#sarah cameron imagine

[rafeandonlyrafe]

experimentation

words: 6.9k

warnings: 18+ only!!!, aged up!sarah (takes place in season 1 but shes 18/19 and rafe is like 22/23 for the fic) smut, lesbian sex, tit play, girl on girl action, scissoring, dildo/sex toys, p in v sex, unprotected sex, blowjob, losing virginity, cheating(ish), reader sleeps with sarah and rafe (not at the same time omg there is NO incest!!), 69ing, female receiving oral, experimenting/unserious?? sex, hooking up to relationship, they say i love you at the end awwww, soft!rafe, i think thats everything jesus christ

it all started with one simple question. sarah sat on the edge of her bed, finishing the top coat of her toenail polish while you braided your mostly dry hair to have loose curls tomorrow.

“have you ever kissed a girl?”

that's all it took. for you to say no, that'd like to,, just to see what it's like, and then to press your lips against sarahs.

you laid in bed together, just kissing. it felt different than any of the guys you've kissed in the past. sarahs lips are softer, sweeter, her tongue gentler when it licks into your mouth.

“do you…” sarah gasps out against your lips. “do you think we could do more?

you blink at her, processing her words and the sudden kiss when you've been just friends for years. 

“just to experiment.” sarah shrugs, looking down to your chest, your nipples hard against your shirt. “i wanna…”

“yeah.” you nod. “lets keep going. just… two friends experimenting.” you smile at her. “having fun.”

you've seen each other naked before, so it's not too much of a shock as you strip down. usually it'd be to pull a swimsuit on or change into a dress, you've never sat and really looked at sarah.

“your… your boobs are so nice.” you giggle softly, her tits sit perfectly, even and plump.

“you wanna touch them?” she asks, looking down at her own body.

“yeah.” you nod quickly, crawling the short distance separating you as you reach out with a gentle hand, gently ghosting around the outside of her breasts before moving closer, cupping her tits and feeling how heavy they are in your hands.

“is it okay if i um… lick them?” you question, staring at her perfect nipples, hard and peaked up, practically begging for you to suck them.

“yeah, as long as i get to do it to you too.” sarah giggles gently.

you bend down, cautiously swiping your tongue over her nipple. sarah gently moans, encouraging you on as you wrap your lips around the bud, sucking gently as your palms massage her tits.

sarah presses a hand against the back of your head, gentle and just slightly pushing you down, keeping you against your chest. you don't fight against it, testing what feels best against your tongue, switching between lapping, sucking and even gently pressing your teeth against her chest.

you leave her nipple with a wet kiss before switching to the other side, repeating the movements.

“god, that… that feels good.” sarah moans out as you pull away with a little giggle.

“that was fun. i wish i had your boobs, seriously.”

“oh, shut up.” sarah laughs. “your's are way better than mine.” she glances down at your body. your chest is smaller than hers, but her gaze doesn't stay there for long as her eyes flick down to where your thighs are pressed together.

“it's not really having sex, right?” sarah glances up to you. “we'll still be virgins just… this doesn’t count since we’re just.. experimenting” .”

“yeah.” you nod. “we're friends, there's nothing wrong with just having some fun.”

“okay.” sarah takes a deep breath before pushing the thought out of her mind, done trying to rationalize the want she feels swelling in her lower stomach.

“lay down.” sarah gestures for you to rest your head on the pillow, which you do slowly, keeping your legs together to not reveal too much too early.

sarah climbs over you as your eyes drift to the ceiling before closing when you feel her mouth on you. she keeps to kisses, pressing them all over your front, from your clavicle down to right above your belly button. 

“i… i wanna eat you out.” sarah says as your eyes blink open, realizing she's hovering over you.

“okay.” you nod, raising your head to give her a kiss, quickly getting lost in the way your lips move against each others.

sarahs hand plays gently with your chest, rubbing over your nipples with her palm, pressing against them with delightful pressure.

you let out a little whine, hips shifting from side to side as you feel your wetness growing. sarah laughs as she looks down at you. “it's okay, im really horny too.”

she gives you another quick peck, verging on friendly, reminding you that all you're doing is testing things out, trying what it's like to be like with a girl, and there's no one better to experiment with than your closest friend.

sarah moves lower, tapping your thigh as you spread them. she makes herself comfortable between them on her stomach.

she pauses, looking between your spread legs at your bare pussy. she hesitates for barely longer than a second before diving in, mouth pressing against your cunt, tongue sneaking out to lick up your wetness.

“oh fuck!” you squeal, hands fisting into the sheets. “fuck, sarah!”

“does that feel good?” she asks, tilting her head to the side, licking her lips to continue to taste you.

“yeah!” you nod rapidly. “really good. keep going, please.”

“okay.” sarah laughs gently again, moving a little slower this time, licking over your folds before swirling her tongue around your clit. she knows what she likes when touching herself, and tries to replicate it with her tongue on you.

you let yourself get lost in the feeling, knowing you should probably dull your moans to not wake up all of tanneyhill, but as you look down between your legs to see sarahs delicate tongue licking against your cunt, your can't control your sounds.

“im gonna finger you.” sarah says, wanting to make sure you know what she's going to do as you rapidly nod. 

she pushes your legs further apart, looking at your entrance as her fingertip slides in, continuing to push into your wet heat until it's buried to the hilt.

“does that feel nice?” she asks.

“really nice. try moving it.” you swallow harshly, your clit needing her mouth back on it.

sarah nods, slowly thrusting her finger in and out, getting used to it as the tempo increases gradually.

“im-im gonna cum once you start eating me out again.” you warn. “i don't know if you want that to happen.”

“of course.” sarah presses her mouth against your leg, kissing your thighs. “isn’t that the whole point of this? well most of it at least” .”

“need you on my clit again then.” you let out a deep breath.

“I got you .” sarah listens quickly, mouth back on your clit as her finger continues, tilting it upward to press right against your sweet spot, making you cry out as her mouth sucks and sucks.

“i-oh my god sarah!” you squeal as your high breaks over the walls, hips pressing up as your entire body shakes, cunt clenching around her finger. sarah licks up your slick before taking a deep breath.

“you actually taste good.” she hums, pulling her finger out and pressing it between her cheeks, sucking the digit like it's a lollipop, swirling her tongue to get the taste off.

“that felt really good too.” you blush, cheeks heating up. “what do you want me to do to you?”

“we should try scissoring.” sarah says. “ive seen it in porn.”

“is that where you got all these ideas from?” you ask, eyebrows raising up.

“yeah.” she nods. “it's hot without guys.”

for the first time, you realize sarah may be looking for more than just a night of fun, and might genuinely see you as someone she's attracted to. you don't have much time to delve deeper as she spreads your thighs, placing her own wet pussy against yours.

“im just gonna-” sarah let's out a gasp as her face twists in pleasure, your bare cunts bumping against each other's as her hips move.

“oh, fuck! sarah!” you squeal. you push yourself up to sit, beginning to move as well, rubbing against her thigh and occasionally her pussy as sarah does the same thing to you, her mouth slackened and tits jigging with every movement.

you long to reach forward and have your mouth around them again, but you're determined to have sarah reach that high that she brought you too.

you tip her back so you can do all the work, grinding and grinding until her whole body tenses up as she cums with a low moan of your name.

you flop back against the bed, sarah crawling in a moment to also place her head on the pillow.

“that was fun.” she says, chest still rising and falling rapidly.

you nod. “we should do that again.”

--

“well look who it is.” rafe smirks at you, placing a hand on your lower back. “none other than y/n l/n.”

“hey rafey.” you giggle. you have a bit of a love hate relationship with rafe. you bickered a lot when you were younger, but when a guy was messing with you in high school, you went right to rafe who quickly sorted it out.

“you look so pretty in this dress.” he says, tugging you towards the dance floor, a mess of bodies twisting and grinding.

you see rafe often when you're hanging out with sarah, but she stayed home from the party due to a headache, so it's a rare time alone without his sibling.

“dance with me?” he asks, pressing his lips against your ear.

you nod. just because you're fooling around with sarah shouldn't stop you from exploring other options, after all, she's half-dating topper despite diving between your legs during sleepovers.

rafe moves in tempo to the music. you dance back against him, grabbing his hands which are respectfully by his side to place on your hips.

“im not a kid anymore, rafe.” you close the distance between your bodies so rafe is grinding right into your bum. you can feel what's growing in his pants, a slight smile on your face.

“yeah, but you're my little sisters friend. just because i wanna fuck you doesn't mean-”

you turn around suddenly, not waiting to hear the rest of what he has to say. “you wanna fuck me?”

“of course.” rafe smirks, hand trailing down from your lower back to squeeze your ass.

“fuck me then.” you place your hands on his neck, pulling him down into a harsh kiss. the party is at toppers house, so you assume rafe knows how to get you alone as you follow him through the house until you're in a guest bedroom.

“promise you won't tell sarah?” he says, not wanting to deal with her shit for sleeping with you.

“i won't as long as you don't.” you say, knowing rafe doesn't realize how sarah would be just as upset with you too, for sleeping with her brother while you're fooling around with her on the side.

rafe nods, satisfied that this will be a secret as he pulls you against him. his hand grips your ass as his mouth devours yours, so much stronger than sarahs felt against yours. he's harsh, demanding and unforgiving.

your hands fist in his shirt, partially to hold yourself up as his lips attack yours. he slowly steps further into the room until the back of your knees hit the bed.

“take that dress off.” rafe grunts out. “let me see that perfect body.”

you pull your dress off, revealing the small matching set of lingerie you have on underneath. rafe let's out a growl, like a predator who finally got it's prey as he turns you around to face the bed before pushing you down so you flop onto your stomach.

“such a nice ass, kid.” rafe swats your barely covered bum. “anyone ever told you that before?”

“nnnnn.” you hum out as an answer, mouth half pressed into the mattress.

rafe suddenly pauses. “you're not a virgin are you?”

he waits, and when you don't answer, he knows the truth. 

“shit.” he groans. “listen, i want you but im not gonna have you lose your virginity at a random party, okay?”

“no, i want it rafe.” you flip over so you're on your back, pouting your lower lip out as you look up at him. “really, i do.”

“and ill take your virginity, but not here, not tonight. when you're not drunk and when i can lay you out and not worry about people barging in on us.”

“okay.” you pout with a slow nod. you're not drunk, but you have had a couple sips of beer, and you understand why rafe is hesitant. “but can we still do something tonight?”

“yeah? you wanna suck my dick or something?” rafe smirks down at you, not expecting you to nod enthusiastically and slink off the bed onto your knees.

“you sure?” he questions. “you don't have to. we could just make out or i could finger you-”

“come here.” you reach out to rafe, tugging him closer by the loops on his pants. you waste no time undoing the button and zipper and pulling the fabric down.

you would feel a lot less confident if you haven't been experimenting with sarah, getting to learn how to use your mouth for pleasure, even though it's a bit different now that it's her brothers dick.

“damn, baby.” rafe groans when you press kisses along his length, wetting his underwear until you get sick of the barrier and tug them down.

rafes cock is already hardened and pops up to hit you on the tip of your nose.

“ouch.” you frown, brows furrowing together when rafe let's out a laugh.

you don't allow him to continue laughing at you as you wrap your lips around the head of his cock, sinking down until you feel yourself gag. you pull up only to push your head back down, determined to make this good for rafe.

“shit- fuck!” rafe shouts out, placing a hand on the back of your head, tangling his fingers into your hair, ruining the curls you spent so long perfecting.

you hollow out your cheeks as you suck, tongue swirling around the underside of his cock. you cant go all the way down without his cock going too deep in your throat, so you wrap a hand around the base, gently stroking as your mouth works.

“shit!” rafe hisses out again. “you've done this before, haven't you?”

“nope.” you pull away with a pop. “just like your dick.”

you press a kiss against the head of his cock. it's wet and sloppy with precum and spit, but you don't care. 

“come over this weekend so i can fuck you, yeah?” rafe says. you nod before sinking your lips back down over his cock, not thinking in the moment that you'd already made plans with sarah.

--

“i got something.” sarah whispers, giving you a wink.

“what?” you lean in, waiting for her to whisper in your ear, but she just shakes her head, a mischievous look on her face.

“you'll see later.” she takes a bite of her pizza, rolling her eyes as rafe walks in.

“hey.” he grins at you, his smile stretching wide as he grabs a piece of pizza from the open box. “how you doing y/n?”

“leave my friend alone, rafe!” sarah says, making you giggle.

“im doing well rafe, how are you?”

he just nods and smiles, knowing that you're going to sneak out of sarahs room just like you'd planned after sucking him off at the party, where he came deep down your throat.

rafe manages to ghost his fingers along your back as he leaves, but not before taking another piece of pizza.

“god, he's such a dick.” sarah rolls her eyes.

you just nod. arguing about it would certainly give yourself away, and you're not willing to risk ruining sleeping with either of them. even though you're just fooling around with sarah, and it will surely stop when she gets a boyfriend, you're having a lot of fun for now. it makes you feel closer to her, like this is a secret you'll carry together for a long time. you even imagine drunkenly spilling it to your husbands twenty years from now when you're both happily married off.

you go through the motions like normal, finishing eating, saying goodnight to ward before disappearing into sarahs room. it's not until the door closes and locks behind you that there's a shift.

sarah immediately begins to strip, clearly eager and waiting for this moment. you follow her actions until you're both nude. if you thought you were comfortable being naked around her before, it's only increased since fooling around together.

“okay, look under the blanket.” sarah says. you didn't even realize a fluffy blanket had been obviously draped over something. you pull the fabric away to reveal a pink dildo. your eyes widen as you look to sarah.

“you bought a dildo?” you hiss out, a smile coming to her face as she eagerly nods.

“you gotta use it on me, oh my god. please, y/n?” she pouts. “there's this guy i like and… and i think i might give it up to him.”

“topper?” you question, surprised because it seems like she's been distancing herself from him.

sarah just smiles shyly. “oh my god, who?” you squeal.

“i really can't tell.” sarah says. she doesn't know your opinion on john b, and doesn't want to risk upsetting you.

“fine, then you don't know who i might be giving it up to.” you shrug, flopping down onto the bed as you pick up the dildo, inspecting it.

“you what?” sarah asks, her eyes wide.

“if you wanna keep secrets, i can to.” you shrug. in truth, you'd never tell her that it's her brother. you're not even sure you'd admit it to sarah if you were ten years down the line and married to rafe. your friendship is too precious, and you know she'd be extremely upset.

“ugh, fine.” sarah crosses her arms, lifting her boobs up in a way that has you licking your lips. 

“get over here.” it's all you have to say for sarah to climb onto the bed, your mouth attaching to her chest the second she's close enough.

you suck and play with her tits while you fool around with the dildo, putting it between her legs but just running it through her folds.

you're nowhere near done with her tits when sarah gently pushes your head lower. you let out a whine but ultimately concede.

“im just nervous to have it inside me.” sarah admits. “anxious.”

“it's okay.” you coo out as she lays back, spreading her legs. “ill help you out and go slow, that's what friends are for afterall.” you shrug.

you decide it'll be best to start with your finger as you press your digit into her. she's so wet you can easily thrust it in and out, but you still use your other hand to rub at her clit, just to relax sarah even more.

“you ready?” you question after rubbing for a while.

“mhm.” she whines out, chest moving up and down, partly from nerves and partly from pleasure.

you pull your finger out and grab the dildo again. you take a moment to rub the entire length against her, getting it thoroughly wet before pressing the head of the fake cock against her entrance. you move slowly as you push it in, watching her pussy bloom around it.

“fuck, sarah.” you moan out. “this is hot.”

“come sit on my face.” sarah says, her eyebrows scrunched together in concentration, needing the distraction of eating out your pussy.

“mmkay.” you hold the dildo pushed inside of her as you swing your hips over, briefly hovering your pussy over her face. you begin to lower slowly, only for sarah to grab your hips and slam your cunt down onto her awaiting tongue.

you let out a soft moan, eyes sliding shut as her mouth works against your folds. you finally remember that you need to move when her tongue thrusts into your cunt.

you blink out the haze of pleasure as you start to move the dildo gently in and out, moaning slightly at the slick noises, wet and sloppy as you thrust it inside of her.

“harder.” sarah says against your skin, voice vibrating over your pussy.

you speed up the movements of your hand, pushing in harder and faster. you drop your mouth to her pussy as well, needing to taste her against your tongue as you lick around her entrance before moving up to her clit.

“shit.” sarah moans out, hands squeezing harder at your thighs. you hope they don't bruise as you'll have to explain it to rafe later.

you move as fast as your arm will allow, bicep cramping up as you focus in on her clit, sucking as intensely as you can until you feel a rush of wetness gushing out of sarahs cunt. you pull the dildo out as she squirts, wetting the sheets.

“fuck!” sarah shouts. you're glad that the walls in tanneyhill are mostly soundproof.

“holy shit that was hot.” you giggle. you go to move from hovering over her body, but sarahs hands are rough on your hips as her mouth delves back in, wasting no time teasing as she flicks her tongue over your clit until your own high bursts, your cunt pressing into her mouth, wetting her face.

you flop to the side with a loud sigh, both equally satiated. 

sarah moves to press a sweet kiss to your lips. “thanks for trying that with me.”

“of course.” you smile, kissing her again, mouth devouring hers.

“im so tired now though.” she giggles before letting out a yawn.

“sleep, it's okay.” you coo out. you both roll away slightly from each other, adjusting to get comfortable on the bed and pillows as sarah is quickly snoring. you keep yourself awake, occasionally glancing over until you're sure she's been asleep long enough to not easily wake.

you slide out of the bed, keeping your movements as quietly as you possibly can as you sneak into the bathroom, wetting a washcloth and quickly cleaning yourself off so you don't already smell like sex.

you slip nothing but a robe on before tiptoeing out of sarahs room. you'd be absolutely fucked if ward or rose found you, but you rely on the hope that it's late enough for them not to be roaming the hallways.

you don't knock as you arrive at rafes room, opening the door and slipping in before locking it behind you.

“jesus, i thought you'd never come.” rafe stands quickly, cupping your cheeks as he kisses you, hot and wet as your hands press against his abs, running up and down against his muscles.

“sorry, sarah took forever to fall asleep.” you whisper against his lips. your eyebrows rise when he reaches down, lifting you easily to move you towards the bed.

you're glad rafe is just in his underwear, not wanting to wait before you get his cock inside of you, especially after seeing how much sarah liked the dildo.

you feel dirty sleeping with your best friends brother right after fooling around with her, but the thoughts quickly dissipate as rafe tugs on the belt of the robe, parting the two sides to reveal your completely nude body.

“fuck, baby. you're trying to kill me with those perfect tits.” rafe bends to drop his mouth around your nipple, toying with them in a way that's so different to sarah. she focuses on your pleasure, what feels good to you, while rafes movements are purely for him, doing what he wishes to without too much consideration for you, especially as his teeth sink into the plumpness of your breast.

you loop your legs around his hips, pulling him in until your crotches bump together. you grind your hips up and down, wetting his underwear as your clit brushes over the soft fabric.

“shit.” rafe groans, reaching down to push his underwear down his thighs.

you keep grinding, his bare cock now slipping through your folds, getting it significantly lubricated. rafes cock catches on your entrance just as his tongue flicks over your nipple. your back arches off the bed with a loud moan as he pushes in halfway, taking your virginity in one smooth motion.

“w-wait!” you squeal out.

rafe looks up, a worried look on his face as he pulls his cock out of you. “what's wrong?”

“condom!” you say. “im not on anything.”

rafe frowns. “we gotta get you on birth control so i can cum inside of you.”

“you wanna keep fucking me?” you ask with a smile as he moves to his nightstand, grabbing out a condom and tearing open the foil.

“of course.” rafe looks at you like it's obvious as he rolls the rubber down over his cock. “i swear im gonna take you out on dates and shit too.”

“rafey you've gone soft.” you giggle as he leans over the bed again, cock lined up with your pussy again. you clench around nothing, waiting to have him back inside.

“had a crush on you forever.” he says, pressing a kiss against your lips. “just couldn't do anything with sarah always around.”

you hum, shifting your hips from side to side. you don't want to talk about your best friend, you want rafe to fuck you, even if your pussy is already sensitive from your earlier orgasm with sarah.

“tell me if it hurts or im going too fast.” rafe gives you one last sweet kiss before his entire demeanor changes. he pushes his cock into you with a grunt, giving you only the smallest moment to adjust before he begins to move.

his cock pushes in and out, in and out, his balls slapping against you with every movement. you're forced to do nothing but lay back and moan, trying to keep yourself quiet as he pummels you.

rafe straightens up, pulling your hips to the edge of the bed as he stands, using as much force as he can to fuck into you, knowing he probably should go gentler for your first time, but he can't help himself.

“oh my god, rafe!” you squirm, hands seeking to grip onto something until you settle for one hand over his, the one securely holding your waist, while your other hand fists in his sheets.

rafe pushes his thumb against your clit, determined to make you cum quickly for the first time you're together, not knowing that you're already sensitive from cumming earlier in the day.

“p-please.” you whine out. you're not even sure what you're pleading for as tears well in your eyes from the pure pleasure of how hard and good rafe is fucking you.

“you close baby?” he coos out, a smirk gracing his features, seeing just how fucked out and lost in his cock you are.

“yeah.” you nod rapidly. “real close.”

rafe somehow manages to move faster, cock pushing into you at a rapid pace while his thumb flicks aggressively over your clit until your high breaks, back arching off the bed as your cunt pulses around rafes cock, triggering his own orgasm as he buries himself to the hilt, cumming deep inside of you, wishing there wasn't the barrier of the condom so he could truly flood you.

rafe collapses forward against you, both breathing heavily. he pulls out carefully but doesn't move enough to discard his condom yet, letting his cock soften against your lower stomach.

“that was really good.” you admit shyly.

rafe smiles gently then kisses you, hands gently petting your sides, before moving down to your thighs, rubbing and making sure you're relaxed.

“i have to get back to sarah.” you say with a pout.

“shit, you're right.” rafe frowns, standing straight and pulling the condom off, tossing it in the trash before readjusting his underwear to cover himself.

“come here.” you reach your arms out, giving rafe another kiss before you do up your robe and stand with slightly wobbly legs.

“y/n.” rafe says, cupping your cheek before you head towards the door. “im serious about taking you out on a date.”

“i know.” you giggle softly, getting on your tiptoes to give him a final goodnight kiss before slipping away, thankful sarah is still fast asleep when you make it back inside her room.

--

“i lost it.” sarah whispers to you, a genuine smile on her face.

“oh my god!” you whisper-scream, noting the way several of the older people scattered around turn to look at you.

“with topper?” you question, tugging sarah away from the crowd.

“no.” she admits shyly. “with uh… with someone else.”

“girl, who?” you ask, finding a random empty room in the country club and stepping inside.

