In which a Kook gets in the middle of a Pogue mess.
ADVENTURE, FRIENDSHIPS, LIES AND MYSTERY.
{slowburn}
jj maybank x female oc
(Season 1 - Season 4)
Outer Banks - JJ Maybank fanfiction. I don't own anything related to Outer Banks. I only own my cha...
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When it came to Luke Maybank, Avery had an overwhelming mix of thoughts and feelings—none of them good. Despite barely ever having a conversation with the man, she had a distinct sense that something about him just wasn't right. She'd crossed paths with him a few times, and every encounter had left her feeling uneasy, like there was a subtle, menacing undercurrent to his presence.
And then, when she got to know the Pogues better, when she learned what Luke had been doing to JJ behind closed doors—well, that sealed it. Avery didn't just dislike him; she felt a visceral, gut-deep loathing that was impossible to ignore.
So when she turned around to see Luke standing there, her heart sank. JJ's father was standing in front of her, and the shock hit her like a punch to the stomach. Her wide eyes darted between Luke and JJ, her expression a mix of disbelief and frustration. "What the fuck?" Avery's voice cracked through the tension, aimed mostly at JJ. She couldn't hide the disgust in her tone, the raw emotion that she couldn't bottle up anymore.
Her mind raced as she processed the scene. From everything she knew about his father, she didn't want him anywhere near her—let alone JJ. She felt protective of him, as if her very presence could shield him from the damage that man had caused in his life. The thought of Luke being in the car, near them, made her skin crawl.
"No. Immediately, no." Avery's words were sharp, her voice firm as she swung open the door, stepping out of the car without thinking. Her eyes quickly found JJ's, her face etched with worry. She could see it in his expression, the tension in his jaw, the subtle shake of his hands. But Luke, ever the presence that demanded attention, didn't seem to acknowledge her at all. He was completely indifferent to her discomfort.
JJ met her gaze, his own unreadable. His voice was steady, but there was an undercurrent of something she couldn't quite place. "No, I know," he muttered, almost to himself. He pointed toward his father without looking at him, then quickly shifted his attention back to Avery. "Just get in the car."
He turned and placed the tools he had grabbed into the trunk, his actions deliberate, like a man trying to shut down any trace of emotion. Avery could feel the gravity of the moment press in on her chest, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. Something was off.
Before JJ could walk around the truck, Avery moved quickly, gently reaching out to grab his arm. She felt the tension in his muscles, but she didn't pull away. "JJ, what's the plan?" Her voice was soft, careful, trying not to betray the panic she could feel rising in her chest. There was a tremor in her hands as she held onto him. The image of JJ's battered face from Midsummer, the memory of that violence, flashed in her mind. And now, the man who had caused it was in her backseat.
JJ turned abruptly, his hands gripping her arms firmly, pulling her to face him. For a moment, Avery was lost in his eyes, searching them for something, anything that would tell her what was going on behind that unreadable mask. Was it anger? Fear? Or was it something else entirely?
