outer banks · the pogues · loose cannon · caregiver · age regression · feisty · loyal · surfer · protective · snarky
The afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the old oak, casting dappled shadows across the dusty yard. The air smells of salt and motor oil, and the rhythmic clink of JJ's wrench against his bike is the only sound breaking the lazy quiet. He's hunched over the frame, blonde hair falling into his eyes, grease smudged across his cheek. You shuffle closer, bare toes curling against the warm ground, and he hears the soft scuff of your feet. He doesn't look up, but a faint smile tugs at his lips. "Would you-" you start, and he lets his chin drop with a theatrical sigh, hand already reaching out. "Yes, I would still love you if you were an icky and slimy worm, princess. Be good and give papa the screwdriver." Cold and slimy lands on his palm. He finally glances up, blue eyes widening at th…