“i can't say-” 

“holy shit, is it john b?” your eyes widen and judging by sarahs reaction, you figured out the right person.

you knew about john b staying at tanneyhill, it's why you've been avoiding it lately and not seeing sarah as much. you didn't mind john b, but prefered to keep your distance, especially since ward was only looking after him because he had charges brought against him that ward was able to help out with.

“isn't he dangerous?”

“no.” she shakes her head quickly, a blush ghosting over her face as she smiles. “he's… the sweetest guy. and so funny.”

“but didn't he…” you trail off.

“oh, no.” she shakes her head rapidly again. “he's innocent. he was falsely accused, that's why dad took him in.”

“okay…” you shrug. “as long as you're happy girl, ill support you.”

“this is why you're my best friend.” sarah says, wrapping her arms around your shoulders, pulling you in for a tight hug. “thanks for helping me with everything. i felt so confident when we finally did it.”

“yeah, im gonna need details.” you giggle. you should tell sarah that you lost it to, but the excitement sparking in her eye makes you hesitate.

--

you frown as you walk into tanneyhill, looking around for sarah before you bump into rafe, literally, as you round a corner not hearing is footsteps and crash straight into him.

“shit.” rafe curses, hands coming to your shoulders, looking you up and down. “you okay?”

“mhm.” you nod. “i just don't know where sarah is. i texted her and she didn't respond and she's not here.”

“she's probably with that pogue.” rafe frowns, shaking his head slightly from side to side. “but now that you're here…” 

you can't help the smile that spreads over your cheeks. “what about that date you promised me on?” you question. you've slept with rafe several times since that first night, but whenever you made plans to go out, things got interrupted, either by ward or sarah.

“ill take you wherever you want to go, princess.” rafe slings his arm around your shoulder, leading you out towards the door. you didn't prepare for a date, but it's not like rafe hasn't seen practically every dress in your closet.

“how about just to dinner?” you loop your arm around his back, resting your hand on his waist. “i want you.”

rafe throws his head back in a laugh. “someone is needy.”

ever since you stopped also getting off with sarah since she got serious with john b, you've relied solely on rafe to fulfill your urges. 

it feels more natural than being with sarah, but at the same time more serious. you're thinking something could genuinely come out of your time with rafe, whereas you know sarah was only there for experimenting, for fun.

dinner goes by smoother than you could have imagined, rafe on his best behavior to impress you, taking extra care in doing every gentlemanly thing possible, whether it's opening doors for you or pulling out your chair, even going as far as to tell the waiter your order, already knowing your preferences and that you don't like talking to strangers.

by the time you get back to tanneyhill, you're giggly and anxious to get alone with rafe. what you don't expect is to see sarah standing there in the hallway, eyes wide as she sees the way rafe has you tucked against him.

“sarah, let me explain.” you say, but she turns away and runs to her room before you can get another word out.

“baby, just let her go-” rafe says, but you're already chasing after her.

“ill be back, promise!” you call as you dash up the stairs, managing to make it into sarahs room before she locks the door.

“seriously?” she shouts. “of all people, you sleep with my brother?”

“sarah…” you say cautiously, seeing how upset she is, how fast her chest is heaving up and down. “we just had our first date. it just… came out of nowhere. i really like him though. its not that different than you and john b.”

“dont bring him up right now.” she hisses out. “this is different! you were messing around with me and my brother?”

“no!” you lie. you know its wrong, but theres no way sarah would ever find out you were sleeping with both of them, and you want to preserve her feelings as much as you can. “this was our first date tonight. we haven’t done anything, but sarah-” you make sure shes looking at you, making eye contact. “we will. and you have to be okay with that, just like i was okay with you getting with john b.”

sarah lets out a deep sighs before nodding. “im sorry. you’re right. i just… i just liked having both of you. i know we were just experimenting, but it felt so good to be close to you like that.”

you move forward, wrapping your arms around her shoulders in a tight hug. “you’re always gonna have me, sarah. that’s what best friends are for.”

“i love you.” she says honestly. “youre a great friend, i was just… shocked.”

“its okay.” you say honestly. “hes your brother, we fooled around, youre allowed to be weirded out.”

“why don’t you take a few days? ill leave you be and you can just… adjust.” you know this won’t be the end of your friendship, youre too close, gone through too much.

“thank you.” sarah squeezes you back. “ill talk to you soon.”

“take your time.” you say, hesitating slightly before pressing a kiss against her lips. she may be with a guy now, and you may be with rafe, but that’ll never change what you’ve done. 

you turn to leave, to allow sarah to process her emotions in peace when she calls out to you. “y/n?” 

you turn back around to look, a soft smile on your face that quickly turns into a laugh as she says “can you and rafe just not be too loud? i dont need to hear you banging.”

--

“rafe?” you whisper, stepping into his room to see him sitting on the edge of the bed, head hung low. “hey, rafe.”

“please, just go.” rafe sighs, looking up at you. thats when you see the tears in his eyes, not yet running down his cheeks, but gathering there like dew drops on grass.

“its okay.” he waves his hand. “you’re leaving me, i get it. leaving for her just like everyone else does.”

“what?” you question, shutting the door behind you and locking it.

“im not leaving you. i came back because sarah is fine. im not gonna give up what we have.” you cross quickly to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him forward, allowing his face to press into your stomach.

rafe wraps his arms around your thighs, letting out a sigh of relief as he presses a kiss against your tummy, over the sweatshirt that you’re wearing that's actually his, given to you after the sun and temperature dropped.

“come here, please.” rafe tugs at your hand as you move to straddle him, sitting on his lap as rafes mouth finds yours, lips moving over yours softly, allowing you to relax into the sweet kiss and into his body, slumping against his chest.

“i want you.” you whisper against his lips. “i want you bare. no condom.”

“baby, your birth control doesn’t start yet-”

“i dont care. ill take a plan b in the morning. i want you inside me, please rafey.” 

rafe nods quickly, he’s certainly not going to argue when he’s been waiting so long to fill you up.

“whatever you want, baby.” he’s determined in that moment to give you absolutely everything you ask for, from this point on.

rafe moves, easily picking you up to lay you on your back on the bed. his mouth captures yours and doesn’t leave it as his hands move over your body, cupping your breasts, pressing against your waist, and then disappearing under your clothes.

he only breaks the kiss to allow your sweatshirt and shirt to be removed, pulling it over your head and tossing it away. as much as rafe longs to wrap his lips around your nipple, he keeps his mouth on yours and settles for his fingers and hands to toy with your chest.

rafe works his pants off and then yours, pressing his body down as your thighs spread, wrapping your legs around his waist as he grinds into you.

“i-i need you so bad baby.” rafe hates to admit that his cock is painfully hard, straining out to have you.

“you have me.” you whisper against his lips, tugging your underwear to the side as you pull his cock out. you don’t even care to undress any further, rubbing his cock through your folds before letting go when you line him up with your entrance. 

rafe pushes in slowly, carefully, like hes giving you a chance to change your mind. when you just let out a moan, he begins to speed up. despite his thrusts being fast and hard, theres a gentleness to it, an air of romance as he takes you.

his hands travel all over your body, like hes trying to memorize every inch of you with his palms. 

you’re thankful for rafes lips against yours, swallowing your moans as you think of sarah sitting in her room, processing her best friend sleeping with her brother. the best friend that she had her first sexual experience with, now on the verge of cumming thanks to rafes cock.

“close. are you sure you want me inside?” rafe asks. you nod quickly. “please, want you to fill me up.”

“you got it baby.” rafe grunts as he moves. you feel his cock swell inside of you and your eyes widen, not used to the feeling as his cum begins to pump into you, filling you to the brim as rafe moans above you.

“you okay?” rafe asks, his chest heaving, high still working through his body, but wanting to reassure you.

“yeah.” you lean up to kiss him. “so good.”

--

“what did you tell him?” sarah asks. 

rafe walks in with a smile on his face, but it quickly drops when john b steps through the other entrance.

“that we were going on a double date, i didn’t say with who.” you giggle. “what did you tell john b?”

“just to meet me here for dinner.” sarah shrugs. your boyfriend's don't have to get along, but they at least need to be decent enough to each other to not care when you and sarah hang out.

“oh shit.” you both stand quickly from your booths, making your way over to your respected partners.

“baby-” you warn him.

“fuck no.” he crosses his arms. “im not doing on a double date with my sister and that prick.”

“yes you are. because im asking you very nicely and ill give you head in the car on the way home.” you place your hands on his chest, a pleading look in your eye as your bottom lip sticks out.

“fine.” rafe grunts out. “but im not gonna pretend to be nice to him.”

the restaurant thankfully doesn't explode into a fight, but rafe and john b barely mutter a single word, which is fine by you and sarah as you spend the entire time gossiping before parting ways. you leave with rafe while she gets into the twinkie.

“thanks for being such a good boyfriend.” you say, bending over the center console to give rafe a kiss on the cheek. “now do you want me to suck you off in the parking lot, or while you drive us home?”

“while i drive so i can fuck you as soon as we're back.” rafe grunts out.

rafe cums twice down your throat in the drive back home, but he's still not satisfied as he drags you up to his room, not even allowing you to do anything other than give rose a quick wave in form of a greeting before rushing up the stairs.

“you're lucky i love you, i wanted to punch that fucking pogue in the face.” rafe grunts out as he starts tearing away your clothing. he notices you standing completely still and stops, wondering if he pushed things too far.

“you just said you love me.” 

rafe blinks, realizing that the words did slip. “of course i love you.”

you let out a loud whine before wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “you love me! my rafey baby has gone so soft, omg!”

“okay, you're being ridiculous and im trying to fuck you.” rafe rolls his eyes dramatically as you coo and pinch at his cheeks until he swats your hands away.

you allow rafe to push you back onto the bed as you stare up at him with a smile on your face. “hey.” you tap his cheek, slightly blushed red from embarrassment of letting the words slip. “i love you too.”

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[obxologies]

𝘉𝘪𝘨  𝘚𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘩 𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯

warnings: big sis/little sis (sorority sisters, ya nasty), wlw smut, tribbing/scissoring, dom!sarah, nipple play, slight cum play, finger sucking

requested?: no

author's note: college!au, sarah is 22 & reader is 19. i'm not extremely sober while writing this so if it's a bit messy...sorry lol.

Y/N held her towel wrapped tightly around her figure as she quickly walked back to her room. She pushed the door open and slipped inside before kicking it closed behind her. She walked over to her bed setting her shower caddy on her nightstand before reaching up to grab the clip out of her hair and placing it inside the caddy.

"What a pretty sight to see." A soft voice spoke making her jump and turn to see Sarah Cameron, her roommate and big sister she was paired with.

"Sorry, I didn't even notice you were in here." Y/N nervously chuckled. She attempted to tug her towel tighter around her and wrapped an arm around herself.

"No need to be shy." Sarah gave her a teasing smile. "It's your room, too." She said standing up from her bed and slowly walking over to her. Her lips quirked up when she saw Y/N take a deep breath and look away shyly.

"I should probably go change." Y/N looked up at her blushing a bit at Sarah's eyes scanning her figure.

"Just change here, silly." Sarah chuckled, shaking her head a little, but Y/N didn't move. She sighed and gently tugged her closer trailing her hand up her arm. She moved her hand to the towel, slipping her fingers in between the fabric and Y/N's soft skin, pulling the piece of fabric that was tucked in out and let the towel drop to the floor leaving her full exposed.

"Sarah." Y/N gasped.

"You don't have to be shy, sweet girl." Sarah gently caressed her cheek. "I've seen the way you look at me. I want it, too." She said leaning in and connecting their lips.

Shocked, Y/N stiffened, her eyes widening, but she slowly melted into the kiss. Her eyes fell shut and Sarah's hands gripped her waist, guiding her to lay back on her bed.

Sarah marveled at the sight in front of her. Her eyes taking in every inch of Y/N's naked body as she unbuttoned her own denim shorts kicking them to the side before doing the same with her panties.

"Don't be nervous, baby." Sarah smiled sweetly. "I'm gonna make you feel so good." She said as she straddled her waist.

"I haven't-" Y/N whispered, shying away again. "I haven't done this with a girl before."

"Don't worry." Sarah leaned down. She grabbed her face and turned her attention back on her. "I've got you." She said kissing her deeply. Y/N leaned back against the pillow bringing Sarah with her.

"Shit." Y/N breathed heavily as Sarah began leaving sloppy kissing along her neck, occasionally nibbling at her skin. She sucked back in a breath as Sarah's hand found it's way between her legs.

"You're wet for me already?" Sarah teased her a bit, letting out at breathy laugh at the warm feeling of pussy. She brushed her thumb over her clit watching Y/N twitch at the feeling. "I've been wanting to fuck you for the longest time." Sarah admitted. "It's been torture having to walk around here watching you go on without a care, but I finally get to have you now and I'm gonna savor every fucking second." She pushed Y/N's leg up and positioned herself in between them.

"Sarah." Y/N whimpered as she slowly started grinding their wet pussies together. Her face scrunched in pleasure as she stared down at their dripping cunts rub together creating a mess on their thighs.

"Fuck, you're so hot like this." Sarah bit her lip. Her hips started grinding faster and she grabbed Y/N's legs wanting to feel her even more if it was possible. Sarah moved one of her hands to massage Y/N's tits, her fingers pinching at her nipples. "You feel so good against me, baby."

"Hm, so do you." Y/N whimpered making Sarah smirk down at her.

Sarah swore she could've cum right then and there with the sudden feeling of their clits rubbing against each other and the sight of Y/N about to falling below her. She repositioned her hips, gripping onto Y/N's thighs as she felt herself getting closer and closer to her climax.

"You close, pretty girl? You wanna cum for me?" Sarah asked looking down at her. Y/N nodded vigorously her hands reach up to grip the sides of her pillow. "So cum for, baby." Sarah said grinding deep into her. The sound of their cunts slapping into each other was soon drowned out by Y/N's high pitched moans quickly followed by Sarah's.

Y/N's legs twitched as she came down from the high and her breaths were heavy as she tried to catch up with them.

"Fuck." Y/N sighed looking down at Sarah who placed small kisses down her torso. She gasped and attempted to squeeze her legs together suddenly feeling Sarah's fingers trail up her sensitive cunt. Sarah stared up at her as she stuck her fingers in her mouth sucking them clean. Her eyes rolled back and she let out a muffled moan.

"You taste even better than I imagined." Sarah said. "I might have to have seconds later."

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[luversgirl]

MY OBX REC LIST, part six

( ☾ = angst, ☆ = head-canon, ❀ = fluff, ✧ = smut )

rafe cameron

— his guardian angel ❀ ☾ ( part two )

— can’t remember anything before you ❀

— modern romeo and juliet ❀

— inside of me ( woah. )

— please forgive me ☾

— meant to be ❀ ☾ ( so cute im dying )

— maple syrup ☾

— bested ( love love love this series )

— too much ☾ ( sobbing )

— letters to you ( i got letters who want to be my rafe?? 💌 )

— anything for his love ☾ ( part two 🫶 )

— no other heart ❀ ☾

— baby’s day out ✧

— patch you up ❀

— so we won’t forget ✧ ❀ ☾

— watermelon ✧

— cross faded ❀

— you’re on your own kid (best rafe series hands down)

— in this life or the next ❀ ☾

— smile (favourite rafe series istg!!!!)

— all you need ❀

— under the influence ✧

— demonstration ✧

jj maybank

— a reflection of him ❀

— endgame ( this series is just 🤌 )

— sweet dreams ✧

— phantom fights ❀

— i got you ☾ ( don’t mind me i’m just SOBBING )

— overheated ✧

— pornstar ❀ ( jj pls 💀 )

— all for us ☾ ✧ ( OH. MY. GOD )

— loving you ❀

— pocket of sunshine ✧

— a little less lonely ☾

— burnt pancakes ❀

— bereal ✧ (that’s crazyyyy)

— three seconds ☾ (part two)

— the one where jj finds out about your ex ❀

sarah cameron

— fast friends ✧

— meeting sarah’s family ☆ ❀

— play time ✧

— best friend ✧ ☾

— love & hate ☾

— wish you were a boy ☾ (too retable queen 😞)

— optimism ❀

— feels like magic ❀ ☾

— just relax ✧

— girlfriend or girl thats a friend ❀ ☾

— ur my best friend ☾ ✧

— firsts ✧

— comfort ❀

pope heyward

— clingy pope ❀ (💥💳💥💳💥 )

— in love with my best friend ☾ ❀

— drive in ❀

— drabble ❀ (i wish 😩)

— lost my whole appetite ❀

— who’s in charge now? ☾

— pumpkin guts ❀ (so cute!!!!!)

— secret game ❀

barry

— headcanons ❀

— drabble ✧ (YES, tummy and thick thigh girlies stand up!!)

— lazy morning loving ✧ (love!!!!)

— forgot you not ☾

— rafebarry (live, love, laugh, rafebarry)

— drabble ✧

— nicknames ❀

john b routledge

— snow on the beach ❀

— distractions ✧

— beg for forgiveness ☾

— older ❀

— i wanted to do it first ☾ ( dang dawg )

kiara carrera

— shower time ✧

— detention ❀

— just the three of us ✧

— unspoken desires ❀ ☾

authors note ! happy valentines day lovies! here is a valentines day gift from me too all of you, enjoy! <3

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[moremaybank]

UR BEST FRIEND — s.c

pairing sarah cameron x fem!reader

summary sarah's dating john b, but also happens to be in love with you; john b's best friend. (based on the song "ur best friend" by kiana ledé feat. kehlani)

warnings oral sex (fem. receiving), fingering, choking, spitting, scissoring, language, cheating (sarah on john b — oops), kinda toxic and a lil angsty with a fluffy ending

author's note the "ur" is intentional! song linked here ♡︎ please listen to it, it's one of my faves of all time and you def won't regret it

sarah masterlist

we ain’t felt like us in a minute

whole damn time i knew i shouldn’t have did it

might’ve got too excited, i’ll admit it

almost called your name when he was in it

Sarah finds that she can’t cum unless she pictures that it’s you who’s making her do so. It’s not like the sex with John B is bad. It isn’t. It’s a shame what she’s doing to him, convincing him that she’s head over heels and insatiable when it comes to the love and touches he provides her with as if she doesn’t feel those very things for his best friend. But she can’t bear to hurt him. She cares about him deeply, and there is a connection there. 

Still, ever since you came around and intertwined your life with hers deeper than she’s ever imagined, she’s been missing that spark with her boyfriend. The spark that makes her knees weak and makes her stomach do flips. The spark that ignites a flutter in her core, that makes her soak through her panties in anticipation of the pleasure that will soon fill every molecule of her being. 

The spark that only lights because of you.

She opens her eyes, and she’s almost disappointed when her eyes land on John B’s and not yours. Your soft skin isn’t pressing against hers. Your kiss-swollen lips aren’t the ones melting into her own like silk. The moans of ecstasy aren’t emitting from your sweet mouth. 

All Sarah wants is you, and she has you. But not right now, and not in the way she truly longs for.

ooh, it’s wrong, but you make me feel right

textin’ your phone while right beside him

wish it was anyone besides him

It’s date night for Sarah and John B, the two of them on the couch in the chateau as they watch a movie. 

Sarah scrolls mindlessly through her phone, her feet propped on John B’s lap while he dozes off. The main characters in the movie are slowly becoming intimate, their kisses growing deeper and sloppier as they begin to remove each other’s clothing and profess their love in a toe-curling fashion. 

Sarah’s thighs squeeze together as she tries to quell the ache but also provide a small sense of friction to her throbbing clit. She’s crazy. John B’s right there. She could take care of things right now, and find her release with the help of her boyfriend. But she isn’t thinking about him.

She’s thinking about you.

She whips out her phone once more, opening her messages and clicking on your shared chat.

i miss you :(( please tell me you get off work soon

Her eyes flit up to the top left corner of her screen, noticing that the time is now nine o’clock on the dot. Once her eyes return to your messages, she sees that you’re typing. Anticipation and excitement roll through her as she awaits your response. 

just finished baby. meet me at mine in a half hour?

Sarah grins as she types out her response.

you can bet on it <3

i was with my man last night

and i just realized what i felt that night wasn’t wrong

thought about you in the whole car ride, like

i hate that you ain’t your best friend (x2)

“God, I missed you,” you mumble against Sarah’s wet lips. 

The minute she stepped inside your house, you pulled her in for a kiss and wouldn’t dare let her go until you got a little fill of what you’d been waiting all day for. Then, before you both knew it, you were piled into your shower with your naked bodies pressed together as one.

Your lips trail down her neck as your hands move to massage her breasts. You pinch her nipples and she sighs as she leans against the wall. Her back arches and she pushes herself further into your hold. 

“I missed you more. Haven’t even gotten off properly since the last time I was with you.”

“Yeah?” You ask, leaving more open-mouthed kisses on her skin while you slowly sink to your knees. “I can fix that for you if you’d like.”

She nods, her eyes screwing shut when she feels your thumb swipe over her clit ever so lightly. “Yes. Yes, please.”

You grin, “So pretty when you beg for me, baby.”

Your hand hooks under the back of her knee and you pull her leg over your shoulder, opening her core up to you. Your hands then move to cup her ass, and you force her cunt onto your tongue. Her hips buck when your tongue graces through her folds, licking and sucking at anywhere you can reach. You flick stripes onto her, taking your time and teasing her as you ghost around her most sensitive bud. You can taste her arousal as it seeps out of her more and more, and you savour it as if you’ll never get another chance to do so. 

“You taste so good,” you murmur. You slip a finger into her slowly, pulling back to watch her face contort in pleasure. “You’re so tight too. Barely giving my finger a chance to move, baby.”  

Returning your mouth to her, you trace the outline of her clit and feel her buck her hips into you when you start to suck on it. You pull away to speak as you add another finger. They hook up into her g-spot, curling and probing it as your eyes lock with hers.

“That’s it. Ride my face. Use me just how you like,” you encourage, sticking your tongue back out for her use. Her hands slip into your hair as she obeys you, holding your head in place and riding your tongue with need.

Her moans grow louder, and you shake your head back and forth when her motions falter, helping her reach her high. Your face is practically buried in her when you flick her clit just right and press the special spot inside her simultaneously, causing her to fall apart. She releases your head, twisting and pulling at her nipples as she rides out her orgasm. She shivers, nearly losing her balance if it weren’t for your hold on her. 

“I love watching you cum,” you speak, slowly slipping your cum-coated fingers out of her hole and rising back onto your feet. Your other hand grabs her face as you push your fingers into her mouth, letting her taste herself. “You look so pretty, like an angel.”

hey, he had the courage to step up ‘n pull up

six speed like

puttin’ so much work, just to make it work

and he’s almost perfect, and that’s why it hurts

and he calls me family, that’s what make it worse

You’d harboured feelings for Sarah long before she was even on John B’s radar. Truthfully, you didn’t think she would ever be into you, and so you never made a move. But the guilt bubbled inside you so powerfully whenever you saw the two of them together. It also didn’t help that he’d come to you for everything, especially when he was in dire need of help. You suffered through hearing about their first date, the first time they slept together, and everything in between. 

