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JJ from Outer Banks blurb:

summary: you find him crying after his dad hurts him

You found him sitting out on the dock alone. The backpack he always carried slung over his shoulder was laid at his side. You couldn’t see his face, but you there was no way you couldn’t recognize the tan, shaggy haired boy before you. It was odd, finding him here all alone. Normally he’d be out on the water with John B, though his childhood best friend was nowhere to be seen.

“Whatcha doin’ down there JJ?” You called teasingly, jogging your way to the end of the dock where he sat. The only response you got was a sudden flinch as his head tilted slightly at your words. Frowning, you slowed to a walk, confused at his lack of enthusiasm.

The closer you came, you noted the rigidness of his stature. “You okay?” You spoke again, this time more softly. He didn’t spare you a glance as you dropped to a crouch beside him, merely nodding. You figured he was still pouty from earlier when John B ditched him to hang out with Sarah. Sighing you took a seat, nudging his ribs light heartedly. The playful poke got a reaction out of the boy, though not the one you expected. He drug in a raspy breath, instantly recoiling from your touch.

“Woah, woah, I’m sorry. What did I do?” You questioned, leaning to look at his face. For the first time you caught a glimpse of his face, noting the black eye and bleeding mouth. “What the hell, JJ! What did you do? Was it Rafe and Topper?” You sputtered, grabbing his jaw and forcing him to look at you.

His glassy gaze met your own, but he didn’t speak. All you got was a meek shake of his head. “Who was it then? You have to tell me. I can only help you fight back if you tell me.” He stiffened at your words.

“You can’t help me.” The words were soft, a quiet, wheezing whisper. A scoff fell from your lips.

“Like hell I can’t. Who did this to you?” It had to be a kook. If it wasn’t Rafe, it could’ve been any of the others. They hated him.

“No.” He breathed softly. “You don’t understand.” His words didn’t make any sense. You understood alright. The kooks came for your people. Not only did they come for your own, they came for JJ. There was no way you were letting them get away with it.

“Jay, this is the last time I’m going to ask who did it. You need to tell me” you’re cut off mid sentence.

“No! Listen to me god damnit, there is not a thing you can do to help me. Look at me right now! My father did this - there is nothing you can do to fight back.” His composure faltered, like it often did when he got upset. You sat stunned, hands falling from his dirty, tear streaked cheeks.

“I- I can’t take this anymore, fuck. I almost did it, you know.” He grabbed the bag shaking it in his fist. You didn’t need to look, you knew what was in the bag. There was nothing else to say. You grabbed the trembling boy, pulling him to your chest. Within seconds, your t-shirt was soaked with tears. It made sense, the more you thought about it. You knew his dad was a terrible father. His arms wrapped around your waist, clinging to you like it was life or death.

“Please don’t leave me.” He hiccuped, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His words nearly shattered your heart.

“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere, JJ. I gotcha.” You murmured, pressing a soft kiss into his hair. You trailed your fingers up and down his back, continuing to whisper in his ear soothingly.

The two of you sat for a while in silence, rocking back and forth in the sunset. Over time his sobs softened into sniffles, and his shoulders heaved a little less. He raised his head, meeting your gaze. You cupped his cheek, feeling him lean into your touch. “How about we go get you all cleaned up, hm?” You hummed, holding out you hand. Pausing in a moment of hesitation, he groaned, but took your hand.

After an hour or so, you’d cleaned up most of the injuries and gotten him to take a shower. Once he was in fresh clothes, you crawled into bed, laying side by side. It was entirely silent for a couple of minutes, the two of you starting at each other in silence. You trailed your fingers along his bruised cheek, wishing you could’ve taken the blows in his place.

“Thank you.” JJ murmured out of the blue pressing a kiss to your open palm.

“Of course. I’m always here. Promise.” He gave a sleepy smile at your words, closing his baby blue eyes. You nuzzled his neck, pressing a kiss to his warm skin. “Go to sleep JJ. I’ll be here in the morning too.”

