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Matters of Time

Origins Chapter 1

JJ Maybank X Routledge Reader

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Style of Writing: Series

Rating:PG-13 ~ For fluff and cuteness, but some adult commentary or even some triggering content.

Edited: Yes

Word count: 5,105

Post Date & Time: March 23rd 2025 at 5:01 PM

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Summary: The reader, her brother (cousin) and all of their best friends go on a adventure of a lifetime. Feelings become muddy as the adventure gets more and more dangerous.

Authors Note: This is a very very VERY slow burn, so beware of that. Updates for this series will most likely be very slow so be warned. Each episode will have chapters for that episode. We hope you guys enjoy our first real JJ Maybank series.

You sit leaned up against JJ who sits right next to you on the scaffolding and you can’t help but feel absolutely content to just stay right there. He keeps one arm around your shoulder and the other holds his beer hooked over the bar in front of you guys. Your own beer sits off to the side completely forgotten about. 

“That’s what?” Pope asks, breaking the peaceful silence you all sit in as he looks up at John B who stands on the roof occasionally standing on one foot and trying to balance. 

“A three-story fall to the deck…?” Pope continues “I give you about a one-in-three chance of survival,” he finishes off, John B just hums sucking his finger into his mouth before holding it up as if trying to figure out which way the wind blows. 

“Should I do it?” He asks after a moment still holding his foot out over the edge. 

“Yeah, you should jump,” Pope agrees and you shake your head curling into JJ some more as the wind picks up. 

“I’ll shoot you on the way down,” Pope calls out as he holds the drill he’s been playing with up at John B.

“You gonna shoot me?” John B asks as Pope gives out a small ‘yep’ as John B holds out his hand pointing it like his hand is the gun making a ‘pew,’ sound as he pretends to shoot the imaginary gun his hand makes. 

“They’re gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers,” Kiara speaks up as she walks back out from looking around the house. 

“Of course they are. Why wouldn’t they?” JJ asks like it’s a no brainer and you stifle your own laugh into his shoulder at his sarcastic comment making him smile when you do. 

You reach out and grab his beer before tossing it back and taking a drink. When you’re done you put it back in his hand and he gives you a look at which you only shrug too. He smirks before shaking his head and only pulling you back into his side. 

“This used to be a turtle habitat, but who cares about the turtles, I guess,” Kiara comments with a halfhearted shrug and you scoff looking down at her. 

“I’d protest this house a million times if the doofus on the roof would let me. I tried to, but he and doofus  number two sitting next to me stopped me,” you add as you look up at your cousin up on the roof and jab an arm into JJ’s side. 

“Rude! We just didn’t want you sitting in the slammer again,” JJ protests after he groans and rubs where your elbow had jabbed him in the ribs. 

“It’s not like I haven’t done it before. I would have been fine,” you disregard with a shrug before again taking JJ’s beer. 

“Doesn’t mean we wanna see ya in there princess,” JJ replies and you smile softly at him trying so hard not to blush. 

You go to take another drink of the liquid, but you pout when JJ takes it back. He pokes your nose and you only pout at him even more while crossing your arms. 

“You have your own right next to you. Don’t finish mine off,” he points to yours down by your side and you shrug. 

“I like stealing yours,” you tell him with a smirk and he playfully gasps. 

“Then I’m going to steal yours,” he jokes back and you gasp. 

“Now that’s just crossing a line, blue eyes,” you quip to him as if it’s the most serious thing ever and he chuckles, shaking his head before pulling you closer again as well as leaving a small kiss to your forehead. 

“I can’t have cold towels,” John B comments, changing the conversation again as he shakes his head after watching you and JJ mess around like the two of you always do.

It brings him a bit of peace whenever he watches you two. He knows, heck everyone knows you and JJ have always been so close. He knows JJ has always had a soft spot for you and you him, but he also knows you two would never in a million years break the no pogue on pogue macking rule. Maybe JJ would, but you would never and JJ respects you enough to not break it if you don’t want him to. 

“Can you you please not kill yourself?” Kiara asks as she looks up at John B on the top of the roof. 

“I second that!” You call out and giggle when Kiara holds a hand up at you as if to say ‘see I’m not the only sane one here,”

“Don’t spill that beer. I’m not giving you another one,” JJ calls out and you again jab your elbow into his side making him laugh before he tilts the beer back to take another drink. 

“I’m the only one that gets to,” you joke with a smirk when JJ rolls his eyes and shakes his head again. 

“Only because you steal from me and end up drinking mine then I have to drink yours,” JJ comments and you giggle smiling at him. 

“So that means we each get one. If we share them both,” you tell him and again he rolls his eyes at you. 

“That actually kind of makes sense…” Pope comments, almost confused by how much sense it actually makes. 

“Woah!” John B then shouts and down drops his beer to the ground. 

“Oh, shit,” he calls out as he regains his balance and you giggle. 

“Of course you did. Like right when I told you not to,” JJ shouts dramatically rolling his eyes and you laugh. 

“Smooth,” Kiara muses with a smirk and she turns to look at you to which you shrug, smiling at her. 

“A-plus,” JJ remarks as he claps while John B groans from the roof. 

“Dumbass,” Kiara comments, making you laugh again as she shakes her head. 

“I mean, really…” you add on to Kiara’s words with a playful roll of your eyes. 

“Hey!” A new voice calls out making you look over at Pope who leans against the railing. 

“Hey, uh, security’s here. Let’s wrap it up,” Pope calls out as he taps the banister railing and turns back to the group. 

“Alright. Boys are early today,” John B wanders out loud as he looks over at the officers. 

“Humpty Dumpty, let’s roll!” JJ calls out to John B as he looks over at the roof and you bust out laughing. 

He then leaves a big kiss on your cheek before pushing off and rolling back behind you. He makes a funny noise as he stands. “Yeah,” John B agrees with JJ as he starts to climb down the side of the roof. 

“Let’s go guys,” Kiara calls out and she smiles up at you. 

“Gary, is that you?” JJ calls out as he leans over the side of the scaffolding to see what cops had come.

“Get down,” Pope orders with a roll of his eyes as John B finishes climbing down the side of the roof. 

“It’s me! Gary, good to see you man!” JJ calls out like he and the cop are old friends and you can’t help but to laugh as you stand behind him. 

JJ then swings down off the scaffolding then turns and  reaches up to help you down. Once he knows you're on your own two feet he goes over to Pope and Kiara. 

“Is it time?” John B asks as he too swings down from the scaffolding behind you. 

“You’re just asking for it,” Kiara remarks as JJ comes up to them. 

“Isn’t he always?” You ask with a giggle when Kiara just agrees with you. 

“Rude! Just rude, Princess,” JJ bursts as he looks aghast at you before wiggling a finger at you. 

“What you gonna do about it?” You playfully tease him, bouncing your eyebrows and Kiara gasps before smirking as you run past a shocked JJ. 

“Oh, now it’s on,” JJ calls out once his shock wears off and he runs after you. 

Kiara shakes her head and laughs before running after the two of you guys as well. You all run though the house all laughing and taunting the police officers. You dodge the guy coming around the corner, but you don’t warn JJ so he ends up almost running into the guy. He thinks fast though and quickly dodges the guy as well. JJ runs in front of you now just as the other cop tries to wrap his arms around him and he again dodges making the cop trip so you can run right behind him. 

“Not much of a hugger man,” he turns back to tell the officer before turning back around, he pushes through a small opening and you follow right behind him coming up right beside him as you continue to run now right behind Pope. 

“Go, Pope! Go! Go, go, go, go, go, go, go,” JJ calls out as you both continue to run behind him. 

You slow down for a moment, but JJ comes up next to you and gives you a small push telling you to keep going. Pope comes to the fence first and jumps over it falling to the ground. You jump over right along with JJ who squats down to a groaning Pope. 

“Get up, Pope, fatso’s coming,” JJ tells Pope, tapping him on the butt before standing and rushing around the tree just as fatso gets to the fence. 

“Hey! Come here, you little pricks!” Fatso yells out at you guys as he gets stuck trying to jump over the fence. 

Kiara and John B then drive up in the Twinkie and he honks the horn. “Bus is leaving!” He shouts out to you guys making you run faster with JJ right by your side. 

“Come on guys! Whoo!” Kiara shouts out just as you guys dive in the back. 

You land in the very back seat with JJ off to your right as you land laying against him. You then sit up huffing and puffing trying to get air back into your lungs as JJ rubs your lower back for a moment while turning to the back watching the cop run after the bus. 

“Check out Gary, gunnin’ for a race,” Pope calls out and you all laugh watching the cop chase after you. 

“Come on, Gary!” JJ encourages in a sarcastic vote of confidence. 

“Wait. Slow down. Hey! You little pricks!” Gary calls out as he continues to run after the car. 

“Come on guys…” you chide with a playful roll of your eyes. 

“Yeah, you’re gonna give him a heart attack,” Kiara adds onto your statement with a smirk of her own. 

JJ quickly pushes up from where he sits and he carefully rounds you. He stops and looks out the door at Gary, holding a hand out to him. 

“You're so close! You can do it!” He playfully pretends to cheer the man on as he leans out of the door reaching his hand out to him and you can’t help but to put your hands to your face as you laugh hard, so hard you almost turn red. 

“There you go!” JJ encourages as he throws him a beer, but Gary misses and it flies behind him. 

“Ohhh…. They don’t pay you enough, bro!” JJ taunts the poor guys some more, shaking his head which only makes you laugh harder. 

“JJ, stop. Stop,” Kiara tells him as she holds up a hand in front of him. 

“Oh, come on. That sort of initiative is just begging to be punished,” JJ laughs with a smirk as he leans back into the bus. 

Finally he moves back to sit with you again and you're still laughing, making him feel proud of himself. You calm down along with everyone and cuddle into his side again as he wraps his arm around your shoulders. Kiara spares you a look and you fight not to blush at her knowing look. She smiles softly at you before turning around to watch on as John B continues to drive. 

John B finishes in the bathroom after just having woken up. He flushes before walking out of the bathroom and through the château. He walks past what’s counted as JJ’s room, the one he mostly uses when he’s not sleeping on the couch or in Y/n’s room with her. As he walks past he catches JJ in the room with some touron he’d met at some point. 

“Dude! Come on, man. Get outta here,” JJ tells him, throwing a can at him as he walks past and reaches in to pull the door closed as he leaves. 

He then walks into the living room and finds Kiara on the couch where she’d slept. He mutters a “Morning, Kie,” as he walks past her and she sighs out a ‘Morning,’ back. He sees a picture on the wall so he walks over and grabs it before putting it back up onto the wall. He looks at the picture of his parents for a moment before looking up at the picture of his uncle and cousin. A picture he knows his cousin despises to look at so he looks at the next picture that’s just of his uncle who’s supposed to be his and his cousin’s illegal guardian, but has somehow also disappeared again. 

It wasn’t out of the ordinary for his uncle to disappear though. His uncle had left y/n with them when she was the raw age of three and since then he’d visit, make her promises he couldn’t keep then just up and leave again. John B has always thought of his cousin as more of a twin sister than a cousin. Every time his uncle would break her heart, both JJ and he would always without fail or hesitation seek to cheer her up. 

“Uncle T!” he calls out as he lifts the bottle he holds up and clinks it against the glass. 

He then walks to the kitchen and grabs another beer. He walks out of the château onto the porch and finds Pope on the couch. 

“Hey,” he calls out to him as he walks up. 

“Oy,” Pope replies holding up a hand and John B walks over doing a quick handshake with him. 

“Have you seen bee?” He asks Pope about his cousin wanting to check in with her. 

“She’s in her hammock. Seemed upset over something… had her headphones in like she does when she wants to ignore the world,” Pope informs him as he points lazily over at the hammocks. 

“Okay. Thanks, buddy,” he replies before rushing off as Pope just mumbles out an “hmmm,” before going back to sleep. 

John B walks out down the stairs and into the yard. He then walks over and sees his cousin laying in her hammock writing in her journal. 

“Bumblebee?” he calls out to you, but you just keep writing. 

“Bee…?” he calls out again, now plucking your headphone from your ear. 

“Oh. Hi JB,” you nonchalantly greet him and just keep writing. 

“You okay there, bee?” he asks with a sad look, knowing you're definitely upset about something. 

“I’m fine, JB. Thank you for checking up on me, but I’m good,” you mutter out, but he gives you an unconvinced look, making you sigh. 

“Okay. I’m not fine… please just leave me be…” you finally admit and his face falls in sadness for his cousin. 

“Is it what I think it is again?” he asks, eyebrow popping up and you just nod, biting your lip as you try to keep the floodgates of tears at bay. 

“Do you want some company or maybe cuddles?” he asks, knowing those are the two things that help you and he ignores the small words of “I’ll never be the one that’s enough,” that he reads in your journal pretending he never saw them because you’re journaling is your safe place. 

You’ve always been a writer and your journal has all your thoughts and feelings inside of it. He’d never in a million years be the brother that reads your stuff. He respects your privacy even when he does catch small glimpses into it, he never says a word. Yet he can’t help but feel sad for his sister whenever he catches sentences like that, knowing exactly why she’d written it. 

“No. JB, really, I’m fine,” you insist and he sighs before laying on his own hammock. 

“Yeah, well I don’t give a shit. I’m going to keep you company,” he replies and you roll your eyes as you finally look over at him as he holds his beer out to you. 

“You really don’t have to, you know?” You ask him as you take the beer, take a sip before handing it back to him and he shrugs before laying down on his own hammock next to yours, one arm behind his head the other holding his beer on top of his stomach. 

“Just pretend I’m not even here,” he tells you and you roll your eyes, playfully annoyed, yet secretly you start to feel better with your cousin brother next to you. 

“Oh, DCS called again. Cheryl wants us to come into her office,” you inform him and he groans, covering his face before rubbing it. 

