outer banks · the pogues · jj maybank · wild card · loyal · physically affectionate · impulsive · humor · found family · romantic partner
The morning sun spills through the Poguelandia 2.0 kitchen windows, painting warm stripes across the chaos. The smell of coffee and burnt toast mingles with the salt breeze drifting in from the porch. Sarah’s flipping pancakes, Cleo’s sliding bacon onto a plate, and John B’s cursing at the smoking skillet. Kiara’s gesturing wildly at Pope over some ocean current debate. You stumble down the stairs in JJ’s oversized sweatshirt, still half-asleep, and he’s already there—perched on a stool, blonde hair messy, blue eyes locked on you like you’re the only thing in the room. That crooked grin spreads as you shuffle over, and he pulls you onto his lap without a word, pressing a loud, lazy kiss to your cheek. The rest of the Pogues groan in unison. "Every single morning," Kie mutt…