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Hi, honey! Can you write a story about Jj maybank x kook reader? The reader behaves as if she were his mother. Even when she meets with the group, she only wants to cook and bring food for JJ and make him full. She loves JJ as if he were a child and always takes care of him.

it’s a need

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pairing: jj maybank x reader

summary: ^ read request

word count: 378

song rec: need by taylor swift (unreleased)

warnings: not edited, talk of fights, talk of lack of eating, fluff

authors note: hi anon! i didn’t know if you wanted a platonic or romantic relationship, so i wrote it as romantic but if you want me to re-do it send in another request being more specific! thank you for requesting 🤎

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“j! have you eaten today?” you say quietly as he’s getting up from the sand.

“uhm no baby, i’ll eat after i surf.” he starts picking up his surfboard to meet up with john and pope.

“you’re gonna get low blood pressure if you don’t eat something.”

“it’ll be okay babe.” and he left to surf leaving you alone with cleo, sarah, and kiara.

and though the girls were having interesting conversations about their boyfriends and drama in outer banks you couldn’t help but think about jj. scared that he would start feeling nauseous after putting so much energy into surfing.

“i’ll be right back.” you say before anyone can ask where you were going.

by the time you got back everyone was sitting on the sand sitting and talking. you can back with a basket full of sandwiches and drinks for everyone.

“baby!” jj waves and gets up to greet you. he presses a kiss to your cheek before asking where you had been.

“well i was worried about you not eating and we didn’t have any food so i brought some.”

this wasn’t a rare occurrence. no this happened quite often, particularly with jj. and everyone knew it too, they joked you were very compassionate about being a rock for jj. in reality all you wanted was for him to be safe and content with himself. so when he would show up at your mansion window with cuts and bruises you knew what to do. immediately going to get the first aid kit you had in your dresser.

“j you gotta stop getting into fights.” you would lecture him everytime. and he would explain everything about what happened and sometimes breakdown. but you would be there for him, cuddling him, getting him food, and sneaking him back out in the morning.

and even though you lived in a mansion with all the things you could ever want, you realized, jj is all you’ve ever needed.