“Can’t they just leave us alone…” he groans out and you nod in agreement.

“Really. We’re fine right where we are. Do you suppose we both have to go…” you question and he sighs before taking a drink of his beer. 

“I’m guessing they want us both there, bee. Why? You got a hot date or something…?” he asks and you shake your head at him. 

“Something like that…” you trail off and he sits up to look at you. 

“No shit? You actually have one?” he asks and you giggle at his sudden interest. 

“No. Just thought I’d scare ya a bit. You know there’s only one person for me…” you answer him with a smirk that soon falls. 

“Yeah I know… why won’t you be coming?” he sympathizes with you before deciding to change the topic and you pause. 

“I’m going to my cove…” you inform him and he understands right away. 

The cove was a place you, JJ, and John B had found when you were younger. Maybe thirteen or fourteen and it kinda just became your place you’d run to whenever you need time to yourself. JJ, you and John B are the only ones to this day that know about it and that it’s your place. They both know if they can’t find you anywhere else that’s where you’d be. They even started calling it your cove because you just love it so much there. 

“Just stay safe, okay? Going out there alone is dangerous. Way to many big ass sandbars out there,” he reverently requests and you smile softly at him. 

“I will. Don’t worry, I go there all the time,” you promise him and he shrugs. 

“It’s still dangerous. Even if me and JJ are there or not. Just be safe, please,” he practically begs you and you smile appreciatively at him. 

“Really, JB. I promise I’ll be safe,” you reiterate and he grins at you, pleased with your answer. 

“Alright, John, it’s come to our attention that you and your sister are unemancipated minors living on your own,” Cheryl starts as she walks into the room and takes a seat at her desk taking off her glasses as she sighs. 

“Had Bee been here, Cheryl would’ve been chewed out for that one,” John B thinks as he rolls his eyes at the use of his name. 

He doesn’t even correct her on her comment about y/n being his sister because as far as he’s concerned, she is. It’s on all their paperwork that they are cousins, but anyone that really truly knows them knows they’re more like siblings. Cheryl learned this back when his uncle first took custody after his dad disappeared. She called y/n his cousin and he immediately corrected her that she was his sister. 

“No… no,” John B scoffs rolling his eyes and she gives him a strict look. 

“No,” he finalizes with his eyebrows raised and she gives him a look of disappointment. 

“John, I need honesty to help you. That’s what we both want, right?” she asks and he shrugs nonchalantly.  “I’m being honest,” he easily lies to her and she sighs. 

“Okay. Then where’s your sister?” she asks and John B looks right at her. 

“She had an appointment. Couldn’t make it,” he again nonchalantly answers with another shrug and Cheryl fights back a groan. 

“Okay… then when was the last time you spoke to your uncle?” she asks as she looks down at her paperwork before looking back up at him. 

“Uh… thirty four minutes ago,” he tells her as he sarcastically looks at his wrist that definitely doesn’t have a watch on it. 

“When was the last time either you or y/n saw him?” she asks very pointedly as she starts to write his answers down on her paperwork. 

“Two hours and… forty three minutes ago?” he answers like it’s a question before shrugging as he just hopes she’ll buy what he himself knows he’s making up. 

“We had a good ol’ family lunch together,” he makes up on the spot and she goes quiet for a moment as she sets her pen down to look at him. 

“John, we’re gonna come out there tomorrow to talk to your uncle. If he’s not there, we’re gonna move forward with foster care. For both you and y/n,” she informs him as she picks up her pen. 

“I want to assure you, we’re going to find you both a safe and loving home,” she finishes off and he just nods along. 

What they don’t know is that John B, nor you would do everything in your power not to be separated. You both would stay together and in your home no matter what. John B had made that promise to himself a long time ago; that no matter what happens it’s him and his sister against the world and nobody was or is going to ever take it from him. That’s what he thinks of as now Kiara, JJ and Pope sit by the fire on the beach just talking and laughing as John B sits over on a small hill trying to figure out just how to keep himself and his cousin together. 

“Holy shit,” John B comments when the idea hits him as he watches the news on the Tv where the anchor woman is warning people about hurricane Agatha. 

He looks at the lady next to him as if to ask her what she thinks and she mumbles out a “I don’t know,” while shaking her head. He looks back at the tv a moment before backing out of the crowd of people watching the tv. He walks out of the shop and says hi to Howie as he passes the man. The storm alarm blares and people all run around screaming for things as they scramble to get ready for the storm. He walks out to the pier and stops for a moment to make a phone call. 

“JB? What’s up?” You ask through the phone and he shakes his head. 

“Looks like that assessment won’t be happening, bee… I’m gonna call right after this and ‘reschedule’ it,” he informs you and you let out a happy laugh. 

“Thank God! I was so dreading it!” You tell him and you chuck a rock in the water. 

“Okay. I’ll see you at home then?” he asks as he hears wind behind you and you pause. 

“Bee?” he asks when you don’t respond. 

“Ugh, fine. I went to my cove… now I’m stuck on a sandbank and can’t get the pogue off of it…” you sheepishly admit and he groans, rubbing his face. 

“Okay. Uh, call JJ. Ask him to get Pope on his dad’s boat and pull you off. Send him your location. I have to make this call really quick,” he explains and you nod even though he can’t see you. 

“Okay… I’m sorry, JB. I started home as soon as the weather changed,” you promise him and he nods, sighing. 

“It's okay, bee. JJ will help you. Just call him,” he tells you and you nod again before he’s hanging up the phone. 

Once you end the call with your cousin you sigh, setting your phone on the small dash space above the wheel and trying to get the pogue off of the sandbank once more. You groan, letting your head lean against the wheel for a moment when it doesn’t move even an inch and pick up your phone again. You battle with yourself for a few minutes before finding JJ’s number and clicking the call button. 

“Hia, Princess. What’cha need?” he picks up on the second ring, chirping ever so happily into the phone as he always does and your heart leaps. 

“So, umm…” you pause, biting your lip and he hums, hinting at you to go on. 

“I got the pogue stuck on a sandbank. JB says he’s not able to come out to help me. Can you maybe ask Pope if he can use his dad’s boat and come pull me off of it?” You ask him and fear creeps up though him as his eyes widen. 

“Woah woah, you went out in the pogue now?!” he asks and you bite your lip again. 

“To be fair. I went out before there was any indication of a storm. I started to head home right as the weather started to change,” you inform him, biting your lip and he sucks a deep breath in while pinching his nose. 

“Okay. Okay. Send me your location,” he tells you and you hum out in confirmation as you pull the phone away from your ear and put it on speaker. 

You hear him rushing somewhere and then you can vaguely make out a conversation with Pope. While he talks to him, you shoot him your location and wait a few minutes. 

“There, it’s sent to you,” you inform him after a moment and you hear the conversation stop for a moment. 

“Okay. We’ll be there soon. Hold on babe, we’re coming,” he quickly rushes out before hanging up, leaving you a mess of emotions. 

While you wait you take the time to remind yourself that JJ always uses nicknames and pet names. The ones he calls you don’t mean anything, but whenever he does use a pet name for you, you can’t help but feel pure happiness. Finally after a few minutes you see another boat come into view and immediately recognize it. The boat pulls up right in front of the pogue and you can’t help but smile when you see both JJ and Pope. JJ rushes over and hops onto the pogue just as Pope gets the other boat stopped. 

“You okay, princess? No injuries?” he asks over the growing wind as he ties a line to the boat before coming over to you and you smile up at him. 

“I’m okay, JJ. No injuries. Promise,” you reply as he seemingly looks you over and he smiles softly at you when he deems your words true before pulling you into a tight hug. 

“Come on, then. Let’s get you outta here before the storm goes crazy,”  he tells you as he holds out his hand for you and you smile while taking it. He helps you over onto the Heyward boat before hopping back over himself. 

“You okay there, bee?” Pope teasingly asks and you slap him in the shoulder as you walk past. 

“I’m very okay. Thank you for coming to rescue me,” you reverently tell them and JJ grins big and wide. 

“Anything for you, Princess,” he tells you as he comes over next to you. 

Pope works hard, revving the boat's engine a couple of times and soon he’s able to pull the pogue off of the sandbank. You sit down on the back bench and JJ comes alongside you. You shiver unintentionally and JJ raises an eyebrow at you. 

“You cold?” he asks and you shrug lightly as you start to rub your arms. 

“A little. The wind really picked up while I was waiting for you. I don’t have anything to cover up with,” you inform him and he frowns as he realizes you’re only wearing your suit. 

“Where’s your sweater? You always wear that thing,” he asks, referring to your favorite sweater you’d once stolen from him and you shake your head refusing to tell him why you’re not wearing it. 

“You’ll laugh at me if I tell you,” you tell him as you shiver some more and he sighs before pulling you into his side. 

“I won’t laugh,” he reassures with a frown and you sigh. 

“Fine. Promise me you won’t?” You ask with a look of skepticism. 

“Come on, Princess, you know me. I won’t laugh at you,” he points out and you sigh again, trying to gain the courage. 

“It stopped smelling like you…” you admit, not looking at him as you wait for the laughs to start. 

“Awe, princess. I’m flattered, really, but you should be wearing it. We don’t need you getting cold,” he finally speaks and you look up at him, he looks amused yet there’s no hint of laughter on his face. 

“Also, if you wanted it to smell like me, shoulda just asked,” he now jokes and you roll your eyes, slapping him lightly on the chest. 

“Oh yeah, cause I’d definitely come up to you and say ‘Hey JJ. Your sweater that I wear doesn’t smell like you anymore… mind changing that?’ I don’t think so,” you sarcastically reply with a roll of your eyes and he shrugs. 

“Something like that. I know it calms you. I woulda done something about it in a heartbeat,” he nonchalantly informs you and you feel like your heart might just beat out of your chest. 

“Good to know. Thanks, JJ. Hey, Pope, hear that?” You ask the other boy on the boat and he chuckles. 

“Oh, that JJ’s your bitch! Yeah, I heard it!” Pope jokes, making you smirk as JJ’s mouth drops open. 

“What?! No I'm not!!!” he defends himself, making both you and Pope appease him by just agreeing. 

To Be Continued…

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You knew JJ was hurting, his face usually marked up by his father. Those bruises had to make his body ache, but you didn't push him to open up, he preferred to keep it inside, hidden from view because that was what he learned to do, what he grew up doing.

You never expected him to let you in, so you did your best to be there for your precious blonde best friend. Making sure he had something in his belly, made sure his injuries were taking care of, keeping an eye over him without overstepping. Little did you know that this only made him want more, your soft touches went straight to his heart.

You, Kie and Pope were heading home after a frustrating day, JJ stormed off earlier, John B had gone god knows where with Sarah, and you guys decided to call it a night, all tuckered out from brainstorming ways to get the gold out of the well. "When did John B. have time to do this..?" You asked, motioning towards the LED lights stringing from the many trees surrounding the Château. Pope and Kie looked equally confused as you guys pulled up beside the house.

You turned off the car, pulling the car keys out as Kiara and Pope began unloading the truck, holding some supplies you guys had acquired for your gold getting. You heard the faint sound of a generator humming and your eyes fell to a familiar face. "JJ?" Pope asked. The three of you stood in front of the boy sitting in a hottub, confusion spread on your faces. He smiled at you, strands of his damp blonde hair stuck to his forehead. "Cmon guys get in the cats ass" he said smugly. "The what..?" Kie questioned, her tone soft as her confusion grew. "The cats ass" he responded, smirk on his face. "JJ, what happened to the money?" Pope asked referring to the money JJ had stolen from Barry earlier. "Well... with the generator, the lights, hottub, and speed delivery.. pretty much all of it.." He said, champagne bottle in hand.

"You spent all the money in one day.." Pope says harshly, the frustration evident in his voice. He sighs "You could have used the money to pay for restitution-" "Or given it to any charity" Kiara adds, equally frustrated. JJ pinches the bridge of his nose, rubbing it softly.

"WELL I DIDN'T DO THAT... I BOUGHT A HOTTUB FOR MY FRIENDS.. No screw friends, I bought a hottub for my family.." His voice going soft as he stands, revealing angry purple bruises littered over his sun kissed body.

The silence was loud, JJ's frustrated breaths being all audible. "Oh JJ.." was the only thing you could say before dropping the supplies in your arms and rushing over to him. Kiara and Pope in shock at his battered state, gave eachother a knowing glance, JJ had gone home.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, not pressing yourself too roughly against him to avoid hurting him any further. He clung onto you as sobs racked through his bruised body, burying his face into your neck as hot tears ran down his face. You felt yourself getting emotional at the sight of him, feeling such pain for your usually fun loving, goofy blonde boy. Stroking his hair gently, placing soft kisses to his head, you whispered to him, "I'm so sorry baby.." your voice pained. This just caused him to press his body into yours more, desperate for your care. Once his sobs were reduced to sniffled, you pulled away slightly to look at him. Though hesitant to let you go, his grasp on you relaxed and he looked at your eyes. "How about we go inside? Get you cleaned up?" you asked gently. "Yeah" He whispered softly.

You took his hand in yours, glancing back at Pope and Kiara who had decided to give the two of you some space, both giving a sad sympathetic smile. You pushed the screen door open, JJ following you into the house. You took him into John B's spare room, practically JJ's room due to him crashing there so often after a rough time with his father. You both just sat on the bed, the room silent but not awkward. You turned your head to face him, watching as he fidgeted with the rings on his fingers, scooting closer to him to wrap an arm around his broad shoulders. He tensed but softened at the feeling of your touch soon after, resting his head on your shoulder.

