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The most amazing fanfics about JJ Maybank

(Straight from my collection)

a/n: I was going throught my likes and had an amazing idea: putting all my favorite JJ fics in one post so everyone could enjoy it with me! That's why I'm taking so much to post my requested fics, but they're coming...

I hope you enjoy this as much as I. This fanfics inspired me and helped me throught the last months and I couldn't be more grateful for this lovely community! <333

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JJ in his red cut off shirt

JJ working on his bike

JJ Maybank is a munch

@lilastrocup JJ's masterlist

My angel

Fishing in the dark

Talk fast

The attractive things JJ Maybank does

Happy Anniversary

JJ loves when you leaves scratches on his back

Ouch!

Sugar lips

sub!JJ

JJ and innocent reader

You comfort JJ after a fight with his dad

JJ suck**g on his gf's t*ts

Not her

idcntlikedarness milestone event ?

Cutting JJ's hair

Kook princess and make up kisses

Sea and sand

JJ giving the reader aftercare

JJ calling reader mama

Vulnerable

At last

JJ always moan when you pull his hair

JJ and more aftercare

Sp*t ?

Pinky promise

Tired of rid**g JJ

Magic touch

Lets listen to some music - JJ for I think he knows

Matching tatoos with JJ

Whiny soft!dom!JJ

Good morning sunshine

Home is where the heart is

When JJ accidentally stepped on your foot

Hold back

Now you gotta...

JJ is caught by pogues being the little spoon

Sick

The one where JJ loves your lipstick

Stress relief with JJ

I would wait forever and ever

JJ taking care of you while you're sick...

JJ's too shaggy and grown out hair

Burnt pancakes

Permanent

JJ x John B's little sister

Tease

Peace & Love

Vampire

High s*x

Praise k*nk

Sick day

JJ drying your hair

Scratching

Overthinker

Need any help?

Save a horse, ride a cowboy

@moremaybank : dirty martini with JJ

JJ putting his arm around your neck

Calling JJ dad

JJ helping you relax

JJ comforting you after a break up

Love and blow*es

(Soft) enemies to lovers

Bf!JJ headcannons

JJ gives you flowers

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anywhereelsebut-here · 3 months

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𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓:

( * ) is marked for nsfw!

rafe cameron imagines / fics / blurbs

1. what i signed up for : rafe overhears you talking to sarah about your feelings and wants to help you.

2. “fuck it’s too big” gf & “baby it’s barely in” bf : nsfw headcannon *

3. insecurities : reader is feeling insecure about the label on her relationship with rafe.

4. rafe giving you a promise ring : rafe gives reader a promise ring for her birthday.

5. boyfriends bestfriend : you cheat on topper with rafe. nsfw warning *

6. ( almost ) ex boyfriends bestfriend : part two of you cheating on topper with rafe. nsfw warning *

7. cockwarming rafe : nsfw headcannon. *

8. rafe’s proud to be with you.

9. barbie and ken : you and rafe dress up to see the movie ‘barbie’ and reminisce about the younger versions of yourselves.

10. golf cart girl : rafe eats you out on the golf cart. nsfw warning *

11. ocean blvd : soft sex w rafe ( hints of virgin!reader ) nsfw *

jj maybank imagines / fics / blurbs

1. truth or dare : you play a game of truth or dare with jj and he admits his feelings.

2. ab riding with jj : nsfw warning. *

3. gun to my head : jj fucks you with a gun to your head. nsfw warning *

4. just a bad day : jj comforts you after a really bad day that adds on to your depression.

5. kiss me goodbye : after jj breaks up with you , you find yourself in a relationship with rafe cameron & jj still isn’t over you.

6. a couple of swifties : jj sings taylor swift with you.

7. bad boy x good girl trope with jj : slight nsfw warning. *

8. chain ’round my neck : jj is the only one who really knows you.

9. the five love languages : jj’s love language is physical touch.

10. “you came.” “you called.” : it doesn’t matter what happened , if jj calls you — you’re answering.