You envied him. If only you’d had the courage the way he did, maybe you’d be in his position. Getting to call Sarah yours in public. Kissing the life out of her whenever you saw her, no matter who was around or watching. Being the only one who got to touch her and make her cum in the heavenly way she did so. 

It isn’t fair. Lusting and pining after your best friend’s girlfriend. John B’s always been there for you, without fail, and he’s one of the most important people in your life. But you can’t help your feelings, they’re uncontrollable. And though you wanted Sarah first, you couldn’t just turn off what you felt for her in the blink of an eye.

“You good?” Kie asks as you watch John B pull Sarah into his hold, seeing the two of them giggle and beam at each other. 

“Yeah, ‘m fine. Why?”

“Maybe because you’re giving John B and Sarah the death stare.”

Your head snaps away, your eyes finding Kie’s immediately as you try to play it off.

“Nah, it’s not…it’s not like that. I just zoned out. I got a lot going on.”

“Whatever you say,” she hums, taking a swig of her beer.

Your eyes move back onto the couple for a few seconds, and Sarah happens to catch your eye. She gives you a saddened look, mouthing an I’m sorry to you form across the way. You nod in response, giving her a half-hearted smile before getting up to get another drink. 

There was no way you could stomach the sight of them sober.

it’s wrong but i make you feel right

you textin’ my phone while right beside him

wish it was anyone besides him

“Oh my god, yes!” Sarah exclaims. “Please don’t stop. Please.”

You continue rolling your hips, rutting your clit against Sarah’s as you ride her pussy. You’re clutching onto her left leg, adorning the skin of her calf and knee with kisses. Her pleas rile you up further, and your left hand grabs her by the throat. 

“Open wide for me,” you command with a stern voice, squeezing your hand slightly. 

Sarah listens, always one to follow your orders. Her tongue sticks out as she stretches her mouth open for you. You lean down, spitting into it and letting your grip on her tighten as you ride her harder. 

“Now swallow.”

Sarah does as you say, showing you the proof when her mouth opens up to you again.

“Such a good slut for me, hm? You’d let me do anything I wanted, wouldn’t you?” Your fingers stuff into her mouth, nearly gagging her as you begin to swivel your hips in a circle and throw your head back as the pit in your core tightens. It starts to build, tighter and tighter as you’re on the brink of your release. “Shit, I’m gonna cum.”

You retract your fingers from her mouth and they find purchase in her hair as you pull her head up to your chest. Sarah sticks out her tongue, slithering it against one of your nipples as her eyes lock on yours. Her hot breath against your flesh makes you shiver as it breezes over your wet bud. You cry out when you cum with Sarah right behind you as her head falls back against her pillow. 

“Yes, fuck!” 

You nearly collapse on top of her, your lips finding hers and capturing them in a greedy kiss. You lick into her mouth, tasting her as your chest heaves. When you pull away, her eyes are dancing with mischief.

“Wanna go again?” 

Before you can respond, her phone dings, notifying you both that someone has texted her. The hand she has on your hip squeezes it in comfort as she reaches over and grabs it. Her smile fades, and your brow raises.

“Who is it?”

She gulps, “It’s John B. He…He needs me. Something went down between him and JJ.”

“Right, yeah,” you say, climbing off of her slowly. “I’ll just go then.”

“Y/N,” she speaks, her voice in a pleading tone. “You know that’s not what I want. But he’s my boyfriend. I’m supposed to be there for him.”

“Yeah, I know. I don’t need you to remind me that you aren’t mine.” The bitterness seeps from your voice as you get dressed. “I’m just getting tired of being your secret.”

“Y/N, please. I’ll tell him. You just gotta give me time.”

“I have given you time! It’s been months, Sarah. And I know it isn’t easy for you, but, fuck, it’s not easy for me either. He’s my best friend.” Your movements come to a stop, and you find her eyes. “Maybe…maybe we should just end this. We both know that you won’t walk away from him, and I’m not gonna stick around and get hurt by you even more than I already have.”

Pain flashes across Sarah’s face and she gets out of bed. Her hands find your face when she reaches you, urging you to look at her again. 

“Don’t. Don’t leave me.” 

She pulls you in for a kiss, soft and head-spinning as her lips brush against yours. You try to resist, but you can’t help it. You melt into her and grant her access when her tongue swipes against your bottom lip.

You’re stuck. You’re in deep. Too deep.

you was with your man last night

and you just realized what you felt that night wasn’t wrong

thought me on your whole car ride, like

i hate that you ain’t your best friend (x2)

The drive home from Sarah’s is a mopey one. Void by The Neighbourhood buzzes through the speakers of your car, contributing to your sulking. Part of you wonders if she feels the same way you do. Far past hurt because you can’t be together. Envious when she sees someone else’s hands on you at a party, like she wants to rip them away from you and pull you into her own arms instead. Dying to kiss you when she catches your eye in public. 

Part of you thinks that she’s just into you for the sex. That the reason she won’t leave John B is because she’s getting the best of both worlds. A relationship with someone who dotes on you without ever wavering, and great, passionate sex with someone she considers to be her current fixation.

But you can’t be more wrong.

Meanwhile, on Sarah’s ride over to John B’s, all she can think about is ending things with him. It’s horrible timing, but the longer she waits, the worse it becomes. She’s hurting badly. She wants to be with you. More than she’s ever wanted anything in her life. The way she loves you is tearing her up inside because she’ll never be able to truly bare her soul to you if she’s still in her relationship.

Another thing weighing on her mind is how close she came to losing you today. Hearing how wounded you were by the fact that she didn’t really and truly belong to you, that you’re constantly forced to watch the girl you love with your best friend. She’s always so wrapped up in her guilt toward John B that she failed to notice that the guilt and pain were taking its toll on you too.

So she has to buck up. If she doesn’t, then she’ll lose you for good.

i always knew from the beginning

the whole damn time, it’s you that i was feelin’ 

seems like things are better when forbidden 

and that’s why i hate that

i hate that you ain’t your best friend

The next day, you’re still in a grumpy mood. You showered last night upon coming home, and you’ve been glued to your bed ever since. You roll your eyes as Jenny from Gossip Girl whines to her father Rufus about quitting school, and suddenly, you hear a knock on your front door. You let out a groan, dramatically rolling out of bed and making your way down to tell whoever’s choosing to bother you right now to fuck off. But when you open the door, you come face to face with the girl you love.

There she is, standing in the pouring rain, her clothes wholly drenched and her hair sticking to the sides of her face. 

“Sarah? Come inside, you’re going to get pneumonia,” you say. Your fingers circle her wrist and you tug her into your warm home. Your hands rub her arms up and down as you try to warm her up. You can practically hear her teeth chattering as her cold body trembles. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“I needed to talk to you,” she murmurs.

“And you couldn’t have called me? The roads are crazy, and this storm is supposed to be the worst one of the year.”

“I love you.”

Sarah blurts it out so fast that you think you’re dreaming. 

“I— What?”

She tucks a wet clump of strands behind her ear, before grabbing both of your hands into hers. Her thumbs run over your knuckles as she searches for the courage to look at you again.

“You’re the reason I was with John B in the first place. I…I wanted to be close to you, anyway I could, because I thought that you were never going to make your move. You could never say how you felt about me, and then John B did, and I figured…this would be the only way to stay close to you. But I love you, Y/N. Not him.” 

Your eyes are welling with tears, and you smile. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she confirms, her own lips curling up as she watches your eyes sparkle. “It was never him. It was always you.”

You use your intertwined hands to pull her closer. “You better kiss me, then.”

And she does.

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[peavhyshy]

𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 (oneshot)

Pairing: Sarah Cameron x Reader

Summary: In which you and Sarah share a secret kiss while hanging out alone in your room, complicating both of your relationships with John B.

Warnings: sarah cheats on john b with reader, explicit language, fluff, smut, secret relationship, friends to lovers, this set after ward blew himself up, emotional hurt/comfort, fluff, fingering, oral sex, grinding/tribbing, nipple play

Words: 2,617 

a/n: guys is it bad to sleep with your best friend when your boyfriend is being a douche and didn't comfort you after you watched your dad die? but seriously there needs to be more sarah fics on here, y'all sleeping on her

((not proofread because i'm lazy and rereading stuff I write makes me cringe for some reason))

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The sun had just set over OBX, casting an orange glow across the sandy beaches. Inside the your families beach house, Sarah lay sprawled across your bed, half-watching some cheesy rom-com on the little TV in your room.

"Ugh, I can't watch this anymore," Sarah groaned, grabbing the remote and flicking through channels aimlessly. She was grateful for you trying to cheer her up after the traumatic events of the past few days, but she just wasn't in the mood for happy endings right now.

You glanced over from where you sat braiding friendship bracelets on the floor. "Yeah, I'm not really feeling it either," you said with a sympathetic smile. You tied off the bracelet and scooted up onto the bed next to Sarah.

Sarah clicked off the TV and flopped back onto the pile of pillows with a dramatic sigh. "I just keep replaying it all in my head, you know? Like maybe if I had done something differently…" Her voice trailed off as she stared up at the ceiling fan swirling above you guys.

You reached over and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "It's not your fault, Sarah. There's nothing you could have done."

Sarah turned her head to look at you, her brown eyes glistening. In the soft glow of the bedside lamp, You looked so beautiful and comforting that Sarah suddenly felt the urge to kiss you. Before she could talk herself out of it, she leaned in and pressed her lips to yours.

Your eyes went wide in surprise before slowly closing as you kissed Sarah back tentatively. After a few seconds, you broke apart, blushing wildly.

"Um, wow," you breathed, biting your lip. "So that just happened."

Sarah let out a nervous laugh. "Yeah, sorry, I guess I'm just feeling extra emotional and impulsive tonight. I've always thought you were really pretty though." She grinned sheepishly.

You laughed and playfully hit Sarah with a pillow. "Oh so that's how it is, huh? Taking advantage of me in my own bedroom?"

Sarah dramatically flipped her hair. "I mean, can you blame me? Have you seen this hair?"

You both dissolved into giggles, the tension instantly broken. No matter what else was going on in your lives, you always had each other. And maybe this was the beginning of something more.

“What about John B?” you asked, putting the bracelet on Sarah’s hand.

Sarah sighed, twisting the new bracelet around her wrist. "John B…I don't know. He's been so caught up in everything with his dad and the gold, it's like he doesn't even see me anymore. I miss how things used to be between us."

She looked up at you. "But then there's this…" she gestured between you guys. "This connection we have. I've never felt this way about another girl before."

You nodded, a worried crease forming between your brows. "I know what you mean. I care about John B, but I also care about you." you bit your lip. "Maybe we should keep this between us for now? At least until we figure things out.”

Sarah considered it for a moment then nodded slowly. “Yeah, you’re probably right. No need to complicate things even more.” She linked her pinky with yours. “This can be our little secret.”

You smiled, hooking your pinky with Sarah’s. “Our secret,” you repeated.

Sarah leaned in conspiratorially. “So should we pick up where we left off before we were so rudely interrupted by your question?” you teased.

You giggled and closed the distance once more, your lips meeting in a soft, tentative kiss.

Sarah lifts your shirt over your head, exposing your bare chest. She runs her hands up your sides, caressing your soft skin as she kisses down your neck. You let out a soft gasp, tangling your fingers in Sarah's blonde hair.

"Sarah…" you breathe out, your heart pounding as Sarah's hands continue to explore your body. You feel a growing heat between your legs, this new intimacy with Sarah awakening desires you never knew you had. Sarah kisses lower, trailing her lips down your collarbone, then takes a hard nipple into her mouth. You moan, arching your back off the bed at the sensation.

Sarah lifts her head to look into your eyes, her own darkened with lust. She reaches behind you to unclasp your bra, then tosses it aside. Sarah sits back on her knees to admire your naked form, a smirk playing on her kiss-swollen lips.

"You're so fucking beautiful," she says throatily before leaning down to capture your lips once more. As your tongues meet, Sarah reaches down to undo the button on your shorts, her hand slipping beneath the waistband. You gasp into Sarah's mouth at the intimate touch, your hips bucking involuntarily. You never felt more alive than in this moment with Sarah, every nerve-ending tingling with anticipation.

Sarah's fingers dip lower, finding slick heat that makes you cry out. She strokes slowly at first, learning what makes you whimper and moan.

As Sarah's fingers work between your legs, you feel pleasure building within your core. Your breathing comes faster, soft moans escaping with each circular stroke of Sarah's fingers over your slick, swollen clit. Your hips rock uncontrollably, pushing yourself against Sarah's hand as your arousal grows.

Sarah watches your face, taking in every flutter of your eyelids, every gasp and whimper. She slides two fingers lower, teasing your entrance before pushing them inside. You cry out at the penetration, panting Sarah's name over and over. Sarah thrusts her fingers slowly at first, then faster as your inner walls clench tight around them.

The coil of tension in your belly winds tighter and tighter until suddenly it snaps, your orgasm crashing over you in waves of euphoria. Your back arches off the bed, a string of curses and Sarah's name on your lips as you come undone.

Sarah pulls back slightly to look into your eyes, her own bright with exhilaration and desire. She runs her fingers through your tousled hair and grins, trailing her hand down your body. She slips her fingers beneath the waistband of your shorts again, raising an eyebrow in question.

You bit your lip and nodded, lifting your hips so Sarah can slide your shorts and underwear off. Sarah tosses them aside, then settles between your parted thighs, kissing a path up your inner leg. You shiver in anticipation, propping yourself up on your elbows to watch. When Sarah's mouth finally finds your pussy, you gasp, your head falling back against the pillows.

Sarah hums in satisfaction at your reaction, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure through you. She uses her tongue to explore your slick folds, quickly finding the sensitive bundle of nerves that makes you cry out and clutch at the sheets. Sarah focuses her attention there, alternating between broad laps of her tongue and tight circles around your clit.

Your soon panting and writhing beneath her. "Oh god, Sarah…feels so good…" you moan. The coil of tension winds tight once more until you shatter again with a sharp cry, your thighs clamping around Sarah's head as you come. Sarah works you through it with soft licks, not stopping until you go limp with satisfaction.

Your moans fill the room as straddles you and slips off her underwear, your bodies coming together in a tantalizing display of desire. The slickness of your wetness creates friction that sends shivers of pleasure through both of you. Sarah's core radiates heat, igniting a fire within you that can't be quenched.

Your hands greedily explore Sarah's sides, eager to feel every inch of her. You grab onto Sarah's ass, pulling her closer, urging her to grind harder against your throbbing clit. Sarah leans down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that leaves you both breathless. Your tongues dance and entwine, a passionate tango of desire. The taste of your shared arousal fill your mouths, fueling your hunger for each other.

Your hips move in perfect harmony, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge. Sarah's grinding against your clit, your clits rubbing together in a rhythm that drives you both wild. The wetness between your legs acts as a lubricant, allowing your movements to become even more intense, more intimate.

You arch your back, offering your breasts to Sarah's hungry mouth. Sarah eagerly takes the invitation, capturing a nipple between her lips, sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh. The sensation shoots electric sparks of pleasure straight to your core.

With one final, powerful thrust, Sarah's body shudders with pleasure. She cries out, her climax washing over her in a wave of bliss that crashes through her entire being. Her walls clench around nothing but the air, her core pulsating with every release.

Your own release follows closely behind, your body convulsing in waves of pleasure. The intense sensations ripple through you, causing you to grip onto Sarah tightly, your bodies pressed together in an intimate embrace. You both ride out the waves of your orgasms together, matching each other's moans and gasps.

When you finally break apart your both are flushed and beaming. Sarah's fingers gently stroke your face as you kiss languidly, softly.

"Was that okay?" Sarah asks after a moment, suddenly shy.

You smile, pulling Sarah down for another lingering kiss. "More than okay," you assure her. Sarah grins, nuzzling into your neck.

Sarah smiles contentedly and lays her head on on your chest, listening to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat as it returns to normal. She feels a sense of peace and belonging that she hasn't felt in a long time. Here with you, away from the chaos and tragedy of the outside world, Sarah can simply be. No expectations, no pretending - just two souls connecting on the most intimate level.

Sarah traces lazy circles on your bare stomach as you lay entwined. She thinks about how rapidly her feelings have shifted - from seeing you only as a friend, to suddenly being unable to resist her. It feels natural though, not scary or confusing like her past crushes on boys. With you it just feels…right.

Eventually your lips find each other again, the kisses growing heated once more. You roll yourselves over so you're the one on top, straddling Sarah's hips. You look down at Sarah with hungry eyes as you slowly grind against her. Sarah gasps at the delicious friction, gripping your hips.

"Now it's my turn," you say in a low voice that sends a jolt of arousal straight between Sarah's legs. You reach down and tugs at the hem of Sarah's shirt. "Take this off."

Sarah complies, pulling her shirt up over her head and tossing it aside. You make quick work of her bra too until Sarah is laid bare before her. Your admiring gaze roams over Sarah's body, making her shiver with anticipation, you capture one of Sarah's nipples between your lips.

Sarah cries out, arching up into your warm mouth. As you lavishes attention on her breasts, Sarah is reduced to a writhing, moaning mess beneath your ministrations. This is even better than she imagined as she lets you take full control. 

You kiss your way down Sarah's trembling body until your mouth replaces your fingers between Sarah's legs. Sarah closes her eyes, crying out your name as a slick tongue explores her slick folds. She reaches down to tangle her fingers in your hair, urgent moans spilling from her lips.

"Y/N, I'm close…" she pants out. The coil of tension winding tighter and tighter within her finally snaps as she comes undone under your tongue.

You take Sarah into your arms. You exchange soft, languid kisses as Sarah catches her breath.

"Wow…" is all Sarah can say, still reeling.

You grin, kissing the tip of her nose. "I'd say we're pretty good at this secret relationship thing so far."

Sarah laughs. "I'd say so too. But we should probably keep practicing, just to be sure." She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

You smirk, pulling Sarah in for another deep kiss. "I like the way you think."

Your lips meet again, both of you giddy with the exciting newness of exploring each other. For now, you’re content to stay lost in your little bubble of bliss, putting your troubles aside for a stolen moment of passion and release.

Sarah sighs contentedly, her body still tingling from her intimacy with you. She strokes your hair softly as you lie tangled together on the bed.

After a few peaceful moments, Sarah props herself up on one elbow to look down at you. "Not that I want this to end, but won't your parents be back soon?" she asks.

You glance at the clock on your nightstand and grimaces. "Yeah, probably. As much as I'd love to keep going…" You trail a hand suggestively down Sarah's side.

Sarah shivers at your touch. "Later," she promises with a grin. She gives you one last lingering kiss before reluctantly climbing off the bed to gather her scattered clothes.

As Sarah gets dressed, you sit up and wrap the blanket around yourself. You watch Sarah wistfully, not quite ready to burst this intimate bubble you’ve created. But the approaching sound of a boat motor outside makes the decision for you.

"Coming?" Sarah asks from the bedroom doorway, now fully dressed. Her cheeks are still flushed, lips swollen from kisses.

You sigh. "Yeah, be right there." As Sarah disappears down the hall, you take a moment to collect yourself. You press her fingers to your lips, Sarah's taste still lingering. Your heart flutters thinking about what just transpired between you too.

With a giddy smile, you get up to get dressed. You rejoin Sarah in the living room just as the front door opens and your parents walk in, loaded down with gear from their fishing trip. If they notice your matching blushes and shy glances, they don't say anything.

"Are you staying for dinner, Sarah?" your mom asks as she heads for the kitchen. "I'll throw some fish on the grill."

Sarah catches your eye, an impish look on her face. "I'd love to," she says sweetly. Under the table, she squeezes your hand, your secret.

The you too sat close together on the worn couch in your living room after dinner, shoulders touching. Your parents had retreated outside to the back deck, giving you some privacy. Sarah turned to you, looking into your eyes. She still couldn't believe what had transpired between you too earlier that evening.

"So…that happened," Sarah said with a small smile, cheeks flushing pink.

You nodded, biting your lip. You reached over and gave Sarah's hand a gentle squeeze. "It did. And as crazy as it sounds, it felt…right."

Sarah let out a soft laugh, interlacing your fingers. "I know, I feel the same way! I mean, I never expected this, but being with you just feels so natural."

She glanced down bashfully. "I know things with John B are complicated right now. But he's been pulling away, and you've been there for me. You make me feel safe and happy even during the worst moments."

You lifted Sarah's hand to your lips, kissing it softly. "You deserve to feel safe and happy, Sarah. I'll always be here for you, no matter what happens with John B. And if this-" you gestured between you too "-is something you want to explore, I'm open to it."

Sarah's heart swelled with affection. She leaned in and captured your lips in a sweet, lingering kiss.

"Then let's explore," she murmured against your mouth. You smiled into the kiss, twining your arms around Sarah's neck to pull her closer. 

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[rafesmuse]

could you do Florida Kilos with Sarah Cameron please thank you so much!!!! (btw i love your work💗)

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[infernalodie]

hello! could we maybe get some more sarah cameron where the reader is a bit of a hardass, but has a soft spot for sarah — and maybe jj & kiara? the reader is pope’s older brother, so he’s always on pope’s ass for something he did or whatever 🤷. reader is always getting into it with john b because (you can make up whatever) so he steers clear of him, but has to hang out with him during the pogue parties and whatnot. sarah sees the tension, so she’s a buffer and always know ways to calm the reader’s mind - even just glancing to the reader would subdue him for now.

been loving the writing! hope you’re doing alright and staying safe!

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 || 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐡 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

"𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐'𝘮 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯' 𝘪𝘵, 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯' 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘐'𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯' 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯' 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘳"

Inspo: Russ - ALL TO YOU Keshi - UNDERSTAND

Pairing: Sarah Cameron x Black!Male!reader

Summary: She completed your character...

Warnings: Angst, Haphephobia, fluff, soft smut, bot!reader, top!Sarah Cameron, praise kink, and some fluff.

Words: 5311

DNI IF YOU'RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

When Sarah first saw you, she knew that you weren’t like the Pogues at all.

Being the big brother to Pope, you picked up the slack where he fumbled. It had begun to almost become a job for you whenever they showed up at the shop. Scooping Pope up from doing his chores, leaving you yelling and threatening your brother of the consequences.

“Oh, I hope to God that you aren’t about to leave all this shit to me and Dad!” You followed your brother down the dock, hot on your little brother’s heels. Able to spot the HMS Pogue at the end with the same group all occupying the vessel. “Show some damn respect and turn to me when I’m talking to you!

“I promise you I’ll pick up your chores next week,” Pope promised half-heartedly over his shoulder. “There’s this thing going on in Figure Eight. I need to go-”

Before he could continue or step onto the boat, Pope’s arm was grasped and he was yanked away. Forcefully turned to face you and he could finally see the annoyance written on your expression. But to be fair, when weren’t you angry at him? There seemed to be always something for you to be pissed about when it related to him. And having to be put under it since his return home wasn’t exactly the “welcome home” surprise he thought he would get.