"I'm sorry.." He choked out, his voice barely audible. You shook your head, holding him tighter "You have nothing to be sorry for." You traced lightly on his arm as he spoke again "Yes I do, I got my ass beat and I went and blew all the money" his voice pained. "JJ.. we'll figure out something to do about the money, but that's not important, okay?" "Baby your black and blue, money is replaceable, you aren't" you stated, looking back to him. You watched as his face softened and tears filled his lash line, he quickly hid his face into your shoulder, shifting closer to you. You stayed like that for about 10 minutes, allowing him to calm down. He looked up at you before breaking the silence "Can you- do you mind staying with me?" he asked visibly nervous you would say no. You nodded quickly in response "Wasn't planning on leaving you" you admitted with a tender smile. He visibly relaxed, a soft sigh of relief escaping his lips, head still resting on your shoulder.

He pulled his head off of you, hazily stepping to his feet. You watched him as he searched through the dresser for something to change into, he settled on a T-shirt and some sweatpants, grabbing one of his shirts and shorts for you as well. You accepted great fully, "thanks" you said as your hand reached for the clothing he offered. He nodded as he pulled the shirt over his head, you turned away from him to give him privacy and change into the clothes he lended you. When you were both changed into fresh clothes you crawled into bed, both physically exhausted. He looked at you as if wanting to ask something, you assumed what it was and opened your arms which his instantly crawled into. His body weight heavy but you didn't mind, his hair was still slightly damp from the water but you didn't care, you ran your fingers through it anyways, his head laying in the crook of your neck, content sighs leaving his lips. You had never seen your bestfriend this way, but it didn't make you think any less of him, didn't make you see him differently, just made you care about him even more than you already did. His grasp on you tightened as if he was scared to let go. "Not leaving you, okay" you whispered. "Better not" he said, feeling the smile on his face against your skin.

This is what JJ maybank had been wanting, yearning for, for so damn long. This is what he had been needing. Your body pressed against his, holding him in your embrace and whispering sweet nothings into his ear. You were the first person to ever be gentle with him, to treat him like he was worthy. He never wanted this to end, shamelessly wanted his bestfriend to keep calling him sweet names and rubbing his back, holding him as if he was the most precious thing in the world. For the first time in his life, he didn't feel like he needed to run, he couldn't bring himself to ruin this, he needed you more than he needed to protect his pride and build his walls sky high. For the first time in his life, someone had called him baby and been truly gentle with him. He wasn't sure he could ever get enough of it.

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JJ Maybank Headcannons

The biggest softie when it comes to his loved ones

Struggles with anxiety and panic attacks, gets triggered by glass breaking, just aggressive/violent sounds ifyk what I mean

Heavy sleeper, could sleep through a hurricane

Protective, my man gets territorial when it comes to his people, ESPECIALLY his girl

Would melt if you made him anything like a friendship bracelet, necklace, etc. He would never take it off

Doesn't like feeling vulnerable and helpless so, he suppresses his feelings until he crashes out

Such a sucker for head scratches and back rubs

Gives the best, warmest hugs in the world, especially with those strong arms

Could drift to sleep hearing your soft humming

Fidgets when his rings/holds his chest when he's anxious

Human version of a golden retriever

"Casual" cuddles with his girl "best friend"

If you guys were dating, this man would be CLINGY

Loves music, it comforts him after having a not so great run in with his dad

Always calling you cheesy nicknames just to make you laugh

Would destroy him to see you hurt or crying

If he caught feelings, he would be absolutely insufferable, never failing to bring you up when hanging out with John B and Pope

His hands would be warm, calloused, and a bit on the clammy side

Human furnace, perfect for the winter ;)

Definitely one of those guys that randomly starts twitching when they sleep or sleeps like a victorian child with the plague

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better - jj maybank

summary - in between season 3 & 4 when they're building their lives with the gold and jj wants to get his act together for you

word count - 1.9k

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you were an artist. you always had been - whether it was drawing random doodles on the side of your worksheet in class, or sketching out the boys' names in fancy calligraphy, or coming up with a new layout and decorating scheme for the chateau when you deemed it bland (after john b refused to let you paint all over the twinkie), or even reworking furniture to flip and sell to make a few bucks, you were always artsy. it had begun to work out really well for them.

you designed the surf shop and all of poguelandia with the help of your uncle, who was a contractor by trade. you carefully curated the indoor and outdoor decor, picking out pieces unique to your friends and your story and making it a homely, pseudo-trendy little shop. only when that was finished and you had it running did you turn your attention to your guys' home.

jj loved watching you work. at the moment, you had sarah helping you finish up the paint for the main living room as you put a final coat of white on the shiplap accent wall you'd had jj install for you. you had him put a similar one in your shared room upstairs, but had yet to paint it, claiming that you'd rather have everyone's space finished before focusing on your own.

john b walked in the kitchen and spotted the boy seated at the bar, his fingers typing away at the laptop you had gotten from your parents when you were sixteen - you know, before you'd jumped ship and left home to find treasure with your friends. he grabbed a can of lemonade from the fridge as he furrowed his brows, coming up behind his best friend. he squinted his eyes at the screen.

"job listings? what are you-?"

the lid slammed shut on the computer, jj spinning around with a shake of his head.

"it's nothing, bro, okay? don't worry about it."

john b stared at him incredulously. "j you have a job here. we literally own a business now, what are you-?"

"outside," jj said shortly, standing and walking out the back door quickly, john b following after. you looked up from your spot in the living room, glancing back at sarah with a shrug once the boys slipped outside.

once they stood face to face again, john b gestured for him to go on. "so?"

"look," jj said with a sigh. "i know we've got this shop, and it's so great. but, i just keep feeling like it's all too good to be true. like, we have this money now, but it's all gonna be gone in a second."

"it will be if you're the one in charge of it," john b said offhandedly. jj sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"and i know that too, alright? which is why i need more," he answered.

"why? what's going on that you need more money - and money that's separate from us?" john b asked, staring the boy down in pure curiosity. jj's eyes weren't on him though, instead going through the sliding glass door that separated them from their girls right to where you were painting once more, bobbing your head to the rhythm of the music sarah had turned on. "oh."

jj let out another heavy breath. "you and sarah are like, married now, right? and i can hear you guys when you're talking about starting a life together and me and y/n have started talking about it too recently... just, when the time comes i want to be able to provide for us. i want to be able to go out and buy her a ring and a dress and marry her and never have her worried about finances ever again. we've both had to deal with too much of that."

"wow, jayj," john b breathed out, a soft smile pulling at his lips as he rested a hand on his shoulder. "i'm impressed. you're really pulling it together, aren't you?"

"i'm trying," he said with a sigh. "i've worked a lot of jobs before and i'm willing to do it again. anything to make sure she's happy."

"she'll be happy with you no matter how much money you make," john b promised as he smiled at him. "and we'll all always have each other's backs. even if when y'all decide you want to be together forever you don't have all the money you want, we'll help you buy that ring and that dress and get it done."

"thanks, jb," jj breathed out, but with the lack of a smile and the tenseness in his shoulders still, john b knew he wasn't going to be accepting handouts anytime soon. even if it was still shared money between friends and not just handouts.

you'd recruited him to help finish up a few things in your bedroom, managing to finagle a thrifted and refinished dresser up the stairs and below the tv you'd stolen from your old bedroom. jj began hanging curtains as you put both sets of y'all's clothes away, giving yourself one extra drawer for your extra clothes. he finished before you did, watching you with a smile as you tucked his shirts into the top drawer all organized by color, finally shutting it to be done with the task.

"last thing to do is the bed," you hummed as you turned to him with a smile. you moved to begin pulling the white sheets on, jj tucking the corners before you grabbed out the blue comforter with a simple white stripe pattern that alternated thicknesses. "i nabbed this from my grandparents - my nana always buys them when they're on sale for christmas and never does anything with them."

"i know," he said with a light laugh, grabbing the opposite edge from you and helping you pull it over the sides. "she gave one to me for my birthday once. didn't exactly know why."

"because that's what she had and she probably felt bad," you answered, laughing softly with him. you tossed the throw blanket kie had given you for your birthday a few years back onto the corner to add dimension to the look, finally placing the two throw pillows you'd let yourself splurge $30 on at kohl's at the center. you smiled, glancing around the room before looking back at jj. "there. our room is complete."

he sauntered around the bed with a grin, taking you in his arms and leaning in close to your face as he met your eyes. "our own room, with our things, in our house with our friends, on our land, with our business down the road by our boat."

"our boat?" you asked with a teasing smile, hands wrapping around his neck as he held you close to him. "it's mine too?"

"what's mine is yours, princess," he told you, pressing a short kiss to your lips.

"even the dirtbike?" you asked, a brow raised in jest as a teasing smile tugged one corner of your mouth up.

"well, sure. it's yours too, but that doesn't mean you get to ride it, sweet thing," he answered with an amused grin, pressing more kisses to your lips and jaw.

"our next purchase should be a car. or a truck. an old truck. i like old trucks," you told him as his lips trailed to your neck. he paused, bringing his head back up to meet your eyes again, though his grip tightened on you.

"me too," he mumbled. "but, i think there's something we need to buy first."

"what?" you asked, tilting your head curiously. he glanced his focus between your eyes, a soft smile pulling at his lips.

"well, actually... i already bought it," he hummed. you sighed.

"and how much was it?" you asked, raising a brow.

"does it matter?" he asked, raising his brows as his smile grew.

"jay..." you groaned, head falling back in exasperation. "we talked about budgeting-"

"hey, hey, hey, hold on," he said, pulling you closer to him and catching your eyes again. his smile was mischievous as ever as he turned slowly, turning you with him. "you don't even know what it is yet."

you sighed, a small smile sneaking its way onto your lips. "alright. what is it?"

"well, my first paycheck just came in from working with your uncle, and i thought i might as well get it now," he said, dragging his words in the suspense as you continued to eye him. he looked you up and down, his smile still wide as he winked. "have i told you how good you look in that dress?"

"every time i've worn it," you laughed. "reckon that's why you bought it for me."

"damn right," he said, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. you giggled against him before pushing him back, raising your brows.

"what is it?" you asked, almost eager now. "what'd you buy?"

surprisingly, he released you, stepping back as he shoved a hand in his pocket. his smile was wide, but his eyes softened as he brought his hand out in front of him. he breathed out his next words nervously; "i really hope you like it."

and then he was on his knee, and in his fingers was a dainty, gold ring with a small circle diamond on top. right there, in the room you'd just finished, the room you shared, in the house you and your friends rebuilt, with the shop you owned just down the beach - he was proposing.

"i really want to marry you," he breathed out with a nervous laugh, his fingers squeezing the ring tightly. "you're the love of my life, y/n. i really don't know what i'd do without you. being with you has been the easiest and best damn thing i've ever done and i want to be with you for as long as you'll let me. so, will you please marry me? i promise to provide for you and be there for you and-"

"yes," you said, beaming as you took his face in your hands. you laughed lightly. "absolutely yes, jayj."

he kissed you quickly, standing and wrapping his arms around your waist as he leaned into you. when he pulled back, he was laughing, causing you to let out a few giggles, wiping away a small tear at the corner of his eye. he kissed you shortly before bringing the ring to you, slipping it on the proper finger with a certain look of pride in his eye.

"it's uh, it's not much, it's not even a real diamond but i-"

"i love it," you cut him off, holding his hand as you glanced between him and the ring, beaming. "i love it, jayj. thank you."

he smiled, a breath of relief slipping past his lips as he gathered you in his arms again, spinning you quickly. he pulled back and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips again before stepping back away from you. he let out an excited whoop, grinning at you. he grabbed your hand and pulled the door open, dragging you with him down the stairs.

"she said yes!"

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In Another Life pt. 1

Pairing - Jackson Genrette x reader (Kook!JJ AU)

Word Count - 5,222

Series Warnings - swearing, smoking, angst, fluff, violence, weapons, blood, injuries, death, canon divergence (it's an AU innit?), drugs, alcohol, verbal & physical abuse

Summary - In another life, JJ Maybank was known by the name Jackson Genrette. The son of Larissa Genrette and grandson of Wes Genrette, making him the sole heir of Goat Island. Instead of being associated with surfing and smoking. Jackson was associated with the country club and yachts. Yet despite his unending wealth and Kook status, Jackson found himself intrigued by the adventures of the Pogues and found himself dragged along on an adventure he never could’ve anticipated.

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A/N - hey y'all! I am proud to be gifting y'all the first part of my Kook!JJ AU! I truly hope this is something y'all enjoy because I've put a lot of time into crafting this story and keeping it somewhat faithful to the main plot while adding my own twists into it (these better work out or I fear I may hide away out of embarrassment). anyways I won't ramble. as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback, and enjoy!!!

Jackson awoke to the sound of his alarm, forcing his eyes open as his hand flailed for his phone that sat on his bedside table, eventually managing to pick up the phone and turn off his alarm. Lying on his back with a groan, Jackson stares at the plain ceiling above him, mentally preparing himself to get out of bed.

“Jackson? Are you getting up? Your grandfather wants to be out of the house within the hour.” The gentle voice of Larissa, Jackson’s mother, floats through his door as he props himself up on his elbows.

“I’m getting up. Tell him I’ll be down soon.” Jackson calls back, pushing himself up into a sitting position and stretching his arms above his head. After stretching, Jackson forces himself up and heads into his en-suite bathroom, showering and then changing into some nice clothes to wear to the Island Club, the country club. It was not unusual for Jackson and his family to go to the country club on Kildare at the weekends. Wes enjoyed catching up with his friends over a drink or two while Larissa enjoyed seeing her friends and Jackson would play some golf. He occasionally hung out with the likes of Rafe Cameron and Topper Thornton but to say he enjoyed their company was an exaggeration of the highest degree. They mostly hung around him because they wanted to make themselves look good. It was no secret that the Genrettes were among the wealthiest of the Kooks. Rafe and Topper had attempted to use Jackson as a way to boost their own social status, something Jackson despised. He had been raised to respect everyone regardless of their status, Kook or Pogue, they were still people at the end of the day so Jackson wasn’t going to treat anyone any differently, something that Rafe and Topper frequently disapproved of.

