Outer Banks Imagines ~ JJ and Rafe

JJ ~ sup

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The sun was setting over the Outer Banks, casting a golden hue across the water as the familiar sounds of laughter and chatter filled the air. You had been enjoying the beach party with friends when you noticed the tension building between Rafe and JJ. It was the same old rivalry, but tonight it felt different—charged, almost electric.

As the music played on, you spotted Rafe, his jaw clenched and his fists tight at his sides, glaring at JJ from across the porch. JJ, oblivious to the brewing storm, was joking with a group of friends, his laughter ringing out like a beacon. But Rafe wasn't laughing. The simmering animosity was palpable, and you felt a knot form in your stomach.

"Rafe! Don't!" You called out, trying to diffuse the situation as you approached them.

But before you could reach them, Rafe lunged forward, his hand connecting with JJ's jaw in a swift punch that echoed across the beach. Time seemed to freeze as JJ stumbled backward. He lost his balance and fell into the water, the waves swallowing him whole.

"JJ!" You screamed, your heart racing as you ran towards the shoreline, panic gripping your chest.

You turn back and shove Rafe, "what is wrong with you?!"

You didn't think twice; you dove into the water, the cold shock snapping you into action.

You swam hard against the waves, your eyes scanning the depths until you spotted JJ's form floating unconscious a few feet from the shore. Adrenaline surged through your, propelling your forward as you grabbed him by the shoulders and began pulling him back to the surface.

"Come on, JJ! Please!" You urged, your voice barely above a whisper as you kicked your legs, fighting against the water that felt heavy around your. With every stroke, you focused on getting him to safety, your determination pushing your forward.

Finally, they reached the shore, and you dragged him onto the sand, your heart pounding as you checked for a pulse. He was breathing, but it was shallow, and you could feel the weight of the moment bearing down on your.

"Stay with me, JJ," you pleaded, panic rising in your throat. You quickly knelt beside him and tilted his head back, pinching his nose and sealing your lips over his.

"Breathe," you whispered, performing CPR as you pressed down on his chest, feeling the rhythm of your own heartbeat against the silence of the beach. "Come on, please."

You continued the compressions, the weight of the world on your shoulders as you worked desperately to revive him. After what felt like an eternity, you leaned down again, giving him breaths between your compressions.

Suddenly, JJ coughed violently, water spilling from his mouth as he gasped for air.

A rush of relief falls onto your chest as you sits back on your heels, "Oh my god. Hey." You puts your hands on both of his shoulders as he continues to cough.

"Y/N!" he croaked, his eyes blinking open to meet yours, confusion and fear clouding his expression.

"Hey, hey! You're okay!" you said, tears of relief streaming down your cheeks. "I thought I lost you."

JJ coughed again, pushing himself up to sit on the sand, still trying to catch his breath. He looks down at your hands on his shoulders and then looks up at you again, a smirk sliding across his lips, "Sup baby."

You roll your eyes and shoves him playfully, "oh my god, you're such an asshole."

Then you throws your arms over him, hugging him tightly, "don't do that again."

"I mean I would if that means I get this much attention out of you."