* warning; my english isn't really well from last year (2020) compared to now so i'll update those little mistakes soon
* everything's written from a female's perspective but just so you know, you can read them, there's no intention to make you feel uncomfortable :) i've opened up more and i'm learning to write from other perspectives/genders/sexualities
* update from the future :p just kidding, it's may 2023 now and i randomly decided to scroll through my old posts and fics. my english has evolved quite a lot so i will definitely update my grammar mistakes soon and also update most of my fics! some of them are gramatically a disaster omg and they're just not written really well so... time to fix that i guess?
may 21, 2020: Worth
JJ Maybank
slightly smut
swearing
violence
fluff
may 21, 2020: Always
JJ Maybank x Rafe Cameron
swearing
angst
fluff
sexual assault
may 22, 2020: Beer Pong
JJ Maybank
kinky smut
swearing
alcohol
may 22, 2020: Mine
JJ Maybank x Rafe Cameron
violence
angst
midsummer-festival
may 22, 2020: Protecting
JJ Maybank
break-in (i loved this idea oh my gosh!!)
swearing
angst
violence (guns)
may 22, 2020: Secretly
JJ Maybank
secret relationship
the 01-pogue rule
swearing
fluff
may 23, 2020: Afraid To Lose You
JJ Maybank x John B
jealousy
angst
swearing
fluff
guns
may 23, 2020: Pinky Promise
JJ Maybank
plus size reader
body shaming
swearing
fluff
may 23, 2020: Taking Care
JJ Maybank
bruises
blood
swearing
shower (smut)
may 24, 2020: Dating The Pogues Would Include
JJ Maybank
John B
Pope Heyward
Kiara Cerrara
fluff
smut
angst
written from a female's perspective (feel free to read it, no matter what gender you identify with! i don't want to make anyone feel uncomfortable.)
may 28, 2020: Father-Daughter Dance pt 1
JJ Maybank
swearing
brother-sister relationship
mental breakdowns
angst
may 28, 2020: Fun At School
JJ Maybank
smut
swearing
kook x pogue
may 29, 2020: Father-Daughter Dance pt 2
JJ Maybank
swearing
brother-sister relationship
mental breakdowns
angst
may 31, 2020: Father-Daughter Dance pt 3
JJ Maybank
swearing
brother-sister relationship
mental breakdowns
angst
may 31, 2020: Marrying JJ Maybank Would Include
JJ Maybank
smut
fluff
swearing
angst
june 4, 2020: I'm Here
JJ Maybank x Rafe Cameron
swearing
angst
fluff
june 5, 2020: Father-Daughter Dance pt 4 (last one)
JJ Maybank
swearing
brother-sister relationship
mental breakdowns
angst
stealing
june 6, 2020: Imagine Cuddling With The Pogues
John B
JJ Maybank
Kiara Carrera
Pope Heyward
smut
fluff
june 7, 2020: Soulmates
JJ Maybank
flashback
angst
fluff
smut
june 14, 2020: High Standards pt 1 (i've never finished this omg)
➸ “This is a sentence with a dialogue tag at the end,” she said.
➸ “This,” he said, “is a sentence split by a dialogue tag.”
➸ “This is a sentence,” she said. “This is a new sentence. New sentences are capitalized.”
➸ “This is a sentence followed by an action.” He stood. “They are separate sentences because he did not speak by standing.”
➸ She said, “Use a comma to introduce dialogue. The quote is capitalized when the dialogue tag is at the beginning.”
➸ “Use a comma when a dialogue tag follows a quote,” he said.
“Unless there is a question mark?” she asked.
“Or an exclamation point!” he answered. “The dialogue tag still remains uncapitalized because it’s not truly the end of the sentence.”
➸ “Periods and commas should be inside closing quotations.”
➸ “Hey!” she shouted, “Sometimes exclamation points are inside quotations.”
However, if it’s not dialogue exclamation points can also be “outside”!
➸ “Does this apply to question marks too?” he asked.
If it’s not dialogue, can question marks be “outside”? (Yes, they can.)
➸ “This applies to dashes too. Inside quotations dashes typically express—“
“Interruption” — but there are situations dashes may be outside.