After he finished getting ready for the day, Jackson made his way downstairs, smiling as he greeted his mother and grandfather as they sat at the table eating their breakfast.

“Good of you to join us, Jackson,” Wes says, his voice teasing as Jackson sits in his chair, plating up some food and digging in.

“I like to keep you on your toes, Grandpa,” Jackson replies with a joking wink, making Wes chuckle and roll his eyes. The three eat their breakfast quietly, stopping only to converse once in a while and once they all finished, they grabbed their things and made their way to the front door.

“Jackson, are you okay to drive the boat?” Wes asks, his smile already telling that he knows the answer.

“You know I am,” Jackson replies, grabbing the keys to the yacht from the box and heading over to the dock. The three board the boat and Jackson is quick to untie the rope before heading up to the wheel to start the engine and drive the yacht over to the docks of the Kildare country club. When they docked, Jackson helped his mom and his grandfather disembark the yacht before following them to the small restaurant, smiling as Wes went to greet his friends and Larissa spotted her friends.

“Are you going to play some golf or are you going to hang around here?” Larissa asks, turning to look at Jackson who shrugs lightly.

“It seems pretty quiet right now, I might see if I can get some time on the course before everyone else shows up,” Jackson says with a soft laugh.

“Okay. I’ll be here and so will Grandpa. Come back whenever you’re ready.” Larissa says, watching as Jackson nods with a smile.

“Got it. No different to any other week. I love you, Mom.” Jackson says, hugging his mom, and both of them smile ear to ear.

“I love you two, Sweetie. Now have fun.” Larissa says softly, gesturing loosely for Jackson to head off which he does. Jackson makes his way to the country club's golf building, heading to his own locker to grab his gold clubs and golf balls before making his way out to the course to set up his first tee.

“Yo, Genrette!” Jackson couldn’t help but sigh when he heard the familiar voice of Topper call out, turning to face both him and Rafe with a forced smile on his face, hoping his sunglasses would mask the fakeness of the emotion.

“What’s up?” Jackson says nonchalantly, fist-bumping Topper’s outstretched hand and nodding curtly towards Rafe.

“Just wanted to get some time in on the courses.” Rafe shrugs as Jackson nods, eyeing the pair cautiously. He didn’t recall seeing them when he made his way through the country club, yet he was unsurprised they’d popped up mere seconds after he arrived at the course. Knowing he now didn’t have a way out of the situation, Jackson was forced to allow the two to tag along with him, making their way around the various courses. Eventually, all three decided they wanted to buy a drink after spending a few hours playing golf in the hot Kildare sun. After returning their clubs to their lockers, they made their way to the small restaurant and bar and it took Rafe less than two seconds to be an asshole.

Jackson was semi-familiar with you. He knew your name, he knew that you worked the bar and restaurant at the country club, and he knew you were a Pogue. But other than that, you were a complete mystery to him. You were friendly enough to the Kooks who were polite, but you bit back with fierce venom if someone was ever rude or demanding of you.

“Hey, grab us all a drink.” He demands as he approaches the bar, completely ignoring that you were in the middle of doing something.

“It would be helpful if I knew what it was you wanted.” You reply, not even lifting your gaze to look at him as you talk, still focused on what you are doing.

“You know exactly what we want,” Rafe says, his hands turning into fists at your attitude.

“I’m not a mind reader, Rafe. How do you expect me to know what you want?” You then say, abandoning the task you were doing to address Rafe properly, not caring about how you were pushing his buttons. Jackson couldn’t help but admire your attitude towards him, most tiptoed around Rafe but you, in typical Pogue-like fashion, were not afraid to stand up to him.

“You piece of shit,” Rafe says, suddenly lunging and grabbing a fistful of your shirt, pulling you closer as you slam against the bar. 

“Rafe, back off.” Jackson suddenly says, stepping forward and ripping Rafe away from you, shoving him towards Topper and keeping himself firmly in between you and him.

“You’re choosing to defend that bitch?” Topper asks, astounded as he helps steady Rafe.

“Don’t call her that,” Jackson replies, his jaw set as he stares down the two.

“Come on man. She’s a Pogue.” Rafe says loudly, not caring about the attention he is gaining from the rest of the people in the restaurant.

“So? It doesn’t give you the right to be an asshole.” Jackson says firmly, his glare hardening by the second.

“Look, let’s go and sit down. Since Genrette wants to be so nice to the Pogue, he can get our drinks.” Topper says, attempting to quench the tension between Jackson and Rafe that has been building up. With a scowl, Rafe storms off with Topper in tow before Jackson turns around to face you.

“I’m so sorry about them. They’re assholes.” Jackson says apologetically, resting his arms on the bar, leaning a little closer as you shrug.

“It’s typical Kook behaviour. I’m used to it.” You say, your hand lightly rubbing your stomach where it had been slammed against the bar counter.

“Did he hurt you?” Jackson asks quietly, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he watches you.

“I’ve had worse.” You reply nonchalantly, dismissively waving a hand.

“That doesn’t make what he did okay.” Jackson insists, watching as you shake your head, far too used to the behaviour you’ve been on the receiving end of for many years.

“Look, there’s nothing anyone can really do about it so I just suck it up. What do you guys want to drink? If you wait any longer they’ll get pissed.” You say, smoothly changing the subject.

“I’ll just take a water,” Jackson says, already digging in his pocket for his wallet.

“And for the others?” You ask, grabbing a glass and filling it with water.

“They’re not having anything. At least not from me with the way they just treated you.” Jackson says, looking over at you.

“You know when they realise that you haven’t gotten them their drinks they’ll just come back over here, right?” You reply, placing the glass on the bar counter as Jackson extracts his wallet from his pocket, pulling some dollar bills from the wallet and holding them out towards you.

“Jackson, you got a water. That’s free here, you know that.” You say, raising an eyebrow at the wad of bills in his hand.

“Consider it your tip for dealing with those assholes all the time,” Jackson says, not dropping his hand.

“I can’t accept tips. They go in the jar and get divided equally. Besides, I couldn’t take your money just like that.” You say, gesturing loosely towards the glass jar that already had a sparse handful of bills inside. With a small sigh, Jackson shoved the bills back into his wallet before formulating a plan.

“Hey, have you taken your break yet? You look like you could use one.” Jackson says, watching as your eyebrows furrow.

“I don’t see what taking a break has to do with this.” You say, confused as to what Jackson was trying to say to you.

“Just trust me, okay? I know somewhere we can chat in private. Rafe and Topper will have no idea where you are and by the time your break is finished, they’ll have found something else to do.” Jackson says, watching you as you study him silently. One of your number one rules had always been to not trust Kooks, but Jackson seemed different, he had never treated you badly while you were at work, and he seemed to be genuinely trying to be nice.

“Okay, I’ll take my break. I’ll meet you by the staff exit. Rafe and Topper shouldn’t see us there.” You say, keeping your voice low as if Rafe and Topper were going to appear out of nowhere. With a nod, Jackson quickly downs the small glass of water as you head to talk to your boss about taking your break. Once Jackson saw you get the nod of approval from your boss, he made his way out of the small shack, avoiding Rafe and Topper and waiting by the staff exit, smiling as you emerged from the door.

“Come on,” Jackson says, gesturing for you to follow him which you do. You had never really been able to walk around the country club much, you were only expected to go straight to the building you worked at and then go straight home. You let Jackson lead you to the trees surrounding the golf course, finding a secluded spot and sitting down, gesturing for you to join him.

“You’re not about to murder me are you, Genrette?” You ask with a light laugh as you settle down on the ground, leaning against the tree behind you.

“I promise I have no murderous intentions. I just wanted to chat.” Jackson says softly with a laugh of his own. You had always been a mystery to Jackson. He’d only really interacted with you through your job at the country club. You went to the public high school while Jackson went to the private high school. You hung out with the likes of John B while Jackson was stuck with Topper and Rafe. You ran in completely different circles, yet Jackson couldn’t help but be interested. You weren’t afraid to fight back if someone disrespected you. To Jackson, you were the definition of a Pogue.

“Chat about what? I feel like we covered everything about the Rafe and Topper thing. I’m fine. I’ve dealt with worse. Trust me.” You say, looking at Jackson whose gaze flicks down to his lap before looking back up at you.

“I guess I just wanted to try and get to know you a little better. I know you’re friends with Kiara right?” Jackson asks, recalling how Kiara spent one year at the Kook private school, and how you had always, without fail be waiting for her outside the building with a smile when school ended.

“Yeah, Kie and I are friends. Did you hang out with her during her Kook year? She only ever mentioned Sarah Cameron.” You ask curiously, wondering if Jackson had spent any time with your friend.

“Honestly, not really. We spoke a little in class but I just never really got the chance to get to know her.” Jackson admits, hanging his head slightly.

“Your loss, Kie is awesome.” You say, leaning your head back against the tree and admiring how the sunlight filtered through the leaves.

“I’m sure she is.” Jackson agrees, glancing over at you.

“Something tells me you wanted to talk about more than just whether I was friends with Kiara or not.” You say teasingly, glancing over at Jackson as he smiles slightly.

“I already said it. I just wanted to get to know you better. I see you working here all the time and I’ve never offered you a decent conversation.” Jackson shrugs.

“I don’t often see you encouraging employees here to hang out with you for a chat.” You say with a laugh, arms folding across your chest.

“You got me there. I just think you’re interesting, that’s all.” Jackson says, making you tilt your head in confusion slightly.

“How so?” You ask curiously.

“You’re very sure of yourself. You don’t take shit from anyone. That’s really cool.” Jackson says, watching as you shrug lightly.

“Yeah well, when you grow up on the Cut you kinda have to learn how to stand up for yourself. No one else will do it for you unless you have a really good group of friends.” You say, a small smile on your face at the thought of your friends, the ones who fearlessly stood by you no matter what.

“You seem like you’ve got a good group of friends,” Jackson says, thinking of all the times he’d gone to bonfires and beach parties and seen you hanging out with your friends, always smiling and joking with them.

“I wish I could say the same about you. Why do you hang out with Rafe and Topper? They’re assholes.” You ask, curious as to why someone as kind as Jackson was regularly seen hanging out with Rafe and Topper.

“It’s not through choice, believe me. They like the social boost it gives them to be seen talking with me. I’m pretty sure Rafe is trying to use me to get close to my grandpa. He keeps talking business with me so he probably wants to try and strike some sort of deal between his dad and my grandfather. Topper… he’s just wherever Rafe is.” Jackson explains with a shrug, propping his arms on his knees.

“That sucks. You can’t just tell them to leave you alone?” You ask, glancing over at Jackson as he stares ahead of him.

“I’ve tried. They don’t listen. If I get too pushy I might make my family look bad. I can’t do that to them. I’d rather put up with them than risk anything happening to my family.” Jackson admits, letting out a small sigh as you study him carefully.

“You really love your family, huh?” You ask quietly as Jackson nods.

“Yeah, I do. It’s just been me, my mom, and my grandpa, since I was born. We’ve always been close.” Jackson says, a small smile on his face as he thinks about his family.

“That’s nice.” You say softly, bringing your knees to your chest and hugging them closer. Sensing your shift in tone and demeanour, Jackson glanced at you sadly, wondering if what he said had upset you. Without warning, you pull your phone out of your pocket, checking the time and then scrambling to your feet.

“I gotta go. My break’s nearly over.” You say quickly, shoving your phone in your pocket as Jackson also stands up, confusion written across his face.

“Hold on, it’s surely not been long enough for your break to be over,” Jackson says, confused as you begin to back away, checking the time on his own phone and discovering it had barely been twenty minutes.

“My boss hates when we take long breaks. I can’t afford to lose this job.” You say hurriedly, barely even glancing Jackson’s way as he watches you.

“Maybe I could vouch for you if your boss is upset. I can cover for you.” Jackson offers, a kind smile on his face.

“No!” You say abruptly, feeling guilt grip you at Jackson’s slight shock.

“Sorry. I just can’t let you vouch for me. I should’ve been paying attention to the time. It was nice to hang out with you. I’ll see you around, Jackson.” You say quickly and apologetically, offering Jackson a quick wave before rushing off in the direction of the bar as Jackson lets out a sigh, his shoulders sagging in defeat before trudging along to where he knew his mom was.

“Jackson, are you all done for today?” Larissa asks as Jackson approaches, where she and her friends are all sitting conversing.

“Yeah, the courses were beginning to get busy so I called it a day early.” He replies with a shrug, standing alongside Larissa’s chair.

“You have to start getting in early if you want the courses while they’re quiet.” One of Larissa’s friends muses, sipping on her drink.

“You hear that Jackson? You need to start getting up earlier if you want the courses to yourself.” Larissa teases, looking up at Jackson as he rolls his eyes lightly.

“Surely the weekend is a good excuse to sleep in, Mom,” Jackson replies, his voice light as he talks.

“Jackson, I hear you got into an altercation with Rafe and Topper earlier. Whatever happened?” Another one of Larrisa’s friends speaks up, glancing up from her phone as Larissa turns to look at Jackson with a look of shock.

“Jackson Genrette, what did you do?” She says quickly as Jackson glances over at her friend, wondering how she could’ve heard about it already when she wasn’t even present when it happened.

“I didn’t do anything. Rafe was hurting y/n and I just couldn’t stand there and watch. Yeah, I pushed him but it was to help y/n.” Jackson says, defending himself quickly as Larissa’s face slowly shifts to one of realisation as she softens.

“Oh, Jackson,” Larissa says empathetically, getting to her feet and leading Jackson away to somewhere they could talk in private as he follows her, head hanging as he wonders what she wants to say.

“Mom, I swear I wouldn’t have done anything but Rafe grabbed her and-”

“Sweetie, stop talking for a second. You know I raised you better than to pick fights.” Larissa says, cutting Jackson off as he squeezes his eyes shut, his head hanging even lower in his guilt.

