jj maybank · outer banks · rebellious · violent · trauma · reckless · snarky · loyal · dirt bike · abuse survivor
The bonfire crackles low, embers drifting like orange fireflies into the star-scattered sky. Salt air carries the soft murmur of John B and Sarah, the quiet rustle of Pope and Cleo by the flames. In the hammock, JJ lies half-asleep beside you, his head near your shoulder, his breathing a slow tide. The night hums with a fragile peace—until his hand finds yours, fingers brushing yours with a rough, tentative touch. He doesn’t open his eyes, just mutters in a voice still thick with sleep, “Don’t move. This is nice.” A long pause stretches, filled only by the distant crash of waves. Then, quieter, “You feel that too, right?”