening the door for you and watching as you walk inside with the stuffed bunny he won you.

he was already planning what to do next.

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.masterlist.

the

.mob!jj x angel!reader

➴ sweet talk diner

➴ jj will kiss it better

.greaser!jj x dollface!reader

➴ whip cream and carnivals

.criminal!jj x sweetheart!reader

➴ to be continued

.hunter!jj x sunshine!reader

➴ to be continued

.countryboy!jj x countrygirl!reader

➴ to be continued

.gunner!jj x bambi!reader

➴ to be continued

.jj maybank x reader

➴ happy fourth, baby (fourth of july special)

➴ texting with jj

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hihi missy :3!! howyabeen girlie!

HIII illi omg i missed u i just found this :(

i’m good hru?!?!?🥰🥰🥰

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gunner!jj who...

keeps everything, keeps your poems, letters, pictures, in an old shoebox with “from my girl” written in sharpie on top of it.

keeps a photo of you tucked into his hat... a picture he took, you’re all giddy and smiling, cheeks flushed, hair spread out on to the pillow, covered in the sheets and only the sheets after he’d made love to you.

has thoughts of you while he’s deployed, thinking about your future together... and what he can’t wait to get home and do to you.

will brag about you to the other guys with the biggest smirk on his face... but if one of them tries to even say your name? a fight will definitely break out.

“i missed every fucking inch of you” he’ll say, kissing down your body, hands trailing over every curve... as soon as he’s home.

still slightly chaotic, will always fight if someone is being an ass. he’s the most loyal man on earth.

gunner!jj who joined the military to escape the life his dad had him living and partly to prove that he’s never gonna end up like him.

bambi!reader who...

writes letters and poems to jj all the time, she knows they help him... what with him telling her and all.

cries after every phone call, curling up in bed in his sweatshirt, hugging his pillow, spraying his cologne on to it, closing her eyes to imagine he’s there, holding her in his protecting arms.

immediately brightens when he’s home... when she wakes up to an empty warm dip in the bed, getting up and walking downstairs to find jj shirtless in his dog tags cooking breakfast, cigarette hanging from between his lips.

loves to bake little goodies, jj is the first to get to them, eating five in a row and asking why she didn't make more.

bambi!reader who is shy, gets all bashful when jj flirts, she got the nickname bambi after watching the movie with jj and crying at the sad parts, that’s when he was sure he’d fell for her, her kindness, her soft heart and sweet soul.

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greaser!jj who…

grew up wild, always causing trouble, and then of course going home to his dad... and that’s another story.

smokes outside of the church. will scoff as he does so. believes it's all a bunch of made up bullshit.

wears a leather jacket all the time, and when it’s cold? it’s over your shoulders.

he jokes about everything but when you start opening up? he gets real quiet, doesn't joke once, doesn’t make any comments or attempts to tease you, just listens.

"jesus christ, i'm not telling you to burn the bible, dollface i'm telling you to just stop letting it tell you who to be.”

is misunderstood, he’s rebellious, he’s a troublemaker, he’s wild. but really he’s the sweetest gentleman to you. everyone around the outerbanks says he’s destined to turn out just like his father but you know he won’t.

dollface!reader who...

flinches everytime someone swears, she thinks it’s much too harsh. but she immediately get used to jj’s constant cursing.

her parents preach obedience and if she’s out of line? punished immediately. which is partly why she lives in fear.

she has a fake journal she writes in, because she knows her mother reads them... she keeps her real one under her mattress, the ones that she writes everything in. including stuff about jj.

she dresses in cute dresses, vintage and pastel, puffy skirts and ruffles, hair always styled with a crucifix necklace around her neck.

she was taught that love should hurt, so when jj treats her like a princess, all gentle and sweet, she cries.

“they always tell me that you’re dangerous but... i’ve never felt safer than i do when i’m with you” she’ll tell him.

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countryboy!jj who…

walks around shirtless most of the time, “‘s too hot” when it genuinely isn’t... he just wants you to check him out... which you always do.

built you a swing from the thick branch of the big oak tree, it creaks when you use it, and he always makes sure to tighten the rope after every storm just incase.

who falls asleep constantly, his hat covering his face as he snores with the top buttons of his flannel open.

