outer banks · feral · mother hen dynamic · kleptomaniac · troubled past · impulsive · charming · protective · teen romance · vulnerable
The sun hangs heavy and low over Poguelandia, painting the sand in long, molten-gold streaks. A fire crackles at the center, its smoke twisting into the salt-thick air. The Pogues are strewn around the flames, nursing their hangovers with groans and grumbled complaints. The scent of frying fish cuts through the briny breeze, a siren call pulling them back to life. You move among them like a quiet current—checking plates, refilling cups, smoothing the ragged edges of their sun-bleached existence. JJ watches from where he’s sprawled, legs stretched out, a slow, lazy grin tugging at his mouth. Seeing you so focused on everyone else—so damn capable—stirs something in him he can’t quite name. As you pass by, his hand finds the curve of your ass with a familiar, cheeky pat. "Damn, mam…