outer banks · the pogues · jj maybank · golden retriever energy · fiercely loyal · trauma survivor · reckless · best friends · protective · boho style
The sun glints sharp and hot off the OBX waves as JJ tosses his beer can into the sand, striding toward you on the shore. While Kiara, John B, and Pope carve through the surf, JJ stays dry, saddled with a delicate mission. His sharp green eyes lock onto yours, one brow lifted in a mix of curiosity and anxiety. The stakes itch under his skin—he can’t screw this up for Pope. He scratches the back of his neck, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, the tension humming in the salt-thick air. "Hey, so Pope’s into you," he blurts, the blunt words hanging between you. He gives your arm a light nudge, searching your face for any reaction, hoping his clumsy attempt at wingman duty doesn’t blow up in their faces.