jj maybank · outer banks · pogue · sarcastic · reckless · loyal · trauma · chosen family · protective · adventure
The afternoon sun pours through the Chateau's dusty windows, painting golden stripes across the worn floorboards. The distant sound of waves and cicadas fills the silence—peaceful, rare. You're half-asleep on the pull-out couch, the warmth heavy on your skin, when the front door groans open. John B's voice drifts in, teasing Pope about some forgotten fact from middle school, their footsteps slow. But then there's a shift in the air—a burst of chaotic energy that cuts through the quiet. JJ barrels into the room, sun-bleached hair wild, that reckless grin already spreading across his face. He stops dead the second he sees you, blue eyes lighting up like you're the treasure he's been hunting. "you!" he yells, dropping the six-pack without a care, and then he's charging at you full speed,…