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jj swears he fell for you the first time you laughed at one of his stupid jokes instead of rolling your eyes at him like everyone else usually does.
he acts annoyed when you make him wear sunscreen but secretly loves when you rub it over his nose and cheeks because it’s one of the few kinds of soft affection he’s gotten used to.
if you’re naturally affectionate he becomes clingy without even realising it. always has an arm around your waist, hooking his finger through your belt loop, pulling you into his chest while he talks to people.
when he’s having bad nights he shows up at your window without texting first and just quietly crawls into bed beside you.
the thing he loves most is that you never make him feel like he’s “too much” to love. you just have a way with people.
you have him wrapped around your finger without even trying. one smile from you and suddenly he’s agreeing to things he swore he’d never do.
compliments from each other go something like this.
you: “well you look mighty fine as always, jj.”
jj: “not as fine as you though, sunshine. swear you walk around this island tryin’ to ruin my life.”
he’d teach you how to drive the boat while standing behind you with his hands over yours on the wheel.
jj is the type to randomly kiss you mid sentence because he “couldn’t help it”.
when he gets hurt doing something reckless he tries to act tough until you start patching him up then suddenly he’s hissing dramatically and whining for attention.
the first time you say “i love you” he goes completely quiet for a second because nobody’s ever said it to him in a way that felt real before. after that he says it all the time. whispered against your lips, mumbled half asleep and yelled across the beach.
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a/n: this was so cute!! i felt like sunshine! reader would suit jj the best so i really hope you guys like it and i can’t wait to right some fics for them! :))
you ruined my life (by not being mine) - jj maybank
summary: from the moment jj meets you, he’s determined to hate you, and when he can’t hate you, he’s determined to ignore you, and when that doesn’t work and neither does forgetting you, well, what other option is there?
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a/n: haters to lovers and an ode to the ten things i hate about you despite the fact that i've never seen it 🤭 i'm only two years late in posting this, but who's counting?
Your hair whipped wildly around your face as you struggled to tame it against the wind blowing in from the open roof of Sarah's Jeep.
Her music was blaring and she was singing along at full tilt to her favorite summer playlist; you couldn't help but smile and laugh as she sang to you like she was putting on a show.
have number, will call.
jj maybank x fem!kook!reader
summary — You met JJ Maybank at a party while you were drunk. You accidentally gave him your number. He just thought you were another annoying kook until he started talking with you. What you didn’t know was that JJ Maybank was persistent in getting things he wanted.
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ruin the friendship
jj maybank x reader smau
part one - two - three - four
a/n’s : hehe had fun with this one!! next part may be the last one :( this show has taken over my life😭
jj maybank x gf!reader SMAU
jj maybank x fem reader
fluffy beach day kinda thing but jj likes to call reader ma and then he gets REALLLYYYY sunburnt wnd spends the rest of the week complaining and making reader take care of him
Consequences of your actions
Pairings: boyfriend!JJ Maybank x girlfriend!Reader
Request! - blurb: JJ and the reader had decided to have a beach day since both of them didn’t have to work. JJ, being the stubborn person he is, refused to wear sunscreen. Insisting that he won’t get sunburnt. Newsflash; he does. So he makes reader play nurse for the rest of the week.
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JJ Maybank always had to do things the hard way.
Never made things easier for himself. When he had one thought, it was only that one. Nothing else stood out.
Even when he was a kid. Though it always annoyed John B, which only made JJ do it more.
Once he started dating you, it annoyed you at first. But then you just got used to it, much to his pleasure.
All week JJ had been hounding you to go to the beach with him, always saying how it was peak surfing time.
Eventually he wore you down enough to where you caved after the twelfth attempt of hearing the constant, “c’mon ma, let’s go. It’s literally peak time. I’ll wash away without ya.”
So in the present moment when you tried to apply sunscreen to his skin, after he had already decided not to wear it, he immediately dodged your hand.
“No, nope, ma. Don’t need that greasy shit.”
JJ grins, moving away from your hand again as you try to apply it to his back.
You huff softly, stopping from trying to put it on him for a second. “JJ, you’ll get a sunburn. Trust me, they’re not fun. They hurt like a bitch.”
JJ rolls his eyes playfully, “Oh please. I don’t burn ma. Never have.” That cocky grin on his stupidly handsome face as he looks at you.