“ain’t nothin’ i’d change ‘bout you baby, except maybe your last name” he drawls in that southern accent with a smirk on his face.

has matching scars with you from falling and jumping from trees as a kid... all his idea of course.

who always teases you but the minute he senses that you’re feeling down he softens up and does everything for you, “no put that down, baby i got it” is all you hear.

countrygirl!reader who…

chews gum like it’s a statement, blowing bubbles while she makes direct eye contact, punching jj’s arm when he pops them.

always calls jj “cowboy”. “sure thing, cowboy, whatever you say” she’ll mumble as she rolls her eyes.

has her cowgirl boots and hat on everyday, dressed in denim or cute sundresses.

is the best at starting campfires, jj knows but always fights her on it... just so she gets mad enough that her eyebrows furrow into the cutest grumpy expression.

claims she “don't need help!” but is back within thirty seconds with a pout on her face “can you help?... it’s too heavy” to which jj always will... after he teases her “oh so you need a big strong man's help?” “yeah you seen any around cowboy?”

would kill for jj and he knows it. she always has his back. the farm is on shared land acres and acres of it. on one side is a house which jj lives in with his old man. on the other side she lives with her mother. one time his dad came out yellin’ at jj and she almost swung for him.

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headcannons for new au’s out so so soon !!!

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WOW NEW THEME!!

YAAA it’s not done yet but YEAH

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greaser!jj x dollface!reader

jj maybank was the known trouble maker of the outerbanks when he was a teenager. he’s twenty now, a man. sure sometimes he can make rash decisions but all together he’s more mature now. less chaotic.

jj knew you, of course he did, he knew just about everyone in kildare. and you so happened to be his favorite, and hell you didn’t even know it yet.

first time he spoke to you was when the summer sun was beaming down he had a plain white tshirt on and jeans. a cigarette perfectly balanced between two fingers. he spotted you a mile away, baby pink dress, all frills and ruffles. with long hair which was curled and flowed down your back.

you were helping set up the carnival which was happening this summer, you were handing out fliers. when you saw him walk over you of course offered him one.“afternoon’ dollface” he smirks, taking a flyer from you. “afternoon” you say softly, a nervous smile on your face.

“you helping set up the carnival, darlin?” he asks, the pet names flowing out naturally. “i’m just handing out these, information about it all” you reply, keeping the fliers tucked to your chest. “say, what’s your name?” he says as he leans against the wall next to you. when you tell him he looks you up and down approvingly. “pretty. like you” he nods.

“you going to the carnival?” he asks casually, taking a drag of his cigarette. you nod, of course you were, you loved carnivals, the cotton candy, the games, the rides, the popcorn, the stuffed animals. you kept your cool and nodded gently “yeah i think so”

“you know… i wouldn’t normally go to shit like this but… if you’re going would that mean i get to see this beautiful face again?” he asks, his rough hand coming up to gently touch your cheek. you blush, unable to control it “uhm… yeah… guess so”

“i’m jj, jj maybank.” he says, letting his hand drop from your cheek. “yeah i know” you say sweetly. “you know?” he smirks, raising an eyebrow, seemingly amused by your response. “yeah you’re the one who fixes up cars, huh?” you say, of course you also knew of him from other occurrences. like fighting. arrests. all the usual jj behavior and he knew that too, maybe that’s why he was so amused by you only mentioning the mechanic part.

“yeah sweetheart” he nods, pausing to take another drag of his cigarette before continuing. “you got someone to take you to this thing?” he questions. “mm-mm” you hum shaking your head. “that’s a shame. that’s a real real shame.” he sighs shaking his head like he’s disappointed.

“why don’t i take you? my treat, you seem like a nice girl, think i wanna get to know you more, sweetheart” he smiles, a charming smile. you feel your heart flutter nervously. “well maybe my friends wanted go with me but… yeah, i’ll go with you” you say practically beaming at the idea.

“yeah?” he says, his smile not budging. you nod, smiling uncontrollably. “well, maybe we go out to the diner tomorrow night? get to know you more, saturday we’ll come to the carnival” he plans, your already nodding along before he can finish, diner and the carnival? like a date. you’re going on a date with jj maybank. the guy you’d crushed on secretly for a while now, i mean who wouldn’t?

the next day you spend practically the whole day getting ready, wearing a dress like always, a pink one, flowy and ruffles like always, and your white shoes. you tie your laces, spray an extra spritz of your favorite perfume. some sparkly baby pink eyeshadow and let down your hair you’d had in rollers.

your mom and dad would never allow this, of course that played on your mind but jj was sweet, at least he seemed that way, so what harm could he cause? you felt terrible about it but you lie to your mom and dad on the way out, milkshakes with sarah was your brilliant excuse but hell it worked.

jj picked you up in his car an old, sleek yet beautiful car he’d fixed up “hi” you say sweetly as he opens the door for you “well hi to you too” he smirks.

when you get to the diner he guides you to a booth, sitting across from you. “my treat, get anything you want” he says, handing you a menu, letting you pick. a few minutes later the waitress comes to take your orders “a chocolate milkshake for the lady and a beer is fine for me, thanks” he says, politely.

when the drinks come you fiddle with the straw a little, usually you’d eat the whip cream before drinking but somehow it didn’t seem like a great idea in this given moment. that was until his hand leaned over, his finger scooping up a little whip cream, dotting it on to your nose causing you to giggle.

he seemed pleased with himself when you laughed. like he was glad you were happy with him. he watches you take a sip, like he was fascinated by you. “so why did you wanna take me out?” you say, a little whip cream on your cheek from the sip you’d taken. “well i think you’re the most beautiful girl i’ve ever laid my eyes upon” he smirks, reaching over to wipe away the whip cream, bringing his thumb to his mouth after, casually.

