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hey guyssss back from my deep dark hole. slight lil summer theme change for my pinned post, and i may or may not be writing again
(seriously, don’t take my word for it. my online presence is fleeting at best.)
jj gets a dog
a/n: this is a very silly little idea I came up with at Christmas while talking to my dear friend @lolala1414
“Um, you know that there’s a dog behind you, right?”
You’re sitting on the porch of Poguelandia 2.0, legs stretched out, warm to the touch from the afternoon sun, joint dangling lazily from your fingers when JJ approaches — completely nonchalant, like it’s any other day, and behind him — a dog. A fluffy golden retriever following JJ’s every step, completely in sync.
i love this sm jj would name a dog after himself
this reminds me of my brother who, with my dads adamant disapproval of him adopting another dog, STOLE a puppy from a someone he knew who had a litter (deserved, they were not treating their dogs well), and then made the dog a junior😭
JJ Maybank as Peter Pan
vs Rafe Cameron as Captain Hook
ur lyinggggg
Enjoying the 1985 summer in the Outer Banks with your boyfriend JJ Maybank
posting this to my instagram story feels too performative so i’m posting it here where no one knows my true identity😛
also every year suicideboys are always my top artist, and i’m not mad about it, but i really don’t think i listened to them that much this year but whatevs
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
She doesn’t know how she got here.
Lying on the floor with every inch of her body aching. The scent of vomit in her nose. Lips trembling and tasting like sick.
John B lies in front of her and pretends not to smell the death on her breath. He just watches her with those eyes – the ones that had always gotten him everything. Dates at The Boneyard. Extra attention from teachers. Even a crush from Kie once.
JJ would have done anything for those eyes. Would have given anything. And did, a mean little voice whispers to her.
She doesn’t know how she got here either.
In a world without JJ. In a world without the fucking sun.
OR
Following Morocco, the Pogues come home one short. While the rest of the island seems to be moving forward, Kiara finds herself standing still in a world haunted by the boy she lost. (AKA, the slowest of slow burn fix-its)
shut the fuck up right neowwwww. already i know i will be crying
TikTok - Make Your Day
ts is frying me😭
got back from camping like 2 weeks ago, touched grass and was full of whimsy and wonder for a while but i’m back to being chronically online now. expect some content soon :DD
phan confirmed ??? in 2025 ????
there are at least 5 people i haven’t talked to since 7th grade that i must contact immediately.
not that i’m super active anyways, but for my like 3 followers, i’m gonna be camping for a week and will have pretty spotty service for most of the time, so just a heads up. i am working on a longer fic that i’ve LITERALLY been writing since before this was even a jj blog, SOOO i am hoping i’ll have that up after i get back.
gonna miss reading fanfics before bed tho😔🤚
hi new moot!! I love your blog! ♡
omg i didn’t even realize you were following me lol, hiii and thank you!!! you’re blog is so pretty i luvvv
Quick, Kiss Me
Pairing: Bsf!JJ Maybank x Female Reader
Summary: You and JJ are on a mission to find something in an empty classroom and need to look like you weren't when you get caught
Word Count: 1,070
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The classroom was dark, only lit by the sunlight outside cutting in through the blinds. You and JJ moved between desks, rifling through drawers, whispering quick updates every time you didn’t find what you were looking for.
“C’mon, it’s gotta be here somewhere,” JJ muttered, tugging open the filing cabinet at the back of the room. He glanced over his shoulder at you, blond hair falling into his eyes. “You’re sure this is the right place?”
You nodded, heart thudding. “Positive. If it's anywhere, it'd be here somewhere.”
And then you saw it—an envelope marked with the wheat stamp you’d been chasing. You held it up triumphantly, but before JJ could take it, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hall. Both your heads snapped toward the door.
“Shit.” JJ’s eyes widened, panic flashing across his face. “Quick, kiss me.”
Your heart stuttered. “What—?”
“Kiss me. Now,” he whispered urgently, grabbing the envelope and shoving it in the back of his pants just as the doorknob rattled.
You caught on and followed his orders, grabbing his cheeks and smashing your lips against his. He pressed you back against the cold metal filing cabinet, hands braced on either side of you. The kiss was messy at first, more about covering your tracks than anything else—until it wasn’t. His mouth softened, lingering, and suddenly you weren’t pretending anymore. His body was flush against yours, and you could feel the thrum of his pulse under your palms.
The door creaked open.