11. opposites attract : it doesn’t matter how different you are from him , you’re the girl of jj’s dreams & he won’t stop until he has you.

12. let me take care of you : jj takes care of you on your period.

13. safe space : you’re eachothers safe space.

14. wedding bells : you’re marrying rafe and jj is still in love with you.

15. begin again : jj shows you how to open yourself up to falling in love again.

16. eyes on the road : you give jj road head. nsfw warning *

17. taking care of you : aftercare with jj.

18. missing piece : jj won’t admit your feelings for you but he doesn’t want anyone else to have you.

19. mcdreamy : you trip over some rocks at the beach and jj can’t help but worry about his precious girl.

20. our song : you & jj are sickly in love with eachother.

21. i can see you : you and jj try ignoring the temptation to break the rules.

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New 10th anniversary posters! ❤️

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Marvel’s 10th anniversary posters.

(My 3 favourite posters) ❤️

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Beautiful art by @ denvertakespics on Instagram

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Stitches [ P. Parker ]

Summary: What happens when Spider-Man crawls through the wrong window after a particularly long night?

Word Count: 1, 739

Warnings: Blood and fluff

A/N: I’m sorry it took me long to get this up! I was pretty sick over the last few days and that is my excuse. Big thanks to @hollandroos for reassuring me that I should post this and for the help! I’m also thinking of doing a second part to this. Not sure yet.

Masterlist

Sometimes, Peter Parker wished he could live a normal life. He knew that along with the burden of the decisions he’d made came a barrage of great things, but there was so much responsibility piled onto his shoulders, he was sure to collapse at any given moment.

There were bound to be more people like Adrian Toomes in Queens and Peter was aware of that. Somehow, he needed to be ready and he needed to be prepared. He wished it didn’t have to be this way, that he didn’t have to worry about supervillains over his exams but if it wasn’t him then who else would be there for this city?

With a sigh, Peter let himself land gracefully onto the fire escape closest to his bedroom window. His and the neighbouring window were the only ones in the entire apartment complex that was always open when he would return from patrol.

The window beside his own belonged to the neighbouring apartment and Peter was usually careful about which window he would enter. Today was an exception. Peter had taken a harder beating than usual and wasn’t as aware as he normally was. He grunted, pushing the window even more open than it already was. Peter stepped through, tugging the mask off of his head once he was out of the city’s sight.

You hummed quietly along with the music playing through your earphones, typing up the first draft the essay you had to write for your English class. It wasn’t due in for another week but it was better to at least get a start on it. The sound of a thump coming from your window, combined with a disgruntled groan caused your heart to miss a beat and your head to snap in the direction, your eyes instantly growing wider.

You almost choked on air, letting out a squeak when your eyes landed on the back of an all too familiar red and blue suit. “Spider-Man?!”

He whipped around where he stood, almost falling after losing his balance but the one leg that still hung out of the window kept him upright. Peter felt his heart stop in his chest, his hand flying to his hair as he frantically raked his mind for an explanation. What had he just done? This wasn’t his bedroom!

You yanked the earphones out of your ears. “Peter Parker?!”

“It’s not what it looks like!” Peter scrambled to pull his leg into the room, instinctively holding his hands out in front of him as if you were going to attack him. “I mean, it kinda is-no, it’s not! It’s not!”

You blinked. Once, and then twice. What the hell was happening? You opened your mouth, ready to scream at the intruder, despite it being the awkward boy who lived next door. Knowing what you were about to do, Peter raced forward, wincing at the pain in his side and rushing to shush you. “Please don’t scream,” he said, his eyes nervously flitting around the room. “I won’t-I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

You weren’t exactly sure how to react. It was one thing for Spider-Man to have technically broken into your room and it was another thing to know who was under the mask. Especially when it was Peter Parker under the mask. You realised you were beginning to hyperventilate, your laptop sliding off of your lap and onto the bed, beside you.

It was weird, seeing him in person. Even if he was bleeding and his mask was in his hand, his eyes panicked. What was even weirder was that you know him. Well, you didn’t know him that much. He was your neighbour and the boy you had a crush on until six months ago, nothing more than that. You weren’t exactly friends either, you thought, you had only ever said fleeting hellos to each other here and there.

