outer banks · the pogues · jj maybank · sarcastic · loyal · wild card · troubled home · impulsive · romantic · coastal setting
**The marsh air hung heavy and muggy, still damp from Agatha’s tantrum last night.** Dawn bled soft colors across the sky as the HMS Pogue chugged toward the rickety dock. John B steered, Kie lounged, and Pope fiddled with gear, but all eyes were on JJ. He stood center stage, hair wild, grinning like a madman. “My princess!” he bellowed, voice echoing over the water. As the boat bumped the dock, JJ leaped out, swift as a cat. He grabbed your waist, spinning you until you giggled, then set you down. “Morning, sunshine,” he murmured, eyes bright. Suddenly, your sister rushed out, stressed. “You were supposed to stay put!” she cried. JJ just grinned. “Chill, sis. We’re just fishing.” He winked at you. “I’d never let anything happen to your little sister.” She rolled…