“I’m sorry, Mom.” Jackson begins to apologise before Larissa cuts him off once more.

“I may have raised you not to pick fights. But I’m proud of you for standing up for that girl. I don’t like that Cameron boy, he treats everyone badly. He needed someone to tell him to back off and I’m so proud it was you. My sweet boy.” Larissa says, cupping Jackson’s face in her hands, gently tipping his head up so he can look at her. She smiles softly at him as he forces a smile onto his face.

“I just wanted to help,” Jackson mutters softly, leaning into Larissa’s hand, soaking up the comfort he so often received from her growing up.

“And you did. If anyone tries to accuse you of anything I will protect you I promise. While I don’t condone you using violence, you did what you needed to do and I won’t tell you off for it. I’m sure y/n won’t forget it.” Larissa says softly, her smile not fading.

“Thank you, Mom,” Jackson says, softly, yet the appreciation in his voice is clear, relief setting in that his mom would have his back should anything backfire on him.

“You don’t need to thank me, Jackson. Look, I’ll say my goodbyes and then grab your grandfather. We’ll head home in a moment. If you want to say your goodbyes to anyone now’s the chance. Maybe check in on that y/n.” Larissa says, smiling at Jackson as he nods.

“I might go and see how she’s doing. I’ll meet you by the boat.” Jackson says, nodding slightly as Larissa steps back.

“Don’t take too long,” Larissa warns, her smile teasing and revealing that Jackson was not under any time constraint. With one final nod, Jackson backs off and begins to cross back over to the smaller building you worked in, unable to stop his smile from widening when he catches sight of you behind the bar.

“Hey y/n.” Jackson greets, approaching the bar once more as you straighten up, locking eyes with him.

“What brings you back here?” You ask, wiping down the counter as you speak.

“Uh- my family was about to head out so I just wanted to swing by and make sure you were okay before I left,” Jackson says, leaning against the counter as you roll your eyes.

“I don’t need a protector if that’s what you mean, Genrette. I can handle myself.” You muse, eyes flicking up from the bar counter to look at Jackson.

“I’m sure you can. I just wanted to check in, that’s it.” Jackson says, holding his hands up in mock surrender.

“I’m fine, I promise. I can handle Rafe if he tries anything again.” You say, a slight boasting tone to your voice, proud of your ability to protect yourself if needed.

“I don’t doubt it,” Jackson says with a laugh, reaching out and grabbing a napkin and the pen you had clearly abandoned on the counter, scribbling something down before handing it to you.

“What’s this?” You ask with a raised eyebrow, eyes scanning the numbers scribbled down on the napkin.

“It’s my number. If you ever wanted to hang out outside of your working hours, I’d be down.” Jackson says with a shrug as you fold the napkin up and shove it in your pocket.

“Maybe I’ll take you up on that. If you’re not afraid to be seen with a Pogue.” You say, your lips turning upwards in a slight smile, trying to hide your worries about Jackson’s potential embarrassment at being seen with you.

“I wouldn’t have offered if I was afraid. I don’t care what people think.” Jackson says, an unbothered expression on his face as he watches you carefully.

“Thank you.” You mumble, a sudden shyness sneaking into your voice as your gaze flicks to the bar counter.

“I should probably head out but if you need anything, don’t be afraid to ask,” Jackson says quickly, shooting you a friendly wink as he heads out of the building, leaving you standing there, bewildered at the kindness shown to you by the Kook.

Jackson made his way back to the dock he had moored the yacht at, smiling at his family as he boarded the boat, pulling the keys out of his pocket and heading up to the wheel.

“Did you get to check in with y/n?” Larissa asks, following Jackson up to the helm as he nods.

“Yeah, I made it quick so she wouldn’t get in trouble. I gave her my number if she ever wanted to hang out when she’s not at work.” Jackson says with a light shrug, checking the controls of the boat, and making sure everything looks good.

“That’s sweet of you,” Larissa says sweetly as Jackson smiles softly, wondering if you’d reach out to him.

“Jackson! The boat’s untied. We’re good to go, boy! The sooner we get back home the better.” Wes calls up to him.

“He’s right. There’s a hurricane watch going on so we better be careful.” Larissa agrees as Jackson nods, noticing the dark clouds in the distance. He had known there was a hurricane risk like there usually was this time of year so he started the engine and began the journey back to Goat Island.

By the time the end of your shift rolled around, you had received a text from John B, letting you know that he was waiting for you and you quickly made your way out of the country club, locating the familiar van and crossing to it and climbing in the passenger seat, noticing the grey clouds growing closer.

“Yo, how was work?” John B asks as he begins to drive.

“It was normal. Same old Kooks.” You shrug as John B scoffs, shaking his head.

“Of course. Are you crashing at the Chateau tonight?” John B then asks, glancing over at you as you nod.

“If that’s okay with you.” You say in response, looking back at John B as he nods, focusing back on the road.

“My Chateau is your Chateau. You’re welcome anytime and you know my Pops would say the same if he were here.” John B says, trying not to let any upset sneak into his words as you soften. Big John had been missing for about nine months now, and John B was now dealing with the threat of being taken into foster care.

“I appreciate it. We’ll find your old man, you know? He’s a tough son of a bitch, he’s gotta be out there somewhere.” You say reassuringly, reaching over to squeeze John B’s shoulder. Big John had always been a positive father figure in your life, he opened his doors to you when he and John B learned of your familial situation and you wanted to help John B find him more than anything else.

“Looks like Aggie is really picking up.” John B says suddenly, noticing the wind beginning to pick up.

“Looks like it, yeah.” You agree, leaning closer to the window to look up at the sky.

“Me and Pope are probably going to try and catch some waves before she hits properly. You want in?” John B asks, looking over at you with a smile.

“Not this time, I’m pretty exhausted from work I just want to crash. Next time, I promise.” You say, feeling a yawn slip past your lips after you speak.

“That’s fair. Dealing with Kooks is exhausting.” John B says with a laugh as you let out a small scoff of your own.

“I mean you only have to deal with Ward Cameron. I have to deal with every Kook on this island.” You joke as John B reaches out to swat at you with a laugh.

By the time John B had pulled up outside his house, the sun was setting and it was becoming more and more obvious to anyone who was paying attention that a hurricane was due to hit.

“There you are! Are we heading out or not?” You hear Pope call out as soon as you and John B exit the Twinkie, eyes squinting against the lashing rain.

“Give me a minute to change, I’ll be quick.” John B says as the two of you rush towards the Chateau, greeting Pope as you reach the porch.

“You not coming, y/n?” Pope asks as you run a hand through your hair, pushing the wet strands out of your face.

“Not this time Pope. Is Kie not going either?” You ask, tugging your jacket off and laying it over the back of a chair to dry.

“Her parents wanted her home while the storm came in.” Pope shrugs.

“Makes sense. Their house on Figure Eight could withstand Aggie way better than any Pogue house.” You say, glancing over at Pope as he nods in agreement.

“Hey, the Chateau can survive anything. Don’t talk about her like that.” John B teases, tossing a crumpled-up piece of paper in your direction as you dodge it with a laugh.

“You two better be careful.” You say as the two head for the door.

“When are we not?” John B asks with a smirk as you roll your eyes.

“Pope, make sure he doesn’t get himself killed, will you?” You then ask, looking at Pope who nods.

“Without you to endorse his ideas I’ll have a much easier time keeping him in place.” Pope laughs as you flip him off with a roll of the eyes.

“Get out of here.” You say jokingly, chuckling as the two leave, leaving you alone in the house for the time being.

As the evening progressed, the storm got stronger and by the time John B entered the Chateau, the power had gone out and you were in the middle of lighting some candles as he burst through the door.

“Power go out?” John B asks as you nod, striking another match.

“Just a few minutes ago.” You reply, lighting a candle and then blowing out the match.

“Great. How long do you think our side of the island is going to be powerless while the Kooks live it up?” John B asks, collapsing on the sofa with a sigh.

“Hopefully it won’t be too long. Worst comes to worst we can nab a generator from somewhere.” You suggest with a wink as you sit down alongside John B, laughing as he shoves your shoulder slightly.

“And that’s what we’re not going to do.” John B says, getting up from the sofa as you chuckle.

“Aw, c’mon John B it’s a great idea.” You tease, leaning against the doorframe as he enters his room.

“Good night, y/n/n.” John B says with a laugh, closing his bedroom door in your face as you laugh.

“You know you love me, John B!” You call through the door, smiling as you hear John B chuckle behind the door before moving to make your way to the room that was unofficially yours, changing into the comfy clothes you left at John B’s house for the nights you stayed and settling into the bed. As you curl up under the covers, you face the window, watching the rain lash against it aggressively as the wind howls. You loved when storms and rainy weather hit the Outer Banks. You often would surf with John B and the others when the weather was like this or you’d stand out in the rain, dragging the other Pogues out into the downpour to relish in the weather. Hearing the rain against the window was almost comforting, reminding you of the fun times you’d have with your friends as you closed your eyes, allowing sleep to claim you as your thoughts went back to the Kook who had offered you kindness earlier in the day.

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pre-season one

Since moving to this island, you had found it kind of hard to make friends. Everyone there has known each other since the womb it seemed. So, when you finally began making friends with the girl who lived next door, Kiara, or Kie, it seemed like things were finally working out. She even invited you to meet her friends. Which is how you found yourself here.

You and Kiara walked along the sandy beach on your way to meet up with her friends. You weren’t too nervous. She had told you enough about them, the Pogues, as they were called. You were still trying to figure out the whole Kook/Pogue thing. It was dumb and you felt like you were caught in the middle of the Outsiders.

“Don’t let them intimidate you,” she mentioned as the soft winds blew your hair around, “if any of them bother you, they know how much shit I’ll give them.”

You smiled, “thanks, I think I can handle.” You moved your hair behind your ear as you looked down at your feet trudging through the sand.

“There they are,” she spoke. She waved her hand up towards them to announce your presence. “Hey, guys!”

You looked up to see three boys standing around some towels with poorly covered illegal beer bottles in their hands. They all looked over, smiling towards the two of you, friendly waving. Kie stepped over to the boys while you stayed behind on the sand. 

“This is Y/N,” she spoke, motioning to you. The three boys nodded in greeting with small “hey”s. “Y/N, this is John B, Pope, and JJ,” she pointed to the three boys who, from what you had seen from social media, stood in that same order.

Your eyes seemed to linger to the boy on the farthest right. He was nearly a foot taller than you and his blond hair had the exact surfer boy cadence that you would expect to see on the island. 

“Do you want a beer?” He asked as he leaned towards the cooler.

You shook your head, “no, thanks, I don't drink.”

“Oh,” he raised his eyebrows, although surprised. He took out a beer from the cooler, wordlessly handing it to Kiara. He looked back in the cooler, “there’s also a coke in here if you want..?”

“Oh, uhm, yeah, thanks,” you responded. He took the small can out and, instead of simply extending his arm to hand it to you, he decided to step maybe a little too close to you to put it in your hands. He held a little smirk on his face as he loomed over you. You felt your heart pick up speed and you were thanking God that he couldn't hear your thoughts, or even your blood flow.

“Here,” he spoke softly and you swear your knees wobbled. He stood there for a second too long before backing up.

Out of your line of sight, Kiara mumbled something towards the other two boys that you couldn't hear. She pulled her oversized shirt that she had been using as a bathing suit cover over her head, throwing it towards the ground, “you guys catch any waves yet?”

“We’ve been waiting for the tide to come in, so far, nothing,” the tallest boy, John B, answered.

She looked at you, “I’m gonna see how the temp is,” you began, “you wanna come?”

You nodded, “sure, yeah,” you took off your cover to reveal your pink bikini that suddenly felt as though it didn't cover enough skin.

“You can head over, I’m just gonna make sure my stuff’s okay,” she added.

You agreed and hopped over towards the ocean. Once you were out of hearing range, she spoke again, quietly to the blond boy. “Stop looking at her like that.”

He looked down at the girl, “what are you talking about, Kie?”

“Don't be dumb,” she tilted her head in your direction, “you’re looking at her like you look at the tourons that come in.”

“Kie,”

“No,” she shook her head, “she’s sweet, okay? Off limits.”

He held up his hands in defense, “alright, I’ll stay away from Cinderella.”

She rolled her eyes, “good,” she finalized before catching up with you.

“Hey, Kie,” you smiled, knee deep in the water.

“Hey,” she replied as she walked in, “shit, it’s cold.”

“It’s refreshing,” you laughed.

Back at shore, John B and Pope gathered their boards, checking them out. All while JJ stood slightly away from them, looking at the horizon. He ran his hands through his hair as a subconscious smile grew on his face at the sight before him. He watched you laughing alongside Kiara and he was sure a halo might as well have appeared over your head, a silent wish in his mind that the conversation from the boys behind him were just slightly quieter so he could hear it.

“Yo, Jayj,” John B smacked the boy’s back, “what’s up with you?”

JJ shook his head, “nothing, man.”

You turned around to catch sight of the guys. You saw JJ talking to the guys briefly until he turned around to grab his board. You couldn't help but admire his back muscles flexing when he stretched his arms above his head.

“Y/N?” Kiara spoke. You turned back, “right, sorry.”

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The Most Perfect Christmas Ever

JJ Maybank X Routledge Reader

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Prompt or Request or Requested Prompt?: Yes: (1) "Cute Christmas socks." (2) "Are you going to stay out there in the cold all night?" (3) "Come here. I bet you can fit in my coat with me and it’ll warm you up." (4) "Is that my scarf?" (5) "Be careful you’re clumsy and it’s really slippery out here." (6) "Ah. The ground is so slippy.!” (7) "Call me elf one more time!" (8) "Chaos has come again." (9) "Christmas is doing a little something extra for someone." (10) "Come here. I bet you can fit in my coat with me and it’ll warm you up." (11) "Everything I want I can’t have." (12) "Here. Let me pick you up so you can reach the top of the Christmas tree." (13) "How long ago did (Character) fall asleep?" (14) "I believe the Abominable Snowman may be real. I think there may be something in that." (15) "I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold."

