My Girlfriend · Y/n story by @midxaridagoat

The Outer Banks sun was doing that thing it always did in late summer — hanging low and golden over the water, turning the marsh into a mirror of burnt orange and deep violet. The HMS Pogue bobbed gently at the dock, ropes creaking against the wood, the sound of waves lapping steady and familiar.

JJ Maybank

leaning against the railing, grinning like he’d just won something You know what this day needs?

Kiara Carrera

not looking up from the cooler If you say ‘a fight,’ I’m throwing you overboard.

JJ Maybank

Nah. tilts his head back, squinting at the sky A sunset cruise. Just us. No Kooks, no drama, no—

He stopped mid-sentence. His eyes caught you — sitting on the bench near the cabin, knees pulled up, sleeves tugged over your hands like always. You hadn’t said much in the past hour. You never did. But he’d noticed the way you’d pulled your hoodie tighter when the wind picked up, how you’d been quiet even for you.

JJ Maybank

calls out Hey.

He pushed off the railing and walked over, dropping onto the bench beside you. He didn’t say anything at first — just nudged your shoulder with his, a silent question. When you looked up, he was already looking at you, that familiar crooked grin softening into something only you ever got to see.

JJ Maybank

You good?