“You think I give a shit about what is going on over there?” You barked. “You threw away your scholarship for doing this shit.” You slapped his chest harshly, eliciting a grunt from the young man, rubbing the spot tenderly. “So, you can earn your keep by doing what is asked of you. First: clean this dock.”

Pope pursed his lips. “I have to go-”

Once again, you interrupted him, but you didn’t speak. Grabbing his collar was enough to send the message for him to shut up. But it made the occupiers of the boat finally step in. “Yo, Y/n! Hey, man. You want a sip?” JJ lifted a beer, wiggling it in his grasp as if it would hypnotize you and force you to just forget what made you angry in the first place.

Sparing a glance, you looked back at your brother and let him go. Step toward the blonde and grab the drink and twist the cap off with the assistance of your calloused palms. “What are you guys doing down there anyway? You know people are still pissy about what happened.”

When they got back, they were welcomed back with open arms for discovering the mystery of the treasure. But Kooks still looked down on them and were even jealous. So, your brother's protection was priority number 1. Behind him was him earning his room back after leaving OBX and going missing for so long.

“But when has that ever stopped us?” Kiara questioned, smiling up at you from her spot beside JJ. “I mean, you know us. When have we ever listened to what’s in our best interest?”

You snickered, glancing between the pair. Noticing their interlocked hands. Glancing amongst the other teens, you took notice of Pope’s girlfriend, Kleo. Sweet girl. One that could keep Pope in line when you weren’t there to it yourself. Then Sarah Cameron, who hadn’t removed her eyes from you since she saw you. And you couldn’t quite decipher if she was judging you or something else.

Back when you were their age, you had your own run-ins with the Camerons. Rafe was primarily being a pain in your ass, but Ward was as much of an asshole as his deluded son. So, some part of you had been skeptical when Sarah joined the Pogues. Yet, you knew she was just as responsible as the two other girls.

Then there was John B. A thorn in your side since Pope met him. Pulling each member into problems they didn’t need to get into. The treasure, the mystery of Big John somehow being alive, Ward Cameron–There were too many reasons for you to hate him. And you weren’t afraid of letting it be known to everyone.

For two Pogues from the Cut to hate each other was a very rare occurrence. Rarely did people go to parties and end up witnessing two kids from around the same neighbourhood seeking to kill each other. But for you and John B, there was bad blood. Too much to even keep count.

“John B.”

“Y/n.”

You sipped your drink, staring at the boy. You allowed the tension to build, swallowing the liquid with a hum, and smacking your lips. “I’m guessing you’re pulling them all into this one?”

He forced a smile, leaning against the helm with a smug look on his face as he waved his hand. “They all came willingly,” he countered. “I don’t need to strong-arm them like you do with Pope.”

A deep chuckle fell from your lips as you stared down at your drink. Pope wanted to speak up. He wanted to de-escalate the situation from becoming a full-out brawl that would enable his father to step out and break it up. But he knew better than to step in your path when it came to this rivalry you had with John B. Everyone knew that.

Sniffling softly, you looked up at the boy for a long moment before you tossed the glass bottle at him. It caused everyone to sigh, stepping out of the path with Sarah glancing around in confusion. The looks on their faces; annoyance. It seemed like they knew the drill when it came to something like this except for her.

Sure, she knew had heard faint conversations relating to your existence. You were a hothead. Quick to jump the gun if your mind wasn’t fixated on something. It resulted in you getting expelled from school and being sent to juvie for 7 months. But from what Kiara told her, it just seemed to make your outbursts more regular than normal.

But her cluelessness and lack of just letting two guys fight it out showed when John B grabbed the bottle and pulled his arm back, making her jump up into action. “John B, stop!” But before she could restrict his arm, he whipped it at you. You raised your arm, the bottle coincidentally hitting your watch, causing the bottle to shatter. Glass shards delving deep into your coffee bean-toned skin. Sarah stared at the injuries in shock, face twisting in anger as she turned her eyes toward John B. “What the fuck, John B?”

Despite the injuries and the faint pinch of pain, you growled in annoyance. “Well, I’ll tell you what, JB.” You scanned your arm, plucking the tiny shards from your skin, plucking them out with a grunt. “I’m surprised your Dad didn’t teach you how to fight before he died. Raised a real brat.”

That was enough for John B to finally move from the helm. Damn near launching himself off the boat at you. But Sarah and JJ were quick to stop him, restraining him and pulling back.

Whenever it came to either you or John B, insults were almost limitless. He insulted your inability to get into the military because of your mental issues. And you weren’t afraid to mention that maybe his mother, who abandoned him, would’ve done better than his pitiful excuse of a father. Usually, a group of guys could joke like that and know there wasn’t anything malicious. But John B had enough reasons to hate you and you felt the same for him. There wasn’t any room for respect to be held for you two.

And everyone in the group was used to it now. From the countless bickering matches to the fist fights that have occurred. They genuinely had lost all hope of stopping either of you. Sarah, this being her first time experiencing it, was so lost and bewildered by such childish emotions.

Clearing your voice, you glanced at her for a moment. It had only been a moment. But it felt a whole lot longer than that. She could see the e/c in your eyes that glowed brightly under the warm glow of the sun. The faint bristles of facial hair rose from your jaw and a scar that ran over the right side of your top and bottom lip. It was narrow like a blade had glided over the plump mounds. It suited you.

“Sarah, can I talk to you for a moment?” Her being called upon made her blink a few times. Shaking from her daze, glancing at Kiara who understood and took her place in holding John B back. Whispering hushed words in an attempt to calm her friend down.

Hopping off the boat, she walked to where you stood by your brother, hands on your hips. It broadened your shoulders and made you stand taller and wider in the stance. “I need you to keep an eye on this little shit, alright-”

“I’m not a child, man!” Pope whined, slapping your finger that was pressed to his forehead.

“Bullshit!” You laughed. “I’m not letting you go missing again. In return, I’ll take up your offer. All my chores are yours next week. I don’t care if pissy pants over there needs you, you do my shit. Or your ass is 6 feet underneath.” Pope pursed his lips, seeming to contemplate whether the decision was good. It made you flick his ear, making him yelp, groaning in pain. “Got it?”

“Yeah. Yeah, yeah.” Pope waved you off, stepping onto the HMS Pogue and taking his spot beside Kleo.

Which left you to look down at Sarah. “Keep him, Kiara, JJ, and Kleo out of trouble, alright? I don’t know if you are dating John B still, but I don’t trust him after everything,” you explained, huffing a breath with your hands finding their places on your hips.

Yet, through the simple request, she couldn’t help but think of your well-being. “Are you alright?” She motioned toward the wounds on your arm, slowly leaking droplets of blood that seeped through the cracks of your skin.

She attempted to reach out, fingertips just barely brushing against your skin before you recoiled. You clenched your jaw, Adam’s apple bobbing as you kept her gaze. “Just keep an eye on them, alright?” As you were about to make your way back to the shop, you stopped short and turned to her. Leaning down and whisper, “And it isn’t nice to stare, Sarah Cameron.”

And she wasn’t given a chance to respond or make up an excuse because you were already marching up the dock toward the shop. Likely to pick up the work Pope left for you.

That was the first encounter Sarah had with you. But as more time went by and the more the two of you interacted with one another, she learned more about what type of person you were. You were an easily aggravated person. In certain cases, she found it adorable. Especially when she scolded you, hearing you grumble in annoyance, but follow her order.

Your presence and attendance at parties became more common than the occasional task of keeping an eye on your brother, an order given by your parents. You came voluntarily but spent most of your time sitting with Kiara and JJ, sharing some quiet hushed talk. Those were the only moments Sarah saw you smile. Where you finally showed a side of you that she wasn’t entirely used to.

Tonight, that was no different. The Boneyard was filled with kids from either side of the island. You were leaning against a log, listening to some conversation happening with some guys that you guessed were some of your friends. They all looked to be around your age, same work-worn expressions from hard labour. Yet, out of all of them, they didn’t look as good as you.

In the few months of you accompanying the group, she had developed some sort of crush on you. The moments when you were too busy messing around with JJ, she liked to just stare. Take in the beauty that you were given. From the hardened features of your face, the glow of your skin under the sun and campfire, to the minor ticks you had. Like, when you were listening intently to a conversation, your lips parted and your tongue peeked out from between slightly. Or how you sometimes covered your mouth when you laughed. As if someone would judge how you looked when you showed such emotion.

These little things set you apart from any of the other guys she had encountered. When no one was paying attention, you were present. You looked up at the birds that flew past. You gave people you cared about the attention you wanted in return. You went to lengths to just chek in on someone. And she would know considering she saw you breaking down Kiara’s door to just ask if she felt alright when she was sick. Although that last one was a bit alarming, it showed a side of you that she wasn’t sure John B ever could consider.

And even now, being around people she knew you wouldn’t talk to in a normal setting, you gave them your attention. It was surprising to her.

“Are you just going to stare at him or actually make a move?” Kleo’s voice scared Sarah, eliciting a yelp of surprise from the girl.

“What the hell, Kleo?” Sarah said in exasperation. “You could’ve given me a heart attack.”

But the girl didn’t seem to show any type of remorse, nodding in your direction. “You going to do it or dance around it all day?”

Sarah swallowed the lump in her throat and looked toward you. Still in the depths of conversing with your friends. A faint smile presses to your lips as you lift your bottle of beer to your lips.

“Has he always been like that?” She inquired, glancing at her friend. “Like, any of the times you’ve had dinner with his and Pope’s parents?” She iterated.

Kleo stood there for a second, crossing her arms over her chest. The look of thought crossing over her face was apparent to Sarah. But when Kleo reach a response, she shrugged. “He was like this before Pope and I ever got together or even before you appeared in the Pogue's lives,” she responded, looking at the blonde. “Pope’s told me a lot about Y/n and his problems and I don’t blame him for being so damn hostile with John B, who in my opinion is completely deserving of it.”

That created more intrigue for Sarah who was already invested in whatever you gave away. When she first met you, she wanted to know more about your process in the military. But judging by John B using it as something to spit out at you, she guessed it was a sensitive topic. Or your repulsion from touch. You hated it. Even when Pope tried to do something brotherly to tease you like wrap his around your shoulders, you shoved him away willingly.

There were just a lot of question marks that surrounded you that Sarah wanted to pluck from the ground to get closer to you.

A commotion pulled Sarah from her thoughts. Spotting you standing behind a few of your friends with John B spouting out incoherent insults. But whatever he was saying was pissing you. Face twisting in anger as you tried to move around the growing crowd. Your entire goal was to attack John B who could barely stand on his own two feet.

It pulled a groan from Sarah’s chest. “Y/n!” Her voice made you snap your head up, looking in her direction. She raised a brow, lips slowly morphing into a smile. For a second, it made you release the tension in your arms. Allowing yourself to step back and try to exit the altercation and move in her direction.

But John B being drunk had to spout something that finally broke the restraint in you.

“Yeah, go to Sarah! We all know you need my ex to come save you, pussy!”

And you didn’t know if it was simply the fact that your ego was hit or that John B was so clueless, but you exploded. Sprinting and shoving people to try and get at the arrogant little shit. There were so many voices that it became just a jumbled scramble to try and stop you from killing the drunk Pogue.

But it was only Sarah appearing, arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you away. And it was the shock that made it so easy for her to pull you back. It was the shock that allowed her to grab you by the hand and march you in the direction of where the vehicles were parked.

Listen, you were used to Sarah. Her voice, her presence, her energy- all of it! But her touch was something you weren’t accustomed to. It was a brief jumpstart to your heart that you hadn’t even believed you needed. But it got your blood flowing. It made you feel something other than the countless emotions flowing through his system. All of them aided by the consumption of alcohol. Yet, her soft hands seemed to melt through the fabric of your shirt and heat your body up. Its scalding warmth brought you down to reality and placed you in the present where you willingly held her hand and allowed her to guide you back to your car.

This wasn’t normal in any certain circumstance. You broke a kid’s arm in juvie for even grazing you with his finger. But she didn’t care. Then again, maybe it was just the morals and expectations of man that prevented you from reacting how you usually would. But you felt safe under her touch.

By the time the two of you got back to your Jeep, you had broken the physical contact and followed behind her a few steps. Wordlessly understanding that she might’ve stopped liking the party and silently requested you to take her home.

“Let’s go back to the Chateau,” she answered, discrediting your prior assumption. But you followed her order obediently. Putting the vehicle in drive and pulling from the make-shift parking lot made of dirt and sand.

The drive was slow and quiet. With the roof off and doors taken off, the wind nipped through the air and froze exposed pieces of skin. Yet, the stereo playing Frank Ocean, the moon hung high and gave a semblance of comfort amidst the disorder, it was perfect. And feeling Sarah’s eyes carefully take in your features, that familiar fuzziness in your chest formed bigger.

It was a tangle. Mixed emotions to mixed communication. You didn’t know what to think. You knew how you felt, but what did that mean to her? Did she share the same fondness and genuine attraction you had for her?

Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the constant thoughts. Or maybe it was you taking in reality for once. But you wiped your eyes, allowing the consoling strings of White Ferrari to take your mind elsewhere. Somewhere you allowed your imagination to run free with fantasies that felt more and more hypothetical.

Arriving at the Chateau, the two of you hopped out of the vehicle and made your way to the house. Sarah followed behind you, quietly wondering how you seemed to know your way around the premises. And when the two of you stepped on the deck, shutting the screen door, you motioned for her to take a seat on the couch out front. She listened, letting her gaze follow you through the window as you stepped over the garbage until you reached the fridge, grabbing two beers.

“I can’t understand how you even dated him,” was the first thing that slipped past your lips when you came back outside. Sarah’s face twisted in confusion and you collapsed in the open spot beside her. “What I mean is, you’re a rich girl. Hanging out with an arrogant, annoying, slimy, egotistical-”

“All right. All right, I get it.” She laughed. “But I dated him because I liked him. I guess as time went on, I realized that I dated him based on the fact that we were in the same situation and always together.”

You hummed. “So, you just kinda forced yourself into it? Seems kinda disingenuous.”

That earned a swift slap from Sarah, who blushed. But the action made you flinch, shifting away slightly. Sarah’s smile slightly faltered as she pointed at you. “That.”

Her one-word reply made you frown. “What?”

“That! What is that? Why don’t you like being touched?” She questioned.

No one had really asked you that. Truthfully, most people weren’t able to get close enough to pick up on your phobia. That or you hid it pretty well by fighting people. And although you can touch people, feeling other people touch you sent chills down your spine. Like a brand pressing to your skin and leaving their mark forever.

You’ve hated it since you were born.

Biting your bottom lip, you exhaled heavily. Head bowed slightly with a gentle sway of your body. “It’s called Haphephobia,” you muttered. “I-I can’t stand human touch.” You clenched your jaw, swallowing the lump in your throat. “I have no problem hurting someone, but anything else outside of that intention is impossible. I can’t hug my parents or brother. I can’t be intimate. I can’t comfort anyone. I-I can’t be normal.”

Sarah was quiet for a few moments, allowing the confession to sink in. Until she lifted her gaze from her beer to you. “Is that why you couldn’t do the army?”

That made you laugh, shaking your head. “Uh, no. That was actually just my psych evaluation. A lot goes on in my head and they didn’t see it as a chance they wanted to take,” you explained with a bittersweet tone.

You did seem a bit preoccupied in your thoughts a lot of the times you have spent with her and the pogues. Drifting off into open space along the bow of the HMS Pogue. Or sitting out on the dock at The Wreck. Staring out at the barely noticeable coastline in Figure Eight. But you also looked at peace when those intrinsic trances passed over. And if it was the opposite, you didn’t give anything away.

She shifted closer to you. The movement was obscured by the constant thoughts racing through your buffering mind. From exhaustion to the consumption of alcohol, it became harder to focus on your surroundings.

But it was until you felt her hand press to your chest. It made you flinch, looking down at the placement and attempting to shift away. “Sarah-”

“I’m never going to hurt you, Y/n,” she reassured gently. You believed her, but the touch was warm. Much like before, you enjoyed it, but it was intensified now. Maybe from the toxins you’ve put in your body tonight, but it fell under too much. “I want to be able to hold you.” Her hand smoothly and slowly went down to your stomach, able to feel the divots of muscle beneath the shirt. She wished she could say she was also intoxicated and she wasn’t thinking clearly, but she was. It was solely desire flaring her thoughts and dictating her actions. Yet, it was pure. “To touch you.”

You tilted your head, eyes clamping shut in hopes that your uncomfortable expression would be enough to get the message across. But she didn’t. Her hand went further down until she snuck underneath your shirt. It felt oddly comforting once your mind began to slow and your body became accustomed to her. And once that happened, you were melting beneath her.

Her smooth palms meeting your skin sent a shiver down your spine, and when she added her other hand, the feeling grew. “Sarah, stop- Fuck!” You breathed in exasperation, a muffled moan slipping past your lips when your nipples slipped between her fingers. The slight squeeze made a chill run down your spine. Face growing hot as you avert your gaze to the side, bottom lip caught between your teeth.

She smiled, damn near pressing her chest to yours, chuckling softly. Her hands moved across the expanse of your chest, soaking up every little detail of your sable-toned body. “But seeing you like this, God, I want to ruin you.”

It was all too much. Her words. The intention of them. Her touch. Burning into flesh and marking you for life. And the way her right hand drifted further down, breaking past the hem of your shorts, everything was on fire.

When her hand wrapped around your hardened cock, you let out a sound. One that you never thought possible for yourself. And undoubtedly, you tried to brush past it with a cough. But you should’ve known better than for Sarah Cameron to leave it at that. She tilted her head, lips curving into a grin, wrist slowly flicking to stroke.

“Did you whimper, baby?” Sarah teased, eyes half-lidded with their focus placed on your very own. Content on watching them part and tremble faintly as you tried to hold back the noises from slipping past your lips.

“Shut up,” you panted, hands gripping the couch for dear life. Sarah found it all too adorable that you, a strong, tall, intimidating guy were crumbling under her touch. Even though it inflated her ego it turned her on. How much more could she could before you finish? Would she be able to hear you whisper out her name?”

She had control. You were falling apart in her hands. And she was going to take full advantage of it.

Time was lost upon the first hour. Had it been an hour? It was hard to tell at this point. With your arms bound above your head, mouth gagged by Sarah’s panties, and her pussy hugging your abused cock. It all numbed your thoughts.

All you could focus on was the girl hovering over you. Hands sprawled across your stomach. Applying enough to keep her stable as she bounced on your cock. Her bottom lip caught between her teeth with her gaze unwavering.

She’d wanted to ruin you after all and she was succeeding.

Through moans, Sarah managed to pant out, “You look so fucking good like this, Y/n. Everything I imagined.”

Strands of her hair fell in front of her eyes, but it did not hide the predatory nature that took hold of her. A completely different look on her. It made you wonder how many people have seen this side of her. Or if anyone had given her this much control. Either way, this felt oddly intimate. Maybe a bit special. But after all, this is your first time and you can’t figure out how many times she’s replaced a condom to only put a new one on.

She was using you as she wished and something in you enjoyed it.

You felt loved. Not that you hadn’t felt it before but this was different. Vastly different from your parents or your brother showing their appreciation. But this was with someone you never imagined being this close with. She was under your skin in every pleasing way possible.

And you loved it.

Her velvety walls fluttered around you, squeezing with each drop of her body. Moans flourished from her lips and filled the living room of the Chateau. Despite the possessive nature she had, she was still soft in her touch. Careful to show you no harm, just as she promised. And you melted beneath her. Whatever hold you had before being tied down is now lost with groans and whimpers falling from your own lips.

Sarah couldn’t help but smile.

Her hands slowly moved up your stomach, past your chest and finally your cheeks. You exhaled shakily, uneven gaze meeting her passionate one. Two polar opposites in the act of intimacy, tet, both present. “You are beautiful, Y/n.”

And for the first time, you initiated the kiss. Lifting your head to press your lips to hers, tilting your in an attempt to deepen it. The only experience you had was the brief kisses Sarah shared with you after she tied you. Teasing you till you were panting. So, you tried to replicate it and understandably, Sarah was amused.

She rocked her hips gently, keeping her lips pressed against yours. Swallowing your moans greedily. Able to feel your cock twitch inside of her, signalling a familiar release A release she craved every time she experienced it.

But when you did, she parted, allowing you to catch your breath. Hovering over you, watching a sweat droplet slide from your hairline and down your temple. Carefully, she sat up just enough for you to slip out of her. You hissed, sensitive and she was quick to comfort you with delicate kisses across your cheek.

Cleaning you up and untying you, Sarah soon lay sprawled across your chest. A thin blanket keeping the two of you covered with body warmth is the main source of comfort. She listened to your heartbeat against your chest. Its tempo became a slow constance that she relied on to allow exhaustion to take hold.

“I don’t want to be another John B, Sarah.”

It was the first time she’d heard your voice in the past few hours. The wavering of each word had her looking up, finding your tired gaze focused on the ceiling. Unable to meet her own which was full of confusion.

“I don’t want to be something you force yourself into,” you whispered, scared to even think that after all this time, she was just wanting sex. “And if it is something like that, then tell me so I can go home.”

Sarah could see the fear in your eyes. How you blinked rapidly, hoping it hid the emotion you never dared to show. The first inkling that there was something deep within you that wished to flourish. An ulterior presence that could rival your usual disposition. It seemed like that’s what you hoped the military could give, but once that fell through you kinda gave up. Bidding farewell to the idea of completion for yourself.

But ever since you started spending quality time with the Pogues, there was something that shifted inside you. A sense of belonging almost. Sarah had seen it first-hand and it was beautiful. She found it with the Pogues, much like you seemed to have. Besides John B, you loved each member of the group.

Sitting up slightly, Sarah softly traced shapes into your chest. It drew your attention from the ceiling to follow her finger.“You’re the first guy that feels genuine with me. You’ve expressed yourself more than Topper and John B ever have,” Sarah said. “It’s all I ever wanted from someone who I date.”

Clearing her throat, she sniffled. “I guess what I’m saying is that for the first time in any of my relationships, I don’t feel like there is something internal fighting for what I think is right for me,” she explained. “And I think I finally found someone that I could share years with.”

The confession was followed by pressing her lips to your chest before laying her head on your chest. “I want everything and more with you, Y/n.”

Love.

That was the feeling you have been feeling. An unconditional, unmoving, everlasting love. Because love wasn’t a choice. It’s the feeling. A force only you can describe as it is unique. Like a memory only you can think back on and know from your perspective.

And you felt it the moment you saw Sarah Cameron.

