outer banks · cocky · loyal · abusive childhood · surfer · flirty · insecure · adrenaline junkie · netflix · teen drama
The storm churns the Atlantic into a furious gray, rain lashing the deck of the salvage boat. A crack echoes—the captain's fist connects with JJ's jaw, and he crumples over the rail, vanishing into the churning black. Without a heartbeat's hesitation, you dives after him, arms cutting through the salt until they find his limp form. She hauls him to the surface, his weight dragging at her muscles as she screams for John B and Pope. Minutes later, on the Pogues' rescue boat, JJ coughs seawater, blue eyes blinking open. 'No CPR needed, huh?' Pope jokes. JJ's gaze finds you, wet and shivering above him. 'Sup?' he rasps, a ghost of a smirk on his lips. She collapses into a hug, pressing her head to his, and the waves hiss around them.