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hiii making jj a super meaningful gift maybe for his birthday? he rlly loves it because he never got something this thoughtful b4. thank youuu

In my headcanon all the bracelets JJ wears are from Y/N. Like he’s got a whole collection up in there.

It wasn’t much. Not fancy. Not expensive. But you spent hours choosing every detail, your fingers clumsy with thread and your heart full of please let him like it.

A bracelet; woven with colors that reminded you of him.

Ocean blue. Sun-bleached tan. A thread of gold you’d had to dig out of an old sewing kit. And in the center, a small, flat charm. It wasn’t store-bought. You’d carved it from a seashell yourself — the same shell he gave you the first time he ever said, “You make my brain go stupid.”

You knew he wouldn’t remember the shell. But you did.

You hand it to him on his birthday. Just you and him. No crowd. No Pogues. You say nothing at first just hold it out in your palm, a little nervous, a little proud.

He blinks. “Wait, you made this?”

You nod.

He’s quiet.

Too quiet that you started fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. His fingers hover before he even touches it. Like he’s scared he’ll break it just by looking too long. “It’s stupid, I know,” you rush, suddenly unsure. “I just wanted you to have something. That’s… always with you. Something good.”

“This is—” his voice breaks, and he laughs, almost like a defense. “This is the nicest thing anyone’s ever given me.”

He says it as a joke. But his eyes say otherwise.

JJ Maybank, whose birthdays were usually forgotten, whose gifts came with strings or apologies or pity is staring at a bracelet like it’s a diamond-studded crown.

“Do I put it on now?” he asks, holding it like it’s fragile.

“You can if you want.”

“Want? Babe, I’m never taking this off. Ever.”

And he means it.

He wears it like armor. Touches it when he’s anxious. Kisses your hand and mumbles, “You gave me this,” like a quiet reminder.

To anyone else, it’s just string and shell. To him, it’s proof he’s loved. On purpose. Without conditions.

And he’s never letting that go.

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I REALLY JUST SAW SOMEONE SAY MIKES LOVE CONFESSION TO EL WAS PLATONIC IM DYING

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If people could take their Will Byers bias glasses off for a second they could see how incredible it was that love has pushed El to fight back twice in S4. When she first fought Vecna she remembered her mom telling her she loved her and it was what gave her the strength to fight. And then in the finale she heard Mike tell her he loves her and that is what gave her the strength to fight Vecna again. That is some poetic beautiful shit for a girl who was abused most of her life!

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Cute messy sketch of these two cause I miss them :’)

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Don't mind me, just resurrecting my blog from beyond the grave for the sole purpose of ranting about Mileven

ST fans and Mileven/Mike-antis really be out here missing the entire fucking point of this conversation??? "Mike is lying/gaslighting/in denial! Clearly he doesn't really love her!" (First of all, ya'll literally don't know what gaslighting is, but that's a conversation for another post) No, actually-- it's not about how Mike feels, or even about how he expresses it. It's about how Eleven has PTSD.

Her life in the lab with Brenner essentially taught her that love is conditional, particularly about her abilities. She only received praise or affection if she impressed Papa with her powers; she was shunned and punished if she refused or couldn't do it.

We see this mentality carry over into her life after the lab as well-- if she fails, she feels immense guilt.

Often she pushes herself past her limits, insisting she can do it; because in her mind, if she can't, then she's no longer worthy of love.

Now that her psychic abilities are gone, her whole world has turned into this huge mess of doubt. Throw in the fact that Hopper is gone, they've moved to a new town away from all of her existing support systems aside from Joyce (who is apparently busy all the time), she's struggling to gain acceptance among new peers and is being bullied... She is clinging onto her relationship with Mike like it's the last thing she has, even resorting to lying to him in order to make it look like she's doing well; because Mike can't know that she's failing to fit in! She is so terrified of losing love, and all this doubt has her so convinced that she already has.

On Mike's end, however, all he can see from her letters to him is that she seems to be thriving, even enjoying her life away from him.

He expressed in later scenes that he has his own doubts and insecurities about this, that maybe there's something or someone out there better suited for her, more worthy of her love. This likely contributed to why he avoided the "L" word in his letters.

His own trauma from repeatedly losing her-- and being helpless to stop it-- comes into play, as well; if he allows himself to open up his heart and admit how much he loves her, it'll hurt so, so much if/when he loses her again. At the same time, I'm sure he's terrified of saying the wrong thing that may push her away.

It's also worth noting that Mike is generally not the best at verbally expressing himself-- he repeats himself, makes defensive outbursts without thinking, and awkwardly trips over his words. Mike's love language is his actions, in kind unspoken gestures, in quiet understanding and reassurance. Things that do not carry over well through letters alone, especially if he has no idea that she is in need of reassuring words. He couldn't see that she has been hurting this whole time. He's likely upset towards her for lying to him because he feels like he should have been there for her.