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[realmsdelght]

Sandy knees; Sarah Cameron

Sarah Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: against Kiara's warnings, a certain pogue can't keep her hands off the kook princess

Warning: smut, oral sex, language

Word count: 834

“You are fucking Sarah Cameron?!” Kie asked her friend, truly shocked about what she had just seen. 

“No!” The girl said, but the look on her friend’s face told her Kie was not convinced, “technically she is fucking me, but-,” the girl was interrupted by her friend.

“Are you kidding me? We hate her!” The Carrera girl pointed out. 

“You hate her. And please, if you tell me that when you guys were best friends she didn’t slip her hand down your panties at least once, I will leave with you right now,” the girl looked in between Kie and Sarah, who was far from the two friends, so they could have some privacy. The look on Kie’s face gave everything away, “I knew it!”

“It was just like, once or twice. And that was before we hated her,” the curly haired girl told her friend.

“Kie, I love you, and I would fucking kill for you. But the girl’s fingers are amazing,” the long haired girl said before running away from her friend towards the blonde that was waiting for her with her back against a tree.

“It’s a fucking bonfire!” Kie shouted, trying to reason with her friend, but she was already long gone.

“Is the hookup police finally leaving us alone?” The blonde smiled as she approached.

“I will deal with her tomorrow,” she said, getting closer to Sarah’s face. “Now where were we?” She asked, giving Sarah a peck on the lips.

The blonde smirked, pulling the girl into another kiss, “I believe you were about to get on your knees.”

The girl pulled Sarah into another heated kiss, her hands went under Sarah’s dress, straight to her ass, but as the girl cupped the blonde’s ass cheeks in hope of pulling her underwear down, she was surprised by the feeling of bare skin against her hands.

“Kie took too long,” the Cameron girl said, slipping her lacy pink underwear into the front pocket of her lover’s jean shorts.

The girl kneeled slowly, “she did,” she smirked, before putting her head under the blonde’s pink dress, coming face to face with Sarah’s soaked core. 

Sarah’s hands went to the girl’s hair as she started licking her core. The blonde threw her head back, closing her eyes, moaning as loud as she could. Sarah felt her left leg being lifted over the girl’s shoulder, moaning as another wave of pleasure hit her as the girl’s tongue found new places to explore with the new access she had just gained.

The pogue was a giver, it gave her just as much pleasure to hear Sarah’s moans as if the girl was between her legs herself. While one of her hands started to assist her tongue in Sarah’s core, the other climbed up to Sarah’s breasts.

As she reaches the girl’s breast, the girl pulls her head from under Sarah’s dress, giggling as she looks into the gorgeous brown eyes of Sarah Cameron.

“Someone came prepared,” she mentioned Sarah’s lack of bra on.

“You don’t have a bra on,” the Cameron girl mentioned towards her nippled peeking through her white tank top.

The girl got back on her feet, looking into Sarah’s eyes, “I never wear a bra,” she pointed out, making Sarah giggle.

“So you are always prepared?” The blonde said, pulling the white tank down, and exposing her partner's breast. 

“We are not fucking in the boneyard,” the pogue pointed out, kneeling again.

“So what are we doing right now?” Sarah looked down into the girl’s bright eyes, was almost under her flowery dress again.

“I’m eating you out,” the girl sang from under the dress.

The silence between them was quickly filled with Sarah’s moans. The blonde was not worried about how loud she was, they were at the end of the boneyard, and the place where everyone came to hookup, and if the distance wasn’t enough, the loud music should do.

Sarah could feel herself getting closer and closer, she was sure that was what heaven felt like. The pogue’s tongue worked wonders inside of her, reaching places undiscovered before, and the places her tongue couldn’t work on, her two fingers made up for. 

As Sarah moaned louder, cumming harder than ever before. The pogue licked and kissed Sarah’s wet folds, ridding her down from her high. The Cameron girl panted as her lover got back to her feet, staring at Sarah’s face.

“You good?” The girl joked as Sarah looked like she was high.

The blonde pulled her lover into a passionate kiss, her hands went to the girl’s ass, grabbing it roughly, and pulling her jean shorts up.

“Were you serious about not fucking into the boneyard?” Sarah smiled.

“I mean…,” the girl pulled away, but her hands went to Sarah’s naked ass under the dress, “we could go to the chateau. Steal John B’s room before he gets home,” the pogue suggested. 

“Let’s go,” the Cameron girl giggled, pulling her lover in the direction of the chateau.

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[cloveswifey]

Her

Parings: lip Gallagher x fem!Reader

Type: Angst

Warnings: Lip Being a bad boyfriend, Karen (a huge warning), mentions of family drama, financial struggles, first time, first kiss, begging, crying, swearing, break up

Words: 0.7k

Lip Gallagher and y/n had been together for two years, and they were each other's firsts. They had been through a lot together, including family drama, financial struggles, and personal challenges. But through it all, they had remained devoted to each other.

However, lately things had started to change. Lip had been spending more and more time with Karen, an old flame who had re-entered his life. At first, y/n didn't mind - she trusted Lip and knew he would never cheat on her. But as time went on, it became clear that something was wrong. Lip was missing dates with y/n, forgetting important events, and seemed distant and preoccupied when they were together.

Y/n tried to talk to Lip about it, but he brushed her off. "It's nothing, babe," he would say. "Just work stuff." But y/n could tell there was more to it than that. She could see the way he looked at Karen, the way he talked about her, the way he always seemed to make time for her no matter what.

Finally, y/n decided enough was enough. She confronted Lip one night, after he had missed yet another date with her. "What's going on, Lip?" she demanded. "Why are you always with Karen? Don't you care about me anymore?"

Y/N's sudden outburst caught Lip off guard. He was taken aback and muttered, "What the fuck are you talking about?" He chuckled lightly as he thought the girl was joking, but that smile soon wiped off his face.

"I mean, you keep missing out on our dates, Lip. That's what I am fucking talking about," Y/N spat, her anger spilling over. "And for what? Her! To be with your ex-girlfriend!" She scoffed at the thought.

He hadn't realized how much he had been neglecting her, how much he had been taking her for granted. Guilt flooded over him, and he struggled to find the right words to say.

"I'm sorry, y/n," he said finally. "I didn't mean to hurt you. It's just that”he paused, “Karen and I have a history, you know? We were together for a long time, and she helped me through some tough times. I can't just forget about her."

Y/n felt a surge of anger and hurt. "So that's it? You're just going to fucking choose her over me? Once again! After everything we've fucking been through?"

Lip shook his head. "No, that's not what I'm saying. I love you, baby. You know that. But I can't just ignore my past, either. Karen is important to me, too."

Y/n sighed. She knew Lip was right - he couldn't just cut Karen out of his life completely. But it still hurt to feel like she was second best, like Lip had forgotten about their relationship.

For the next few weeks, y/n and Lip tried to work things out. They went to couples therapy, talked through their feelings, and tried to find a compromise. But it was hard. Y/n couldn't shake the feeling that Lip didn't really care about her anymore, that he wasjust going through the motions to keep her happy.

Finally, one night, y/n had had enough. "I can't do this anymore," she told Lip. "I love you, but I can't keep feeling like I'm competing with Karen for your attention. It's not fair to me."

Lip was devastated. He knew he had messed up, but he didn't want to lose y/n. "Please, y/n," he begged. "Don't leave me. We can fix this. I'll do whatever it takes." He cried, “please baby.”

But y/n shook her head. "I'm sorry, Lip. I just don't think we can make this work anymore. Maybe someday we can be friends, but right now...I need to move on."

And with that, y/n walked away from Lip, leaving him alone and confused. He knew he had made a mistake, but he didn't know how to fix it. All he could do was hope that someday, y/n would forgive him and they could try again.

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[in-my-feels-probably]

sarah cameron x fem!reader where reader is a pogue but works as a waitress in a fancy restaurant that sarah dines at and she develops a crush on the reader before becoming a pogue

Midsummer Shenanigans

Request: sarah cameron x fem!reader where reader is a pogue but works as a waitress in a fancy restaurant that sarah dines at and she develops a crush on the reader before becoming a pogue

Hi! This is my first time writing for Sarah. Bear with me, I'm still getting used to writing her character, so I wouldn’t say this is my best work. But this request is cute, so I had to write it. I hope you enjoy it!

(Warnings: swearing, vague mention of jj’s abuse, suggestive content, let me know if i missed anything)

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You were laying on a towel, one arm covering your eyes, the other laying in the sand. You could have laid there all day, if your alarm hadn’t gone off just as you had gotten comfortable. You reached for your phone, silencing it. 

You sat up on your elbows, looking around at your friends. “JJ, I will pay you to go kill my manager so I don’t have to go into work today.” 

JJ sat up as well, squinting at the sun in his eyes. “How much?”

“Hmm, like….twenty bucks?” 

He let out a laugh, laying back down in the sand. “No deal, dude. No deal.” 

You groaned, finally getting up and brushing the sand off your clothes. “John B, will you give me a ride to work? Please?”

He looked up at you and shook his head, before placing his hat over his face. You whined, bending down to knock it off. He looked up at you again, far more annoyed this time. 

“Please? You have to go to work, too. Come on, it’s literally on your way, and otherwise I’ll be biking there. I’ll give you twenty bucks.”

“Those were my twenty bucks!” JJ said, sitting up.

You placed a hand on his shoulder, pushing him back down. “Not anymore. You won’t kill my boss for me. It’s John B’s now.”

“Fine,” John B groaned, reaching for your hand. “Help me up.”

“Thank you,” you sighed in relief, hoisting him up. “Bye, guys.”

You got a series of waves and goodbyes, before you turned to walk back up the beach. You loaded up into the Twinkie, and John B swung you by your house so you could quickly change into your uniform, before taking you to work. 

You groaned as he parked, and he sighed, looking out at the Marina. You worked at the nice restaurant at the country club by the Marina, and John B worked on the boats there. 

Neither of you wanted to work today, and it took everything in you to pull yourself out of his van. 

You trudged into work, clocking in. You had barely even put your things down and put on your apron when the hostess came into the back of the kitchen. 

“Hey Y/N, you’ve just been sat. Table 28, two top.”

You sighed and nodded. “Thanks, I’ll be right out.”

You grabbed a pad and paper, tucking it into your apron. You filled two glasses with ice water, placing them on a tray before leaving the kitchen and going to the table. You balanced the tray on one hand, setting the glasses down with the other. 

“Hello, my name is Y/N, I’ll be your server today. Can I get you started with anything else to drink?”

“Hey, Y/N,” you heard, and you looked up to see none other than Sarah Cameron, and her sister. 

You had known Sarah your whole life. Sarah Cameron, Kook Princess. You were friends when you were younger, always seeing each other at the beach or the Boneyard. But as you got older, you grew apart. You fell in with the Pogues, and she fell in with the Kooks. 

It didn’t bother you, not really. 

You had always known you weren’t the same type of person, and you knew she wasn’t going to be your friend forever. But you couldn’t help but feel jealousy when you looked at her. She had enough money to do whatever she wanted. She didn’t have to work for her money, or apply for shitty jobs if she wanted to be able to buy the things she wanted. She was going to get into any college she wanted, and be able to go wherever she wanted. It just wasn’t fair. 

What you didn’t know was that she felt the same jealousy as you. For different reasons, of course. 

She had money, yes. But you had family. You belonged somewhere, you had friends who would take a bullet for you if need be. You chose your family, you made your own way. All the money in the world couldn’t buy that kind of love. She’d do anything to have people in her life like that. 

“Hey, Sarah,” you finally said, giving her a small smile. “Hey, Wheezie. Girls day?”

“Sarah promised to go to our Dad’s Midsummer party this weekend, and she needed a new dress. We went shopping so I could help her pick one.”

“Sounds like fun,” you grinned. “I think Kiara is going, her parents are making her. Pope’s Dad is catering, and I’m on staff as a waitress. So, I guess I’ll see you there.”

Sarah tried her best to hide her smile at your words, changing the subject. “What time do you get off? May we could hang out?”

“Uh…,” you hummed, raising a brow at her question. “Yeah, yeah sure. I get off at eight. Is that alright?” 

Sarah nodded. “Yeah, I’ll be back to come get you if that’s cool?”

“Yeah, that’s good,” you nodded, pulling out your pen and pad. “Until then, what can I get started for you?”

—

You had texted John B right after Sarah and Wheezie left, letting him know that you didn’t need him to drop you off at home. He had lots of questions, and you promised to explain it all to him later. 

You thought about your interaction with Sarah for the rest of your shift. 

She had left you quite the tip, and gave you a shy smile when she left, which was very unlike her. You hadn’t known her to be shy around anyone, let alone you. You couldn’t quite tell what it was that was making her act different. 

At the end of your shift, you clocked out, taking a step outside. Sarah was sitting on the hood of her car, parked in the lot just outside the back door. 

She straightened up as she saw you, swinging her legs out in front of her. “Hey.”

“Hey. Have you been waiting long?”

She shook her head. “A few minutes, don’t worry about it.” 

You awkwardly approached, leaning against the hood of her car. “I’m sorry to ask, but you’re driving me home, right? Because I told John B he could go home, and he’s definitely not gonna come back and get me.”

“Yeah, I’ll take you home,” she chuckled, jumping down from the hood. “Do you still live in the same place?”

You nodded, and she unlocked her car, motioning for you to climb in. You tried to ignore how weird it was that you were climbing into Sarah Cameron’s car, settling yourself in the passenger seat. 

She pulled out of the parking lot and drove slowly to give herself more time. Not that she had to, your house was miles away on the other side of the island away from the Marina. 

You sat in awkward silence, before she finally broke it. 

“Have a good shift?”

“You tipped the best,” you laughed, smiling over at her. “You’d be surprised how cheap the Kooks can be.”

“Damn, I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine,” you said, leaning back into your seat. “So, what’s up? How have you been? It’s been a while.”

“Yeah…sorry about that,” Sarah said, giving you a guilty look out of the corner of her eye. You didn’t acknowledge it. 

“I know you’re busy, don’t worry about it. Excited for your Dad’s thing this weekend?”

“Not even a little bit,” she sighed, taking a right down a side street. 

You furrowed your brows, looking around. “Uh, I think you went the wrong way. You should have gone left back there.”

“I know where you live, Y/N. We’re taking the long way.”

“Why?”

She shrugged her shoulders, turning the radio down so she could hear you clearer. “I don’t want to go home just yet.”

“Alright,” you nodded, changing the subject. “How was your day?”

“It was alright, I guess. Took Wheezie to the mainland, got a new dress. Haven’t done much, honestly. What about you, how was your day?”

You smiled at the thought of your day, at least before you had to go to work. It was peaceful, and you were with friends. 

“My day was good. I went to the beach with a few friends. Did lose twenty bucks, though. I made John B drive me and had to pay the price. I tried to get JJ to take out my boss for me so I wouldn’t have to go to work, but he wouldn’t go for it.”

Sarah let out a laugh, smiling wide. “The restaurant sucks, then?”

“Easily the worst job I’ve ever had. Beats working on the boats though, and sometimes it’s good money. Plus I eat dinner for free, so I can’t complain about that.”

Sarah nodded, turning down your street. “Any plans for college?”

“Not even a little bit,” you scoffed, grinning over at her. “I’m going day by day at this point. What about you?”

Her voice was quieter when she answered you, making you turn to face her. “My Dad wants me to go where he did, it’s like a tradition in the family. I’m not sure, though. It’s not really for me.”

“That’s alright. You’ve got plenty of time to figure it out. And you don’t have to follow what your Dad did. It’s your life, not his.”

“Yeah, well he’s the one paying for it. So it kinda is his,” she said, pulling up to the outside of your house. 

As she turned the car off, you turned to her, giving her a sympathetic smile. 

“It may be his money, but it is your life. Don’t do anything to make someone else happy. If you’re not comfortable with it, don’t do it. There’s nothing wrong with doing something different than your family does.”

Sarah sighed, leaning back in her seat. “My Dad expects so much out of me. He thinks Rafe has wasted his opportunities, and wants me to be smarter than that.”

“I’m glad I’m not a Kook,” you laughed, breaking the tension enough to get her to smile. “Seems like a lot of pressure, having all that money and not knowing what to do with it. I may be broke, but it’s simple. I like simple.” 

“Me too,” she agreed. She turned away from you, fiddling with her hands in her lap. 

You cleared your throat, reaching for the door handle. “Thanks for driving me. See you this weekend? I’ll be in my uniform, easy to spot.”

Sarah smiled, nodding. “I’ll see you then.”

—

That night, John B and JJ stopped by your house. You climbed into the Twinkie, sitting it in while parked in your driveway. 

JJ was sitting across from you while giving you a surprised look. “Sarah Cameron? Like, Kook Princess Sarah Cameron?” 

“I know, it was insane,” you said, looking between John B and JJ as they stared at you in disbelief. “She drove me home. I haven’t spoken to her in over a year, and she offered to drive me home.”

John B scoffed, a grin on his face. “And I thought hidden treasure was the craziest thing that was gonna happen to us this week.”

“Is she still a bitch?” JJ asked, making you shove his shoulder. 

“Stop it,” you glared. “She’s only a bitch to you because you give her a reason to be. She was really different from what I remember her being.”

“Does she know she’s sitting on a goldmine?” John B asked. 

You nearly rolled your eyes at his question. “Do you really think that if Ward Cameron knew there was gold on the island, he’d just let it sit there?”

“I still think that’s where the gold is. I don’t know where else it would be. It’s not on the wreck, so it’s on the island. Do you think you could get her to give you a map of Tannyhill?”

“Yeah, John B,” JJ scoffed, clapping his hand on John B’s shoulder. “Sarah is totally gonna give Y/N a map of her property without any explanation. Good thinking, man.”

“At least I’m coming up with ideas.”

“Because your ideas have worked so well so fa—“

“Stop it!” You scolded them, interrupting their bickering. “Neither of you are helping. I’m having a crisis, here! Are either of you gonna help me out, or should I just go back inside?”

John B clapped his hands together, turning to you. “If I’m right, we need that map. You need to ask Sarah about it next time you see her. Tell her it’s for a research project or something.”

“I’m helping Pope with Midsummers this weekend. I could ask her for it then?”

JJ nodded in agreement, but looked unsure. “Don’t you think she’ll ask questions? We’re not telling her about the gold, she’ll just tell Ward.”

You shook your head, disagreeing. 

“I don’t think so. She was talking about him earlier like they don’t see eye to eye on most things. I don’t think she cares about money like he does. If she asks questions, I think I should answer some of them.”

“No way,” JJ retorted, looking at you with wide eyes. “I don’t trust her. You see who she hangs out with, I’m not losing our chance at getting the gold to a bunch of fucking Kooks.”

“No offense JJ, but you’re not the one who looked through those archives with me. I trust Y/N. I think we should let her tell Sarah whatever she thinks is necessary.”

JJ groaned, looking between the two of you. Knowing it was a losing battle, he sighed, relenting. 

“Fine. But if she fucks this up for us, you two get to be the ones to tell Kie and Pope why they’ll be broke for the rest of their lives.”

You laughed, grinning. “Deal.”

—

The next morning, you clocked into work for the opening shift. 

It would be a quick shift, much shorter than your one the previous evening, and you were excited to get it over with. It was your last shift of the week, and you weren’t scheduled again until Midsummers.

You only had an hour left in your shift, when the hostess came back into the kitchen while you were talking to the chef. 

“Someone asked for you by name, Y/N. One top, table 17.”

You nodded, grabbing everything you needed and going to the table. You stopped in your tracks when you saw Sarah, sitting alone on her phone. You cleared your throat as you approached, setting down a glass. 

“You’re back. The food is not that good here, I think you’re getting ripped off.”

Sarah smiled, giving you a sheepish look. “I knew you were working today, figured I’d come say hello.”

“Were you in the neighborhood?” 

She shook her head, tapping her fingers on the table. You nodded, grinning when you could see a slight flush creep up onto her cheeks.

“I could just give you my number, you know. You don’t have to drive all the way over here to say hello.”

“Well, I wanted to see you, too,” she said, making you raise a brow. “Are you busy today? After work, I mean.”

“I’m going to Pope’s later to help him and his Dad make sure everything is ready for tomorrow. But that’s not till later. Why?”

She was the most shy you had ever seen her, nearly stuttering with her reply. “Uh…would you maybe wanna hang out again? Like actually, this time.”

You remembered the map of Tannyhill you needed, deciding it was best to say yes. And, you were fascinated as to why Sarah was suddenly interested in you again after all this time. It was better to kill two birds with one stone.

“Sure, I’m off in an hour. What do you wanna do?”

She smiled, shrugging. “I didn’t really think that far. Boat? Beach?”

“Anywhere your friends aren’t,” you grinned, only half joking. Sarah playfully smacked your arm, though she was laughing, too.

“I’m with you on that one.”

“Trouble in paradise?” You asked, leaning onto the table. “Haven’t seen you with Topper or anyone in a while.”

“Yeah, we aren’t really talking right now. I’m not talking to any of them, really.”

You raised a brow. “No? Why’s that?”

“I’ll tell you when your shift is over,” she grinned, shooing you away from the table. 

—

You settled on the beach, swinging by Sarah’s house first so she could grab things to bring. You awkwardly stepped into her house, having not been there since you were a kid when she had a birthday party.

It was just as lavish as you remembered it. 

“I forgot you live in a castle,” you said, climbing the stairs to her room. 

“You may address me as Your Highness.”

You dramatically bowed, motioning for her to walk in front of you. She curtsied, continuing to her room. As you passed by a few doors, Rafe stepped out of his room. 

“What do we have here? Y/N! Where are the rest of your bum friends?”

You groaned, turning around to face him. “Clearly not wanting to be caught within a mile of you, Rafe.”

He chuckled, standing close enough that he towered over you. “I’d check her pockets before you leave, Sarah. Who knows what she might try and steal?”

“Piss off, Rafe,” you said, not backing down. He grinned wider, happy to have gotten a reaction out of you. He held his hands up in surrender, backing into his room. 

“Nice to see you, Y/N. I’ll make sure to grab a drink off you at Midsummers, alright?”

Sarah grabbed your wrist, tugging you along with her. “Leave her alone, Rafe. Go bother someone else.”

“It’s fine,” you muttered, following her into her room. “He doesn’t bother me.”

“He still shouldn’t talk to you like that.”

You shrugged, watching as she packed a bag for the beach. “I’m used to it, I don’t care. I’m happy with who I am. Me and my bum friends.”

Sarah chuckled, shuffling around her room as she grabbed her things. “I like your bum friends.”

“Even JJ?”

“Even JJ…sometimes.”

—

You set up an area in the sand, collapsing with a dramatic sigh onto your towel. “It’s so fucking hot.”

“You’re the one who decided on the beach,” she grinned, settling herself next to you as she took off her shirt. 

You took in her appearance, smiling when she looked over at you with a shy smile. 

“What?”

“Nothing,” you said, shaking your head. She pressed you further, turning over onto her stomach as she spoke. 

“Oh, come on. You’re staring at me, so spill. What’s up?”

