In which a Kook gets in the middle of a Pogue mess.
ADVENTURE, ROMANCE, SACRIFICE, FRIENDSHIP.
{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 ch...
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The fire John B had built crackled and hissed in the stillness of the night, its warm light flickering across the group's faces like golden brushstrokes. Shadows danced behind them, cast long by the flames as they mingled with the glow of the moon and stars hanging low in the velvety sky. The night air carried the salt of the ocean, and the only sounds were the soft splash of waves kissing the shore, the gentle pop of burning wood, and the occasional burst of laughter that echoed like a lullaby into the darkness.
Avery was nestled between JJ's legs, her body relaxed and tucked into the curve of his chest. Her head rose and fell with the rhythm of his heartbeat, a quiet, grounding thump beneath her cheek. JJ's arms encircled her protectively, and his fingers moved in slow, absentminded circles along her skin, leaving trails of warmth that made goosebumps bloom in their wake.
A smile tugged at Avery's lips—one she hadn't been able to wipe away since Sarah and JJ had returned. It wasn't just relief; it was a swelling, quiet joy. Her heart felt light again, almost childlike. She had her best friend back. And she had JJ, safe and whole. That was more than enough.
"Hey, uh, you know what's a good name for a baby?" JJ said suddenly, his voice teasing as he turned toward Sarah and John B. "JJ. Works either way, right? Girl, boy. Gender neutral legend."
Their laughter spilled into the night like a wave breaking on the shore—bright and real. But as the mirth settled, Pope's brow furrowed, his voice cutting through with curiosity. "What baby?"
Sarah's smile bloomed wider as she reached for John B's hand, her fingers curling tightly around his. "That's right. You guys don't know yet."
JJ and Avery exchanged a look, their smiles mirroring Sarah's. A kind of electricity sparked in the air, soft but unmistakable—hope and surprise twined together.
Avery felt something in her chest clench—not with fear, but with a deep, sweet ache. Watching JJ now, vibrant and teasing again, her heart swelled with something like pride. He had been spiraling for a while, shadows creeping at the edges of him. But now? Now he was glowing again, even if it was only a flicker.
"No way," Cleo gasped, eyes wide with realization. Sarah hummed in affirmation, her expression soft and full of light. "A Poguelet?" she said, the nickname making everyone burst into laughter again.
Pope jumped up, pure shock and excitement painting his face. He slung an arm around John B, practically shaking him. "You're gonna be a freaking dad!"
"I'm gonna be a dad!" John B repeated, half-disbelieving and grinning like the world had just handed him the sun. The two collapsed into the sand in a tangle of limbs, roaring with laughter as everyone around the fire joined in, clapping backs and hugging, joy crackling through the group just as vividly as the fire.
Scattered along the dunes, the teenagers gradually found rest beneath the stars, their bodies curling into the sand like pieces of driftwood seeking stillness. The fire dimmed but never died, casting its last whispers of light over faces slack with peace.