“is that okay? you happy i brought you here?” he asks. “yeah, it’s great, i’m really happy you asked me” you blab excitedly. he asks you all different questions, by the time you’d finished your milkshake he knew your favorite color, drink, movie, music, and food, he knew it all, he was throwing question after question like it was an interrogation.

he has you home by eight thirty. there was something different about you he loved, it was the innocence, you were sweet, kind, caring and soft without trying, it all came naturally to you. you’re eighteen. most girls your age are out partying every weekend but you seemed to prefer carnivals and movie nights. you were calm. peaceful. he craved that.

the next day as promised he showed up at six thirty. carnival time, again your excuse was going to the carnival with sarah. it wasn’t like it was a total lie. you were going to the carnival… just not with sarah.

he whistled when he saw you, making you blush almost instantly, you looked cute real cute, cute shirt, cute skirt. “you look real beautiful” he says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as he looked down at you. “really?” you swallow, your breath hitching a little. “i don’t lie, baby, only say things i mean” he winks, settling you into the passenger seat before getting into the drivers side.

the carnival was packed, familes, friends, couples, everyone having a blast. your eyes were wide and full of excitement the second you got out of jj’s car. you could smell the popcorn and cotton candy, funnel cakes and beer. “what first, dollface?” he asked. he played games with you. shooting ones, throwing ones, he won everytime, his biceps flexing as he did so. he won you a bunny stuffed animal which you held in one hand, the other holding your cotton candy.

after multiple games you go on some rides together, he gets you popcorn before you head for the ferris wheel. “you been on one of these before?” he asks “no…” you say hesitantly, he could sense your nerves as he let you in first, sitting next to you as the ride began.

“does it stop at the top?” you say, looking down already “yeah, sweetheart it does, why? you scared?” he questions. you just nod, looking out of the window. “you trust me?” he asks, his hand cupping your cheek, making you look at him. “mhm” you hum. “good. your safe with me.” he says firmly.

you look at him, this sweet guy, who’d just spent a shit ton of dollars on food, games and rides for you was making sure you knew just how safe you were with him, and truthfully you’d never felt so safe before. you’d never felt comfortable so easily before. never. it was new for you and you loved it, you felt yourself moving a little closer to him, he could sense it. his arm rested on the back of your seat. you could smell him, his cologne. it was good. real good.

you shuffle a little closer, the cold breeze from being up high made you shiver. “cold?” he asks, you nod in response. he takes off his brown leather jacket, wrapping it around you. “gotta keep you warm” he said softly like it was his duty. when you got back down to the bottom you felt his hand meet yours, your fingers lacing together, his big hand enveloped yours, it felt rough against your soft skin.

jj maybank had a reputation… sure he did. but right now? right now he wasn’t up to no good jj. he was soft. he was a gentleman. “you’re really kind” you say softly making his heart melt. “yeah? don’t sound too surprised, angel” he quips. “people say stuff about you” you respond, he squeezes your hand a little, tensing up. “yeah, they do… you listen when they say these things?” he asks. “no. never will”

jj maybank wasn’t what people deemed him to be. he wasn’t a criminal, he sure as hell wasn’t a bad guy. he was… different.

he takes you back to his car once you guys had practically done everything. “did you have a good time?” he asks, kissing your hand, your cheeks flush at the gesture. “i did, thank you, j” you say, that sweet nickname leaving your lips practically melts him. his hand grips your chin delicately, he leans in closer, your heart thuds loudly against your chest as his lips press to yours.

the butterflies explode again for the third time tonight. your first kiss. after your first date. he gets you home safely. “can i take you out again, dollface?” he says, thumb brushing against your bottom lip, you nod, “i really wanna see you again” you say, all sweetly, he smiles, visibly pleased by your words. “i’ll see you soon, sweetheart” he winks before getting out and walking around to your side of the car, opening the door for you and watching as you walk inside with the stuffed bunny he won you.

he was already planning what to do next.

