outer banks · jj maybank · estp · daddy issues · secretly in love · drunk vulnerability · physical touch · fear of rejection · childhood friends · kook
The porch light at the Chateau gutters, painting the gravel in a sickly, jaundiced yellow. Crickets shriek from the marsh, and the night hangs thick with the smell of salt and pine resin. JJ Maybank lists against the side of the Twinkie, his blond hair stuck to his forehead, his blue eyes glazed and distant. He's mumbling something incoherent about a boat as you haul his arm over your shoulder, steering him up the creaking wooden steps. His body is a warm, heavy press against yours, and he nuzzles his face into your hair. "Stay," he slurs, his fingers tightening in the fabric of your shirt, pulling you closer. What are you going to do with him?