You put your hands up in acceptance, shrugging your shoulders. “Hey, your choice. Don’t say I didn’t tell you so when it bites you in the ass.”
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Hours later when you both had gotten back to the chateau after a long hot summer day of surfing, both of you headed to the guest room JJ deemed ‘his’, and swiftly passed out on the bed exhausted.
It was evening by the time you roused from sleep. Blearily looking around the room, taking in the sun setting.
You glance around tiredly, rubbing your eyes before you zero in on something. Or someone.
JJ’s bare back facing you, beat red and looking very agitated.
You gently place your hand on his back, causing a hiss to escape JJ.
“The fuck—?” JJ murmurs sleepily, shifting around in the bed to face you. A grumpy expression on his also sunburnt face. Oh shit you thought.
“Why are you prodding me?” He grumbles, burying his face into the pillow.
“JJ.”
“Mhm.” He barely registers your tone.
“J, you’re sunburnt.” You press gently on his shoulder.
JJ practically yelped, “Ow! Don’t do that ma.”
“Look at yourself JJ, you’re pretty much beat red.”
“Fuck. Hurts like a bitch.”
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It had only been a couple days and JJ had been milking this as much as he could. Making you play nurse, taking care of him when he whined like a kicked puppy.
You felt bad, but at the same time you made damn sure to rub it in of the fact that you told him so.
He had been trying to peel his skin, but you had to lightly slap his hand away and apply aloe vera so it could take some of the heat away from his skin.
“Maaa,” JJ drags the nickname on. Another day of hearing him complain about how uncomfortable he is. “Mama I need ya’.”
You roll your eyes playfully as you glance at Kiara, who was in the kitchen with you.
“Have fun.” Kiara teases you, watching as you disappear from the kitchen.
You walk into the bedroom, taking in the sight in front of you. JJ sprawled out on your shared bed, lying just in his boxers. Looking very miserable for his own sake.
He opens his eyes as he heard your footsteps, a miserable smile gracing his lips.
“Heyy ma.. Can I have some water? And maybe your special massages with that aloe shit?” He practically gave you puppy dog eyes.
You huff softly, but there’s no annoyance behind it. “Yes I guess I can since you’re feeling so shitty.”
You left the bedroom to quickly go back to the kitchen to get some water.
This had been going on for the past couple days. You were glad JJ was actually drinking the water, not wanting him to become dehydrated.
You had also been putting aloe Vera lotion all over him, even though he hated it every time.
Once you finally reached the kitchen you pulled out a cold water bottle from the fridge. Then you made your way back to the bedroom where JJ was laying in the same spot.
You hand him the water bottle as you sit on the bed, and then grab the aloe Vera bottle.
“Okay, you know how it goes.” You warn him as you squirt some of it on your hand.
JJ groans softly, but rolls onto his stomach so you can apply it to the expanse of his back.
“Lay it on me ma. I can handle it.” He says cockily.
You raise your eyebrows, putting your hand on his back without warning.
JJ immediately hisses in pain, his body jerking away from your touch. “Ow!”
You snorted softly. “You said, ‘I can handle it.’ Just thought I’d see if you were lying.”
“Mm never mind. Be gentle ma. It hurts.” JJ practically pouted.
“You are really acting like a baby.” You laughed, gently applying it over the skin on his back and shoulders.
“It’s hurts,” JJ all but whined, “I feel like I’m dying.”
“You’ll live, my love.”
“Mm, keep massaging please.” He mumbles, feeling tired all the sudden.
“I will.”
This carried on for the rest of the week. You taking care of him, nursing him back to health. Him whining to you about being in pain.
But he did like to brag about his wicked tan now, making it a competition with John b and pope.
Although he didn’t voice his feelings well, JJ was grateful for you. Making sure he was hydrated, and rubbed aloe Vera on his burns when they hurt.
You are his rock, and he’ll never take that for granted.
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Authors note: first request complete! I hope you enjoy this! It was really fun to write :)
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ruin the friendship
jj maybank x reader smau
part three
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ruin the friendship
jj maybank x reader smau
part two
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ruin the friendship
jj maybank x reader smau
part one - profiles
a/n’s : hehe this is silly 😭 i had fun making these so enjoy!! @johnnyporklover saw these first!!
