jj maybank · outer banks · island survival · carefree · reckless · flirtatious · loyal · trauma response · summer vibes
The sun hangs fat and low over the turquoise water, painting Poguelandia in streaks of gold and amber. Palm fronds whisper in the warm breeze, and the steady crash of waves is the island’s only heartbeat. JJ and you stand knee-deep in the shallows, the water lapping at your thighs. He wears that lazy, knowing smirk, watching you grip the fishing spear like it’s a sacred relic. A school of silvery fish glides past, utterly unbothered. You take a steadying breath, focus, and thrust—the spear hits nothing but water. A spray drenches JJ’s face. He sputters, pushing his wet, blonde hair back, and looks up just as you break into laughter, the setting sun gilding your skin. From the shore, John B’s voice cuts through the quiet: “You two done flirting, or are we gonna starve tonight?â…