➸ “You’ll notice that exclamation marks, question marks, and dashes do not have a comma after them. Ellipses don’t have a comma after them either…” she said.
➸ “My teacher said, ‘Use single quotation marks when quoting within dialogue.’”
➸ “Use paragraph breaks to indicate a new speaker,” he said.
“The readers will know it’s someone else speaking.”
➸ “If it’s the same speaker but different paragraph, keep the closing quotation off.
“This shows it’s the same character continuing to speak.”
Sometimes you need to sleep, sleep a lot. Not to escape, but to rest your soul from your feelings. Because everything, absolutely everything devours you. Completely.
You don't have to force yourself to bounce back so quickly. I read something recently that said "when you come in from a rainstorm, you don't expect yourself to be dry and warm right away", and it really resonated with me. It's okay to take time to dry off and warm up. Take the time you need to process what happened to you.
a/n: hey y'all! this is my first fic on this account. just a fun little jj one shot - lmk what you think!! (gif not mine - credits to the creator)
pairing: jj maybank x reader
summary: you and jj have been dating secretly for half a year, and a small question about a mysterious new tattoo leads to his friends finding out about the two of you.
word count: 2.8k
warnings: fluff/humor, marijuana use, implied sexual content, I think that's it
JJ’s not the greatest at dates, and he’s aware of that. But when it comes to you, he’s decided to step up his game, and that’s why he took the initiative to take you to Charleston for your birthday. While he currently can’t afford to spring for an elaborate dinner at a pricey restaurant, he’s trying to make tonight something special. Usually, you’re the one who has to pick up the slack when it comes to romance—though you’re not great at it either—but he figured that since it’s your birthday, all the planning should be his responsibility.
And so far it’s been great.
Walking hand-in-hand down the cobblestone streets of Charleston, you can feel how much freer JJ is when he can take you out somewhere people won’t recognize you. It’s been hard keeping such a big part of his life a secret from his friends for so long, but he doesn’t want to push it too far. You’re what he calls ‘kook-like,’ since you’re from Figure Eight but you went to the local public school instead. And while you never really interacted back in high school, JJ doesn’t want to have to explain to his friends everything about your relationship. It’s private, and though he knows he’ll confide in the Pogues at some point, he’s just not there yet. And thankfully, it doesn’t seem to bother you.
It’s been silent for a while, but not uncomfortable. You just enjoyed a delicious meal that JJ had to fight with you to pay the bill over, and you feel calm. Peaceful. Outside of the Outer Banks, there are no kooks and no pogues, just the two of you.
Choosing to break the silence, you voice your inner thoughts. “It’s nice to not have to worry about running into people we know, you know?”
JJ nods. “Yeah, it’s nice to know that I can kiss you without being afraid of being punched by Topper,” he teases.
You chuckle at his comment before pulling him to a stop. “You said you’d never bring it up!”
“Hey, he’s your ex-boyfriend,” JJ retorts, pointing at your chest.
“Hardly. We dated for two weeks when I was fourteen. And it’s still my greatest shame.”
“I thought I was your greatest shame.”
You roll your eyes, knowing he’s joking. “Never.” As he leans in to kiss you, you can swear that you’ve never felt lighter. You’re a bit tipsy from the drinks at dinner and JJ has a sparkle in his eyes that’ll never stop making you smile.
His lips press to yours, and you swear you know what the romantic comedies mean when they talk about fireworks. It’s nothing too heated—you’re standing on a sidewalk and you’re not that crazy—but it’s special and passionate. Your lips are a perfect fit for one another, and if you don’t pull away soon you know you’ll get swept up in it.
Knowing JJ has other plans for the two of you, you break away from the kiss and wrap your arms around his shoulders. “Alright, so what’s next on the agenda, Jayj?”
And that’s when you spot it—the signature twinkle in his eye that only shines when he has something a little bit crazy planned.
“Oh no…” you protest in preparation for whatever’s about to come out of his mouth.
“Okay, it’s just a crazy idea I had and it’s totally up to you. We don’t have to do it, but I think it would be fun.”
“What?” you ask. He unwraps your hands from his shoulders before grasping one of them in his own again, and starts to guide you down the street. “JJ, where are you taking me?”