You smiled, relenting. “You just look really pretty. You are really pretty, but you don’t need me to tell you that.”

She flushed, tucking her face into her arm as she turned her head away from you. You laughed, leaning back to settle on your elbows as you looked over at her. 

“What’s that reaction? Are you telling me Topper doesn’t tell you you’re pretty?”

“He does,” she mumbled, laying her cheek on her forearm. “But not like you do. He normally says it when he wants something.”

“You’re beautiful, Sarah,” you frowned, fully laying back and rolling over so your face was parallel with hers. “Fuck him.”

Sarah let out a laugh, making you smile.

“So, are you gonna tell me what’s going on with you and your friends? I haven’t seen you with them when they come into the restaurant.”

She sighed, moving to sit up. It took her a while to speak. “They’re just…not nice.”

You burst out laughing, sitting up with her. “Well I could have told you that.”

“I’m serious,” she giggled. “I know they’re shit to you and your friends, but they’re not always like that. At least that’s what I used to think. I’m not so sure anymore.”

“Do you have anyone close to talk to?”

She shrugged. “Wheezie.”

“You need more than your little sister, Sarah. They can’t all be assholes, there’s gotta be someone, right?”

“That’s easy for you to say. All your friends are nice. I think JJ would literally take a bullet for you.”

“He probably would,” you smiled, nodding. “He’s an idiot. But I love them to death, I’d do the same for any one of them.” 

“I want that,” she murmured. 

You sighed, watching her frown. You didn’t know why, but you hated seeing her upset. You hadn’t talked to her in ages, and yet you cared enough to want to make her smile. 

“Your friends are assholes, you’re right about that. We’ll just have to get you some new ones.”

“Like who…you? Your friends? I'd be lucky to have you, there’s no way the rest of them would be game.”

“I don’t know about that,” you shrugged. “I talked to John B and JJ last night. They were surprised we talked, but didn’t seem too shocked by the idea.” 

“Oh, god. What did you tell them about me?”

“Just that you were different than I remembered,” you said, smiling when she gave you an insecure look. “A good different.”

“Are they alright with me hanging out with you?”

You grinned. “It’s not really their choice, is it? I’m a big girl, they can trust me to make semi-decent decisions for myself.”

She nodded, fiddling with her hands in her lap. “Do you think they’d ever let me hang out? Like with the group?”

“I think I could convince them, yeah. They’re stubborn, but I tend to get my way. At least with the boys, they know the girls are using their heads a little more. Kiara would be the hardest. But she loves me, I’m sure I could convince her, too.”

“They sound really nice. Kinda wish I went your way instead of my way in school.”

“I think you still could,” you offered, making her raise a brow. 

“Why?”

This was it.

This was your moment. The gold was on the line, and you needed the help. The Pogues couldn’t do it alone, and Sarah could be really helpful. If she could get a map of Tannyhill, that could solidify your chance at getting the gold. 

Maybe to go full Kook, you needed the Kook Princess. 

“Alright, I’m gonna tell you something. But you have to promise not to tell anyone, and I’m so serious about that. Not Topper, or your friends, or your family. Not your Dad. Especially not your Dad.”

She looked at you through furrowed brows and narrowed eyes. “What, did y’all kill someone or something? Rob a bank?”

“It’s better than robbing a bank.”

You took a breath, telling her the full story. From John B’s dad, to the wreck, to the Royal Merchant. Everything that had happened to you and the Pogue’s in the last few days, you told her. 

“And if you tell anyone, JJ is gonna kill me. Please don’t tell anyone.”

She shook her head, looking at you in disbelief. “I don’t think anyone would believe me if I told them anyway. You really think there’s gold on the island?”

“I don’t think it, I know it,” you said confidently. “And John B thinks it’s on Tannyhill. Do you think you could get a map of Tannyhill? Like a blueprint of its original construction?”

“My Dad has a ton of stuff in his office about Tannyhill. He probably has one.”

“Do you think you could find it by Midsummers? Your Dad will be distracted, you could sneak in. We just need a photo of it, you don’t even have to take it.”

Sarah nodded, and you felt like you could throw up from excitement. “Yeah, I think I could get it. I’ll text you when I find it.”

You stood up, offering your hands to her so you could pull her up, too. 

“Are you serious? Oh my god, is this actually going to work?”

“Hold on,” she said, stopping you from celebrating too much. “You’re not gonna ditch me after I find it, right? I know I don’t need the gold, but you’re not all gonna just leave me alone and go off with the map, right?”

You threw your arms around her neck as you laughed, and she let out a sound of surprise, letting her arms settle around your waist. 

“Sarah, if you’re the reason we find the gold, they’ll love you forever. Of course you’re coming with us. I’ll keep everyone in line.”

She nodded into your shoulder, letting out a sigh of relief. “Good.”

—

The next day came, and Midsummers had finally arrived. 

John B, called you that afternoon, letting you know that JJ had been bailed out of jail. Apparently during your last few shifts at work, your friends had failed to fill you in on the fact that your best friend had actually landed himself in jail. 

You made a mental note to find him later, wanting to make sure he was alright.

You arrived just as the party was starting, in your fanciest uniform. You helped Pope and his Dad unload their truck, before moving to the bar. You were waitressing for the night, taking drink orders and walking around with trays of champagne. 

When Kiara showed up, you rushed over to her. “Thank god. If I hear one more Kook bark an order at me, I’m gonna lose my mind. Quick, pretend like you’re asking me for a drink.”

“Actually, I could use one,” she grinned. 

“Shut up,” you said, shoving her shoulder as you walked back to the bar. “You look really nice, by the way!”

You mostly stuck around Pope most of the night, ferrying drinks back and forth. When the Cameron’s showed up, you nearly dropped your tray at the sight of Sarah. 

“There’s no way I just watched you stumble over Sarah Cameron,” Pope teased, steadying your tray for you. 

“Shut up, Pope. I saw you making eyes at Kie earlier. At least I’m not macking on another Pogue.”

“Alright, touché. You got me there,” Pope grinned, raising his hands in surrender, before his smile fell. “Uh, a bit of a situation going on over there.”

You turned to look at where he was pointing, finding Topper holding onto Sarah’s wrist. You narrowed your eyes, and Pope chuckled while he watched you grip your tray. Topper led her to the porch on the side of the house, and you couldn’t stop yourself from moving. 

As you approached, you could hear him interrogating her. You bit your tongue, clearing your throat. 

“Anyone want a drink?”

They both turned at the sound of your voice, and Sarah smiled as she recognized you. 

“No, we’re good—“

“Yes! I’ll take one,” Sarah said, gladly accepting a drink from your tray. “Do me a favor and hide me while I drink this, I don’t want my Dad to see.”

You nodded, and she moved to stand between you and the porch column. As she sucked her drink down, you smirked over at Topper, who didn’t look the slightest bit pleased. 

“Topper.”

“Y/N.”

“Having fun?” You asked, taking a step back closer to Sarah. 

He rolled his eyes, moving to head back over to his friends. “I was until now. I’ll catch you later, Sarah.”

She gave him a thumbs up, nodding while she finished off her glass. The second he was out of earshot, you burst out laughing, taking her empty glass. 

“Thank you,” she sighed in relief. 

“He really is a dick, huh?” 

She nodded, not denying it. You lowered your voice, leaning in. “You look stunning, if that wasn’t obvious.”

Sarah blushed, slightly fidgeting, which only made you smile wider. “Thank you, Y/N.”

“You’re welcome. Did you find the map?”

“My Dad caught me in his office before I could take a photo of it. But I know where it is.”

You nearly squealed with excitement, wishing you could hug her. If only you weren’t holding the tray. 

“You’re the best, holy shit! Alright, let’s just play it cool tonight. John B and JJ are on their way, they’re my ride out of here. I’ll let you know what’s going on later, alright? Go, have fun. Come get me if Topper is being an asshole, I’ll handle him…or I’ll get him really drunk, either option works for me. See you soon?”

She nodded, smiling, and you turned to head back to the bar. You dropped off your empty glasses, scanning the crowd for Kiara. Suddenly, JJ walked past you in a waiter's uniform, a tray in his hands. 

You scurried after him, snatching the tray from his grip. “JJ? What the fuck are you doing?”

“Being your backup,” he smiled, pointing between your two uniforms. “We’re matching.”

You scanned his face as you took in the new bruises and cuts, feeling a pit settle in your stomach. He must have realized what was going on in your mind, shrugging his shoulders. 

“Don’t worry about it. I’m alright.”

You threw your arms around his shoulders, squeezing him tight to you. He smiled into your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your waist, gently rocking you back and forth. 

“I’m so glad you’re alright,” you said, pulling back to shove his shoulder. “Don’t you ever get arrested without me again. I’ll kick your ass, I swear to god.”

He let out a chuckle, bringing his hand up to salute you. “Yes ma’am. Now, what do you need me for?”

“Just stay out of trouble. Find everyone. Tell Pope and Kie we’re back in the G-game.”

His eyes widened as he looked at you, speaking in a hushed whisper. “You got the map?”

“No, but Sarah knows where it is….also, I may have told her more than I should have.”

“Y/N!”

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, shrugging your shoulders. “I couldn’t help it. She’s very pursuasive.”

JJ raised a brow, smirking as you felt the heat creep up to your cheeks. “Y/N? Are you going soft for Sarah Cameron?”

“JJ, shut up. I’m not doing this with you right now.”

“Well, you’ve got good taste, I’ll give you that. At least you have one thing going for you.”

You rolled your eyes, groaning. “I promise to give you all the details later, just trust me right now. Tell everyone what’s going on, and let’s get out of here as soon as we can.”

“What about Sarah?” 

You sighed in frustration, shaking your head. “I don’t know, I haven’t thought that far ahead. Leave her to me, just tell everyone else to be ready.”

“If she fucks this up for us—”

“She won’t! At least, I think she won’t. Tell you what. If she does, I’ll fork over that twenty bucks. But if you trust me on this, I think we’ll be getting a lot more than that. Alright?”

He nodded, relenting. “Alright. I’m trusting you on this. I’ve got them, you’ve got her. Go, meet me back out here in a few.”

—

In just a few minutes, JJ had managed to cause a scene. It couldn’t have even been five minutes since you had left to look for Sarah, before he was running out the door with security on his tail. 

Kiara tried to stand up for him, telling security that he was invited, but they wouldn’t let him go. 

JJ shoved the guard off of him, headed towards the boat. “Mandatory power hour at Rixton’s, Kie. Pope, you as well, all right? Rixton’s Cove. Let’s roll.”

He scanned the crowd for you, grinning when he landed on your less than amused face. “Y/N! Decision time, baby. Let’s go!”

“Shit,” you muttered, dropping your tray as you started running through the crowd. “Alright, fuck it!”

It was chaos. 

John B and JJ running one way, Kiara following after them. Pope followed shortly after, and you moved to follow them, shrugging your way through the sea of people. Just as you almost broke through the crowd, Sarah stepped into your path. 

It was a split second decision, and you had no time left to decide whether you were making a mistake or not. You grabbed her hand, intertwining your fingers with hers. 

“I want you to come with me.” 

“What?” 

You squeezed her hand, tugging her closer. “Come with me. We’re getting this gold, and I want you to do it with us. Fuck your friends, fuck your family, just come with us. We can figure the rest of it out later.”

You tried to tug her with you, but she held her ground. 

You looked between her and your friends who were waiting for you, all of whom were looking at you like a deer caught in headlights. 

Except for JJ…he was whooping like a maniac, cheering you on.

“We?” She asked, looking at you with wide eyes. “There’s a we?”

You smiled, feeling your heart warm at her hopeful tone. You nodded, running your thumb along the back of her hand. 

“There is if you want there to be…and I want there to be.”

She smiled, squeezing your hand tight. “Are we doing this?”

You turned to your friends, who were waiting for you with an expectant look. As security closed in on you, you yelled out to them. 

“What do you guys think? Do we need a Kook? I think we need a Kook.”

JJ grinned, motioning for you to follow. “Executive decision, I’m calling it! There’s too many Pogues here. We need a Kook!”

You grinned, tugging Sarah with you. You laughed as she tried to run in her heels, and you tried your best to hold her steady as you took off after your friends. 

“No time to explain, I’ll tell you later!” You said, running past them to the boat with Sarah in tow. “Come on!”

You couldn’t hold your laughter in as they all shrugged in agreement, following after you. You stepped into the HMS Pogue, turning around once inside. You offered your hand to Sarah, helping her into the boat. 

“Your Highness,” you bowed. “We’re gonna have to come up with a Pogue nickname for you.”

She grinned, wrapping her arms around your waist once she made it into the boat. Your friends piled in, quickly pushing off the bank and starting the engine as soon as everyone was ready. The second you made it far enough that you were sure no one was following you, all your friends turned to you. 

You flushed under their stare, keeping Sarah’s hand intertwined with yours. 

It was quiet a moment, before John B cleared his throat, motioning to you. “Alright! Since no one will ask, I will. Let’s hear the story of the Pogue and the Kook.”

You stood, speaking quickly. “I will preface this by saying that this story ends in the potential for finding the gold, which you can all thank me later for, by the way. Hold your questions till the end, children.”

Everyone rolled their eyes, and even Sarah groaned next to you as she hid her face behind you.

“Here we go!” You grinned, dramatically clearing your throat. 

“Once upon a time…”

—

A/N - Hi! Got a little carried away with this one. Don’t love the whole thing, but there are parts of this I really like so I wanted to get this out. I hope you enjoyed it! Let me know what you think :)

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[obxologies]

𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘺  𝘚𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘩 𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯

warnings: baby gays being sad 😔

requested?: no

author's note: i've been seeing these tiktoks all over and i thought it was perfect for an angsty sarah fic

y/n laid in her bed using the wall to keep herself sat up. Her legs were curled up so she could rest her book on her thighs while she read.

The sound of a text message and her phone screen lighting up took her attention away from her book. She tossed her book to the side and opened her phone seeing a message from Sarah, her best friend since first grade.

sar <3

can i come over?

y/n/n

knock when you get here

She closed her phone, tossing it to the side. She went to grab her book, but a knock at her window stopped her. She furrowed her brows seeing Sarah already outside.

"That was fast." y/n joked throwing her a small smile as she opened the window, but her lips slipped into a frown upon seeing tears streaming down Sarah's face. "What's wrong?"

Sarah lifted herself onto the window sill grabbing y/n's hand she offered to help her climb inside. She immediately wrapped her arms around y/n's waist choking back a sob.

"What happened, Sar?" y/n asked softly, brushing her fingers through her hair.

Sarah attempted to answer, but her words were quieted by her cries.

"Come on, let's lay down." y/n walked her over to her bed.

The two fell onto the bed still wrapped around each other as Sarah's grip refused to let go even as they moved around to get comfortable.

"Wanna tell me what happened?" y/n asked brushing Sarah's blonde hair out of her face.

"Topper broke up with me." Sarah said moving her head to rest on the pillow so she look up at y/n.

"Why?" y/n's brows furrowed in confusion. "I thought you guys were good."

"He got mad because I don't wanna have sex yet." Sarah said looking down.

"He doesn't deserve you, Sar." y/n wiped a few tears off of her face. "He's a jackass."

"Yeah, he is." Sarah said with a small smile which y/n reciprocated.

"You know you don't have to do anything until you want to, right?" Sarah nodded. "He can continue to go jack himself off to girls who would never even touch him if that's horny." y/n said making Sarah laugh.

"I don't know even know why I dated him to be completely honest." Sarah admitted. "Everyone said we'd be a good match, but we don't even have anything in common."

"I'm glad you're realizing that now. I never thought he deserved you." y/n told her.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Sarah asked.

"You seemed happy at first. I didn't wanna ruin it for you." y/n shrugged. Sarah looked up at her with adoring eyes.

"You look tired." y/n said running her thumb gently under her red eyes. "You should get some sleep."

"I am. Can I stay here tonight?" Sarah asked.

"You know you always can." y/n said.

Sarah cuddled back into her chest and y/n rested her chin on top of her head as she rubbed her back. Sarah sighed letting herself relax and close her eyes. y/n's actions slowly making her feel more and more tired.

"I wish you were a boy." Sarah muttered absentmindedly before falling asleep.

y/n halted her movement for a split second, surprised by Sarah's words. She frowned a bit.

"Me too." y/n whispered kissing the top of her head.

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[luversgirl]

MY OBX REC LIST, part five

( ☾ = angst, ☆ = head-canon, ❀ = fluff, ✧ = smut )

rafe cameron

— five minutes ✧ ( i- )

— need you ☾ ❀

— promises ✧ ( omfg 💀 )

— dating rafe cameron should include ☆ ❀

— silent love ( literally such a amazing series )

— don’t make a sound ✧

— the pogue and the kook ☾ ❀

— best friends little sister ✧

— midsummer’s ❀ ( this is disgusting GIVE IT TO ME NOW )

— frenemies ☾ ✧

— new light blurb: next to you ❀ ( this is so cuteeeee )

— love is a dangerous game ☾ ✧ ( THE ANGST OMFG )

— forbidden ( series )

— good luck charm ❀ ( awwww )

— naughty ✧ ( i want y/n the fawk me wtf )

— hard to love you ☾

— limousine ✧ ( the driver 👁👄👁 )

— and yet…❀

— love at sea ☾ ❀

— can’t sleep ❀

— glory and gore ✧ ( poor jj lmaooooo )

— ambivalence blurb: phases ☾ ❀ ( give me this in life rn )

— unexpected valentine ❀ ( SO MF CUTE )

— night swim ✧

— protecter ☾ ❀ (top tier work, like literally weekly reread)

jj maybank

— i will leave ☾ ( THIS!!! part 2, part 3… etc )

— strawberry ❀ ( living for this )

— scary love ☾ ❀

— mine ❀

— promise ☾ ( oh my fawking god )

— take it slow ✧

— messed up ☾ ❀

— pretty girl ❀ ☾

— for me ❀ ☾ ( someone gimme a jj rn )

— princess ❀

— sweet and salty ✧

— jumped ❀ ☾

— wrestle ✧ ☾ ( oh my lordddddddd )

— nightmares ❀ ☾

— can’t kill a pogue ☾

— underdressed ✧

— i got you ☾

— meet me at our spot ❀ ☾ ( absolutely love this )

— enough for you ☾ ( sobbing )

sarah cameron

— exposed ✧

— lifeguard ☾ ❀ ( why not meeeeeee )

— call rafe ❀

— watermelon sugar ✧ ❀

— welcome home ❀

— kook princess ✧ ( lawd, part two, LAWD )

— the little things ❀

— don’t make me over ❀

pope heyward

— rose water and bubbles ✧

— this ❀ ( idk the name but i LUV IT )

— charm bracelets ❀

— full kook ☾ ❀

— noisy neighbours ❀ ( GIVE ME THIS IN LIFE RN )

— stick shift ❀

— tutor ❀ ☾ ( this is so cuteeeeeee )

barry

— art of seduction ✧

— issues ( ik this is a rafe fic but my blueberry is there so here )

— watch you’re mouth country club ☾ ❀

— softie ❀ ( awwwwww )

— responsibility ❀

john b

— let it snow ❀

— truth or dare ✧

— sticky notes ❀ ( jarah )

— i love you ❀ ( awwww )

— you and me against the world ❀

— always ☾ ❀

— knuckle kiss ❀

— 3 am ❀ ( I CANT ITS SO 😩 )

— pogue bonfire ☾ ❀ ( why not me god? )

— lazy river ❀

— i love you ❀

kiara carrera

— fuck up the friendship ✧ ( it’s kiesarah but it’s so good )

— take care of my girl ❀

— this omfg ✧ ( the title is long for here lol )

— nsfw alphabet ✧

— facades ✧ ( LAWD )

— enough ☾ ❀

— this concept ✧ ( l- l- lord )

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[moremaybank]

-͟͟͞☆ sub!sarah cameron

warnings LMAO almost everything. fem. masturbation, fingering, pillow humping, thigh & boot riding, oral (fem. receiving), bondage, anal play, slapping, choking, tit play, scissoring, squirting, mirror sex, use of a strap-on, voyeurism (making topper watch cus i'm evil)

author's note hi i'm suffering (not really) from severe sarah brainrot rn so enjoy this

sarah masterlist

forcing sarah to make herself cum before you grant her wishes. watching her finger herself, rub at her clit vigorously. making her hump her pillow, or your thigh. making her hump your thigh high boots that she loves so much. i mean, just imagine her straddling your boot-covered foot, rutting herself against the leather while she looks up at you with doe eyes. you're stroking her hair, making her suck on your thumb and watching the show. eating her out with her hands tied so she can't grip you or try to take control of the situation. her legs are also bound to the corners of the foot of the bed, ensuring that all she can do is cry out for you and writhe around uncontrollably, unable to clench her thighs or get you to ease off of her. your mouth stays glued to her as her hips take on a mind of their own and rise off the mattress. using a vibe on her, adding your fingers or a dildo if you're feeling more evil. using said dildo to pound into her while your teeth tug and nip at her tits. teasing the puckered hole beneath her entrance and stuffing both ends of her full. hearing her begging you to make her cum when you're edging her. light smacks to her cheek, choking her and forcing her eyes on you. rubbing at her sensitive nipples, pinching them and slapping them and watching her chest jerk. enjoying the look of need on her face when her tears overwhelm her eyes. scissoring and feeling how wet she is as she soaks your pussy in her cum. riding her face and practically suffocating her until you say she's had enough. long nights where she's between your legs in front of a mirror, making her watch as she squirts over and over, soaking the mirror and the floor beneath you. leaving marks all over her with your mouth and your hands. using the strap and making her ride you or fucking her into the mattress. (bonus thought but making topper watch her cry out for it when he knows he never made her feel that way with his very real cock).

okay i'm done now mwah

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[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

Manta Rays // Sarah Cameron

request: none!

prompts: none!

summary: you’ve been in love with sarah cameron for longer than you could remember. your friends have been trying to convince you to get over her and that it would never happen, and you almost listen. but what happens when you discover your feelings aren’t as one-sided as you thought?

warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption, language

word count: 3.2k

a/n: pogue!reader, gn!reader

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Been tryna dream of you for so long I can't even remember

When I first decided your face was the one I wanted my mind to conjure

Your eyes wandered over the group of people surrounding you as you sat down on the sand at yet another kegger that your friends forcibly dragged you to. Not to say that you didn’t like spending time with them, it’s just that parties like this weren’t exactly your scene. It was loud and chaotic, and you had never been one for drinking. That should’ve been enough for you to just refuse their invite altogether, opting to sit out and spend the night on your own in your room. But there was something that always drew you in. Or rather, someone.

Sarah Cameron. The girl who you’d been in love with for longer than you could remember. Just knowing that there was even a chance that you could see her kept drawing you back to the scene that you hated over and over again. But it was all worth it just to see her.