If you give the reader a name then it’s NOT x reader
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⋆˚꩜。 pairing : fem!reader x dealer!JJMAYBANK.
⋆˚꩜。 summary : based on this req 🫶🫶 !! ꒰ wc .ᐟ 1.7k ꒱
⋆˚꩜。 warnings : mentions of weed n guns, but otherwise very cute.
“doll?” jj calls out, huffing as he places down the set of keys john b had given him after concluding there were no cons in finally giving him the thing — aided by how sick he was of opening the door to the blonde — and a bag presumably full of weed, his gun, and money after what he calls business.
hm, weird, you haven’t answered; you always answer.
the boy waits a few more beats, running his hands through his hair and and groaning at the exhaustion finally taking over his bruised face at the late hour — the customer had gotten slightly randy, or at least that’s what he’s going to tell you. and yet, still no response.
“prettygirl?” he calls out again, lazily pulling out his phone to check for any new messages you could’ve sent since the last time you’d texted.
YOU :
i’m going to the chateau rn !!
probably gonna take a shower and eat smth rq
im soooo tireddddd ☹️☹️☹️
JAYJ 🧸🍃🫶 :
Aight js take care of urself
Left an extra blunt on ur bedside table if u want it btw
YOU :
tyy 🫶
JAYJ 🧸🍃🫶 :
All good
YOU :
when u coming home ?
JAYJ 🧸🍃🫶 :
Real soon dw
Take ur shower
Make some food
Js gotta finish this thing w barry n a client
YOU :
okkk come home soon tho i miss u 🫶
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nothing. double weird. could you have had left the chateau? no, you would’ve told him before.
his brows knit together at his growing concern, his eyes darting around the corridor as he begins to check for his girl. he opens the door to the guest bedroom — it’s essentially your shared room by now, given how often you occupy it — but to no avail. a gentle, sort of disapproving “hm,” escapes past his bitten lips.
his boots thump against the old, worn wood as he traipses down to the bathroom, knocking once before he enters — the soft pitter patter of the shower coming familiar to him, making the dealer cautious in not accidentally walking in on kie again. “princessssss—“
“oh shit,” he freezes at the sight of your body tucked in on itself in the shower, a stream of water cascading down your hair and skin, leaving droplets lacing over your closed lids and dampened hair. particularly from his view, you looked half between life and death.
the scene surges the blonde forward, his knees hitting the stone of the ground as his calloused digits rapidly move to shut off the flowing water before the water could dampen or splatter against his own weed-scented shirt; his hand fumbles with the valve, his other trembling slightly as it drifts to cup at your cheek. “fuck fuck fuck.”
being a drug dealer, his mind always jumps to ‘danger danger danger !!’ — totally fair, given the sheer amount of times the blonde has gotten revenge inflicted upon him for the dumbest of shit he wasn’t even apart of. but if anyone had dared to touch you?
jj would undoubtedly vow that the person wouldn’t make it out alive.
“you hurt? did someone hurtcha? fuck, did that coked up fucker rafe make a pitstop or some shit?” the boy mutters, gruffly angling your face, arms, thighs out of the way so he could check your moistened body — and still naked, mind — before he raises his eyeline back to the sliver of your own.
your brows furrow, conscience still miles away from your sleep addled mind, your brain having been restarted at the unexpected sting of cold; the stream from the short above you had been so solacing, so calming, so enticing to the exhaustion still clouding your head. why’d the blurry view of blonde curls and bright blue eyes have to shut off that solace and calm with no warning??
“hm? what n-no,” you yawn, stirring at the lack of warm water soothing you with a layer of heat, like a blanket of comfort. you feel the calloused pads of his digits move up to tuck a drenched thread of hair behind your ear as you continue to mumble: “i sat down t’do somethin’ then i jus’ sorta … sorta fell asleep.”
“thank fuck,” he groans, lolling his head to the side in lighthearted embarrassment — how dare he let his nonchalant demeanour slip, for something so trivial as well. then he regains his jj-like energy, smiling gently down at you and prompting: “c’mere cupcake.”
“jayjjj ‘m cold!! ‘n’ wet,” you protest — more like whine — still pissy about the sudden removal of the blanket; there was really no need to completely turn it off, leaving you vulnerable to the cold of the air, however humid it may be.