“You’ll see.” He winks, and at that point you decide to just let him lead you wherever. You know he’d never put you in danger, and he’s safely gotten you out of your comfort zone many times before, so you’re sure that it can’t be too bad. Right?
As the two of you walk down the street hand-in-hand, your mind wanders. You’ve accepted your fate, but where could JJ possibly be taking you? And before your mind settles on a single answer, he pulls you to a stop in front of a little brick-walled building. ‘Inks Tattoo Parlor,’ the sign reads.
“Okay, I know it might be a crazy JJ idea,” he starts.
“I’m glad you’re self-aware,” you retort.
He rolls his eyes. “Just hear me out. I know we haven’t been dating for long and maybe I had too many drinks at dinner but I know you’re it for me. We’re young and I know we haven’t talked about marriage and I know we’re nowhere near there yet—”
“JJ, just breathe,” you say to comfort him, squeezing his hand in reassurance.
“Well, basically, I love you. Like a lot. Like more than I ever thought I could, and I think I want a tattoo of your initials on my ass.”
And then you give him the weirdest expression he’s ever seen. He can’t tell if he’s scared you off or turned you on or maybe both. But slowly, a smile makes its way onto your face.
“Okay, well, number one: this is definitely a crazy JJ idea,” you start. “But crazy JJ ideas are part of why I fell in love with you, and it’s your ass—you can do whatever you want with it. Frankly, I’m honored.”
He smashes his lips to yours and you kiss him back, chuckling against his lips. “Oh, babe, by the way, this ass belongs to you, too.” You playfully swat his chest, and his smile only grows.
You don’t know if the drinks from dinner are finally getting to you or you’re just on a high from spending so much quality time with your boyfriend, but as you and JJ wait for him to get tattooed, your mind starts to wonder if maybe you should get one as well.
After the tattoo artist finishes up with his previous client, you get up from where you were waiting next to JJ and look at the intricate designs on the wall. “Hey, Jayj?”
“What’s up?” he asks, looking up from his phone.
“What do you think of this font?”
JJ squints before deciding he might as well come over to get a better look. Standing behind you, he rests his head on your shoulder and examines what you’ve been pointing to.
“It’s alright, but not my thing,” he responds, as he wraps his arms around your waist. “Plus I think I’m just gonna stick with something simple. No twirly shit.”
You chuckle at his description of the font. “I didn’t mean for your tattoo, Jayj. I meant for me.” And that catches him off guard.
Unraveling his arms from around your waist, he moves to stand in front of you. “You’re getting a tattoo?” he questions.
A bit annoyed at his disbelief, you roll your eyes. “Why is that such a big deal?”
Racking his head for an answer that won’t make him sound like a dick, the best he comes out with is “well, it’s just not very… you.”
“Maybe that’s the point.”
JJ lifts his hands in defeat. “Hey, it’s your body. Your body, your choice, and all that, or whatever.” You chuckle at his wording. “What would you even get?”
“JJ, duh.”
His eyes widen. “You’re not serious.”
“Why not?”
He stares at you for a minute, looking deep into your eyes, trying to see if you’re joking with him, but he can’t seem to find any nervousness. “Well damn. Where are you gonna get it? And don’t say your ass because that would just be copying me.”
You roll your eyes. “No, I was thinking on my hip, right above my bikini line, you know? And it wouldn't be big or anything, just two J’s. No extra swirls or details or whatever.”
JJ puts his hand to his chin as if he needs to think it over, before stepping as close to you as possible and whispering in your ear, “that’s kinda hot, honestly.” He punctuates his comment with a kiss on the inside of your neck, and before you can do anything more you hear a clearing of breath from the tattoo artist.
“You’re up next.”
The two of you break apart from one another as if you’re fifteen and you’ve just been caught making out by the lockers during class time. JJ winks at you before laying down on the cot. “Alright, man, tat my ass up.”
Two weeks later…
“Kie!”
“Wake up!”
“Get up, Kie!”
“You’ve gotta see this!”
“Alright, I’m up!” Kiara relents, rolling her eyes as she wakes up from a heavenly nap in the hammock on the employees-only floor of the tackle and bait shop. “This better be an emergency.”
