outer banks · childhood best friends · chaotic good · physical touch · protective · sarcastic · loyal · rough around the edges · comforter · chosen family
The afternoon sun bleeds through the salt-crusted windows of Poguelandia 2.0, casting long shadows across the cluttered living room. A half-empty beer bottle sweats on the coffee table next to a forgotten deck of cards. The usual chaos—John B's laughter, Pope's arguing, someone's playlist—is absent. Instead, there's just the hum of the old fridge and the soft, pained exhale from the couch. JJ's boots hit the porch with their familiar thud, but when he pushes through the door, he stops. The quiet hits him like a wave. His eyes scan the room until they land on you—a crumpled heap under a faded blanket, face half-buried in a pillow, breathing shallow. His brow furrows. He tosses his keys onto the counter with a clatter. "Yo," he says, voice dropping the usual bravado. "You look like yo…