#outer banks angst
Nightmare
Based On: Outer Banks
Characters: JJ x Reader
Warnings: Abuse Mentioned (cannon to the show)
w/c: 500ish
Summary: After having a nightmare about something happening to you, JJ comes over to make sure you’re okay.
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You groaned and rolled over in bed, the familiar sound of tapping on your window waking you up. Your eyes adjusted in the dim light and you were able to make out the unmistakable outline of JJ crouched outside the glass.
You reached over and unlatched the window, letting JJ come inside. “Really J?” you sighed, voice still groggy, “It’s like 2 am, I mean I love you but it’s a little late to be-” You trailed off when you got a good look at the boy’s face. His eyes were puffy and red like he had been crying, “JJ… What’s wrong? What happened?”
“Are you okay?” He blurted out first before he answered your question.
Your brows furrowed in confusion at his question, “Yes, I’m fine. Are you?” You reached out and pulled him into a hug, noticing how fast his heart was racing when his chest was pressed up against yours, “Was it your dad? Did he?” You whispered almost afraid to ask.
You felt him shake his head as he buried his face in the crook of your neck and his embrace tightened around you. You sat in silence for a few moments, letting him calm down and take the time he needed before he told you what was going on.
“It was a nightmare.” He finally managed, “But it felt so real… I thought it was real.” He said with a shaky breath, pulling back to look at you with his tear-filled eyes. “In my dream, it was my dad- he came after you and…” his voice broke and he pulled you back into his arms.
Your heart broke for JJ. His father had always treated him so poorly. The abuse and neglect JJ had faced from the man who was supposed to love him the most made you sick to your stomach. And if it wasn’t enough for his father to torment him in real life now he managed to terrorize JJ in his dreams?
You felt tears prick at your eyes as you ran your fingers through his hair, trying to help soothe him. “Hey, it’s okay JJ,” you whispered softly, “I’m okay- nothing’s gonna hurt me,” You pulled away for a moment, looking at his tear-stained face. You wiped away the tears on his cheeks and placed your forehead against his, “We’re okay JJ,” you assured.
He nodded, taking another shaky breath.
“How about you stay here tonight?” you offered, pulling back the covers and making space for him in the bed next to you.
“But your parents,” JJ pointed out.
You shook your head, “It’ll be fine, they never come in my room anyway,” you promised.
The last thing JJ wanted was to get you in trouble, but he also couldn’t ignore the relief the thought of staying with you for the night brought him. He finally caved, sliding under the covers next to you, “Thank you, Y/N,” He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled your back into his chest.
You grabbed his right hand and placed a soft kiss on the back of it, “Of course, JJ. I’ll always be here for you,”
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Grief
Based On: Outer Banks (SEASON 2 SPOILERS)
Warnings: Language, Angst, s2 spoilers
Characters: JJ x Reader, John B x Sister!Reader
Word Count: 650
Summary: JJ and Y/N both have very different ways of grieving their loss.
a/n:i’m not sure why i felt the need to write something so sad today so i would just like to apologize lol
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Your leg bounced nervously from your position on the couch. The TV was on, but you were paying it no attention, instead, more focused on the dozens of things racing through your head.
You hadn’t seen JJ since the day that John B and Sarah were pronounced dead, it had been almost 3 days now.
Originally, you had tried to be patient with him, knowing he was grieving a best friend and that the loss of John B had hit him hard. But, it was starting to feel like JJ had forgotten that you were grieving as well- and John B wasn’t just a best friend to you, he was a brother. Hell, he had been the only real family you had left. You had always counted on JJ being in your corner, but now he was nowhere to be found.
You checked your phone for probably the tenth time in the past 15 minutes. You weren’t surprised, but still furious to see that JJ hadn’t bothered to call or reply to the dozens of texts and voice mails you had left him.
While part of you was fuming at the boy for disappearing and leaving you with no notice, there was a constant nag of worry for him that was eating away at you. Was he okay? Had something happened?
Kiara and Pope seemed less worried than you about JJ, figuring that he just needed time alone to figure things out. But that was easy for them to say, they had each other to find solace in. You had spent the last 3 days trying to navigate life without your big brother alone and it was devastating.
Your head snapped at the sound of the front door opening, revealing the blonde boy who had been causing you so much anguish. He looked awful- not that you were looking your best. His eyes were red and puffy and from the way he stumbled inside, it was obvious he was intoxicated.
You rolled your eyes, barely able to contain your anger. “No call? No text? What, was I supposed to just guess when you were gonna come back?”
JJ sighed, waving you off, “Sorry,” He mumbled, sounding slightly annoyed by your anger.
“Sorry’s not gonna cut it-” you scoffed, “Where the hell have you been?”
He groaned and rolled his eyes, “Y/N, just screw off,”
“Screw off?“ you repeated, your voice rising as you spoke, "I have sat on this damn couch calling and texting you for days! I had no idea where you were or if you were ever coming back!”