Style of Writing: Single Fic 

Rating: PG ~ For all the fluff and cuteness, but a few adult comments…

Edited: Yes

Word count: 6,648  

Post Date & Time: Originally posted: December 25th 2024 at 1:45 AM Reposted: January 23rd 2025 at 10:57 PM

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Summary: You, your brother John B and JJ (Jackson Jessy "Maybank" Groff) spend another Christmas together, your first Christmas without your father after he’d gone missing. This Christmas however is different than all the others that the three of you have spent together. 

Authors Note: I got these amazing prompts from a fellow writers page @bonniebird Bonnie is an inspiration to me as well as an amazing writer and artist. I did change some of them up so they fit the story better, but I did try to keep them pretty close to the original prompts. Anyway, Bonnie’s work never fails to make me smile and feel all the feelings that I should when reading. I WISH I could write as amazingly as she does, but I’m nowhere near her level yet, I hope and pray that one day I will be. Ladies and gentlemen please go give her love and support because she really deserves it. She’s one of my many inspirations and I’m so so happy to use her prompts because they really pushed me to write this fic even though I was blocked for all of my other works. I feel like it helped me break out of it, so THANK YOU Bonnie for everything 🩵🩵🩵

Also this is our first JJ Maybank fic. We have so much coming out for JJ he will eventually be added into our main people we write for so be on the look out for when we add that in. We both hope you guys enjoy this one. 🩵

You hum softly to yourself along with the Christmas music you have playing as you lay out the decorations. Every Christmas, you, John B, your dad, and JJ would enjoy Christmas together. When you were growing up and found out what JJ’s dad did to him (you didn’t tell them of course, because that’s JJ’s place to tell people about it), you begged for JJ to start spending the holidays with you. Ever since that very first time they agreed, he’s always come over. It’s always been your absolute favorite time of year. How could it not be? When you have JJ and John B around you, your two favorite people? This year is different though, because it’s the first Christmas without your father since he had disappeared only a few months ago now. 

“Hey. Wow. You’ve really got everything ready,” John B comments in shock as he looks at everything you’ve laid out so far. 

“It’s Christmas, JB, of course I’ve got everything ready. Don’t I always?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at him and shrugging. 

“I can’t believe it’s Christmas Eve and we’re only now decorating…” you shake your head and he chuckles. 

“I know normally you have it all started the last week of November,” he comments, amusement clear in his tone. 

“I know right! I’m so behind. This year has been a lot… it’s been one stressful year…” you mutter out with a roll of your eyes and he again hums in amusement as you bite your lip. 

“Hey. I get it. It definitely has been wild,” John B agrees and you sigh. 

“It’s just… it’s the first one without dad. We should still celebrate, be happy to still all be together right?” You ask, unsure of your own words. 

“Of course, bug. I’m sure we’ll enjoy it,” he tells you as he stops you for a moment to pull you into a hug. 

“Plus, I’ll have my two favorite guys with me. I’m happy and I refuse to not be happy during my favorite time of year,” you push away from the hug as you ramble while continuing to lay stuff out, not bothering to spare a look at your brother. 

“Hey. I get it. I do. No need to preach it to me, bug,” he reverently tells you, giving you a small shrug. 

You continue to lay ornaments and many other decorations out on the table. You step back to look at your handiwork, proud of how it looks. You get pulled out of your thoughts when your brother laughs, making you look at him instead. 

“What?” You ask him, eyebrow propped and he points down at your feet. 

"Cute Christmas socks," he tells you though chuckles and you look down at them, pushing up onto your toes. 

“Oh, really? Good, I got both you and JJ a pair of your own,” you inform him with a giant grin and his face falls. 

“There’s no way JJ will be wearing those…” he tells you and you giggle. 

“Who says! They’re cute!” You cry out and he chuckles, shaking his head. 

“Sorry to tell ya, bee, JJ doesn’t do cute,” he tells you with humor lacing his tone. 

“Fine. You’ll wear them though, right?” You ask, giving him puppy dog eyes. 

“Not a chance. Puppy eyes don’t work on me anymore, bee,” he tells you and you smirk even though he’s not looking at you. 

“Really? Then why won’t you look at me, huh?” You teasingly ask and he huffs. 

“No reason. No reason at all. Speaking of your two favorite people, where's the other?” John B asks with a hint of humor, changing the subject as he picks up an ornament to look at before carefully setting it back down. 

“Actually, he was supposed to be here about thirty minutes ago…” you comment as you finally look up at the clock. 

“Don’t worry, bug. It’s JJ, I’m sure he’s just running late,” John B tries to comfort you, but you shake your head, rushing over to start putting your jacket on. 

“Exactly. It’s JJ. He’s never late this time of year. He loves having Christmas with us,” you comment as you shove your feet into your shoes. 

“Bug? What are you doing?” John B rushes over to you and you shrug as you stand while zipping up your jacket. 

“I’m going to look for him. What if he needs us?” You counter as you wrap a scarf around your neck and John B sighs. 

“I’m coming with you then,” he informs you as he grabs his own jacket. 

You give him a look of exasperation before shaking your head once more. You pull the door open before starting down the porch, but John B pulls you to a stop. You go to yell at him, but he raises his hands in surrender before pointing over at something and you turn to look where he's pointing. You see JJ sitting curled up on the dock and you sigh in relief. 

“You go talk to him. I’ll finish setting up, okay?” John B offers and you smile softly at him. 

“Don’t you wanna go over?” You ask, popping an eyebrow at him and he pauses with lips pursed in thought. 

“No. It looks more like a you and him moment,” John B answers with a small soft smile. 

“Okay. If you’re sure, birdy,” you tell him, giving a side eye to see if he changes his mind. 

When he doesn’t show any signs of changing his mind, you firmly nod at him before starting to walk over to JJ as John B heads back inside. It’s a cold night so you bring your cupped hands up to your mouth and breathe into them, hoping to warm yourself up a little. Once your hands have warmed up, you move them under your armpits, trying to keep them that way as you move closer and closer to JJ. 

“Jayj…” you call out softly and you can see your breath in the air. 

“Hi, cupcake…” he mutters, not looking at you which makes you frown. 

“Wanna tell me what’s wrong?” You ask as you sit next to him, your feet dangling over the side of the dock. 

“JJ, talk to me…” you mutter out when he doesn’t answer. You move to cuddle into his side, but he uses his shoulder to shove you off, still keeping his face out of view. 

“JJ. Seriously, what’s wrong?” You ask as you grab his shoulder, trying to pull him to look at you even though you already have an idea about what’s going on. 

“Just leave me alone, cupcake. Please?” he practically begs, still turned away from you and you frown even harder. 

“Jayj, please…” you whisper out to him once again and he sighs, finally turning to you, not liking the hurt in your voice. 

“Oh, JJ…” you gasp when you see his face full of black and blue bruises. You had a feeling that it’d be about his dad, but you had no clue it’d be this bad. 

“See, that’s why…” he mutters, looking away from you once more. 

“I don’t want you pitying me again… you do it far too often,” he mutters after you haven’t said anything.

“I don’t pity you, JJ. If anything I think it makes you incredibly strong…” you tell him with a firmness to your tone and he feels himself getting choked up. 

“Yeah… whatever…” he responds, not believing you as he shoves you off again. 

“I’m really sorry, JJ…” you mutter softly, not knowing what else to say to get him to believe you. You frown with a shake of your head as tears well up in your eyes.  

“What do you have to be sorry for? You didn’t do this…” JJ asks as he still refuses to look at you and you reach out for him again. 

“I’m sorry you have to go through this. I’m sorry you got dealt such a bad hand in life. I wish… I wish I could force Luke to see you. To actually see you,” you explain as you're finally able to pull him to look at you. He wishes he could wipe your frown off but only smiles softly at you. 

“It’s not so bad. I’ve got you and John B. It could be worse I guess,” he tells you with a shrug as he looks away again and out to the water. 

“I mean, you are right. Having us is pretty awesome,” you agree playfully, bouncing your eyebrows and he chuckles to himself, shaking his head. You smile, seeing his tough exterior finally starting to break down.

“It really is,” he softly agrees as he still looks out over the water and you hold back a sigh. 

“Well, are you going to stay out here in the cold all night and stew in what happened? Or are you going to come in and have fun with your favorite person?” You goad him while nudging him with your shoulder. 

“Oh, John B’s my favorite person now, huh?” he playfully asks, his own lips forming a bit bigger of a smirk now and you gasp. 

“Umm, no. I was actually talking about myself,” you respond with a deadpan look that makes him smile even more as he laughs, shaking his head. 

“What makes you think you’re my favorite person?” he asks you, all smiles now and you can’t help but smile alongside him. 

“It made you smile, didn’t it?” You answer him with a shrug and he’s shaking his head in disbelief again. 

“Yeah… yeah. It did,” he chuckles, continuing to smile softly at you.

"Well come on, then, let's get inside. We have a tree to decorate still and many other Christmas festivities,” you tell him with a beaming smile as you go to get up, but he reaches out and stops you. 

“Can we maybe just stay here for a moment more?” he mutters out and you blink at him for a moment.

“Yeah, of course, Jayj…” you softly tell him and he smiles a small smile at you. 

The two of you sit in silence for a little while before JJ, who's not wearing a coat, starts to shake a little bit."Come here. I bet you can fit in my coat with me and it’ll warm you up," You tell him as you hold your coat open to him. 

“Thanks, cupcake,” he mutters as he slides in under your arm and you smile warmly at him. 

“Of course, Jayj. It’s us against the world,” you whisper to him as you bring your pinky up and he smiles again before bringing his up as well, wrapping it around yours. 

“Us against the world, cupcake,” he agrees and you sigh, laying your head against his that now lays on your shoulder. 

“Hey, is this my scarf?” he asks after a while of silence as he lifts one of the sides of the scarf up. 

“Umm. Yeah, I think it’s the one you left here last year. I found it in my winter clothes. You can have it back if you want,” you answer with your cheeks burning hot and you try to hide your face. 

“Nah. Keep it. It’s a better fit on you than me,” he tells you softly and again you can’t help but blush. 

He says nothing else after that, just cuddles back into your shoulder and you squeeze his shoulder. The two of you stay sitting there, cuddling while looking out over the water in silence and just enjoying each other’s presence. 

“Hey, tweedledee and tweedledum, are you two going to stay out there all night and make me decorate alone? Or are you going to come be of some help?”John B calls out for the two of you from the edge of the dock and you both roll your eyes. 

“Well, you ready to go in?” You ask him and he smiles at you before nodding. 

“Yeah, let’s go,” he agrees before pulling away and the two of you start to stand. 

"Be careful cupcake, you’re clumsy and it’s really slippery out here,” JJ tells you as he stands up and you cross your arms. 

“I’m not that clumsy!” You fight back and he hums in amusement. 

“Okay. I’ll believe that when you're not tripping over thin air,” he jokes back with a smirk and you scowl at him. 

“Whatever…” you tell him as you roll your eyes before turning and taking a step to head back to the house. 

You let out a small gasp as you start to fall back, but JJ, knowing you well, was already reacting and quickly pulling you back up. You stare at him in shock for a moment before you slowly start to smile, making him smile too. 

"You were right. The ground really is so slippery,” You joke, eyes wide in shock and he playfully rolls his eyes at you. 

“Never change, cupcake. You’re truly one of a kind,” JJ tells you with a grin that’s utterly infectious. 

“Only if you promise never to change yourself, Jayj. You’re one of a kind too,” you request and he nods in agreement. 

You both stare at one another for a moment, your eyes staring into the blue pools that are his eyes that you’ve come to love so much over the years and you have a burning need to kiss him. You can feel his heart going what seems to be a mile a minute as he watches your eyes flicker down to his lips and back up to his eyes, his eyes doing the same. He squeezes your waist gently with a million thoughts of how your lips might taste flying though his mind. He wishes he could just kiss the adorable frown off your face, but he knows he can’t, making him frown too. You frown even deeper before opening your mouth to ask him why he’s frowning, but before you get the chance, you get cut off. 

“Hey! Would you two stop making eyes at each other and come help me decorate!” John B calls out again, interrupting the moment and you almost groan. 

“Thanks for catching me, Jayj,” you whisper out and something flashes through his eyes for a moment, an emotion you can’t quite decipher before he grins again, letting you go. 

“I’ll always catch you, cupcake,” he promises with a light smile before the two of you start to walk over to John B. 

You slip a little bit more, but you reach out and grab onto JJ’s arm. He looks down at you and chuckles as you cling to him like a koala bear, making him chuckle. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll get you to the end of the dock safely,” he promises with a laugh as he laces his fingers through yours and continues to walk over to John B. 

"Chaos has come again, man!” JJ announces as you and he walk into the château before he’s letting go of you to walk over to John B. 

“Don’t think that’s a good thing, man,” John B deadpans and you fight back a giggle as JJ pulls back from the guy hug they share, looking offended. 

“Fine then, I take it back. You’re definitely not my favorite person. It’s cupcake,” JJ says as he pulls you into him from behind. 

“Oh, so now I’m your favorite,” you ask, crossing your arms and giving a faux annoyed look. 

“Let’s be completely honest, bee, I think you always have been even when he lies outta his butt and says you aren't,” John B comments with a roll of his eyes as he picks up an ornament and hangs it on the tree. 

“It’s disgusting sometimes, really,” John B continues with a fake gag as he hangs the ornament up on the tree. 

“Ohh, I wanna do the angel!” You happily call out, clapping your hands and John B chuckles. 