I've personally been there before-- it's hard to explain the mix of frustration and helplessness you feel when you realize a loved one has been suffering without your knowledge, when you feel like it should have been your responsibility to support them and you failed to, even though it's not your fault for not knowing. This entire situation/argument is something I've gone through with my partner; it is so realistic for a relationship involving someone with trauma like this, and it's a very mature thing for these kids to be handling (and Mike actually handled that conversation beautifully, if they wanted them to have an actual fight fight it could have been so much worse). I don't see it at all as an indication of a falling out between Mike and El. This was a necessary hurdle that they both need to work through, it's an indication that their relationship will strengthen from it.

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STRANGER THINGS | Mileven

Mike sensing El’s presence without physically seeing her.

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₊˚⊹ ᰔmdni! jj maybank x reader! tits!

jj is obsessed... absolutely feral. not in the psycho way (okay maybe a little) but like in the i-can’t-stop-touching-you-you-make-me-crazy way. and specifically? your tits. yeah, those. perfect and soft and just made for his mouth apparently based on the way he acts.

like it’s a problem. a chronic issue. you’re not safe anywhere. the beach? forget it. one second you’re laying out with your sunglasses on, trying to tan your thighs, and then boom: he’s straddling your hips, muttering something like 'can’t resist these fuckin’ things' before pulling down the top of your bikini and mouthing over them tongue everywhere and teeth too. there’s definitely teeth. and it don’t stop there. in his house? same thing. you come out of the shower in his old shirt and that’s his favorite, that clingy wet fabric where he can see everything. he’s on you in seconds. like a lil bloodhound, nose down your cleavage, hands already creeping under to get a handful. 'you walk around like that on purpose, huh?'

the chateau’s no better. they’ve seen too much honestly. couches, counter, that one time on the porch when you thought no one was home ..that was real bold. and jj’s the worst instigator. always pulling your top up, pushing it down, pressing a kiss right in the middle then smirking like he didn’t just do something filthy. like he didn’t whisper 'mine' right before biting your nipple through your shirt.

and then there’s the twinkie. omg, the twinkie. that crusty little van has witnessed actual crimes. you climb in after a swim and your chest is still damp, nipples poking through your suit (the one you purchased from a shein sale), and he’s already eyeing you like you’re a piece of succulent fish at the wreck. 'c’mere,' he says, you barely get your seatbelt on before his mouth is on you again, tongue flicking over your tits.

so if you are asking his love language? physical touch. more specifically? tit kisses. 24/7 ..certified maybank behavior. 🙄

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hii i don’t know if you’re still taking requests but i feel like total crap tdy so can you do one of jj taking care of sick reader?

jj can tell you’re not feeling good the second he turns around in bed and sees your face. he immediately pulls you into him, pushing some hair out of your face and checking your temperature, then rubbing your back to feel if you’re clammy.

“baby… you’re scolding hot and you’re all sweaty…” he pouts and kisses your cheek, his hair brushing over your face as he does so.

“no shit…” you grumble, voice raspy and sore-sounding.

“don’t start with the attitude… just because you’re sick doesn’t mean you can be mean…” he tells you gently, half joking.

he places soft kisses down your warm neck and shoulder. his hands grip your waist as his lips press against your skin.

“you want some medicine, sweet girl?” he asks you softly, giving you a small smile. you nod and he reaches over you to your side of the bed and grabs some pills for you.

he holds a bottle of water to your lips and mutters a soft ‘open up’ as he tips a little water into your mouth along with some pills.

“good girl… there you go…” he smiles, giggling at your disheveled appearance.

you frown and bury your face in his neck as he continues to laugh at you, rubbing your back softly and kissing your head as he grins, basically just pressing his smile against your hair as he holds you against him.

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hands on session

⊹ ࣪ ˖ nerd!jj maybank x reader

cw : 18+, fingering, soft!dom!jj, mild language

a/n : rudy here looks so fucking scrumcious here I'm gonna fold, haven't written smut in a very long time, hope this is okay

you'd spent more than an hour here, in your room, studying chemistry with jj— done bed filled with past test papers, answer sheets, textbooks and sticky notes.

even if your bed was a mess, the only thing you could pay attention to is the smart boy beside you, the way his hands went through stacks of papers with ease, his transparent-framed glasses over his eyes, the slight furrow of his brows as he concentrated—

"ah, there it is." he said with relief, interrupting the silence as he brang the sheet with a pen over the space between you two, clearing his voice.

as he started to demonstrate the contents of the paper, your mind was nowhere near what he was saying, every word that came out of his mouth going in one of your ears and going out of the other.

your eyes were glued on his lips, looking so pretty it made you clench your thighs together, forgetting the whole reason he was here wasn't for what you wanted. how could he look so fine from just rambling about calculations?