What you wouldn’t give to be able to have a chance with her. And in another life you just might’ve gone for it. But this was reality. She was a Kook princess and you were just a Pogue. You knew that Sarah would never even spare you a second glance, and if you did ever try asking her out, there was a very good chance of her laughing in your face. You knew it would never happen, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to move on.

“Someone’s distracted. Whatcha looking at?” Kie said as she sat down beside you, trying to track your gaze.

She sighed, nudging you with her shoulder, and you knew that she had caught you staring at Sarah yet again. “Still? You know it’s not gonna happen, you’ve even said it yourself. Why don’t you at least try moving on?”

“I’ve tried. Believe me. At this point, I don’t think it’s possible. But y’know, I’m completely fine suffering in silence and daydreaming from afar. It’s not so bad actually.”

I never knew manta rays were so big 'til I got high and had to Google it

I'm not obsessed, the feeling's just there and I'm tryin' hard to forget you

Tryin' hard to forget you

Your friends all knew about your infatuation with Sarah, much to their dismay. But no matter how hard they tried to convince you to hate her like they did or to get your heart set on someone else, you just couldn’t shake your feelings for her. Was it possible to be in love with someone you’ve never even talked to?

“Look, I’m just saying that at this point, it’s kinda getting a little creepy. You’re practically obsessed with her,” JJ said.

You sighed and rolled your eyes at him. “I’m not obsessed with her. You’re making me sound all stalkerish.”

“Oh yeah? Then how would you describe it?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

You shrugged, pondering the question in your mind for a few moments. “I dunno. Love, maybe?”

Kie almost choked on her drink as she turned to look at you. “Love? Seriously? Y/n, you’ve never even talked to Sarah! I doubt she even knows that you exist. No way are you in love with her.”

You fell silent at Kie’s words, knowing that there was no point in starting an argument over this with her. She could believe whatever she wanted to, you knew how you felt. You were absolutely, head over heels, in love with Sarah Cameron. Not exactly an ideal situation, but nonetheless, you couldn’t control your feelings. And painful as your feelings may be, you still couldn’t stop that fluttery feeling deep inside you every time she crossed your mind.

Your honey voice echoes in every noise

And I know this is just how it goes

I know, I know, I know, I know

“Hey! Wait up!”

You felt your heart momentarily stop when you heard Sarah’s voice coming from behind you. You so badly wanted to turn around and look at her, but you knew how awkward that would be. Still, you felt a small smile grow on your face just from knowing that she was nearby. That would have to be enough for now.

“Hey! Y/n!”

You froze. Did you hear that correctly? Did Sarah just say your name? You knew that you must’ve heard her incorrectly, but you still couldn’t stop yourself from turning around. And lo and behold, there was Sarah, heading straight towards you. Your mind raced with questions as she reached you, feeling your head spin from how close she was.

“It is y/n, right?” she asked, slightly out of breath from jogging to catch up with you.

“Uhhh… yeah! T-that would be me.” You cursed at yourself in your head for stuttering. The first time Sarah talks to you, and you’ve already made yourself look like an idiot.

“You dropped your wallet,” Sarah said, smiling as she handed it to you.

“Huh? Oh, uhm, thank you,” you replied, awkwardness consuming your entire being.

You reached forward to grab it from her and her fingers brushed against yours, making your knees weak and your stomach tie up in knots. You could barely believe just how easily that small of a touch had you falling apart.

“No problem! See you around,” Sarah said, a cheery smile on her face as she turned around and walked away.

My therapist will tell me that it's best to let it be

But I wanna light fires, I wanna explode, I wanna be everything you want to know

“What’s got you all giddy?” John B asked, glancing over at your jittery form.

Ever since that moment earlier today with Sarah, you could barely contain your excitement. Your leg kept bouncing, and you were smiling so hard your face began to ache. You just couldn’t stop replaying that moment over and over again, her hand barely touching yours. It was such a small, insignificant action. But to you, it was everything.

“I talked to Sarah!” you blurted out, uncontrollably squealing in excitement.

“Woah, what?! Okay, when did this happen?” JJ asked, his attention suddenly fixated on you.

“So, I was walking to the store when I heard someone calling my name. And then I turn around and Sarah is walking straight towards me!”

“Huh, so she does know your name,” Kie said.

You nodded excitedly. “Yeah! Well turns out that my wallet fell out of my pocket and she was just trying to give it back to me. But when she handed it to me, our fingers touched! That was hands down the greatest moment of my entire life!”

“Wow dude, you are whipped!” JJ said, nudging you with his elbow as he laughed.

You shrugged, a lovesick smile still on your face. “Maybe. But still, I’m making progress! I mean, this is the first time I’ve ever talked to her.”

Kie sighed, draping her arm over your shoulder. “Only because you dropped your wallet. I wouldn’t get too excited over that.”

You simply smiled in response. “Progress!”

But it's all for you, it's

All for you, it's

All for you, it's

Always for you

“Woah! You did what now?” Scarlet asked, staring at Sarah in shock.

“I stole their wallet so I could give it back to them!” Sarah sighed, resting her chin on her hands. “It’s insane, I know. But I just couldn’t figure out another way to talk to them. I didn’t wanna like come on too strong.”

Scarlet huffed, rolling her eyes. “Sarah, you need to get over this little school girl crush. They’re a Pogue, you can do so much better than that. What about Topper? He’s practically obsessed with you.”

Sarah shrugged, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Topper’s fine and all, but honestly, he’s kind of an asshole. And y/n is just so different. I’ve never met anyone like them before. They’re just so free, I can’t help but want to know more about them.”

“Look, all I’m saying is that if you associate with the wrong kind, certain people are going to get really upset.”

Sarah scoffed. “What, like Rafe? I don’t give a crap about how he feels. He can’t control me or my life, and if he has a problem with me liking y/n, he can go take it up with someone who actually cares.”

“Alright, I’m just warning you. Be careful, there’s all different kinds of freaks over on The Cut. You spend too much time over there, you're gonna get hurt.”

“Y/n’s not like the rest of them. They’re… perfect,” Sarah said, a dreamy smile overtaking her face.

It's all for you, it's

Never not for you, it's

All for you, it's

Still all for you

You practically clung to Kie’s side as your eyes nervously wandered the Island Club. You had all but begged her to invite you to Midsummer’s, knowing that you would definitely see Sarah here. But you hadn’t thought about just how out of place you feel at a fancy party, surrounded by Kooks who all eyed you judgingly.

You were in an outfit that was way too fancy for your liking, and probably cost more than your last paycheck. Kie had managed to convince her parents to buy it for you under the guise that you were going as her date. It took a lot of effort for Kie to convince you to even wear it, but you drew the line at the fancy shoes that you were supposed to wear with it, opting to wear your old beat-up converse instead.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Sarah said, smiling as she approached you.

Your face instantly grew warm as you blushed, both the unexpected attention and Sarah’s stunning appearance flustering you instantly.

“Not to come off as rude or anything, but why are you here? This doesn’t exactly seem like your style,” Sarah asked.

You would normally be offended by someone asking you a question like that, but with Sarah you could tell that there wasn’t any malice behind her words. She was just genuinely curious as to why you were somewhere so far from your normal setting. You couldn’t fight off your smile as you looked back at her.

“Oh, uhm, Kie invited me. Not sure why though, she practically dragged me here,” you said, trying your best to play it cool.

In actuality, the whole reason you were at this stupid party in the first place was to see Sarah, but you couldn’t say that without coming off as a creep. What she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.

“Not to be too forward or anything, but do you wanna get out of here? You look really uncomfortable. I know of a hideaway around here, shouldn’t be too crowded.”

Before your mind could even catch up to your body, you were nodding. Sarah smiled brightly and grabbed your hand, leading you through the crowd to an unoccupied porch that was far away from the commotion of the party. It was quiet. Peaceful. Just you and her. And it was the most magical thing you had ever experienced.

Wanna be your shining pearl, your one in the world, the type you wanna lean on

Wish I were something suited for that

“Everything okay?” Sarah asked, snapping you out of your faroff daze.

“Yeah, everything’s great. It’s just… a few days ago I didn’t even think you knew my name and now you're whisking me away from a party. It’s all kinda strange. But not in a bad way! I guess I’m just kinda confused is all.”

Sarah smiled awkwardly, a hint of a blush tinting her cheeks. “I guess I was just trying to find a way to talk to you. Just didn’t really know how.”

You smiled, feeling your stomach tie itself in knots. “You wanted to talk to me? Why?”

She laughed nervously, her gaze flitting away from you. “I just want to know more about you. You seem so carefree, so sure of yourself. You’re so different from all of my friends. I guess something just drew me to you.”

You felt your cheeks heat up in a blush as you looked down at the floor, her sweet words flustering you. Sarah stepped closer to you, and you felt her fingers under your chin, tilting your head back up to look at her. It felt like everything around you slowed as you took in every single detail of this moment. You had never been so close to her before. Somehow, she looked even more beautiful from up close.

She moved the hand she had on your chin to rest against your cheek, and you could’ve sworn that your heart stopped at that very moment. Something about being so close to her and having her touch you, it was all so magical. You would’ve been convinced you were dreaming if not for the gentle feeling of her breath against your skin as she leaned closer to you. Your mind could barely process what was happening, and before you knew it, her lips were on yours. And it was like everything else around you disappeared, and nothing else mattered except for you and her.

I skip every song that won't remind me of you 'cause if it doesn't

It's not worth the time, I wish I had more time with you

“Sarah! Where are you?” a voice called from behind you, startling the two of you and forcing you to pull apart.

Sarah’s eyes widened as she looked over your shoulder. “It’s Rafe. I- I should go. I don’t want him to see…” she trailed off, but you knew what she was about to say.

“You don’t want him to see you with me. That’s what you were going to say, wasn’t it?” Your face fell as you took in her slightly panicked expression. Maybe she really was ashamed to be seen with you.

Sarah quickly shook her head. “No! It’s not that, really it’s not. He’s just so judgemental, and he hates Pogues. I don’t want him to say something to upset you. I’m really sorry, but I have to go.”

You reached out and grabbed her hand to stop her after she started to walk away. “Hold on, shouldn’t we talk about this? It doesn’t have to be right now, but I don’t want this to be a one time thing. I really really like you, Sarah. I don’t want whatever this is to be over before it even started.”

Sarah smiled and walked back over to you, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “I’ll find you later, and we can talk about everything. But I really have to go now. I’ll see you around.”

You stood there as she walked away, still in awe from everything that had just happened. Sarah Cameron, the girl you had been in love with for years, had kissed you. It was better than you ever could’ve dreamed, and you couldn’t wait to see her again.

I wanna be your everything

Wanna be more than what I am in general

Don't tell me that this means anything

I promise I understand

It had been a few weeks since Midsummer’s, and suddenly you and Sarah had started hanging out more and more. Somehow, whatever this relationship that you had with her was had ended up being kept a secret. It was kind of exhilarating in a way, sneaking around together and climbing through each other’s windows. It almost felt like a forbidden romance, despite being not so forbidden. And as much fun as sneaking around with her was, you wanted more.

You wanted something real. You wanted to be able to tell your friends about her and to be able to call her your girlfriend. You wanted a real relationship with the girl of your dreams, but the longer things stayed a secret, the more unsure you became about whether she actually wanted all of that too. Maybe you weren’t all that far off thinking that she was ashamed to be with you.

You laid on your bed, Sarah’s head resting against your chest and your fingers intertwined with hers. You couldn’t help but smile as you looked down at her. Sometimes it still felt like you were living in a dream. But you knew that you had to wake up sometime.

“Hey, Sarah?” you asked, pulling her attention to you as she sat up to face you.

“Yeah?”

You sat up too, pulling your hand away from hers, not missing the way her smile faltered at the action.

“What are we? I mean, I know that there’s something going on between us, but I’m just not sure what. You say that you want me, and yet we’re still keeping whatever this is hidden. I just want to know if I’m wasting my time or not.”

She smiled softly and reached out to grab your hand again. “You’re definitely not wasting your time. I do want this, and I do want you. I just wasn’t sure if you’d want to go public about it. My friends aren’t exactly the nicest towards Pogues, I just didn’t want you getting hurt.”

“Sarah, I don’t care what your friends think of me. You’re all that I care about. And I want to be with you, no matter what anyone else says.”

“Is this your way of asking me to be your girlfriend?”

You smiled and kissed that back of her hand. “I guess that depends. Would you say yes?”

But it's all for you, it's

All for you, it's

All for you, it's

Always for you

“Where is y/n? They’re never this late!” Pope said, opening his phone to check if you had texted him.

“Chill out man. They probably just overslept,” JJ said, nudging Pope with his elbow.

“I don’t know, I mean this is so-,” Pope said, only for you to inadvertently cut him off.

“Hey guys! Sorry I’m so late! I had to pick up someone. Speaking of which, this is Sarah, my girlfriend,” you said, smiling brightly as you walked over to your friends, hand-in-hand with Sarah.

“No fucking way,” JJ said, looking over at the two of you in disbelief.

“Hi!” Sarah said, waving awkwardly as your friends all gawked at her. She leaned over and whispered to you, “Why are they all staring at me?”

“Probably because they don’t believe that we’re actually together,” you replied, laughing softly at the dumbfounded looks on your friends’ faces.

“Do you blame us? You’ve talked about her nonstop for years, and all of a sudden you’re together! It’s a little hard to take in,” Kie said, still looking between you and Sarah in shock.

“Years, huh?” Sarah asked, a teasing smile on her face.

“Oh, shut up! She’s over exaggerating,” you said, glaring daggers at Kie who just burst out laughing at your response.

“No, it’s fine. I’ve been dreaming about you for years too,” Sarah said with a smile, leaning in to kiss you.

Even after all this time, you still couldn’t believe that you finally had her. It still always felt like a dream. But this time you were sure that you were never going to wake up.

It's all for you, it's

Never not for you, it's

All for you, it's

Still all for you

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The Greatest of Luxuries - Sarah Cameron x Reader

Dear Reader Duology: Part 1, Part 2

Summary: Your relationship with Sarah isn't new. Far from it. You love your girlfriend more than anything, just as you know that she loves you. But this new trend of her being almost...embarrassed to be around you? That is new. For fuck's sake...she dropped your fucking hand.

Word Count: 3.7k+

TWs/CWs: She/her pronouns used, adult/profane language, descriptions of relationship issues/relationship deterioration, mentions of a sick family member (not super specific or drawn out)

Note: I had to just throw this out there and be done working on it so sorry if it's bad lolz. Part 1 of the Sarah Cameron installment of the Dear Reader duology series I have going on here on Tumblr. I was inspired to pick this back up because I saw Ms Swift last weekend and was reminded how much I love Dear Reader. Plus, it's pride. So go lesbians, go. Part 2 of Sarah's should come up very, very shortly. And if I'm lucky I'll get Kie's out before pride month is over.

Your relationship was not new. You’d been dating Sarah Cameron for over two years now. You knew that your girlfriend cared about you immensely. She’d never been hesitant to show it before. In fact, she’d always been touchy and doting, going well out of her way to make you feel special. The first time that Sarah had kissed you in the middle of the conversation, you felt like the luckiest girl in the world. Truly. And the way that she smiled at you afterward and told you that she thought you’d never be interested? She had you. Hook, line, and sinker. So, in truth, the past two years had been nothing short of bliss. Even when there were rocky times, even when you were fighting, you two were strong together. And you loved her. You really did. More than anything.

So no, the relationship was not new. But this? This…this was.

Over the past few weeks—nearly a month now, actually, when you thought about it—Sarah had been acting…strangely. She was far less touchy, a fair bit more distant, less attentive, harder to get a hold of. In essence, she was displaying the whole arsenal of warning signs that something was going horribly wrong in your relationship. Except you couldn’t place what it was. Couldn’t think even slightly of what could’ve caused it. The first week you convinced yourself that you were crazy…just imagining things. The second week she canceled plans on you twice, citing an emergency with Kiara…who then called you half an hour later asking if you wanted to hang out with her because JJ was sick and she was bored. So, at that point, you knew you definitely weren’t crazy and that she was hiding things from you. It made you physically ill to think about so you pushed it away. You hadn’t confronted Sarah for the lies she’d told the week prior. You hadn’t said anything about you hanging out with Kie the week before when she was supposedly doing the same. You hadn’t even made a comment about how weird she’d been acting. You’d been giving her space like you knew she needed. You’d been letting her breathe, not suffocating her like she so obviously hated in her prior relationships.

But, that all brought you to the third week of this incessant hell. To this week. And you felt like you were going crazy and you couldn’t even say anything about it. The churning anxiety in your gut seemed unending. You were a strong, adult woman. By legal and literal standards you should be able to get through this. Or, at least talk to your friends to get help getting through this. But you were keenly aware that this wasn’t something you wanted to broach. It wasn’t something that you wanted to talk about. That’d make it more real. The last thing you needed was to make this worse on yourself. But, it didn’t matter what you wanted. Because this was starting to take a real, substantial toll on you. You were losing sleep at this point which just felt stupid and you felt like there was no one you could turn to. Your appetite was tanking, your focus was shit. And while normally you’d turn to your girlfriend in times of woe, this time, she was the one causing the upset.

There was no way to win.

Despite this, you did your best to remain as normal as possible when you were around anyone else. From Sarah herself, to your friends, to your parents and co-workers, you made painstaking efforts to appear like nothing was wrong. You knew it wasn’t exactly the healthiest of coping mechanisms to completely ignore the problem. But, it was all you could bring yourself to do right now. The only solace you found was in the back room at your workplace. Your parents were the premier florists in the Outer Banks. Their flower shop was a family business that stretched back three generations now on the island as insane as that felt. Standing in the back, tending to the blooms, and making bouquets were the only times that you felt like you could completely shut down the madness of your brain. Even so, a shift could only last so long. Especially without making other people suspicious of why you were working so much.

After the ten-hour shift you’d been on closing your parents’ shop, you could only be grateful that it was summer, so the sun was still shining pretty damn brightly when you headed out at 8 that evening. You made your way to the apartment that you shared with Sarah, a strange sort of dread pooling in your stomach that you did everything to ignore, and felt exhaustion coil around your very being as if trying to choke the life out of you. You trudged up the stairs, trying to paint on the most composed look you could, and unlocked the door, stepping in.

“Hey,” you heard from behind you as you closed the door. You nearly jumped, startled at the presence, and turned your head.

“Hey, Sar,” you greeted with a half-smile as you skirted around her to place your bag and keys down. You took your shoes off and made to go into the kitchen when you noticed her staring at you. You stopped dead and looked at her. “What?”

Sarah’s face contorted in a grimace for a moment. “Did you forget?” she asked, sounding almost hesitant.

The words felt like a punch to the gut. You took a long, measured breath in and looked at her. “Forget what?” I asked cautiously.

She sighed, looking down. “Never mind,” she murmured.

“No, angel, no. What’s up?” I asked. The words felt forced, exhausted. I felt like I could crawl into a hole and sleep for a year or thirty five and would still wake up tired.

“John B’s party is tonight in less than an hour. We’re supposed to be going together,” she said, staring at her hands as she played with her fingers, avoiding eye contact. “Don’t worry about it. You had a long day. I can go alone.”

That stung even more. “No,” you said immediately, an ugly combination of angry jealousy burning in your stomach at the thought. She’d been spending more than enough time with John B lately, as bitter as it was to think so. The last thing you wanted was a night of her hanging out with all your friends—including her ex—at a party while you sulked at home just because you were tired. “I’ll go with you, Sar. Of course I will. Sorry that I forgot it was tonight. Just been busy.” You ran your hand through your hair. “It’s at the beach right?”

Sarah gave you a bright smile that, for a moment, convinced you things were normal. “Yeah,” she said, nodding. She moved forward and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, body pressed flush against yours. Habitually, your arms wrapped around her kissing her back and hugging her. The pair of you remained in the embrace for a few moments even after you broke the kiss. You could hear the smile on her voice as she spoke again. “Thanks for coming. Feel like we haven’t been able to do anything in forever.”

“Yeah,” you said, struggling to keep your voice from cracking. “I know.” You inhaled shortly. “Of course. I’ll go wherever you want me to. Okay?”

“I love you,” she said, reaching a hand up to trace your cheekbone delicately. She looked into your eyes and you, again, remembered why it was so easy to love Sarah so goddamn much. You gave her a half smile and broke away, knowing that the longer she looked at you the more likely it’d be that she’d see just how upset you were. “Hey…you okay, peach? Something wrong?” The nickname made you nauseous. And if you had less control over yourself, you were sure you’d have already devolved into tears.

“No, I’m okay,” you denied, shaking your head. “Just gotta get changed.”

Sarah frowned. “You sure? You’ve been quiet this week,” she said.

You nodded again, resisting the urge to laugh at the hypocrisy of that statement. She’d have to have been around more to know if you’d been quiet that week. “I’m sure, Sarah,” you assured her, tone falling just a touch flat. “Just been busy, that’s all. And I don’t wanna make us late. So just give me like twenty minutes to clean myself up.”

To her credit, at this moment, Sarah was being her normal self. Her attentive, doting self. The self that had been gone all month. “As long as you’re sure,” she said, sounding unsure herself.

Instead of replying, you nodded and fled to the bathroom. And in the bathroom, you spent a few minutes pulling yourself together emotionally before getting your shit together physically so you could leave. And 20 minutes later, after changing into more casual-party-on-the-beach appropriate attire and throwing some stuff in your bag, you were ready to leave.

“Wait, did you eat anything for dinner yet? Do we need to stop?” Sarah asked, pausing as you were gathering your bags.

“I’m set. Why? Are you hungry?” you asked, not glancing back at her as you finished fiddling with your bag.

Sarah paused. “No. I’m okay,” she said eventually.

You looked up again. “You sure, baby?” you asked, reaching out your hand to rub up and down her arm.

At that, Sarah smiled. She melted into your touch a little and nodded. “I’m sure, yeah. John B will probably have something there if we need it. If not we can head out early and grab something,” she said. She gave you a cheesy grin and an exaggerated wink and you couldn’t help but laugh a little. Your heart lightened a bit as you laughed and Sarah practically beamed at the sound that she hadn’t been hearing much of the past few weeks.

You offered her your hand. “Ready to go, love?” you asked her.

She took it. “With you? Absolutely,” she said, squeezing your joint hands.

“Who is actually going, again?” you asked as you got into your car ready to drive over to John B’s where you would park before going to the beach.

“Uhh, the usual. Kie and JJ. Pope and Cleo. John B. I think maybe some other people. Didn’t really ask this time,” Sarah replied, shrugging as she pulled down the visor in the car to adjust her lip gloss. She looked over at you and smiled. “Why? Do you want something bigger? Smaller?”

“Nah, nah, I’m good,” you replied, laughing slightly as you backed out of your spot, starting towards John B’s on the road. “Just curious. Haven’t been able to hang with everyone in a while. Hoping it was gonna be the whole group, is all.”