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mob!jj x angel!reader

the diner sat a block away from JJ’s club, humming softly with the low lull of a jukebox which sat in the corner, playing a frankie vali song.

the neon light flickered above the window “sweet talk diner” you worked closing shift that night, your boss, she was nice, an older lady who trusted you more than the other employees.

you worked with a white apron over your baby pink dress, hair pinned in a pretty manner. you always moved like something out of a dream, soft, comforting, flowy, sweet and elegant.

every friday you worked just past midnight, just before close.

and every friday? he would be there. jj.

he would come in. same seat, back booth. black coffee, two sugars. no cream. he’s the kind of man people cross the street to avoid. he’s all sharp jaw and violent stares but in a perfect tailored suit, ringed fingers and blood in his past.

he owns the club just a block away. he’s dangerous and cold, but you smile at him like he was the sweetest, most kind man in the room.

“same as always?” you’d ask, voice as soft as silk, and he’d nod, a gruff hum, taking a drag of his marlboro cigarette, he’d request a song to be played on the jukebox which tended to be johnny cash and he’d just sit there, with a coffee in one hand, his cigarette in the other.

he’d watch you from under heavy lashes, always silent and always waiting.

you started slipping him an extra sugar packet without saying anything, just a quiet rebellion tucked under the mug you handed him.

and he never ever mentioned it, but he always used it.

and one night, while you pour his coffee, he leans on the counter just across from you,

“you shouldn’t be this kind to people like me.”

you just shrug casually, “maybe you need it most” you say in the sweetest tone which causes him to smirk.

“you know who I am, sweetheart?”

“well I know you drink your coffee with two sugars and pretend you don’t have a sweet tooth.” you say with an innocent smile.

and right then? right when you looked at him the way you did with those pretty doe eyes he knew he was hooked.

that night he kissed your knuckles before leaving, tipped you $100, for good measure.

after that? he started giving you rides home in his crisp black chevy. and if you tried to protest he’d mumble something about you being “too sweet to walk home all alone in the dark”

every week like clockwork he stops by your house with a bouquet of flowers. simply because he wants to.

he knew he had found the one good thing in his life, and that thing is you.

you’re currently dressed in your pink nightgown, fluffy slippers on your feet as the door knocks.

you quietly walk downstairs to the door, jj is there with a bouquet of white lilies, it’s raining outside and he’s wet from the few steps he had to take from his car to your porch, that’s when he asked you out on a date.

the first date was at his club. he’d picked you up and handed you a little leather black box. “what’s this?” you’d asked politely, not expecting him to have some type of gift to give you right before going into his club for the first time.

“just something… open it would ya?” he says, slightly inpatient but no bite to his tone.

as you open it, it reveals a beautiful necklace, earrings and bracelet set. “oh… you… really you shouldn’t have”

“what? you don’t like them?” he asks, voice in the same steady tone as always but you didn’t miss the tiny slither of worry? panic even, that slipped right through his demeanor.

“no, no i do, i really really do it’s just… these must have been so expensive, i mean they’re so beautiful” you say, your voice soft and sweet just like he loves.

he is immediately relieved but he doesn’t show it. “i’d buy you these in every color. now put them on” he says with a smirk.

once you head into the club with your new jewelry sparkling under the dim light, he takes you to your table by heading through a different door than anyone else had, walking through the kitchen, where no one else other than workers seemed to be, every single one of them waving and smiling like they’re jj’s closest friends, or maybe they’re just scared shitless.

once you reach the table a man comes over, a tall man with brown hair slicked back “you must be the girl who’s making the boss here the luckiest bastard in this whole place huh?” he smirks, kissing your cheek, you look at jj nervously.

he winks at you “this, baby, this is rafe, he works for me” jj says, introducing the man who’d just kissed your cheek.

“you work at the club?” you ask politely, wanting to get to know how it all works.

rafe and jj laugh, a laugh that you didn’t quite understand yet, like they were amused by your question, like it was funny, funny how? you didn’t know yet.

they didn’t answer your question but you didn’t pry either. a few more men were introduced to you, all with italian backgrounds just like jj, and rafe. each greeted you with a charming smile and a kiss on the cheek.

it went swimmingly. so good that he’d already arranged the next few. “you had fun?” he asked you, his hand coming up to tuck your hair behind your ear as you looked at him from where you sat in his passenger seat.

“i had a lot of fun, i really like spending time with you” you reply in a gentle tone of voice.

“yeah? makes me real happy to hear. tomorrow at six i’ll come pick you up” he says, it’s not a question it’s almost a demand.

“okay, see you tomorrow” you say, blush creeping up on to your cheeks, he cups both of them with his big hands, placing a gentle kiss to your lips. he tastes like whiskey and mint, making you shiver slightly.

“tomorrow, angel.” he mumbles before getting out of his car and opening the door for you, he doesn’t leave until you’re inside.