Sarah, John B., Pope, and Cleo squint a bit at her casual threat. “Okay, so it’s not exactly an emergency,” John B. clarifies. But before Kiara can object again, he explains, “JJ has an ass tat!”
“What?” Kiara asks, still a bit dizzy from her nap.
“JJ has a tattoo on his ass,” Pope clarifies proudly, and Cleo rolls her eyes in response.
“I know what an ass tat is, thank you very much,” Kiara bites back. “And why do we care that JJ has one? And also, how do you know that he has one?”
“Okay, well, you know how sometimes JJ doesn’t wear underwear?” John B. asks.
“Gross, but yes, I think we’re all unfortunately aware after the regrettable cliff diving incident last July.” Everyone shudders in horror at the memory.
“We care because it’s not something JJ-y,” Sarah explains. “He has a tattoo of someone’s initials!”
“And it’s not like JJ to, you know, ink anything remotely sentimental on himself. To be honest, I was surprised he didn’t get a joint tattooed on his ass first,” Pope elaborates.
“Well, what are the initials?”
“Y/I. And I can’t think of anyone with those initials.” John B. answers.
Now invested in the mystery of JJ’s ass tat, Kiara concentrates, trying to think of who she might know with those initials. Coming up with nothing, she asks, “Are we sure it’s not just something stupid?”
“Come on, Kie. It’s JJ. If there’s anything we’re sure about, it’s that there was a high level of stupidity involved in this decision,” Pope answers.
“Fair point,” Kiara concedes. “How did you even see the tattoo?”
“John B. walked in on him sleeping butt naked,” Sarah confesses. He shoots her a look, and she smirks. “I’m just glad you didn’t find it cuter than mine.” John B. rolls his eyes in response, and Sarah chuckles.
“Never,” he says, before kissing her on the lips.
“Gross!” Pope interjects.
Elsewhere on the island, you and JJ are enjoying a day at your favorite secluded part of the beach. The waves never get especially big here so you’re not crowded by surfers, but it’s a nice area to get away from it all and simply relax with one another.
You’re lounging on a towel, letting your back tan, as you engross yourself in your current book. Right next to you, JJ sits shirtless on his towel as he does whatever on his phone. It’s been relatively quiet for a while until you sense your boyfriend starting to stir.
You glance over at JJ only to see him typing incessantly on his phone.
“Babe?”
“Yo,” he says in acknowledgment, but without looking up from his screen.
You roll your eyes and move over onto his towel, making yourself comfortable behind his bare, sun-tanned back. Looking over his shoulder, you try to make out what he could possibly be doing.
Wrapping your hands around his stomach, you feel his abs tense under your fingers. “What’s going on?”
“I think our cover might be blown,” he answers, placing his hand above his phone so you can see the messages in the blaring sun.
John B.: Please tell me she’s not a kook.
Sarah: Hey 🙁
Cleo: We want to meet her!
Pope: How did you convince her to go out with you? Is she being held against her will?
Kie: I stfg JJ if you don’t just tell us her name.
Sarah: We’re at the usual surf spot on the beach, bring her over!
Pope: You have to come now because I need proof that a real human woman agreed to go out with you. Also if she doesn’t exist then JB owes me fifty bucks.
“Your friends are funny,” you say into his ear, and he smiles wide.
“So, what do you say? Do you want to meet them? I know we’ve kept this thing a secret but I guess it’s pointless now.”
“I’d love to meet them,” you respond, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before standing up and packing your book, towel, and your cover-up into your bag.
Once you’re all packed, he grabs your hand and pulls you into his chest. “Thanks for doing this, babe.” He lightly presses his lips to yours.
“Don’t thank me, I can’t wait to meet your friends and hear all the embarrassing stories you haven’t told me. And of course I’ll have to share some of my own in return.” You return his kiss, and for a few seconds the two of you just stand there, kissing under the hot sun. His tongue makes its way into your mouth, and you tug on his messy blonde strands in response. He moans into the kiss, but before it can get too heated, you pull away. “As much as I love this, if we don’t stop, I don’t think we’ll make it in time to meet your friends.”