“Don’t you always do it? This year’s no different, Bee. It’s your one job,” John B comments in amusement, making you pout. 

“It’s not my only job! I have others,” you fight back and JJ chuckles, slinging his arm around your shoulder. 

“Yeah, JB, her other job is lookin pretty,” JJ comments as he hugs you into his side and you fight a blush as you groan, pushing him away. 

“I extremely dislike both of you,” you comment, crossing your arms with a look of dismay falling on your face and they both grin. 

“That’s not true. You LOVE us,” both of them singsong to you and you uncross your arms, shaking your head. 

“Okay, maybe I do, but let’s get this show on the road,” you finally cave and agree with them before walking over to start decorating the tree some more. 

“Okay, miss head elf,” JJ jokes with a roll of his eyes and John B laughs. 

“Oh, that’s a good one, Jayj. She really is a snappy head elf this time of year, isn’t she?” John B agrees before pushing the joke a little further and you pause, crossing your arms again. 

"Call me elf one more time!" You seeth out through clenched teeth and they share a look. 

“Awe, come on, elfie. It’s a cute Christmas nickname, that’s all. Plus you're the perfect height for it,” JJ tells you again, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as he squeezes you affectionately and you huff, shaking your head. 

“Yeah, yeah. Come on, let’s get decorating already…” you tell them in annoyance and JJ snickers along with John B. 

Together you, JJ and John B all dance around and decorate, making you completely forget about everything that’s been going on the past few months. For a moment it’s just you and your two favorite people living happily with nothing and nobody to take it away from you. You’d give anything to live every single day like this. You walk away, still laughing at something JJ had said and walk back in with the scissors. You stop and fondly watch as John B and JJ fight over who gets to put an ornament on a certain branch. Blue Christmas by Elvis starts to play and without realizing it, you start to cry. 

“You okay there cupcake?” JJ asks as he turns around to see you crying and worry flows through him. 

“I’m okay, Jayj…” you tell him softly with a gentle smile on your face as you set the scissors on the table. 

“Then why the tears?” John B asks and you giggle, wiping at your eyes. 

“I just wish we could all live like this everyday. Just us three having the times of our lives with nothing to worry about,” you start, pausing to catch your breath a little and sniffle. 

“Both Kie and Pope have their parents. I’m happy to just have you two,” you explain, more tears welling up in your eyes and JJ clicks his tongue, coming over to give you a hug. 

“I’m happy we have each other too, Bee, but unfortunately we can’t have it everyday. There’s always going to be good and bad days,” John B agrees with you as he too comes over to hug you. 

“I know, I just wish it could be that way,” you sigh out and JJ squeezes you once more. 

“I think we all do, cupcake. Let’s just try to live in this moment then, yeah? Enjoy the time we have,” he asks and you grin up at him. 

“Yeah, okay,” you agree and he smiles, happy to see you back to your happy-go-lucky self. 

You gasp as the song’s lyrics perfectly fit the moment. “But I’ll have a blue, blue, blue, blue Christmas without you,” you sing along to Elvis as you sway and JJ shakes his head, but smiles as he watches you enjoy the music. 

“Perfect timing, much?” he jokes, propping an eyebrow and making both you and John B burst out laughing. 

“Yeah… definitely don’t quit your day job, bug,” John B jokes and you shrug, seemingly unfazed by his playful insult. 

“And what day job would that be, birdy? Hunting for gold?” You playfully ask back, sticking your tongue out at him. 

“Okay. Okay… you win,” he chuckles, holding his hands up in surrender. 

“I always win,” you say in a devious tone with an equally devious look. 

“Don’t I always win, Jay?” You ask, turning to JJ who looks between you and John B in a panic for a moment. 

“Sorry, JB. I have to say she is definitely a winner in my book,” JJ tells both of you and you let out a cheer, pumping your fist in the air. 

“Eat it, birdy!” You cheer out as you do a little dance. 

“So not fair! JJ’s only on your side because he’s crushing hard. Let’s bring Sarah in as a tie breaker,” John B complains and you pause your dance, crossing your arms as you prop an eyebrow at him. 

“How would that break the tie? One, Sarah would choose me too, and second, that’d only make it tied even more if she did choose you,” you comment very pointedly and he shrugs, sticking his tongue out. 

“At least it’d be more fair. Again, JJ only chose you because he’s crushing on you,” John B repeats and you shake your head. 

“And Sarah is so crushing on you,” you point out and JJ lets out an “ooooohhh”, making you laugh. 

“She got you there, JB,” JJ comments with an infectious smirk.

“Okay birdy, you win. I take it as a compliment that my favorite person is crushing on me though,” you happily reply, leaving a kiss on JJ’s cheek and he blushes before awkwardly clearing his throat. 

“Okay. Okay. Enough fighting, you two. I think it’s time to put the angel up, right?” JJ cuts in, only wanting to change the subject as he holds the angel up for you.

“Yeah, okay.” You agree as you take the angel from him. 

You look down at the angel in your hands, the angel you and your mom had picked out together when you were five. You don’t remember much of her, John B does because he’d been a little older (he’d been seven) when she left, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t still hurt when you think about how she just left the three of you behind. John B and your dad had told you so much about her that sometimes she felt like a phantom to you, like someone that was there for a second, someone you knew so well, then gone the very next. Tears well up in your eyes and you look up at John B. He immediately knows what you’re thinking and lets out a sigh, sad for you as always; he always felt sad you couldn’t fully remember her like he could. 

“I know, bug. I miss mom too,” John B sympathizes with you and you wipe under your eyes as JJ squeezes your shoulder. 

“I just wish I’d gotten to actually know her a little more,” you mutter and JJ pulls you into a hug, knowing that’s the only sure way to comfort you. 

“Here, cupcake. Let me pick you up so you can reach the top of the Christmas tree.” JJ tells you after pulling away from the hug and he bends down before slipping his head between your legs lifting you as he stands. 

“You better not drop me, Jayj!” You squeak out before giggling hysterically as you’re now sitting on his shoulders, one hand in his hair, the other holding the angel and he stands straight. 

“I would never dream of it, cupcake,” he sweetly tells you as he holds you a little tighter to make it known he definitely won’t drop you. 

You grin as you put the angel on the tree before looking down to see JJ looking up at you. You nod at him and he bends to let you down slowly. Once you have both feet on the ground, he stands up straight next to you. You smile at him before suddenly you're letting out a gasp, pushing JJ away just the slightest but in your excitement. 

“What? What’s wrong?” JJ asks with immediate worry as he looks at John B for help, but John B just shrugs. 

“It’s If Everyday Was Like Christmas, my favorite Elvis Christmas song,” you happily explain and JJ lets out a sigh of relief, shaking his head. 

“We should have known,” John B playfully rolls his eyes. 

“Oh, we really should have, dude. She is an old soul,” JJ agrees and he chuckles as you start to sway again just as you had with Blue Christmas and JJ shakes his head again as you hold a hand out for him. 

“What?” JJ asks with an arched eyebrow and you grin, making his heart melt at seeing you so happy. 

"I want to dance with you. Come on. Dance with me, Jayj,” you beg, holding your hand out to him more insistently. 

“Okay, but you should know I’m not a good slow dancer, sweetheart,” he informs you as he takes your hand in his and you smile as you help him get into position. 

“It’s okay, J. Just sway with me. We don’t have to be all that fancy, we’re Pogues, remember? Not kooks,” you remind him and he laughs as he sways with you. 

“P4L. Never a kook,” JJ happily agrees, proud that you feel the same way he does. 

You lay your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes and his leans against yours. He looks at John B for a moment over your shoulder, who seems to be watching the two of you fondly. John B then surprises him by putting his hands up in surrender before leaving the room and JJ melts against you a little more. 

When If Everyday Was Like Christmas ends, both of you slowly come to a stop and you lift your head from his shoulder to look at him. You smile softly and again there’s a moment where you lock eyes. His bright brilliant blue eyes shining with happiness and another emotion that makes you think you might just kiss, but just like all the other moments over the years where you’d been close, John B walks back into the room. 

“And what’s going on here?” John B asks, ever the overprotective brother that he is and you roll your eyes. 

“Nothing, birdy. Are we watching Die Hard or not?” You change the subject as you push away from JJ and he tries not to frown at the missing feeling of your body heat. 

“Not. I thought we could open a gift or two,” John B tells you and you arch an eyebrow at him. 

“I thought we all agreed on no gifts this year?” You ask and John B shrugs. 

"I’d be down. I know we said no presents this year, but I wanted to get you both something special to show you how much I appreciate you, so I did…" JJ admits with a shrug and John B grins.

“My gifts really aren't much. Just one to open tonight and tomorrow for each of us. All have super special meanings, that’s all,” John B informs you and you grin, shaking your head. 

“Well, I really can’t say much. I did the same thing,” you admit with a giggle when they both give you a shocked look. 

“Bee! It was your idea!” John B cries out and you smile sheepishly. 

“Oops,” you shrug, feigning innocence. "Christmas is doing a little something extra for someone else, right?” You ask with a lopsided grin and John B lets out a chortle, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“I mean, she’s not wrong, dude,” JJ happily chirps out and you smirk, bouncing your eyebrows. 

“I’m never wrong, Jayj,” you joke, poking his side and he scoffs. 

“Okay. Yeah, whatever you want to believe, cupcake,” he humors you as he rubs at the spot where you’d poked him. 

After opening gifts, you’d all decided to watch the movie so you cuddle up next to JJ and John B sits in a chair off to the side. As the movie plays, JJ lays behind you with his strong arm wrapped around your waist like normal, and anytime he laughs you feel the warm air from his mouth over your neck, making goosebumps rise on your arms. You fight the whole movie not to fall even more in love with him and the way he holds you, but just like any other time the two of you cuddle, you do. 

“Well, I’m beat. I’m going to bed,” John B announces as he slaps his hands down on the arms of the chair and pushes himself up. 

“Goodnight, JB,” you call out as he walks toward his room and he turns around. 

“Goodnight, bumblebee. Sleep tight,” he replies with a soft smile your way. 

“So cupcake, you heading to bed, too?” JJ asks and you look up at him. 

“I’m not really tired. I might go lay in the hammock for a little while,” you inform him and he nods, letting go of your waist. 

“You could come join me if you want, but you definitely don’t have to,” you tell him, biting at your lip, nervous he might say no and he chuckles. 

“And skip out on our special hammock time?” he asks like he is offended and he smiles when you perk up. 

“Really?” You ask in excitement and he smiles even more. 

“Really, cupcake. I love our hammock time. Let’s go,” he promises softly as he pushes up off the couch and grabs the blanket the two of you always use. 

He then turns to you and looks down at you sitting up before reaching a hand out to you. You smile almost shyly as you slip your hand into his and he pulls you up from the couch. He wraps his arm around your shoulders and together you walk out of the château. You both walk down the stairs and over to the hammocks. 

“After you, princess,” JJ tells you as he bows like a butler would and you giggle.

“Why, thank you. You're a very kind Prince, you know that?” You ask him as he lays down with you now and he holds his arm up for you to cuddle up to his side. 

“Well it’s easy to be kind to a princess like you,” he tells you and you roll your eyes at his flirtiness as he uses his other hand to put the blanket over the two of you. 

You giggle as he struggles to lay the blanket out evenly over the two of you and you reach out to grab the other side, pulling it over yourself. You both finally relax and he squeezes you softly as the two of you look up to watch the very prominent stars in the sky. 

“Can I tell you a secret, cupcake?” he whispers out to you after a few minutes as he uses his fingers to rub your arm. 

“Of course, Jayj… you can tell me anything. You know that,” you promise as you cuddle into his side even more. 

"I believe the Abominable Snowman may be real... I think there may be something in that," he whispers and you slowly grin, turning to smile at him. 

“You might actually be right… I mean, who’s to say he’s not real?” You ask and he chuckles, loving the fact that you just agree with him. 

“I think I may have everything I want right here right now,” you whisper out as you cuddle back down into him with a hum of contentment. 

"Everything I want I can’t have,” he admits and you frown, pushing up to look at him again. 

“What do you mean? You don’t have everything you want? What else could you want?” You ask with a frown, sad that he could possibly not be as happy as you thought he was. 

He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment before letting them open once more. His blue eyes stare into yours and you almost lose yourself in them. 

“You,” he whispers almost nervously and you’ve never seen JJ at his nervous before as you raise an eyebrow at him. 

“Jayj. You have me. I’m not sure why you think you don’t,” you tell him in confusion and he huffs in anger, but not in anger at you. No, he’d never be angry at you, but he is angry you're not getting it. 

“No, princess. You don’t get it… I want us to be… uggh,” he groans out, reaching up to rub at his chest and your eyebrow furrows even more as you reach up, moving his hand before rubbing his chest for him. 

“Jay. Just calm down and tell me. It’s okay… you want us to be…” you prompt him to continue on as he seems to calm a little more. 

“Okay… uhh… I want us to be more than friends, and I know Pogues don’t Mack on Pogues, but I’ve wanted to be so much more with you for years…” he admits, hesitation clear as he refuses to look at you for the second time that night and you just smile.  

“Jayj… look at me, please…” you whisper out and it takes him a moment, but soon he does.

"It was always you, through everything it was always you, Jayj. Nobody else,” you whisper again with a grin growing on your face as you watch him slowly realize exactly what you’d said. 

“Wait… really? But wait… what?” he asks in confusion and you giggle. 

"I'd always choose you, Jayj.” You softly promise and nuzzle into his chest bashfully and he chuckles, bringing his hand up to your head to massage at your scalp. 

“I’d always choose you too, Princess,” JJ promises just as softly as he leaves a kiss to your forehead. 

“You missed…” you tell him with a confident grin as you sit up to look at him and he chuckles again, shaking his head. 