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me: “... rudy and drew...”

y’all: “not this bitch again”

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(most likely no one’s going to read this but i’m putting my thoughts out here anyways :)

i’m so glad that outer banks exists. like yeah, it’s just a fictional show with a stereotypically hot cast of young adults playing high schoolers... but it honestly reignited something in me and i’m so glad it did.

found family... adventure... actually LIVING... this show drew me out of a serious funk and i’m so grateful <3

but also... i look at the show and the cast and they’re all so close and the show is so... perfect (try telling me you don’t want to live in the outer banks now) and i honestly get sad because i want to be friends with these people! i want a life like that! but i’m just a midwestern gal from the suburbs who a) will never be famous, in the show, or friends with the cast/pate family and b) who idolizes things like beautiful shows and will now never feel content with what i do bc it’s not like some work of fiction.

i don’t even know what i’m writing anymore peace out y’all! pls chat about obx with me i’m begging :)

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JJ from Outer Banks blurb:

summary: you find him crying after his dad hurts him

You found him sitting out on the dock alone. The backpack he always carried slung over his shoulder was laid at his side. You couldn’t see his face, but you there was no way you couldn’t recognize the tan, shaggy haired boy before you. It was odd, finding him here all alone. Normally he’d be out on the water with John B, though his childhood best friend was nowhere to be seen.

“Whatcha doin’ down there JJ?” You called teasingly, jogging your way to the end of the dock where he sat. The only response you got was a sudden flinch as his head tilted slightly at your words. Frowning, you slowed to a walk, confused at his lack of enthusiasm.

The closer you came, you noted the rigidness of his stature. “You okay?” You spoke again, this time more softly. He didn’t spare you a glance as you dropped to a crouch beside him, merely nodding. You figured he was still pouty from earlier when John B ditched him to hang out with Sarah. Sighing you took a seat, nudging his ribs light heartedly. The playful poke got a reaction out of the boy, though not the one you expected. He drug in a raspy breath, instantly recoiling from your touch.

“Woah, woah, I’m sorry. What did I do?” You questioned, leaning to look at his face. For the first time you caught a glimpse of his face, noting the black eye and bleeding mouth. “What the hell, JJ! What did you do? Was it Rafe and Topper?” You sputtered, grabbing his jaw and forcing him to look at you.

His glassy gaze met your own, but he didn’t speak. All you got was a meek shake of his head. “Who was it then? You have to tell me. I can only help you fight back if you tell me.” He stiffened at your words.

“You can’t help me.” The words were soft, a quiet, wheezing whisper. A scoff fell from your lips.

“Like hell I can’t. Who did this to you?” It had to be a kook. If it wasn’t Rafe, it could’ve been any of the others. They hated him.

“No.” He breathed softly. “You don’t understand.” His words didn’t make any sense. You understood alright. The kooks came for your people. Not only did they come for your own, they came for JJ. There was no way you were letting them get away with it.

“Jay, this is the last time I’m going to ask who did it. You need to tell me” you’re cut off mid sentence.

“No! Listen to me god damnit, there is not a thing you can do to help me. Look at me right now! My father did this - there is nothing you can do to fight back.” His composure faltered, like it often did when he got upset. You sat stunned, hands falling from his dirty, tear streaked cheeks.

“I- I can’t take this anymore, fuck. I almost did it, you know.” He grabbed the bag shaking it in his fist. You didn’t need to look, you knew what was in the bag. There was nothing else to say. You grabbed the trembling boy, pulling him to your chest. Within seconds, your t-shirt was soaked with tears. It made sense, the more you thought about it. You knew his dad was a terrible father. His arms wrapped around your waist, clinging to you like it was life or death.

“Please don’t leave me.” He hiccuped, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His words nearly shattered your heart.

“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere, JJ. I gotcha.” You murmured, pressing a soft kiss into his hair. You trailed your fingers up and down his back, continuing to whisper in his ear soothingly.

The two of you sat for a while in silence, rocking back and forth in the sunset. Over time his sobs softened into sniffles, and his shoulders heaved a little less. He raised his head, meeting your gaze. You cupped his cheek, feeling him lean into your touch. “How about we go get you all cleaned up, hm?” You hummed, holding out you hand. Pausing in a moment of hesitation, he groaned, but took your hand.

After an hour or so, you’d cleaned up most of the injuries and gotten him to take a shower. Once he was in fresh clothes, you crawled into bed, laying side by side. It was entirely silent for a couple of minutes, the two of you starting at each other in silence. You trailed your fingers along his bruised cheek, wishing you could’ve taken the blows in his place.

“Thank you.” JJ murmured out of the blue pressing a kiss to your open palm.

“Of course. I’m always here. Promise.” He gave a sleepy smile at your words, closing his baby blue eyes. You nuzzled his neck, pressing a kiss to his warm skin. “Go to sleep JJ. I’ll be here in the morning too.”