“Why are you in my room?” You blurted, snapping your hand over your mouth as soon as the words fell out of your lips. It wasn’t what you intended to say, was it? In fact, you were planning on addressing the blood that was staining his suit instead.

“It was an accident, I swear,” Peter breathed, gripping at his side in an attempt to dull the ache. “My bedroom window is right next to yours. I-I entered yours by accident. I’m so sorry-”

“You’re bleeding.”

“Thanks for pointing it out,” Peter grumbled. “But I already noticed.”

You rolled your eyes, swinging your legs off of your bed and standing up. Placing your hands on his shoulders, you led him to your bed, all while avoiding eyes contact with the brunette boy. Peter gazed at you questioningly.

When you looked at Peter’s pained expression, all doubts about helping him flew over your head. Spider-Man was the help for everyone in Queens but who was his help?

Quietly, as not to alarm your sleeping family, you snuck into the bathroom and rummaged through the cupboards for your mother’s old nursing kit and the first aid box.

Peter Parker - your neighbour - is Spider-Man. You pinched the bridge of your nose, holding both of the boxes under your arm as you made your way back to your room. There was a reason your crush on Peter was nothing more than a crush; you got shy around him. Every time he had tried to start up a conversation with you, you would freeze up and stutter out words that you weren’t even sure existed. That only prompted Peter to become just awkward.

“What happened?” You asked in a hushed voice, carefully closing the door behind you. Peter’s eyes followed you as you placed the box down beside him, kneeling down in front of him.

“Small time thieves.” Peter shrugged. “Big-time weapons.”

“Did you win?” you asked, smiling lightly and still not meeting his eyes. You ripped open the seal around the unopened disinfectant.

Peter grinned. “Yes.”

“Good,” you said. Raising your hand, you motioned for him to remove the suit. “I-uh, I need to-”

“Oh,” Peter blushed, just as flushed as you. “Yeah. That’s-yeah, that’s fine.”

He pressed on the spider symbol that sat on his chest, letting the suit fall from his shoulders. You sucked in a breath at the sight of the wound on his side, trying your hardest not to let your eyes linger on his chest or his toned stomach. There was dried and wet blood surrounding the gash, the wound itself a mixture of red, blues and purples.

“Does it hurt a lot?” You finally looked into his eyes, immediately wishing you hadn’t when you saw the strain in his eyes when you trailed your fingers around the injury. He was evidently in pain and you shook your head, biting your lip as you dabbed the disinfectant onto a wad of cotton. “Of course it does nevermind. Sorry, stupid question. Um, this might sting.”

Peter simply nodded, his whole body flinching when you touched the wet cotton to the wound. He tensed, his hands forming fists around your sheets as you cleaned the wound as good as you knew how to. A pile of bloody tissues soon formed on the floor beside you and you thought little of the stain it may leave on the carpet of your bedroom.

“I’m sorry you have to-” he groaned when you accidentally pressed down on the wound, shaking his head and smiling when you spluttered out an apology. “You have to go through all this trouble for me.”

“Spider-Man helps so many people, Peter,” you muttered, looking directly into his eyes and smiling kindly. “But somebody needs to help him, no?”

Peter grinned, watching as your pushed your hair out of your eyes and stared at the wound. You frowned, causing the smile to fall from his lips. He sighed. “What?”

“It’s going to need stitches, Peter,” you told him, not even bothering to spare a glance at the supplies in the nursing kit. “You need to go to a hospital.”

“No. No, I can’t go to a hospital,” he said, reaching to the side and picking up the kit. Peter opened it. “Everything you need is in here. You can do it for me, I know it.”

You stared at him for a good ten seconds, your eyes wide and your jaw slack. “No! No, I can’t!” “Yes,” he breathed, letting himself slouch just a little bit. “You can. I’ll help you as much as I can.”

“You’re out of your mind. There’s no way I can do this.”