“Mr. Maybank. Miss Y/L/N. Seriously?” The teacher’s voice was sharp, scandalized.
JJ tore his mouth from yours, still caging you in against the cabinet, breathless. “Uh…” he gave a sheepish half-smile, still trying to catch his breath. “Sorry about that, ma’am.”
The teacher’s eyes narrowed, but after a moment, she sighed. “You’re lucky I don’t march you straight to the principal. Get back to class. Both of you.”
“Yessir—ma’am. Absolutely.” JJ threw up a salute and grabbed your hand before the teacher could change her mind, tugging you out of the room with that infuriating grin plastered on his face.
Once the door shut behind you, you finally let out the breath you’d been holding and smiled wide, not just about finding the envelope. Your lips were still tingling, your heart pounding, and JJ was still holding your hand like he hadn’t realized it.
“That was close,” you whispered.
JJ glanced down at you, his grin softening into something else. “Yeah,” he said quietly, his thumb brushing over yours. “Close.” He bumped his shoulder against yours.
The tension between you stretched, electric and heavy as you slowly walked through the halls.
"You're still blushing."
You rolled your eyes, fighting back a smile. “Shut up, Maybank.”
"It's cute."
You continued to walk but couldn't take your eyes of his face, chewing your bottom lip. JJ looked back over you and stopped in his tracks seeing the hungry look in your eyes.
Suddenly he was grabbing your wrist and tugging you gently toward another dark, empty classroom. Before you could ask what he was doing, he’d pushed the door open, pulled you inside, and kicked it shut behind him.
“JJ—” you giggled.
He didn’t let you finish. His hand slid to your jaw, and then his mouth was on yours again, hotter, more deliberate this time. No excuse. No cover. Just him kissing you like he’d been starving for it. You kissed him back just as desperately.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath ragged. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do that?” he whispered.
Your chest squeezed, your lips still tingling. “Maybe as long as I’ve wanted you to.”
His grin spread slowly, like he couldn’t believe what you'd just said. He leaned in to kiss you again, but you pressed a hand to his chest as his lips brushed yours, breathless and smiling. “We have to get back before they start asking questions. Or before we actually get in trouble."
JJ groaned dramatically but didn’t move away, his hand slipping down to lace with yours instead. “Fine. But we’re not done with this, princess. Not even close.”
The way he said it made your pulse race all over again.
By the time you and JJ slipped back into the classroom your pulse still hadn’t calmed down. You smoothed your hair, trying to will the heat in your cheeks to fade, but JJ didn’t even bother—he strolled in like nothing happened. He handed the envelope to John B under the table when the teacher had stopped eyeing the two of you suspiciously. Your friends' eyes all widened in excitement.
“What took you guys so long?” Kiara whispered, eyes flicking back and forth between the two of your pink faces.
"That thing was hidden good."
Kiara raised a brow. Her suspicious eyes flicked from him to you. “Uh-huh.”
You avoided her gaze, pretending to look at the papers on your desk like they were the most fascinating things in the world. But you couldn't help the corner of your mouth from twitching up. Out of the corner of your eye, though, you caught JJ looking at you again. The way his eyes softened for just a second, like he wasn’t in the room with anyone else but you.
John B tilted his head. “Why do you guys look… weird?”
“Weird?” you repeated too quickly, your voice a little higher than usual.
“Yeah,” Pope chimed in, squinting between the two of you. “Like you're hiding something. Like—like maybe you just made out and are trying to act normal about it.” Damn Pope. Always too smart for his own good.
You almost choked. “What?!”
JJ’s smirk widened instantly, like Pope had just handed him the perfect setup. “What makes you say that, Pope? Think I’d kiss her and not brag about it?”
Your stomach flipped, heat rushing to your face. “JJ—” you hissed under your breath, but he only grinned wider, clearly enjoying the way you squirmed.
Kiara’s eyes narrowed even more. “Mm-hmm. Yep, that's exactly what just happened.”
You began scribbling aimlessly on a piece of paper. You froze when JJ's foot slid to be up against yours.
You shot him a glare, but the smug sparkle in his eyes made your heart skip anyway. The air between you still buzzed with leftover tension and suddenly you'd never been so excited for school to be out.
and what if i said sonic racing is better than mario kart ???
ˎˊ˗ jj’s lighter
ft. scarletbegonia!reader
The music from the boneyard lingered, trailing behind JJ and you. As the night bled later and the people more drunk, the up-beat party music had since been shifted to a mellow, reggae vibe—courtesy of you having hijacked the aux cord, of course.
