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ODDLY FAMILIAR

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jj maybank x y/n

JJ Maybank was the kind of boy who didn’t fall in love, he didn’t believe in it. All of his friends knew this. Kie knew this more than anyone, falling in love with him all of their 10th-grade year. When she finally told him, he rejected her. He hasn’t been the same since. Emily, Emily is what the whole group calls JJ’s “first love.” He hates when we say it, but he knows deep down that it’s true.

After her, he was the well-known fuck boy of Outer Banks. From hookups to looks to even Paige (outside of our group, of course), you name her, she’s probably done something with JJ. Some days, you’d think he had an on/off switch. Half the time, he was blackout drunk, nothing could stop him when he was drunk, except…

One night at a party, that’s when Y/N Cameron walked in. He paused for a second, looking at her with a soft expression, her sparkly dress practically painted on her. Him being JJ Maybank, the first thing he noticed was her body. He wanted nothing more than to see what was under the dress, but he knew that telling her that wasn’t the way to get it to happen. He slithered over to her with a drink in hand.

“Didn’t think I’d see a Cameron at a party like this,” JJ said, handing her the drink with his signature smirk plastered across his face. His words were casual, but his eyes couldn’t seem to leave her, tracing every shimmer of the sequins on her dress.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, taking the drink cautiously. “And what does that mean, Maybank? Do Camerons not know how to have fun?”

Her voice was cool, teasing, and it threw JJ off balance for a second. Most girls melted under his gaze, giggled at his charm, but Y/N? She stood her ground, her confidence radiating in a way that made JJ’s usual game feel weak.

“Nah,” he said, recovering quickly, leaning in just enough to let his voice drop. “I just figured you’d be too busy sipping champagne at your family’s yacht club or something.”

Y/N laughed, a sound that felt sharper than the music blasting through the speakers. “Maybe I just got bored of champagne and wanted something a little… messier.”

Her words caught him off guard, but he liked it. She wasn’t like anyone else he’d met. JJ thrived in chaos, but he could already tell Y/N wasn’t going to be the predictable kind of trouble he usually chased.

“You’ve come to the right place then,” he said, stepping closer, his smirk deepening. “Messy is kind of my specialty.”

She didn’t step back. Instead, she tilted her head, studying him like she could see right through his cocky façade. “Is that right? And how’s that working out for you?”

JJ laughed, a real laugh, not the kind he used to get what he wanted. It was rare for someone to challenge him like this. “Guess that depends,” he said, his voice softening just a bit. “How’s it working on you?”

Y/N gave him a small smile, sipping her drink without breaking eye contact. “Nice try, Maybank. You’ll have to do better than that.”

JJ couldn’t help but grin. For the first time in a long time, he felt like he might actually want to try. “Challenge accepted.”

The rest of the night blurred in flashes of conversation, shared laughter, and stolen glances. JJ couldn’t figure her out, and it drove him crazy in the best way. Y/N wasn’t like Kie, Emily, or any of the countless girls who had passed through his life. She didn’t fall for his lines, didn’t let him get away with his usual antics. She made him work for every moment of her attention, and JJ realized, for the first time in a long time, he didn’t mind.

When the party started winding down and the crowd thinned, JJ found himself standing with Y/N on the porch, the cool night air cutting through the heat of the evening. She leaned against the railing, her eyes drifting to the stars above them.

“You’re not what I expected,” JJ admitted, breaking the silence.

Y/N glanced at him, her lips curving into a small smile. “Good. I’d hate to be predictable.”

JJ took a step closer, his usual bravado softening into something more genuine. “I don’t know what it is about you, but… you make me want to be different. Better, maybe.”

Y/N looked at him, her expression unreadable. “Careful, Maybank. You’re starting to sound like someone who believes in love.”

JJ laughed, shaking his head. “Maybe I don’t. But with you? I think I might want to try.”

For once, he wasn’t just saying what he thought she wanted to hear. JJ didn’t believe in love—but maybe, just maybe, he was willing to take the risk to prove himself wrong.

Y/N’s gaze lingered on him for a moment, her expression somewhere between amused and intrigued. Then, with a small shrug, she turned back toward the house. “We’ll see, Maybank,” she called over her shoulder, leaving him standing there, a little stunned but entirely captivated.

It wasn’t long before JJ caught up to her inside. The party was dying down, and the once-packed house was now mostly empty beer bottles and the faint echo of music. Y/N glanced at him as he appeared at her side again, his usual swagger now tinged with something softer.

“You heading out?” he asked, leaning casually against the doorway.

“Yeah,” she said, smoothing the hem of her dress. “This place is losing its charm.”

JJ hesitated for a moment, then said, “Come back to the Chateau.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, half-smirking. “The Chateau? That sounds… ominous.”

“It’s not,” JJ said quickly, then grinned. “Well, not entirely. It’s just me and my friends—John B, Pope, Kie. You’ll like them. They’re less of a mess than I am.”

“That’s a low bar,” she teased, but there was a glint of curiosity in her eyes.

JJ leaned closer, his voice dropping just enough to be persuasive. “Come on. I promise it’s more fun than staying here and watching this place fall apart.”

After a pause, Y/N gave him a small nod. “Fine. But only because I’m curious if your friends are as chaotic as you.”

“Fair warning,” JJ said with a grin, “they are.”

By the time they arrived at the Chateau, the rest of the Pogues were already sprawled out, half-asleep in a tangle of laughter and empty bags of chips. John B sat on the couch, flipping through channels with a lazy smile, while Pope and Kie argued over a game of cards.

When JJ walked in with Y/N trailing behind him, all three of them froze.

“Uh, who’s this?” John B asked, his eyebrows raising as he looked between JJ and Y/N.

“This is Y/N,” JJ said casually, but there was an unmistakable note of pride in his voice. “She’s… uh, new to the scene.”

Kie smirked knowingly. “And by ‘scene,’ you mean your latest bad decision?”

JJ shot her a glare, but Y/N just laughed, stepping forward and extending her hand. “Y/N Cameron. And no, I’m not his bad decision. Yet.”

That earned her a round of laughs from the group, and even JJ couldn’t help but grin.

Pope scooted over on the couch to make room. “Well, anyone who can roast JJ like that is welcome here.”

The rest of the night passed in a blur of jokes, stories, and a growing sense of ease. Y/N fit in with the Pogues in a way JJ hadn’t expected. She matched Kie’s sharp wit, kept up with Pope’s clever banter, and even got a laugh out of John B, who rarely warmed up to people this quickly.

JJ watched her from across the room, something stirring in him that he didn’t quite understand. She looked oddly familiar, oddly familiar like the waves that he surfed engulfed with beauty, oddly familiar like woman who ever so often visited his dreams. She wasn’t just another party hookup or someone he could charm and forget. She was different. Real.

At one point, Y/N caught him staring and raised an eyebrow. “You good over there, Maybank?”

He shrugged, smirking. “Just wondering how someone like you ended up here with someone like me.”

Y/N’s lips curved into a small smile. “Maybe I just like a little chaos every now and then.”

For the first time in years, JJ felt like maybe, just maybe, he was more than the mess everyone thought he was. And for once, he didn’t want to screw it up.

A/N: i know this might be really bad sorry!! this is my first fic! PLEASE lmk if there’s anything that i can do to make my writing better and what you guys think would be good to see!! please reblog if you feel like it! tysm for reading even if it wasn’t good! 😊

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