“You’re smart, you can do this!” Peter gazed at you with pleading eyes. He placed the kit in your hands, his palms resting in yours for a few lingering seconds before his fingers opened the box. “Just-please, I’ll do it with you.”

You sighed, nodding your head and tearing open the sealing on the tools. “Fine.”

Peter didn’t lie. He was right there to guide you through the stitching, wincing and clenching his teeth but still muttering words of encouragement into your ear. Your hands shook and if it weren’t for Peter’s strong grip on them, it would have been very problematic for the wound. The sound of Peter’s pained grunts wasn’t helping and Peter knew that. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t keep them down.

After what felt like years, Peter’s wound was fully stitched up and there was a bandage placed over it so that it wouldn’t be irritated by any fabric. He still had his hands wrapped around yours, even as you were putting the needle back into the box. Clearing his throat and blushing, he let go and let you pack up with his help.

“Thank you,” Peter said, already at your window. “You did great you know. I-I really appreciate you doing this for me.”

You nodded, smiling gently before it turned back into a frown. “Of course, Peter. But I couldn’t have done it without you. Just-do you have to leave through the window? You might tear your stitches.”

He shook his head, pushing the window open further and sticking his leg out. Peter grinned, leaning forward and pulling you closer towards him. You blushed as he placed a shy kiss on your cheek.

“Thanks, doc.” Peter couldn’t hold back a grin, giving you a wink and a two-fingered salute. And with that, he climbed out of the window, shutting it gently behind him.

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Behind the scenes- New photo of Dylan O’Brien and Holland Roden on set of “Teen Wolf”

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teacher’s assistant

Hi there! Could I request George x reader reuniting after breaking up for a while?–Anon

warnings: none, kinda pg-13ish but nothing awful

pairing/au: george x reader, muggle!college au

a/n: so a lot of this idea sprang from me talking to @nosebleednougats sO GO FOLLOW MY WIFE

It started out innocently enough.

If innocent meant that you’d spent every class since the first one day dreaming about how to get your hot TA to make out with you.

Then yeah, started out pretty innocently.

Could anyone blame you though? He stood out like a red flag.

Which was not a pun about his bright red hair.

In your business class, you hadn’t expected the TA to show up with long red hair to his shoulders, much less dressed in what appeared to be a homemade sweater. You remembered someone next to you cracking a joke that he missed the Humanities building by a couple hundred yards.

But you couldn’t stop looking at him.

When your teacher introduced him, his name stuck to your mind more than anything else you’d gone over that day.

George.

George, around midterms had offered a tutoring session at his place. You were very quick to accept the offer, and you could feel your heart thumping in your chest when you knocked on his door.

Your grades were fine– it was a hard class and you were wrangling in a high B. Which was probably why George looked so surprised to see you at his doorstep. “Y/N?”

“Hey George– I ah… today’s the study session right?” your brow crinkled as you noticed his face grow just a bit pinker before he began to nod quickly.

“It is– yeah. We were about to start. Come on in. I ordered some pizza, are you hungry?”

The study session went well– about you and five other people from your class had come but as it got later and later more and more people filtered out as the studying ended and it became more of a chatting session.

Finally it was you and George, with you sitting on the counter and him standing right in front of you, close enough to touch. He’d told a funny story and you let out a laugh, trying to cover your mouth while you did so only to have him gently put a hand on your arm. “You shouldn’t cover your mouth. Smiling’s a good thing y’know.”

He liked your smile.

It was one of his favorite things about your class.

Not sure where to place your hand when you’d lowered it, you’d set it on his shoulder and fiddled with the ends of his hair. You sucked in a deep breath as you both leaned in and his soft lips crashed into yours.

George let out a groan as he gripped your waist and pulled you as close to him as he could, and one of your hands gripped a fistful of his shirt and the other ran through his hair.

After that things just seemed to keep happening. You’d wrapped your legs around his waist, he’d pressed kisses and bites to your neck before asking if you wanted to take things further, to which you enthusiastically nodded and said, ‘Hell yes’.

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