“hm. that’s what she said—“ the blonde starts, allowing his lips to curl back into their trademarked smirk before getting cut off by another whine of sleepy complaint, chuckling slightly to himself as he proceeds to lift himself back up: “my bad, my bad. lemmie getcha a towel dollface, that good?”
he takes a step out from where you’re still half conscious, roughly yanking your assigned towel off of the hanging rack and quickly returning to your side. only naturally, he adds a “hereee y’go,” while aiding you in wrapping the material over your form, helping soak up the driplets still scattered across your skin.
“thank you.”
“no worries. wrap that ‘round yourself, ‘n’ now f’real, c’mere. where’d you put y’clothes? i can get ‘em f’you, yeah?”
you hum as the blonde haphazardly sticks your arm through one of his shirts — you’ve essentially claimed it as your own by now — and slips your legs through your sleep shorts, waisting no time in getting you physically as comfortable as you can be. before you know it, your favourite set of athletic arms are picking you up bridal style, pressing your cheek and heavy lidded eyes against his chest; he’s bringing you somewhere you can properly fall asleep, instead of the center of the shower.
“fuck, don’t do that shit again. the sorta, y’know lookin’ like you’re dead in the shower. i get it ain’t what you were aiming’ for, but that kinda thing bugs me out, dollface,” he confesses, kissing your temple once in a small act of affection.
“ima take y’out to the hammocks, aight? gonna smoke a blunt but you can fall asleep, sound good?”
he’s already traipsing down the corridor which he’d initially come down to locate his girl, this time not waiting for answer as your own arms move to link at the back of his neck, easing yourself into his grip easier. his palms press against your side, warming the patches of skin with the kind of care and attention the dealer only really manages to muster with you.
“d’you think you’re gonna remember any of this shit by the mornin’?”
“nuhuh.”
genuinely, you’re too tired to so much as think; you allow the trusted blonde to carry you out past the dim lighting of the living room — he pauses for a moment, ensuing the light’s off before continuing past the entrance — and by the fairy-lights kie had put up, littering the branches of the trees.
“right,” he murmurs.
“you’re perfect, y’know that? like when you’re ’bout two seconds away from fallin’ asleep, post-half-assed shower,” he smirks, pressing a light peppering of kisses across your forehead, jostling you slightly as he steps down the front steps of the porch. “actually perfect.”
“ima set you down ‘kay?” he says, waiting for the little “mhm,” that you hum before he’s angling your body and lowering you down as if you’re something fragile. he lets you stretch out like a cat against the twine, before joining you and shimmying himself under — he always pretends to hate how you practically use his chest as a pillow; in reality, he think’s it’s one of the most endearing habits of yours.
a wind passes by where you’re entangled with jj, nipping gently at your freshly washed skin and causing a light shiver to pull you closer to his warmth. the guy is far from complaining, wrapping one of his muscular arms around your waist and easing you by his side, taking the brief moment to pull out a blunt — which he places on the dip of the hammock — and his trademarked lighter, doing what he does best: sparking the end of the joint now placed comfortably between his lips, and sucking in the sheer cloud of smoke, carefully angling the end of the roll to ensure the oranged end not to touch and burn your hair.
“didja eat? what d’you have?” he asks, tapping his hand against your ass to ensure you’re awake and properly able to answer; it seems unnecessary, but the blonde’s aware of your mannerisms and occasional lack of attention around food.
“mmm, leftovers.”
“hm,” he grunts, seemingly slightly unsatisfied with the answer, but justifying the action with a groggy, “well at least you ate i ‘spose.”
you snuggle into his chest, relaxing against his weed-smothered shit and revelling in the warmth eminating from his body and hand still squeezing against the fat of your ass. another gentle breeze flutters by, fluttering jj’s strands of golden locks and prickling against your cheeks in a manner more saccharine then malicious.
“thanks for not being, y’know … weird ‘bout me being sorta naked,” you drowsily murmur into the fabric covering the dealer’s front, hooking your leg over his and seeping into the most comfortable position.
“ ‘s nothin’. y’know i ain’t weird like that, anyways,” he replies softly, taking another drag from the joint, continuing to stare up between the branches of the tree above you both, gazing at the small bright lights plastering illuminating his pretty features.
he always takes such good care of you. whether or not you’re his official girlfriend — you always will be regardless of the label — he takes such good care.