“Who cares about them?” he jokes, before pressing his lips to you again. And then, in signature JJ fashion, he grabs your bag in one hand and tosses you over his shoulder.
You shriek in response. “JJ put me down!”
“You’re the one who wanted to hurry. I’m just making sure you don’t get distracted.” As he walks you to his truck, you giggle at being held upside down, swatting his butt playfully.
Meeting his friends goes great, and you easily fall into a rhythm with Sarah, Kiara, and Cleo. John B.’s extra welcoming since your existence means that Pope now owes him fifty bucks, and by late afternoon you’re all relaxing around a bonfire. Gathered in a circle around the flames, you swap embarrassing JJ stories and enjoy just getting to know the Pogues. You pass around a joint, and a comfortable silence grows among the group, interspersed with a few chill conversations. Lounging in between JJ’s legs, his hands begin to wander before settling comfortably on your hips.
He plays with the hem of your cover-up, pulling it up and down ever so slightly. Sarah sits next to you, tugged under John B.’s arm. She glances around the group before she notices a bit of ink along your bikini line. “Ooh, that’s such a cute spot for a tattoo, what is it?” she asks.
You feel your face warm and JJ shoves his head into your back, chuckling at the situation.
The rest of the group looks confused at JJ’s reaction, and now everyone’s attention is on the both of you. Realizing there’s no way out of this, you meet JJ’s fingers at your hip and ever-so-slightly move the string on your bikini bottom so that Sarah can make out what it says.
She squints. “Oh my god! You have JJ tattooed on you!”
Everybody else’s eyes go wide and they all look at you in shock.
“Really?” Pope asks, questioning your judgment, and Cleo slaps him in response.
“Leave her alone, it’s cute.”
You smile at Cleo in thanks, and JJ looks at Pope. “Pope, it’s like the hottest thing ever, I swear. The sex was great already, but now–”
You cover JJ’s mouth with your hand in embarrassment, as John B. smirks in amusement. It’s silent for a second before JJ decides to lick your hand and you immediately pull away. “Ew!” you shout, and your boyfriend howls in amusement.
Standing up from between JJ’s legs, you wipe your wet hand on your cover-up, before tugging it off. “Anyways, I’m going to go for a final swim before the sun goes down completely. Anyone want to join?”
“I just want to finish my beer, but I’ll join you in a minute,” Sarah answers, and you smile. Cleo and Kiara nod in agreement, and you make your way into the water. But before you can reach the ocean, JJ runs up to you and lifts you off the ground. You yelp at his antics, and again he lays you over his shoulder. He turns around to wave at the group as they laugh at the two of you.
The rest of the Pogues look on as JJ drops you into the water. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but they might be perfect for each other,” Pope confesses.
Everyone nods in agreement. “They’re adorable,” Sarah adds. “Absolutely adorable.”
so... please let me know what you think! I don't currently have a taglist, but if you'd like to be tagged in my next jj fic, please send me an ask :)))
“You know what I'll miss the most? Your hugs. They feel so warm.”
(tb to July 2024 when a kid said this to me on the last day of summer camp<3)
“You are just a little piece of shit.”
“I don't think I could have done this without you...”
“Please, please. Don't go. Don't leave me here!”
“God, you are so annoying.”
“You really have no idea, do you?”
“Why in the world would you ever like someone as fucked up as him?”
“I am sorry. I couldn't... I just couldn't control it.”
“What are you doing here?”
“No. I can't do it. I can't let you break my heart again.”
“I am not a Pogue. You know that.”
“Woah, I am surprised you were able to cover up that ugly face of yours.”
“When are you finally going to kiss me?"
“So you are in love with Sarah?”
“I think... I think I like girls. No, I like her. A lot.”
“Do you ever fucking grow up?”
“You are not the same as everyone else...”
“I am scared of you.”
“Oh my god. So this is who you have been cheating on me with the whole time?”
“I need your help, please.”
“Aha, I knew it.”
“Oh my god! This is it! Oh my goodness, guys!”
“I never stood a chance, did I?”
“I crave your affection, but I crave your silence even more. Oh god, just shut up.”
“I know it was a blatant lie when you told me you loved me. I knew it from the very beginning.”
“Got permission to kiss your beautiful lips?”