"is that all you wanted me to re explain?" he suddenly said, and you were pulled right back to earth, your attention finally back at what he said, what has he been saying for the last 20 minutes?

"uh, yea.. but I could use a bit time for a break , y'know? this subject is tiring.."

it took him a couple of seconds to process your words, before he replied, "oh yea, that's completely fine, you worked hard this hour." before starting to collect the stacks of papers and books, organizing the before putting them to the side.

while he did that, you were trying to think with much effort than you ever tried to this whole session on how you could get him closer now that the studying was aside for the time.

"hey j, can I ask you something?" you mumbled out randomly, looking up at him.

he immediately replied, bringing his eyes from a corner of a book he was fidgeting with in boredom, "yea— whatever you need, what is it?"

you looked at him for a few seconds before murmering out, "so.. um, it's a relationship like problem.. and I need advice you know?"

he immediately stammered, sitting up straight, realising what the topic was about "o-oh yea, of course."

you looked at him for a few seconds, contemplating your word choices. "so there's this guy, who I like— who's like so fine and everything, and I've been wanting to make the first move in like forever, do you know how can I make my first move?" you said, moving a bit closer to him.

"oh.. honestly you just need the courage, you could, for example, wait till you guys were alone, and then act by saying or doing something, that's all I think is best you can do." he replied, talking like it was the most concern in the world, oblivious from the fact that guy was him.

"oh, like this?" you murmured before getting close to him, hand on his biceps, fingers curling around it.

his cheeks immediately went flush upon the contact, hand gripping the bedsheets, not tightly, but in surprise, chest rising in deep breaths before blurting out, "yea, that could definitely work, your good at it."

for some reason, the small innocent praise fell right between your thighs, being so close to him with the contact of your hand on his bicep made the ache between your legs unbearable.

and without a second thought, you climbed on top of him, legs bracketing his hips, hands flying to his shoulder, face centimeters away from each other.

his eyes locked with yours, mouth trembling slightly in anticipation, an arm on the bed for leverage and a hand ghosting on your waist, your eyes locked on his mouth before replacing it with your lips.

the kiss went from soft, controlled to messy quickly, mouths pressing against each others, your tongue slipping past his lips to clash with his, arms around his neck, hand tugging at his hair, a whimper escaping his lips.

"s—shit—" he cursed out when he felt yours hips roll against his crotch, this hardness catching perfectly against you causing you to moan between kisses, lips going to suck at the side of his neck.

his hands pawed at your waist before reaching the waistband of your skirt, looking up at you for reassurance.

"I love when you look at me like that, think 'm gonna say no?" you cooed, and that was all it took before he pushed it down with your underwear, your cunt exposed to the cool air, making him painfully hard.

"fuck." he groaned out when he saw how wet you were, resolve gone as he wasted no time, dragging his fingers across your folds before dipping his ring finger into your core, adding another one before he starting pumping them in and out, making you moan in pure pleasure, 'uh-uh-uh' s escaping your lips like a prayer.

"oh fuck— j please!" you whimpered as his pace grew faster, fingers feeling so good inside you, his other hand on your hip, your hands gripping the arm that was moving back and forth, working you into the edge.

and when his fingers curled to hit that spongey spot deep inside you, thumb going to rub at your clit, you knew you were a goner, crying out as you spasmed all over his digits, coating his hand with your slick.

his pace slowed until you've finally come down, bringing his fingers up to his mouth to lick them clean, for some reason— you found it so unbelievably hot.

"was that okay?" he mumbled when you both finished catching your breathes, his face holding a hint of concern which you found too cute.

"why wouldn't I be? no guys ever made me come from their fingers that good."

"oh, I'm glad to hear that then.." he replied, before adding, "hey, about earlier, was the guy you were talking about me?" he questioned, immediately cringing that maybe it wasn't him.

"maybe he is.. I don't knoww.." you joked before placing a soft kiss to his mouth, pecking his lips, his face immediately flushing red.

maybe what they say is correct, it's always the quiet ones.