“Okay, well I’m back now,” he snapped, “Stop making it a big deal,”
“Look I get it,” You shook your head, “You’re grieving. But you can’t just disappear-”
“I just lost my best friend!” JJ screamed, finally looking you in the eyes, tears threatening to spill.
“I lost my brother!” you choked out, “H-He was the only family I had left! And I know you’re hurting- believe me, I know. But I thought…” You took a shaky breath, tears falling as you spoke, “God, I thought I would always have you by my side,”
JJ just stared at you, “Y/N, I’m sorry,” He ran his hand through his blonde hair, “But I just can’t. I need space and time to think. I can’t be here,” He exasperated, looking around the Chateau, “Everything- All of this, it reminds me of him. Hell, I can’t even look at you right now,”
You know he didn’t mean to hurt you, but his words stung.
“You look just like him. I-I just can’t.”
Before you could say another word, JJ had left, slamming the front door behind him and leaving you once again, alone and crying.
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Spiraling
Based On: Outer Banks
Characters: JJ x Reader
Warnings: Drug Use, Alcoholism, Langauge, Terrible Coping Mechansims, Death, Angst
Word Count: 500
Summary:Everyone copes in different ways, some are healthier than others. Unfortunately, JJ isn’t the best with dealing with the loss of a best friend.
A/N:not sure if im ready to start writing as much as i used to yet, but i was inspired and wrote this tonight, so enjoy.
i didnt proofread (sorry) so all mistakes are mine
You took a shaky breath, standing in front of the chateau. You’d been there hundreds of times, shared so many memories with your best friends, and come to love the house and the people inside as your own, but things were different now.
You shook your head at yourself, deciding it was better not to think about it and let yourself inside.
“JJ,” your voice called as you peered around the front room. You sighed, your mind trailing off to the many laughs you and your friends had experience under this roof, “J?” You repeated, stopping in front of the guest room JJ usually stayed in.
You softly tapped on the door, but received no reply. “JJ?” You let yoursef in to see the mess that JJ was living in.
Discarded beer bottles littered the room and the strong smell of weed seemed to be seeping from the walls. Blankets and dirty clothes were strewn across the room, and some of the pictures that had previously lined the walls had been ripped down by an angry force. But what really caught your eye were the small orange bottles lined up on the nightstand.
“Y/N?” JJ muttered, clearly out of it as he lifted his head up so he could get a better look at your figure in the doorway.
“The hell is that?” You snapped, startling him at your change of attitude as you walked over and snatched on of the bottles from the table, only to discover it was empty.
“God- Y/N, screw off!” JJ groaned, rolling his eyes as he rolled over so his back was facing you.
“You’re joking right JJ?” You glared daggers into his back as you spoke, “After everything, you do this?” You shook your head, eyes filling with tears, “JJ, you know what this shit can do! You’ve seen how it hurts people! How… how could you?” You seethed at the boy who was now sitting up slightly and looking at you with an emotionless expression. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you thought of what your dad had put you through with his addiction. JJ had seen firsthand how it broke you, and he had been there to pick up the pieces and put you back together. How could he do this knowing how much hurt it had caused you?
You gathered the rest of the bottles in your hands and stormed out of the room toward the bathroom.
“Y/N! Hey! Stop- What are you doing?”
You ignored JJ’s yells as you slammed all the bottles except one onto the sink. You held the one in your hand with and iron grip, anger and hurt coursing through your veins and you untwisted the cap and dumped the contents into the toilet.
“HEY!” JJ snapped from the bathroom’s doorway, “What the hell, Y/N?”
You grabbed another bottle, but this time JJ grabbed hold on your wrist, forcing you to face him, “Cut it out,” his voice was low and his eyes were wild as he eyed the pills in your hand.
“JJ, I can’t let you do this to yourself… JJ, you know what happened to my dad, I can’t let-”
“It’s not your job to take care of me, I can do that myself,” JJ spat, “And anyways, I’m fine-”
“You’re fine?” You mocked, “You’re popping pills and drinking instead of actually coping! Kie and I haven’t seen or heard from you in weeks-”
“Don’t come in here and act like you’ve got you’re shit together!” JJ cut you off, “You’re really gonna lecture me after you just dropped off the face of the Earth the second we heard about John B- did you ever think about us… about me? How maybe I needed you-”
“Oh,” you scoffed, “So you’re saying this is my fault? I needed a break and you fell apart because I wasn’t here to hold you together?” You laughed dryly, “We were all falling apart JJ- not just you. And last time I checked, none of us decided to give up and become alcoholics or drug addicts-”
“Screw you Y/N!” JJ screamed, your words clearly leaving a mark.
You wiped your tears and took a breath, “I love you JJ, I really do, and I want to help you, but this…” You shook your head, defeated, “I can’t help you when you refuse to help yourself,”
JJ opened his mouth to say something, but you didn’t give him the chance to speak.
You threw the orange bottle at his chest, “Keep you’re stupid pills. But when things get bad- and trust me, they will get bad, I can’t promise I’ll be here for you,” you turned back on him and left before more tears began to fall, feeling like you were about to loose another best friend.
