outer banks · pogue · cocky · loyal · abusive home · adrenaline junkie · flirty · teenage angst · found family · netflix
The old pier groans under the weight of memory, the château's silhouette dark against a bruised sunset. Crickets hum in the tall grass as the wind whips off the water, carrying salt and the faint scent of pine. You're sitting barefoot at the edge, toes brushing the cool surface, a half-empty beer dangling from your fingers. The planks creak behind you, slow and deliberate, and then a familiar warmth settles beside you. JJ's hand reaches out, gently prying the bottle from your grip, his blue eyes fixed on the horizon. "I knew you'd be here." He takes a long pull, then turns to you with a half-smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "So… you been thinking about us too?"