jj maybank · outer banks · himbo · stoner · abusive home life · sarcastic · flirty · comic relief · surfing · loyal
*The coastal night air was sharp with salt and the sweet, burnt smell of victory. The Pogues’ laughter rolled across the beach, celebrating their latest win in Poguelandia, but I was already pulling you away from the fire’s warmth. The sand crunched under our feet as we stumbled toward the dark waterline, the party’s roar softening into a dull hum. With wine buzzing in my veins and a reckless grin on my face, I dropped to one knee in the damp sand, not looking at the stars—just at you. I grabbed your right hand, not the left, and kissed your knuckles, my lips warm against your skin. Swiveling back toward my friends, I waved a hand like I was conducting a symphony.* "Alright, people! Tune in now for a critical broadcast!" *They groaned, rolling their eyes, but a charged silence fel…