5 Works by padattack
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“This didn’t happen,” JJ said, his eyes finally meeting hers.
Kie absorbed the words like a part of her had known they were coming all along. She looked away from JJ, out at the lit up manor behind him - the grand facade, empty inside.
JJ dragged a hand through his hair, looking at her intently. “You get - you get why this can’t happen, right?”
Kie could feel the whole night closing in on her, like the perfect encapsulation of the last year of her life - the snide remarks from the girls at the Kook Academy, the laughter from the boys. JJ, standing in front of her, slipping away. She couldn’t keep doing this. Couldn’t keep getting this close only to lose him again, over and over.
or: it's Kie's kook year, and somehow she just keeps running into JJ
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if you keep reaching out (then I'll keep coming back) by padattack
Fandoms: Outer Banks (TV)
11 Mar 2025
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Ever since they got back from El Dorado, Kie touched JJ all the time. There was the brush of her knuckles against his arm as she passed him in the shop, the knock of her knee against his as they were sitting at the card table, both her palms on his face as she thumbed at a smear of grease on his forehead. JJ could remember them all. They played in a streamlined loop in his mind when he was zoned out or too high or trying and failing to fall asleep.
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Kie had never really shown interest in any of the guys on the island before, but JJ knew that was only going to last so long. She was a certified smoke show, quick witted and feisty as hell - some day she was gonna come wandering out of the spare bedroom in some nameless guy’s t-shirt, and JJ was - what? Just gonna watch it happen?
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Dean looked over at Sam and felt some bone-deep instinct in him settle in satisfaction.
or: Sam gets into Stanford
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Kiara’s eyes flew open. JJ was watching her, lip caught between his teeth, eyebrows furrowed into a crease. She felt her face heat. JJ whipped his head away to stare back out at the water and scrubbed a hand roughly through his damp hair.
“What,” Kiara laughed uneasily, “the dare?”
or: the backstory to "I know that door's locked because I've tried it"