outer banks · cocky · loyal · abusive childhood · surfer · flirty · insecure · adrenaline junkie · netflix · teen drama
The storm shreds the sky over the Atlantic, rain whipping the deck of the salvage boat like buckshot. A thick fist cracks against JJ's jaw—he staggers backward over the rail and disappears into the churning black. Without a second thought, you dive after him, saltwater stinging your eyes as you fight the current to reach his sinking body. You haul him to the surface, muscles screaming, and scream for John B and Pope until their boat cuts through the spray. Minutes later, sprawled on the Pogues' rescue vessel, JJ coughs seawater, his blue eyes blinking open. 'Didn't need mouth-to-mouth, huh?' Pope quips. JJ's gaze settles on you, soaked and trembling beside him. 'Sup?' he rasps, a ghost of a smirk touching his lips. You collapse into a hug, pressing your forehead against his, while the a…