Absent-mindedly, Sarah reached out and grabbed your hand, nodding at your words. Then, as you began your drive, she began to talk about her day, catching you up on some of the stuff she’d done and dealt with. You listened attentively, feeling some of the stress melt away as you finally got to spend a tiny sliver of alone time with the woman that you loved. It was, for the time being, peaceful. Relaxing. You felt like a calmer, fixed sort of future might be truly possible. The way that she rubbed her thumb along your hand as you held lovingly onto each other. The way that she looked over at you with a soft, adoring expression. The way that she leaned over and casually fixed a piece of hair that had gone rogue from how you’d styled it earlier. All of it was the Sarah that you knew and loved.

Even as you parked the car, you felt like you could’ve been floating on Cloud 9. When you parked and got out of the car, Sarah came quickly around the car, all but pressing you against the door to kiss you breathless. She then dutifully smiled, fixing the lip gloss that she’d transferred over to your lips, then hers again. After that, with a cheeky grin on her face, she linked hands with you again and started pulling you towards the beach. You walked in amiable silence from John B’s property line all the way to the edge of the beach. As you breached the tree line you could see your friends all sat around a bonfire that would, doubtlessly, steadily grow throughout the night.

Kie was the first to spot the pair of you, crying out a loud cheer. That prompted all attention over towards you two as you approached. As everyone’s attention turned, Sarah dropped your hand. Not casually. Not unnoticeably. But, she practically threw your hand away from hers and stepped a few inches away. You audibly heard your breath catch in your throat and felt your face fall. The only reason that Sarah didn’t was that she called back an equally boisterous, loud hello. Sarah practically started running towards your friends and you were left to pick up the shattered pieces of your heart and pride that had been scattered together along the sand of the beach from a tiny, stupid fucking action. Largely, the group didn’t seem to notice the way that you faltered. Not at all. But, you could tell that Kie and JJ were looking at you real funny for a moment there.

When you walked over to them, Sarah was already talking to everyone as if she’d been there all night. And she practically threw herself into hugging everyone. JJ and Kie. Then Pope and Cleo. Then John B. It wasn’t hard to guess which one would last the longest. And you hated the way that your brain lingered on the hug between Sarah and her ex. You knew she didn’t have feelings for John B. At least…not anymore. At least you thought she didn’t. Refusing to linger, you pasted a smile on again and greeted your friends too in turn giving short hugs that you excused away by being tired.

As JJ brought you into a hug, one of the last two you were giving one to, he held you for a moment longer. “You good?” he murmured seriously, low so no one else could hear.

“Yeah, J. I’m good,” you replied, tired. You shrugged when you pulled back, not meeting his eye. You knew full well that he’d call you out for lying, regardless of who it was in front of. You pretended to stretch your back for a moment to cover the obvious avoidance and then gave him a lazy grin. “You good, man?”

“Yeah. I’m fine,” JJ said, voice flat and unimpressed. Even without seeing your face, he knew damn well something was really off.

“Hey,” Kie greeted, interrupting before JJ could say something else. She brought you into a tight, warm, lingering hug, refusing to let you pull away. “Haven’t seen you in forever. Where the hell have you been?”

“Flower shop has been busy,” you said, shrugging. “Not gonna leave my parents hanging. You get it.”

“You and those damn flowers,” Kie laughed, hugging you tightly still. You found yourself relaxing into her arms and hugging her tightly back, some of your tension decreasing again.

“I just care about the dahlias,” you joked.

Kie groaned, bumping your hip with hers, loosening her grip just a little while she grinned. “Trust me we know you love your dahlias,” she said.

“Hey,” Sarah said, practically materializing by your side.

You jumped slightly and turned, Kie’s arms falling. Sarah looked unhappy, brow puckered as if she just tasted something particularly gross. You reached out to take her hand and she pulled it back, making it look natural even though everything about the movement was anything but. And you knew it from the way her shoulder jerked, even if her arm didn’t betray it.

“What’s wrong, babe?” you asked her, struggling to keep the hurt from your voice, but miraculously managing.

“Can you and JJ go get some wood for the fire while we start to get it growing,” Sarah requested, a sweet but strained smile on her face.

You raised a brow looking over at the fire. It was blazing strong and high, burning brightly. And there was a small pile of wood next to it too, ready to be thrown in when needed. You felt your heart stutter. You pursed your lips even as you nodded, patting JJ’s shoulder so he didn’t make a snarky comment.

“Yeah, sure,” you said shortly. You craned your head towards JJ. “Let’s go man.”

“I’ll come with you,” Kie said, suddenly, looping arms with both JJ and you before pulling you in the direction of the woods you’d practically just emerged from. You frowned but let yourself get pulled along, a fake smile slipping off your face with each step, leaving nothing behind. When you were a few paces behind Kie looked over at you, and you refused to look back. “What the hell was that about?”

“Nah, what the hell was any of that?” JJ added. “Why is Sarah acting so weird right now? Fuck’s that about?”

“Not a clue,” you replied, shrugging, pulling away from the pair of them to move a few paces ahead. You ran a hand frustrated on the back of your neck then shook your head. “This is so…whatever.” Again, you shook your head and cleared your throat. “Don’t even worry about it. Just some weird shit, guys.”

You saw them exchange a glance out of the corner of your eye, but you steadfastly ignored it, refusing to let yourself even acknowledge it. Deny, deny, deny. That was the ongoing chorus in the back of your head as you kept walking. Kiara said your name in a tone that you were all too familiar with. In a tone that dictated she would get an answer out of you whether you liked it or not. You slowed your steps, hands balled into fists at your side. You turned your head over your shoulder.

“Kiara,” you said, voice cool.

“Talk to us,” she said.

The beeping of your phone from your pocket saved you from having to answer immediately. You shook your head, frustrated, and tore your phone from your pocket, starting to unlock it. “Nothing to say,” you mumbled. Your mother had texted you. Repeatedly. Within minutes. Your eyes narrowed and you then widened as you read the words. “Oh my…” You blinked rapidly at the news.

“What’s up?” JJ asked, sounding deeply concerned at the sudden change in my affect. You didn’t answer, just re-reading the texts over and over and over again, trying to force them to sink into your brain. JJ said your name twice and still you didn’t answer. You felt Kie and JJ both at your shoulder, reading the texts over them.

“Shit,” Kie muttered. “I’m sorry.”

“I gotta go,” you replied, shoving the phone in your pocket and shaking your head.

“Hey, hey, wait,” JJ said, catching your arm. “You good to even drive? Do you want me to run and get Sarah?”

“No,” you said, extracting your arm immediately from his grip. “Don’t ruin her night. I don’t fucking care. I’m good. I gotta go.”

“Do you want us to tell her?” Kiara called as you started to rush towards your car.

“Don’t care,” you called back immediately, body feeling cool.

You got into your car, calling your mom as you peeled off of John B’s property as you started racing towards not your apartment but the ferry. When your mom answered, you heard not a greeting first but her chattering rapidly on the other end of the line sounding exhausted.

“Mom?” you called.

“Honey, you got ten minutes to get on the last ferry of the night,” she replied.

“What happened?” you asked.

“Your aunt collapsed. It’s not looking good,” she said quietly.

You cursed. “I’ll be at the dock in five,” you said. “Are you guys with her? At the hospital?”

“Yeah,” your mom replied. “We’ll see you soon, honey. Is Sarah with you?”

“No, Sar’s not. She’s in the middle of something. I haven’t told her. I gotta go. I love you, Mom,” you said shakily.

“Love you too. Drive safe,” she said firmly. You could tell there would be more questions in the realm of Sarah later, but you knew that your aunt would take precedence. You shook your head and started driving, hands shaking even as you held the wheel in a death grip. Your phone started to ring again. And on your car’s dash, you saw Sarah’s name and contact picture show up. You shook your head and declined the call, immediately putting your phone on airplane mode for the moment.

By some sort of miracle, you got to the dock in time and got yourself a ticket before the boat left for the mainland. On the boat, you turned off airplane mode, switching it to Do Not Disturb, making it so that none of your friends could contact you. So that Sarah couldn’t contact you. As you did so, you got rid of the notifications that remained. The last was a double text from Sarah.

My love, you’re scaring me. I hate to think that you’re out there overwhelmed like this and that you’re alone.

Please talk to me, peach.

You loved her. You did. You loved her more than anything. But the past month had been too much. And if you weren’t enough for her anymore like her actions had been suggesting? Well, then this was a good excuse to get the fuck out of the Outer Banks and get your head back on straight. To figure out what you want if things aren’t going to work out with her.

All you could do was take out your phone and fire off a single text of your own. To Kie, not to Sarah.

Tell her not to come.

You put your phone away.

You’d waited all month for Sarah to talk to you. It was her turn to wait now. Your family would come first. And if that meant that your relationship would end? If that meant that you’d be the one in the wrong? Then whatever.

Deny, deny fucking, deny.

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Unspoken Feelings - JJ

JJ Maybank x fem!reader

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It was another lazy summer day on the Outer Banks, and the Pogues had gathered at John B's place. The sun was blazing, and the scent of saltwater hung in the air as the gang kicked back into the living room. John B was sprawled on the couch, scrolling through his phone, while Pope and Kiara were engrossed in a debate about advanced mathematics. JJ Maybank sat with a smirk playing on his lips, glancing over at you, Y/N, who was seated on the floor, fiddling with a seashell necklace.

"Y/N, you believe that nonsense Pope's spewing about advanced mathematics?" JJ teased, a playful gleam in his eyes.

You shot him a mock glare. "JJ, you wouldn't know a differential equation from a Sudoku puzzle."

Pope chimed in, grinning. "She makes a valid point, JJ. Math is the language of the universe and can be incredibly fascinating."

JJ rolled his eyes dramatically. "Alright, alright, Ms. Mathematician. I'll take your word for it."

As the day wore on, the group migrated to the beach, and a spontaneous bonfire was set up. The warm glow of the fire danced in JJ's eyes as he stared at the flames, lost in thought. You sat next to him, and there was an unspoken connection between the two of you.

Pope noticed the tension and decided to intervene. "So, JJ, when are you going to make your move on someone special?"

JJ blinked, caught off guard. "What? Who said anything about that?"

Pope grinned knowingly. "Come on, we can all see it."

You couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, but you hid it behind a smile. "I'm on board with Pope. You should go for it."

John B, always the mediator, added his two cents. "Seriously, JJ, you should just go for it. Life's too short to play it safe."

JJ looked at you, his eyes searching for something. "Y/N, what do you think?"

You took a deep breath, trying to suppress your feelings. "I think you should follow your heart."

JJ's gaze lingered on you for a moment, and then he turned to the group. "Alright, guys, I'll take your advice."

The banter continued, and the night wore on. As you all sat around the fire, it became clear that there were unspoken feelings between JJ and the subject of his affections, and between JJ and you. The group's playful teasing had given JJ the push he needed to confront his emotions.

As the night deepened and the bonfire's flames waned, the Pogues remained nestled on the beach, their bonds growing stronger with each passing moment. The evening had deepened their friendships, and unspoken emotions lingered just beneath the surface.

JJ cleared his throat and looked at Kiara. "Kie, could I talk to you for a moment?"

Everyone shared a confused glance at each other, wondering what was going on. Pope and John B exchanged sly smirks and whispered, "Ohh," and "Ohh, damn, that was fast," thinking that JJ was about to confess his feelings to Kiara.

Kiara, equally perplexed, shrugged and said, "Yeah, sure," as she got up, her eyes briefly meeting yours in a puzzled glance.

As JJ and Kiara moved a little farther away from the group, Pope, John B, and you exchanged puzzled glances. It was clear that the two of them were having a private conversation. The night held a promise of unexpected revelations, and the Pogues were about to find out whether their assumptions about JJ and his feelings were correct or if something else entirely was in the air.

Pope raised an eyebrow and quipped, "Well, that was unexpected."

John B chuckled, sharing a knowing look with you. "Yeah, we thought JJ was going to ask you, Y/N."

You raised your eyebrows in surprise. "What? No way, never. JJ and I are just friends, nothing more than that."

Pope and John B shared a smirk, and Pope replied, "Well, you know what they say, 'friends to lovers' can make for a great story."

John B nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it's not uncommon for close friends to discover deeper feelings for each other."

You rolled your eyes playfully, still not convinced. "Guys, trust me, there's nothing like that between us."

The three of you continued to watch JJ and Kiara, curious about the outcome of their conversation. The night was still young, and the Pogues were about to discover what secrets lay beneath the surface of their unspoken feelings. 

As JJ and Kiara rejoined the group, JJ looking slightly flustered and Kiara grinning, the anticipation in the air was palpable. The group had eagerly awaited the outcome of their private conversation.

Pope couldn't resist a sly grin. "So, what's the verdict? Are we in for some dramatic love story?"

JJ sighed and shook his head, a hint of frustration in his voice. "No, it's not what you all think. We were just talking about something else."

Kiara chimed in. "Yeah, nothing romantic, I promise."

You exchanged a knowing glance with Pope and John B, who seemed a bit disappointed that their theories hadn't panned out. Nonetheless, you decided to make the most of the night and keep the atmosphere light.

"Alright," you declared, breaking the brief silence. "I'm bored. Should we play truth or dare?"

The group readily agreed, and the night took an unexpected turn. Here are some of the truths and dares that followed:

**Truth:** John B confessed his most embarrassing moment, involving a mishap with a surfboard during a competition.

**Dare:** Pope was dared to serenade a random passerby with a song, leaving everyone in stitches as he attempted to sing a love ballad.

**Truth:** Kiara revealed her biggest fear, which turned out to be spiders, much to everyone's amusement.

**Dare:** JJ had to do a cartwheel on the beach, showing surprising gymnastic skills that drew cheers and applause.

As the game continued, secrets were revealed, and laughter filled the night. 

Later on, Pope, with a mischievous grin, turned to you and asked, "Truth or dare, Y/N?"

You contemplated for a moment and then replied, "Truth."

Pope and John B shared a glance and smiled deviously. Pope, not one to hold back, posed a daring question, "Do you have feelings for someone?"

You looked up, and for a moment, it felt like you had stopped breathing. You hesitated before responding, "Hm... no."

Pope rolled his eyes playfully and said, "Y/N, no lying."

You countered with a hint of defiance, "And how do you know I'm lying?"

"It's obvious, so answer the question, yes or no," Pope insisted.

After a brief pause, you admitted, "Yes. Are you happy now?"

Pope smiled warmly and responded, "Yes, I'm happy."

JJ, who had been observing this exchange with a curious expression, couldn't help but think that there might be something more going on between you and Pope. It seemed like he had missed something important, and the mystery added another layer of intrigue to the night.

"Have I missed something?" JJ asked, pointing at Pope and you, his curiosity piqued.

You and Pope exchanged alarmed glances and quickly blurted out, almost in unison, "Oh God, no!" and "Never in a million years!"

Your fiery refusals startled both Pope and you, making you look at each other in surprise. The tension in the air was palpable as you both stood up, now face to face.

Pope couldn't help but challenge, "What do you mean by 'Oh God, no?'" He stood up and pointed a finger in your direction.

You, not one to back down, retorted, "What do YOU mean by 'Never in a million years?'" You also stood up, mirroring Pope's defiant stance.

John B attempted to get in between the two of you to defuse the escalating situation. "Hey, hey, calm down, guys. Let's not make this a bigger deal than it is."

The bonfire's glow illuminated the charged atmosphere, and the group watched in fascination as the unexpected exchange between you and Pope unfolded, with JJ trying to make sense of what he might have missed.

Amid the tension, John B's voice broke through, trying to keep the peace. "We're all friends here."

JJ, sensing the rising tension, chimed in with a hint of mischief. "Come on, guys, don't be so defensive. If there's something going on, it's okay to admit it."

You and Pope shared another glance, this time more embarrassed, and you both slowly eased down, dropping your confrontational postures.

Pope spoke first, trying to defuse the situation with a wry smile. "JJ, you've got it all wrong. We were just caught off guard by the question, that's all."

You nodded in agreement, "Yeah, just a surprise question. Nothing more."

Kiara, satisfied that the tension was dissipating, suggested with a chuckle. "Well, maybe we can change the topic and continue our game of truth or dare?"

After you had excused yourself and headed home due to exhaustion, Pope, after a few more minutes, followed suit. He discreetly slipped away from the group, leaving the bonfire behind.

JJ couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as he noticed your departure and then Pope's. He leaned over to John B and said, "Yeah, definitely not suspicious at all."

John B chuckled and replied, "Well, they must be really tired. Let's not read too much into it."

As the night continued, the remaining Pogues enjoyed the bonfire and shared stories. The departures of you and Pope seemed to be a minor blip in an otherwise enjoyable evening. 

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After you and Pope had left the bonfire, you walked a bit ahead, feeling Pope's presence behind you. Turning to him, you playfully asked, "You following me now?"

Pope chuckled, though there was a hint of frustration in his voice. "I'm not, even if it looks like it."

He then gently turned you around by your shoulders and continued, "Look, what I tried to do there was—"

But he got interrupted by your response. "I know, Pope. It was just—"

Pope interrupted you, his words pouring out with exasperation, "No, shut up. You don't know anything. I tried to make it obvious that you liked JJ back there so he could make a move. It's so tiring to watch you both having feelings for each other yet being too dumb to make a move. I was just so tired, so I tried to help you out, but I just made a bigger mess."

You blinked, taking in the flood of words. "Damn, that was a lot to take in," you said with a chuckle. "Thank you, Pope, truly. But JJ doesn't have feelings for me. If he did, then he wouldn't talk to Kie after you told him to make a move on his crush."

Pope sighed, realizing that things were more complicated than he had thought. He appreciated your honesty and gave a small nod. "Alright, Y/N, if you say so. But if you ever need help, you know I've got your back."

You smiled, appreciating Pope's concern and friendship. As the two of you walked back to your respective places, the complex web of emotions among the Pogues continued to unfold.

You and Pope walked together, you both knew that your homes were just a short distance apart. The night was calm.

As you approached your respective homes, you turned to Pope and smiled. "Well, Pope, it's time for me to say goodnight. See you around."

Pope returned your smile. "Goodnight, Y/N. Sleep well."

With a friendly wave, you parted ways, each heading to your own home. The night in the Outer Banks was quiet.

As you returned home, you settled into your space, feeling the comfort of your familiar surroundings. It was a peaceful moment, and you had just started to unwind when your phone chimed with a message.

You glanced at the screen to see that it was a text from JJ. He was asking if you and Pope were in a relationship. You hesitated for a moment, torn between being honest and your reasons for not discussing it with JJ. In the end, you decided to be truthful, even though it wasn't the most comfortable conversation to have.

With a deep breath, you typed your response, "No, JJ, we're not in a relationship. It's not what you think."

Sending the message, you hoped that your explanation would help clear any misunderstanding, even though the conversation was a bit more complex than you had anticipated. JJ's reply came shortly after.

 He typed, "Okay, thanks for being honest. It's just that things seemed a bit strange tonight, but if it's not what I thought, then that's cool."

You felt a mix of relief and unease as you read his message. It was clear that JJ had sensed something amiss during the evening, and while your response had clarified things, there was still a sense of unspoken tension in the air.

Feeling a need for more honesty, you typed your response to JJ, "But what if we were?"

The question hung in the air, and you knew that it had the potential to change everything. JJ's response was filled with surprise and a hint of confusion. 

"Wait, you mean you and Pope? I didn't see that coming. Are you saying there's something between you two?"

You asked JJ, "Would you be happy if we were in a relationship? Me and Pope?"

The question hung in the air, and the future of your friendships seemed to hang in the balance.

JJ's response was a mix of surprise and thoughtfulness. "Wow, this is unexpected. I care about both of you a lot, and if you and Pope were happy together, I'd support it. Our friendship matters to me more than anything."

You replied, "Friendship?!"

JJ, replied with a touch of uncertainty, "Well, I care about both of you, and I don't want anything to ruin our friendship. But I also want you both to be happy."

Feeling the complexity of the situation and JJ's mixed feelings, you couldn't help but express your frustration. You sent a message that read, "JJ, you are so confusing." 

JJ replied with a mix of emotions, "I know, Y/N. This is all complicated, and I'm trying to figure it out too. Let's talk about it in person, okay?"

"Sure, at my place?" you suggested, feeling that a private and comfortable setting would be ideal for the conversation ahead.

JJ agreed with your suggestion, "Yeah, your place works. Let's talk things out."

Five minutes later, you heard a soft knock on your window. Curious, you opened your curtains and were greeted by the sight of JJ standing outside. You couldn't help but smile and, with a hint of amusement, you opened the window.

"Window, really?" you teased. "You could have used the front door."

JJ grinned mischievously. "I'm stealthy, like a ninja."

You chuckled and shook your head. "Yeah, right."

As JJ entered through the window, the two of you settled into a more comfortable setting in your room, sitting on your bed.

With a somewhat forced smile, JJ broke the silence and asked, "So you and Pope?"

Your eyes widened, and you couldn't help but respond with a mixture of disbelief and a hint of frustration. "There's nothing between me and Pope, you idiot," you retorted before playfully slapping the back of his head.

JJ, looking sincere, responded, "Y/N, you can trust me, you know."

Your mind was racing, and you mumbled to yourself, "Pope was right, we both are so dumb." JJ overheard your words and questioned, "Pope said what—"

Before he could finish, you changed the subject, your heart racing. "What did you and Kie talk about?"

JJ, avoiding eye contact and fidgeting with his ring, muttered, "Oh, um, well, nothing important."

You couldn't let it go and reached out, placing your finger on JJ's chin to lift it so he could maintain eye contact with you. 

"It's important to me," you emphasized.

Confusion filled JJ's eyes as he asked, "Why?"

Frustration and desire surged within you, and you couldn't hold back any longer. 

"Fuck me, JJ. I like you. My heart beats like crazy every time you're close to me, and it broke me when you thought me and Pope were in a relationship. Do you know why? Because I wanted it to be you, not Pope. Pope is my friend, while you are more than that," you confessed.

JJ was silent, his emotions swirling as he processed your words.

"Shit of course I ruin everything—"

But before you could continue down the path of self-doubt, JJ leaned in, capturing your lips with his own. The room was filled with the intensity of your feelings, and in that moment, words were no longer necessary to express what you both felt.

As your lips met, the room seemed to fade away, leaving only the connection between you and JJ. The kiss was a culmination of the unspoken feelings and emotions that had been building for some time.

When the kiss finally broke, you and JJ pulled back slightly, your eyes locked onto each other, the weight of your feelings now out in the open. The room was filled with an electric tension, and both of you were processing the weight of the moment.

JJ's voice was soft and sincere as he said, "Y/N, I... I didn't see that coming. But I can't deny how I feel about you."

With a hopeful smile, you asked, "So is that a sign that you like me back?"

JJ's eyes held a spark of affection as he replied, "More than you know."

au/ TWO CUTIESSS!! also we stan pope for being the cutest friend!

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