“Oh, my bad. Let’s see if I can fix my mistake then,” he jokes right back with his own smile growing. 

Before you know it, his hand trails from your hair and to your neck, lightly pulling you to him while tilting your head ever so slightly. He moves slowly and treats you so gently, making the butterflies erupt even more in your stomach. There’s a thick anticipation that falls over you with how slowly you move closer together, but it’s the kind of anticipation you really don’t want to end. Finally his lips meet yours in a firm yet delicate and maybe a little desperate kiss. You are a little surprised, thinking it would have been a little more heated with knowing how JJ is, but the delicacy of which he kisses you proves to you just how much he’s wanted this. 

He worries if he makes it any more heated like he normally does with other girls, he’d ruin this whole moment and he really doesn’t want to lose you. You're the most important girl out of all the ones he’s ever been with, so if he messes it up he’s scared he might lose you all together. You take a leap and kiss him a little harder, surprising him for the smallest of moments, but he smirks into the kiss before reciprocating it even more. You smile into the now heated kiss as you reach up and wrap your arms around his neck and play with the hair at the nip of his neck, making him groan. You then maneuver a little more so now instead of laying side by side you lay on top of him and he squeezes your waist after his hands move from your neck. 

Slowly you pull away, breaking the kiss almost unwillingly and he chases your lips, giving them another peck and you giggle. He then leans his forehead against yours and you grin wide as both of your heavy breaths mingle together. 

“Wow…” you whisper, biting your lip and he grins at you. 

“Definitely wow. I’ve wanted to do that for a very long time,” he admits and you grin as you use your thumb to trace his lips. 

“I know it may be early, but I love you, Jayj. You’re my favorite Christmas gift,” you tell him as you scoot down and lay your head on his chest. 

“It’s not early at all, princess. I think we’ve loved each other for a while now. We’ve just been too scared to tell each other,” he tells you as he kisses your head and pulls you even closer then before. 

“Oh, and you're my favorite gift too, sweet girl. I love you,” JJ adds on and you sigh happily. 

“Merry Christmas, Jayj…” you mutter out as tiredness takes over your body. 

“Merry Christmas, cupcake,” JJ parrots you again, squeezing you a little closer. 

It’s a little while later and JJ smiles when he realizes your breathing has evened out, meaning you’re happily asleep in his arms. He yawns, but refuses to fall asleep quite yet, just wanting to enjoy having what he thought he never could. 

"How long ago did bug fall asleep?" he hears a whisper, making him look up at John B. 

“Only a little while ago. She’ll probably sleep in a lot more than the last few years. I thought you went to bed?” JJ whispers, not wanting to wake you as you sleep soundly on his chest. 

“I did, but I knew you two would come out here and I wanted to check to make sure you're all good before I actually fall asleep,” John B whispers back and JJ smiles a thankful smile at him. 

“Thanks, man. We’re good,” JJ tells him and John B nods, pausing to watch your sleeping face. 

“You take care of her, you hear me, JJ? You break her and best friends or not, I will break you,” John B says in a serious whisper and JJ’s eyes widen for a moment. 

“Don’t worry, dude. I don’t plan to and if it ever does happen, I’d break myself before you even get the chance,” JJ whispers honestly and John B smiles at his best friend. 

“I know, but now that the two of you got wise and got together, I still need to make it known. I’m her big brother first and foremost,” John B informs him with a shrug and a happy smile at seeing his sister happy, as well as safe and sound in his best friend's arms. 

“Goodnight, JJ. Sleep well, buddy,” John B tells him before turning and starting back to the château. 

“Night, man. You sleep well too,” JJ tells him in a happy whisper as he nuzzles into your hair. 

John B knows without a doubt that JJ is good for his little sister and you are for JJ too. He’s so happy the two of you have finally confessed and made it official. He’s had to watch the two of you pine for one another for years and it was painful sometimes because he cares for both of you so much. First and foremost though, as he’d told JJ, you are and will always be his first thought. It’s just a big brother thing to protect his little sister. 

JJ watches until John B makes it into the château before deciding to hold you close for a little while longer. Before he knows it, your soft, even breathing lulls him into his own slumber and his eyes close, but even in his sleep he holds you close, never ever wanting this Christmas to end; the most perfect Christmas ever for the both of you. 

The End…

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[prettybabywhowrites]

Gentle Love

JJ Maybank x Princess Kook GF

Who knew JJ Maybank, a boy from the cut who got into brawls with kooks and had tremendous daddy issues would end up with such a princess of a girlfriend.

It had all begun when she joined the group, becoming Kie's only Kook friend after the whole freshman year debacle with Sarah Cameron.

She got along easily with the Pogues, she cared about the environment, was a little on the nerdy side, and was always down for a good time.

JJ found her adorable, her being a kook granted her the nickname "Princess"

After countless nights of him knocking at her window late at night to get cleaned up after a fight, or simply because he couldn’t sleep without her, they became official. The boy from the cut and the kook princess.

At times he felt uneasy, worried that she would realize one day that he wasn't good enough for her, that he could never fulfill her. But his worries drifted away as soon as she called him "Baby" or ran her delicate fingers through his hair.

Gentle love was completely foreign to him. So, you can imagine the surprise when he broke down in her arms for the first time and she had nothing but love in her eyes, holding and looking at him like he was the most precious thing in the world. Whispering soothing words and wrapping him up in her embrace.

This whole comfort thing was new for him, he had never had anyone he could truly feel safe with, someone who loved him despite his flaws, that is until he met her.

He loved her careful caresses and featherlight kisses, he memorized the order she applied her skin products and did her hair, he grew to love going on long shopping trips with her, purely to see her cheeky smile and little spin when she tried on a dress that fit her just right.

He got accustomed to her nurturing, her gentle love, and now he wasn't sure he could ever live without it.

This is kinda short but hope you like it! Please comment any suggestions ;) Night lovelies!

[loveharlow]

As I was re-reading seven, I realized it was briefly mentioned that TR had a journal that she would write in throughout season 1. There's a reason she stopped writing in it (and it will be mentioned later in the series) but I thought it'd be interesting to bring that journal to life. So I present to you:

SEVEN [THE ENTRIES] - BEFORE THE GOLD

Pages 1-15 // swearing, visuals of blood/bodily fluids, mentions of death, mentions of drug use, mentions of non-con/r*pe

read seven here!

[they-call-me-whiskey]

In another universe

summary: in another universe Larissa Genrette didn't die. instead, she divorced Chandler Groff and gave her child the life he deserved.

warnings: kids fighting; English is not my first language.

author's note: honestly, I don't like the fourth season, but I love the idea of JJ being raised in loving family. also, I have no idea how to write headcanons.

· his full name is Jackson John Genrette.

· everyone calls him JJ, except for his mom and grandpa—they call him Jack.

· his mom sometimes calls him Jacky, which he claims to hate (though he secretly doesn’t; he’s just trying to maintain his reputation).

· JJ’s relationship with his mom, is the cornerstone of his life.

· Larissa is JJ’s rock—the person who has always been there for him, no matter what.

· she uses humour to cope with life’s challenges, something JJ inherited from her. they’ve always shared a playful, sarcastic banter that keeps them close.

· despite being busy managing her family’s business and charity work, Larissa always makes time for JJ, whether it’s a late-night chat after a rough day or cheering him on at school events (even when he doesn’t want her there).

· JJ respects his mom more than anyone, but he struggles to show it. he’ll roll his eyes at her lectures and act annoyed when she’s being overprotective, but deep down, he knows she’s his greatest ally.

· his relationship with his father, is far more complicated.

· as a kid, JJ idolized Chandler. he made him feel special, calling him his ‘little man’ and claiming they were a team.

· he manipulated JJ into stealing money from his mom, and his grandpa, saying things like: “your mom and grandpa don’t understand what it’s like for us, Jack. we’re in this together. you’re helping your old man out, and that makes you my hero.”

· when Larissa and Wes found out, there was an explosive argument. JJ overheard everything and realised that his dad had been using him. this shattered his trust and left him deeply betrayed.

· after the incident, JJ kept seeing his dad out of obligation, but as he grew older, he began to resent him. their relationship became strained, and now they barely speak.

· that also affected his relationships with people his age.

· JJ knew everyone—from the Kooks to the Pogues, kids and adults alike. he could interact with them all, but he only called a few people his friends.

· the first lucky person to earn that title was Sarah Cameron.

· JJ and Sarah became friends in first grade. it all started when a boy in their class kept annoying Sarah by pulling her hair. JJ, fed up with the boy’s behaviour, stepped in and pushed him hard enough that he fell and scraped his knee.

· when the principal called JJ’s mom to school to discuss his ‘aggressive behaviour,’ Sarah intervened. she called her dad and told him everything.

· Ward showed up immediately, demanding to speak to the boy’s parents and thanking JJ for standing up for Sarah, even if he admitted JJ’s actions were ‘a bit much’ (and said this right in front of the principal and Larissa).

· that day cemented JJ and Sarah’s friendship. over time, their bond grew stronger, becoming more like a sibling relationship, with JJ always having Sarah’s back no matter what.

· even though their friendship was strong, it didn’t stop him and Rafe from going at each other's throats every time they crossed paths.

· Wheezy on the other hand, loves JJ. being the youngest child with troubled brother and a perfect princess as a sister, she struggled with lack of attention, which JJ happily fulfilled.

· now, you're probably thinking, “what about the Pogues?” well, let me tell you:

· John B and JJ met when they were around ten, at some charity event JJ's mom had organized.

· John B and his dad were there to help carry things—well, mostly his dad; John B was just kind of tagging along.

· their friendship began when John B accidentally bumped into Sarah (who had also come to ‘help,’ but in reality, she and JJ were mostly just getting in the way, so the adults gave them busywork).

· JJ, watching from a distance, didn’t hear the apology or see John B offering to help Sarah up. all he saw was Sarah on the ground and some boy standing in front of her. naturally, JJ did what he always did in situations like this—he attacked.

· JJ tackled John B to the ground, proud of himself and ready to check on Sarah, but John B wasn’t having it. he got up quickly and hit JJ back.

· the two of them started fighting, rolling around on the ground, completely ignoring Sarah, who was yelling at them and trying to break it up.

· thankfully, the adults stepped in before either of them got seriously hurt.

· they both ended up grounded for a week, but before that, they were forced to work together on the event decorations (actually helping this time).

· while decorating, they somehow managed to clear up the misunderstanding, get to know each other, and eventually become friends.

· not long after, they met Pope, and then Kiara, who happened to already be friends with Sarah. this was before the tragic incident at Sarah’s birthday, which caused a fallout between the girls.

· after the fight, the boys had two choices: reconcile the girls or choose between them. (spoiler: they chose the first option.)

[itsthecline]

YAPPING!

i just knowwwww jackson j genrette is fucking girls w rafe bruh🙂‍↕️😩😭

[piinnkkryyss]

── SALT; BREAKER | MASTERLIST

Parings ─ kook!jj X female!reader

Sypnosis ─ You weren’t supposed to end up in Kildare. But after everything that happened, there weren’t many options left. Your parents made sure every trace of that night disappeared, like it never happened. No articles, no photos, nothing to connect you to the person you used to be. Friendships bloom, and relationships sail until the people get curious. Either way, SALT is watching. And in a small place like Kildare? The truth always comes out.

CONTENT WARNINGS ─ harsh language, mentions of substance use, y/n at use

OTHERS ─ jj smau, kook!jj au, bombshell!reader, afab!reader

𖥔 Part 1 𖥔 Part 2 (COMING SOON)

[justabigassnerd]

In Another Life

(Kook!JJ AU)

Jackson Genrette x reader

Summary - In another life, JJ Maybank was known by the name Jackson Genrette. The son of Larissa Genrette and grandson of Wes Genrette, making him the sole heir of Goat Island. Instead of being associated with surfing and smoking. Jackson was associated with the country club and yachts. Yet despite his unending wealth and Kook status, Jackson found himself intrigued by the adventures of the Pogues and found himself dragged along on an adventure he never could’ve anticipated.

Series Warnings - swearing, smoking, angst, fluff, violence, weapons, blood, injuries, death, canon divergence (it's an AU innit?), drugs, alcohol, verbal & physical abuse

In Another Life playlist

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[magnolia-among-the-stars]

tell me why i can just picture jj, having been raised by larissa and growing up as a full kook, being captain of the swim team? this boy is dangerous.

like....excuse me? please give me a reason to write about this man...

[prettybabywhowrites]

Stay Away From Her - JJ Maybank

Tonight was the night of the annual bond fire, the one time each year where Pogues and Kooks hung out together.

However.. more often than not this brought along big problems..

"Hey baby" you drunkenly said to your surprisingly sober boyfriend JJ "Hey there pretty girl" he responded, pulling you into a hug. You guys stayed that way for a bit just enjoying the night. "'m gonna go grab you some water, stay here baby okay" he said before helping you sit on a large rock.

He walked over to a cooler, reaching inside to grab a water bottle, looking back over to where you were, you were being harassed by some kook.

He was pissed. He ran over to you, "Get your hands off my girl!" he spat at the guy, shoving the dudes hands off of you. "She was asking for it wearing that, not my fault your girls a slut" The guy responded smugly as he shrugged.

"What did you just say about her?" JJ responded angrily being sucker punching him in the jaw. "You don't know shit about her you hear me!" JJ yelled as he continued beating the living crap out of him, his knuckles slightly bloody and purple.

"JJ cmon baby" you said, causing his head to turn, punching the boy one last time "I never wanna see your face again, you stay away from her" he said before getting off of him and walking over to you.

"You okay?" he asked tenderly, "you laughed slightly in your drunken state, "never better, your the one who just got in a fight." you slurred. With that, he took you in his arms, wrapping your legs around his middle and breathing in your scent.

He carried you to his bike, placing on your helmet before his own, taking you back to the château to rest.

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