Outer Banks Sickfics

JJ!

This one is not one of the prompts I wrote, we're just gonna see where this goes tbh. Also, this will be a Y/N one. Again, we're kinda ignoring the plot of the series here lol.

JJ had been at the surf shack most of the day, his dad had wanted JJ to smuggle something into prison for him, but JJ refused. Still, JJ went back to their shitty little house and looked for whatever his dad wanted anyway. Y/N offered to go and help JJ look, but he said no. 

Despite the fact that Y/N and JJ had been together for a few months now, JJ still wanted to keep some things private. He was embarrassed about his dad and his home life even though he acted like he couldn't give less of a shit about it. Y/N was starting to understand all of that. 

That wasn't the only thing stressing JJ out over the past few days. He had nearly been caught lifting some snacks from a convenience store and some Kook with a gun made eyes at him as he strolled out. Normally, JJ didn't care much about his life, but something about this spooked him. Maybe it was the fact that he felt like he had a few things to live for now, Y/N didn't know. 

When JJ returned from his dad's place, he was exhausted. He flopped down onto one of the raggedy couches at the Chateau and kept to himself. Only Pope and Y/N were in the same room, and they shared a look as JJ sat down. 

"Hey, JJ," Pope said, "we're thinking of grilling chicken and corn and potatoes and taking it out on the water for dinner."

"Whatever." JJ shook his head lightly. 

Y/N added, "We're bringing drinks!"

Usually, that would grab JJ's attention right away, but it didn't seem to do so this time. 

"I've got a few j's too," Y/N said. "Want to light one up now?"

"Yeah, in a few minutes."

That was also weird. JJ was nearly always the first one to hop onto a joint or a blunt or a bong or a GB. Y/N noticed JJ rubbing his throat as if it was uncomfortable. 

Y/N lit the joint anyway and sat next to JJ in case he wanted a hit. He didn't take it until a few minutes later, and he coughed much more than usual after ripping it. Y/N rubbed his back and pressed a gentle kiss onto his shoulder. JJ cleared his throat before standing up and looking for some water, not realizing that he had pretty much knocked Y/N off of him.

Y/N sat back, a little offended, and finished the joint off. She was almost ready to pull out another one just to spite JJ when out of the corner of her eye, she saw JJ snap forward and squish two little sneezes down into his elbow. They were nearly silent, and Pope hadn't even noticed them. It seemed as if JJ wanted it to be that way. 

"Bless you," Y/N said. She was feeling ballsy and a tiny bit pissed off.

JJ looked up and made a point of sniffling sharply. "Thanks," he bit. 

Y/N rolled her eyes and went out onto the porch where Sarah, Kie, and John B were sitting. 

"What's up?" Sarah asked. 

"JJ's being annoying," Y/N said. 

John B feigned shock. "That is news to me!"

"Shut up," Y/N laughed. 

Y/N sat down next to Sarah and put her head on Sarah's shoulder. The two listened to Kie and John B argue about something for a few minutes until Pope came out onto the porch and broke the tension.

"JJ's being so fucking weird," Pope said.

"What do you mean?" Kie asked. 

Pope sighed, "I know that he's going through some shit with his dad and everything, but he's just being really fucking weird. He's being uncharacteristically quiet, and I've said like four things that could have warranted "that's what she said" jokes and he didn't spring for a single of them."