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texts with nerdy!jj maybank

(if u saw this already no u didn’t.)

tw ; sexual innuendos

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i miss ur writing 🥹

tysm, this genuinely means a lot 🥹

although i am still active on tumblr, i have more so enjoyed reading than writing as of late. i have a full inbox of requests that maybe one day ill get back to, but there’s a lot going on in my life right now (all good things!) and that right now is my priority. i’ve grown to love this community, posting my writing is something i never thought i would do, but i am grateful for all my followers and everyone who liked my work! and so with that being said i am on an indefinite break. my work will always be up but for now, i will no longer be writing <3

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stop i just had a really bad day😭😭

can you pls do a jj comfort🙏

awww bby i’m sorry you had a bad day, i hope tomorrow treats you better! <3

you headed to the chateau as soon as you could, letting yourself in and finding jj laying on the sofa, no one else is home.

he gives you a small smile when he sees you, sitting up and immediately pulling you down into his lap. you immediately burst out into tears, he doesn’t flinch, doesn’t tell you to stop crying. he just rocks you slowly, letting you cry it out.

after your cries seem to subside, he pulls back and looks down at your tear stained face and wipes the fallen tears away.

“what’s the matter, sweet girl…?” he asks you softly, his eyebrows knitting together with concern. you bury your face in his neck, breathing in his soothing scent.

“i just had such a bad day… i- i just wanted to sob all day and i feel like shit” you ramble, your voice muffled against his throat.

jj rubs your back in soft circles, placing small kisses against your shoulder and cheek.

“i get you, mama…” he murmurs softly, rocking you a little before pulling back to look at you. a soft smile tugs at his lips as he sees your pouty expression. “at least you’re cute when you’re mad…”

you roll your eyes and let your head fall against his shoulder, nuzzling into him as he pushes some hair out of your face, pressing a soft kiss against your temple.

“do you wanna take a nap…? or watch a movie…? we can do anything you want…” he squeezes your thigh with each suggestion.

“both…” you mumble, letting jj move you so you’re laying down. he grabs the remote and puts your comfort movie on, his hand resting on your back, his thumb rubbing gentle circles.

you nuzzle further into his chest, cheek pressed against him as he pulls a blanket over the both of you. his fingers trace soft patterns on your back under your shirt.

“you did good today… even though it wasn’t fun, you still carried on and i’m proud of you for that…” he murmurs as you slowly start to fall asleep.

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TEXTS WITH LOVER BOY!JJ PT. 3

part one part two part three

pairing: lover boy!jj x gf!reader

warnings: mentions of smoking, slight freakiness, jj being needy and a gossip.

if theres any others feel free to let me know!

lover boy!jj masterlist | main masterlist

a/n: more texts with lover boy!jj has BEEN in my recs😭 idk how i JUST got to it now. but here it is!!

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rip ozzy osbourne and thank you for this song aswell 🙏

jjs crash out scene wouldn’t be as hot as it was if it didn’t have this song 💔💔

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MY GF’S A WITCH !

text messages between jj and his witchy!reader girlfriend …

tw ; sexual innuendos

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Hey!! I was wondering if you could possibly do a JJ x reader fluff, reader throws up and JJ comforts her. I’ve been having stomach problems recently and in need of a JJ cuddle 😖

Only if you’re comfortable with it of course! Thank you!

im sorry this took so long bby 🥲 i hope you feel better now!

all it took was one text and jj was on his way over immediately.

he lets himself in and is immediately by your side on the bathroom floor, rubbing your back as you hurl your stomach contents into the toilet bowl.

he helps take your shirt off and gently blows on the back of your neck to try and cool you down. your body finally gives you a break and you naturally lean against jj, curling up into his chest.

“hey, sweetheart…” he kisses your clammy forehead and rubs your sweat covered back. “was it something you ate, honey…?”

“i don’t know…” you huff out, turning your face away from his chest so you can breathe properly. your voice is rough from the repetitive gagging and throwing up.

“i’m sorry, sweet girl…” he murmurs softly, his expression sympathetic. he pushes some hair out of your face and kisses your glistening temple.

“you up for a bath…?” he enquires gently, eyes trailing over your trembling, pasty body. you nod hesitantly, you don’t want to, but it definitely sounds nice to be clean of sweat.

he gently props your weak body against the bathroom cabinet and then runs the bath, making sure it’s a bearable temperature for you.

“let’s get you freshened up, mama…” he smile slightly, helping your clothes off and lifting you into the bathtub. you sigh as the water around you immediately soothes your cold sweats.

“there you go…” he chuckles, pressing a kiss against your forehead before grabbing a cloth and starting to carefully clean you.

after your bath, he lifts you back up again and wraps you in a towel, carrying you to your bed. he helps you put your underwear and a shirt on but insists you don’t wear too much.

“i don’t want you to get too hot, baby…” he tells you, trying to keep his tone sweet. he climbs into bed next to you, and wraps his arms around you. “if you’re so cold, i’ll keep you warm…”

he keeps gently blowing over your face and neck when he feels you get a little too hot, the last thing he wants is you to pass out from overheating.

his hands gently massage your stomach whenever you get uncomfortable and he mutters reassuring words whenever you whine about the pain or nausea.