More than a few beers in yourselves, the two of you had slipped away, stumbling and giggling, to the woods that skirted the edge of the boneyard. Bare-footed and faces warm with a buzz, it was your favorite kind of night to sneak off and light a joint for two.
“Wait—wait. This is the prefect spot. Right here,” JJ had stopped abruptly, holding his hands out with mock urgency as he examined the small clearing between the trees, “look, it even has a rock for us to sit on.”
“You know, we find this same spot every time? And you say that same thing about the rock every time,” you said as you sat down.
“It’s a great rock!”
You giggled as he sat down next to you, reaching into the top of your tank top to pull out a small plastic tube and an old zippo lighter—both warm to the touch having been pressed snug into your skin. Lighter still in hand, you pinched the top of the tube to pop the top open, dumping the hand-rolled contents into your opposite palm.
“Damn,” you murmured, seeing the paper at the tail end of the joint had peeled back a little, “hold on.”
Discarding the tube and lighter in your lap, you lifted the joint parallel to your lips, meticulously licking the loose paper and pressing it back into place.
JJ—mouth half open, a playful jab about your rolling skills at the ready—stopped when his eyes fell on the lighter.
“Dude, is that my lighter?” He asked, grabbing it from your lap and rolling it between his fingers.
You sent a quick “no” his way, focus still fixed on the joint you were re-rolling, but a small, guilty smile tugged at the corners of your lips.
“Really?” He quirked an eyebrow at you, “because it literally has my name carved into it.”
At that, your smile grew. Your tongue peeked out between your teeth in a cheeky grin, trying, and failing, to give him an innocent look.
“I don’t know how I got it! You must’ve left it in my car, or something, I don’t know. It’s a nice lighter!” The words fell from you quickly, tossing your hands at your side as you turned to face him more.
“I’ve been looking for this, ya know. Felt like cheating to smoke with another lighter,” with emphasis, he flicked it open and struck the wheel in one fluid motion as he spoke, the flame lighting easily—almost like he’d done it a hundred times before.
“I’m sure it doesn’t mind,” you said, grabbing the lighter from him, still aflame, “had me to keep it company.”
Lifting the flame up to the joint—now securely re-rolled and tucked between your lips—you took in a long drag, holding the smoke in for a moment before it puffed out around you. You held the joint between two fingers, offering it silently to JJ.
“Besides,” you started when he took the j and held it up to his lips, “I kinda liked having it.”
“I’m sure you did,” he scoffed out through a teasing smile, smoke curling around his face.
“I did. I mean—JJ’s girl with JJ’s lighter, everyone knew I was yours.”
His eyebrows shot up as he took another drag. Passing the joint back to you, a smirk played at the corner of his lips—like the idea of you carrying around a lighter with his name etched into it was a little more appealing when you worded it that way.
“Okay that—that’s kind of hot,” his eyes flicked over to meet yours, smirk growing when you played with his lighter in your lap, “maybe I should carve my initials into you too.”
“That’s fucking gruesome, babe,” you laughed, coughing on some of the smoke.
He grimaced a little as he thought about what he said, “that came out wrong, you know what I meant.”
“I think so…” you said, sounding more like a question than anything.
Ignoring your comment, he scooted over on the rock to sit closer to you. Throwing an arm over your shoulder, he pulled you into his side while he grabbed the j from your hands. He looked like he was in thought for a moment before lifting the joint to his lips.
“Just keep it, that’d be easier than tattooing ‘JJ’s’ across your forehead,” he said, gesturing to the lighter still in your lap.
“I get to keep the lighter and I don’t have to be branded?” You chuckled out, running your thumb over the ridges of his name etched into the metal.
“Sounds like a win-win to me.”
I’M LAUGHING SO HARD IT THIS PSHHG this is so stupid
part of me wants disney’s pjo to execute tyson’s eye better and another part of me wants it to be done just as poorly as it was in the movies
i beg you pleaseee make something for scarlet begonia reader! i already love her so bad and your writing is amazing
thank you so much! blushing at the thought that someone’s waiting on my writing🤭
i promise i have 2 works for scarletbegonia in my drafts, a first meeting scenario and then just a smaller blurb. i feel bad because i said in the comments that she was gonna be my baby and then i died for a little bit, but i’m alive again now. i’ll try and get them out asap!!!
