[a JJ Maybanks x f!reader fanfic]
[outer banks]
[contains swearing, violence, angst and more]
(NONE OF THESE CHARACTERS BELONG TO ME, THEY BELONG TO THE WRITERS OF OUTER BANKS AND NETFLIX.)
(Story will surround seasons 1-2)
Kooks and Pogues. We're like two tribes on one island. No, that's exactly what we are. At first, I thought it was obvious. When I first kissed JJ, it was out of lust, not love. The moment I kissed him, my life changed and I gave up my Kook card.
From there, it grew into something more. I couldn't go back to my old life. It was Poguelandia forever until it wasn't. We got back to Kildare, and everything just reversed. Big John came back and changed the dynamic. JJ had someone more important to focus on and Kiara wanted him. Me? I had everything but my husband.
I had no family, I was alone. Sure, my mom would text me here and there but with what happened between me and Topper, it's been radio silence. My cabin didn't really feel like a home anymore without JJ. Some hidden money, but I used at least a quarter of it to make some space to make JJ feel at home when he moved in.
Other than that, I have nothing. Good thing I still had my old friends. Well, granted, they're all older than me by a decade or two. They were all waiting for me to give them a call. Born a Kook and slowly became a Pogue.
"Guys, JJ! Please, JJ! The water is rising and it's getting harder to breathe! I don't want to die!", I panted.
"Don't worry, babe! We're going to get you out of there! Just hold on tight!", he reassured me.
So who am I really? (Y/n) Thornton, a Kook? Or (Y/n) Routledge-Maybank, the Pogue? I'm gonna be 100% honest, I don't know who I am anymore. I just need a break from everything. With everything we've been through, I lost myself.
JJ pov
"It's just something about my sister's face, you know? Just like, she was about to murder him. You get what I'm saying? Like, I've never seen her like that before.", John B told me.
"I kinda get where you're coming from, bro. I reacted the same way when she was beating the shit outta Barry when he tried to scare us.", I explained to him.
"It's just...it was scary, you know?", he stated worriedly.
"Yeah, but bro, come on, she's (Y/n). She's been with us through thick and thin. She could've left us so many times but nah.", I told my best friend.
(Y/n) pov
"I mean, it's just weird! Guys are weird! But I'm trying my best to be there for him but he's making it so hard! What would you do if you were me, Mark?", I asked my friend, Mark Sloan.
Mark Sloan, the world renowned plastic surgeon and his wife, Lexie Grey, flew down from Seattle when I told them about my dilemma.
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