“good night, jj.”
“g’night, dollface.”
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My girl
Pairing: bsf!jj x pogue!reader
Summary: JJ protects you from a drunk kook at a party
Warnings: Alcohol consumption, violence
Word count: 1,593
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Say what you want about Kooks but they knew how to throw a good party. Or at least could afford to.
The music thumped through the backyard of the unnecessarily large house, colored lights flashing off of the pool that changed colors every two seconds while people danced and shouted over each other. You stuck close to your friends. John B was leaning against a tree with a beer, Sarah tucked under his arm, Pope was laughing at something Kiara said, JJ ran off to get drinks for the two of you. You spotted another one of your friends in the crowd and slipped away to say hello.
Unfortunately a tall brunette Kook boy that you knew from school kept that from happening. He staggered up to you, eyes glassy, shirt half unbuttoned and words slurred.
"Hey, Y/N, long time no see."
JJ wove through the crowd with two beers in hand, weaving around drunk Kooks and wobbling lawn chairs. He was smirking to himself, ready to toss you a stupid line about how long it took him to snag the drinks—until he saw you.
Some guy was leaning in towards you, grinning like he had a chance, and you… you were smiling politely, listening.
JJ’s stomach dropped.
It was a weird, sharp kind of panic, one he didn’t feel often. He’d always thought you were out of his league—always—but you’d never been anyone else’s either. You were just his best friend. His 'partner in crime' as you liked to say. And suddenly, standing there with that guy looking at you like that, JJ realized this could be it. It could be the moment that you finally found somebody, the moment he had to watch you laugh at someone else’s jokes, lean into someone else’s arms.
He swallowed hard, fingers tightening around the beer cans. He’d never had to picture you with a boyfriend before. Never had to see it right in front of him. And now his chest ached like he’d just swallowed glass.
Then he saw your face slowly change, your patience fading. He could only what imagine Mr. Daddy's Money was saying to you.
“You’re way too pretty to be hanging out with… them,” he sneered, gesturing vaguely toward your friends. "Other than Sarah," he held his hands up, "She's kind of in the same predicament as you."
You tilted your head at him, slightly amused at his audacity.
He looked you up and down. "Think you belong upstairs with me. Come on, I’ll show you a real good time.”
He reached a hand at you and you took a step back, shaking your head. “Nope, I'm good on that. Have the night you deserve, asshole,” you turned to walk back towards your friends.
He began to follow you. “Oo I kind of love a girl with an attitude, turns me on." His hand clamped around your arm. "C’mon, babygirl, don’t play hard to get.”
Something in you snapped. You yanked your arm free, voice sharp. “Don’t fucking touch me.”
The smirk dropped. His face twisted, and he spat, “Fuck is wrong with you? Stupid pogue bitch.”
Before you could react, a blur of blond hair stormed into your vision. JJ's fist connected with the guy’s jaw so hard it could be heard over the music.
People gasped and backed away, the music still pounding as the Kook went sprawling, and JJ was on him again before anyone could blink, pounding his fist into his face over and over. “You think you can put your hands on her?” JJ’s voice broke into a yell, breathless with rage. “You think that’s funny?!”
"Pretty funny," he shouted back, trying to sound tough and unaffected but failing. The Kook fought back weakly, landing one successful swing at the blond's cheek, but JJ barely flinched.
And suddenly they were on the ground— or the Kook boy was, with JJ on top of him, unable to stop beating the absolute living shit out of him.
You saw two boys that you recognized as friends of the one that JJ had pinned on the ground sprinting across the room.
"JJ, stop, come on!" you yelled, knowing that this wasn't going to end well for him.
“Get off him!” one shouted, ripping JJ off the boy and shoving him in the chest.
JJ barely had time to brace before the other one swung, his fist connecting hard with JJ’s ribs. He grunted, stumbling back.
“Oh, you wanna go too?!” JJ shouted, lunging at them both. He tackled one to the ground, fists flying, but the second Kook kicked him in the side, knocking the wind out of him.
“JJ!” you screamed, trying to push through the circle that was forming around them.
One Kook pinned JJ’s arms from behind while the other landed a blow across his face. Blood sprayed from JJ’s lip, but he thrashed violently, breaking free just long enough to nail the guy with a punch that sent him sprawling into the grass.