“You grew on me, alright? Did not mean to, but shit happened anyway.”
“Say one more thing and I'll set your fucking ass on fire.”
“Wow. You got me there.”
“You know what just ruined my day? Seeing your face.”
“I should have left you bleeding to death.”
“Why are you flirting with anyone you see?”
“I like looking at your stupid face.”
“Did I stutter?”
“I should have never saved you.”
“Care to tell me what's going on?”
“I didn't know I wasn't allowed to look at pretty girls.”
“There is just no way... me liking them? No. That's just... impossible.”
“I am so deeply grateful for you. And I am sorry I didn't tell you earlier.”
“You’re my family... you know that, right?”
“Oh okay, so now you're one of them too?”
“Every time I see you... my heart just aches for you, but I know it's not right. You're not right for me.”
“Oh shut up, you know I'm pretty, John B.”
“Are you okay? Your face seems a little red.”
“Remember when someone asked for your opinion? Well, me neither!”
“I will never be 'your woman'.”
“You think you can outsmart me?”
“I'd give up anything to kill you right here and right now.” - “Go on then. Choke the hell out of me, Rafe.”
“So what? You're diagnosing me with idiocy now and curing me all because you've got your fucking master's degree?”
“If I'd get a penny for every time you swear, I'd be rich now. Richer than the gold could ever make us.”
“I never thought I'd regret you so badly.”
“Just stay out of my business, pretty face.”
“Don't talk to me like that ever again.”
*gets caught by the police* “Uhh... yeah, you know, we were just- kissing! You know, we are teenagers who are lovey dovey with each other... and yeah, um-“
“Wooow! You are capable of shutting up! I am so proud of you.”
“Why do I always have to be the one to save you idiots?”
“You know what I would really enjoy right now? Throwing you out of the window.”
“I can't wait to get married to you.”
“Nothing that ever comes out of your mouth makes any sense. Except for your tongue. Especially when it's down here.”
“That's gonna be one of hell of a ride.”
“Look. At. Me.”
“Are you seeing what I am seeing? Oh bro, I need to wash my eyes with soap-”
“May I have this dance with you?”
“You are not my father!”
“I am sorry. I... I did it again.”
“You know, *name*... it's not nice to not let girls win. Because they'll do anything to make you lose the next time. I will ruin you.”
“I came down here so I could hear your voice.”
“And you call yourself an adult?”
“Holy shit! Shit- I'm gonna be a dad!”
“I wouldn’t be so sure of that, ma'am.”
“Do you wanna join us?”
“I can't do this without you.”
“I think I fell in love with a Kook.”
“Please, let me go...”
“Let me help you, please. Let me be here for you this time.”
“You make me sick to the stomach.”
“WHAT DID YOU DO?”
“No. I could never forgive you. No matter how hard you try.”
“So what, it's all my fault now?”
“You have to choose. You can't get both.”
“Yeah babygirl, let's do this one more time!”
“You look like you could use a drink.”
“What the fuck are you doing at my house?”
“It feels illegal to do this...”
“I thought we were friends.” - “I lied.”
“What is the point of trying if it just proves I'll never be good enough?”
“Funny. I didn't realize you and *name* had become so close. When did that happen?”
“Why did you wait with kissing me until they walked in?”
“So you're saying you want me, your most hated enemy, to help you catch some guy? Makes no sense.”
“I'll get it back for you. Don't worry.”
“I didn't want to learn a lesson. I didn't want them to be a lesson in not trusting people.”
“You’re not awful company when you're not trying to be shady or obnoxious.”
“Why are you still wearing the necklace they gave you weeks ago? You hate them.”
“Scoot over. I'm staying with you tonight.”
“You know what I'll miss the most? Your hugs. They feel so warm.”
“Hey hey, look at me. I accept you for who you are and I still love you deeply, even after knowing this. I love you even more now, actually.”
“Can you promise me with your crooked pinky finger?”
“Do you want to run away with me and never come back?”
“I told you to stay away from me! But you never listened. God!”
“Oh my god, rememher when you put your arm around me for the first time? I felt my knees buckle, that was so pathetic of me!”
“I want you around. If I didn't, I wouldn't be here, would I?”