The two Kooks came at him again, fists flying, and for a moment JJ disappeared in the chaos of it—hits landing on his face, his ribs, his back. He fought like hell anyway, throwing wild, reckless punches, refusing to go down.
“JJ, stop!” Pope and John B finally shoved through the crowd, grabbing at his arms, trying to drag him away. But JJ was still swinging, teeth bared, blood running down his chin.
It took both John B and Pope holding him back, muscles straining, to finally rip him out of the fight. The Kooks, bruised and bleeding themselves, stumbled back with their friends.
JJ struggled against their grip, teeth clenched.
"You Kooks think you can have anything you want," he shouted. "Well you can't! Learn to keep your dicks in your pants!"
The first boy stumbled to his feet, bloody-mouthed, shouting something you didn’t care to hear.
"And you, you touch her again and I'll fucking kill you!"
The boys continued to drag their friend away.
“Let’s go!” Sarah hissed, tugging you and Kiara towards the twinkie.
You left the chaos behind, heart hammering. JJ looked at you, wiping the blood from his chin, the rage in his eyes fading slightly and his lips curling up in a smirk. A small, pained smile spread across your face as you turned away from him.
Back at the Chateau, the adrenaline was gone, replaced with quiet except for the cicadas outside and the crash of waves in the distance. Everyone had gone inside, shaken and worn out.
You stayed on the porch with JJ. He sat slumped in one of the old rocking chairs, his shirt half torn, knuckles split, blood drying under his nose. One eye was already swelling shut, a bruise blooming across his ribs where you’d seen that Kook’s boot land.
“Jesus, JJ…” you whispered, crouching down in front of him with the first aid kit. “You look like you got hit by a truck.”
He laughed, wincing when it tugged at his lip. “Felt like it too. But I gave ’em hell, didn’t I?”
You smiled at his comment and then puckered it away, not wanting to condone his actions. You couldn't believe that somebody felt proud that they'd gone through all this just for you. And the fact that that somebody was the boy that you'd had a crush on for years. You didn't dare act on it though, the fear of losing him as a friend slightly stronger than your romantic feelings. And those were pretty strong.
You dipped a cloth in peroxide and pressed it to his split lip. He hissed but didn’t pull away, keeping his tired eyes trained on your face.
“You’re insane,” you muttered, though your touch was gentle. “Three guys, JJ. You can’t take on three Kooks by yourself.”
“I’d take on thirty if it meant keeping him from putting his hands on you.” His voice was hoarse but steady, his eyes blazing even through the swelling. “Ain’t nobody gonna touch my girl like that.”
The words landed heavier than any punch. Your hand stilled against his jaw, eyes lifting to his. “Your girl?”
JJ’s smirk was small, bloody, but sure. “Yeah. Mine.” The corner of his mouth quirked, almost like he regretted letting it slip. “You heard me.”
Heat coiled in your chest, even though you tried to fight it. You should’ve teased him, should’ve laughed it off—but the way he said it made your pulse stutter.
“You’re ridiculous,” you whispered with a smile, lightly brushing a thumb across his cheek.
And then there wasn’t space between you anymore. His lips brushed yours, testing, before you leaned in and kissed him fully, your hands gripping his shirt. He tasted like salt and blood and everything you’d been trying not to want for too long.
The kiss began to get deep but stopped before it could as JJ hissed and pulled back, putting his fingers to his lip and then dropping them down. "Sorry," he laughed.
"No, I'm sorry," you giggled. "Maybe we shouldn't be doing that until your lip heals."
A triumphant smile spread across his bruised and beaten face. "So that's gonna happen more?"
You nodded and couldn't help the blush that krept to you cheeks. "You said I'm your girl, so I guess I'm your girl."
He'd never looked happier. "Yeah, because you are, always have been."
You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t stop smiling. “Shut up and let me finish patching you up.”
JJ just grinned, leaning in to steal another kiss before you could protest.
— consequences
bf!jj maybank x reader
saw this video and immediately thought of him!
contains: fluff, jj having an attitude
it was another day at the beach with the pogues—the sun shining just right as the sound of waves crashing fill the background—giving you this familiar comfort and warmth deep in your chest. you were just setting up your spot with the help of kie and sarah when you see jj already making his way towards the water.
"jayj, baby, did you put your sunscreen on yet?" you called out as you set the picnic basket down onto the blanket. he stopped in his track, but didn't turn towards you like he would usually do. most days, it would be so easy for him to listen to you, but he's in a mood today. "jayj?"
ᯓ★ truth or dare.
⋆˚꩜。 pairing : fem!reader x JJ MAYBANK.
⋆˚꩜。 summary : when you get dared to sit on someone’s lap for the rest of truth or dare, you choose to sit on jj’s. ꒰ wc .ᐟ 1.4k.꒱
⋆˚꩜。 warnings : mentions of alcohol, sorta pervy!jj, slightestttt bit of public groping ( ?? ).
“hmmm …” sarah scans her eyes cross the pogues situated in and around the cat’s ass, picking out her next victim for the dumb little game you’ve been playing all night — remind me, why did we let jj name the hot tub again? she’s got a particular look plastered on her face that comes across more like a predator hunting its prey then anything else, with her eyes twinkling with the kind of mischief that’s making your toes curl; she’s searching for her next victim. and of course her gaze has to halt on you. your instantly shaking your head in protest, and muttering half slurred objections: “no. mhm, no. i’m refusing— this is me refusing to participate in whatever your scheming.”
“c’mon, don’t be boring; truth or dare! truth or dareeee??” she teases, laughing at how on edge you seem just from the question alone. hey, it’s not your fault! with some of the things your best friends have dared and truthed by your other best friends, it’s no wonder you were relishing in the momentary peace you found yourself in.
well, it was fun while it lasted.
no bc i wanna be those idiots in love with jj so bad!!! like sarah started bringing you around , and suddenly you and jj are on the track to being boyfriend girlfriend. i can just imagine being at a party , drunk enough to be having fun but not too drunk to get sick. the weather’s perfect and jj looks so good.
and even though you aren’t together , you can’t help but wobble your way over to him and the boys with a grin on your face. “here comes trouble , jj,” john b smiled , nudging the blonde to get his attention away from pope.
“y/n/n…” jj greeted you , patting his lap, “what can i do for ya , mama?” he asked , hands finding your body immediately as you planted yourself on his lap swinging your arms over his shoulders.
you giggled , leaning into the crook of his neck. “wanna go makeout?” you mumbled , hiding your face from the boys. you knew everyone knew what you and jj got up to , but it was still nice to try and keep the mystery alive.
jj stood , grabbing you so you wouldn’t fall. “alright , boys. big daddy’s callin’ it a night. see y’all in the morning!” he announced , sending his friends a short salute before rushing off to your car. he had you in his grip , pulling you so fast your feet were barely on the sand as you laughed uncontrollably.
“slow down!” you whined , trying to keep up.
“oh , no , no , no. you wanted me,” jj reminded you , stopping to look at you in the face, “now y’got me , so let’s go.” he kissed you quickly before fixing you into the passenger seat and speeding off to your house.
JJ Maybank - A Masterpost of Masterlists
It all started in season 1... only got worse with season 2.... Thank you Netflix for OBX, because I have yet another white boy to obsess over. Here is a collection of works I have come across while going down the rabbit hole that is JJ Maybank. Enjoy!
If you would like your list of works posted here or have a recommendation, please let me know!
To all the writers mentioned, if you would like your list of works removed at any time, please let me know!
updated september 9, 2021
JJ Maybank
@planeswithpaperwings | masterlist
@pogueszn | masterlist
@xreaderbooks | Paradise on Earth masterlist
@hellimagines | masterlist
@cognacdelights | masterlist
@lunarliza | masterlist
@pogueslandia | masterlist
p4nkow > @st4rk3y | masterlist
@thatshithurted8 | masterlist
@obx-snippets | masterlist
@perpetualoverthinker | masterlist
@mentalpolaroids | masterlist
@jessmaybank | masterlist
@mydogisveryadorbs | masterlist
@pogue-summer | masterlist
@collecting-stories | masterlist
@ptersparkers | masterlist
@mayraki | masterlist
@msgorillagripcoochie | masterlist
@outrbanks | masterlist
@tweedlydumbtweedlydoo | masterlist
Rudy Pankow
@poguesrforlife | Young and Beautiful masterlist
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