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moremaybank · 9 months

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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 · 5 months

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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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bumblesimagines · 4 months

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this doesn't mean anything.

- Sarah Cameron

this doesn't mean anything.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

Got carried away with this one

In the world of the Outer Banks, Kooks were seen as untouchable. They were the stuck-up, spoiled, privileged kids who could do, say, or buy anything they wanted as long as they had daddy or mommy's credit card in their back pocket. They puffed out their chests, turned up their nose, and spat venom just because they knew they could. Their parents would flock and point fingers if any harm came to them, demanding Sherriff Peterkin and Deputy Shoupe do something about the 'dirty Pogues targeting their poor babies' as if Peterkin and Shoupe could do anything more than let them off with a warning or a brief night in a cell.

While they were utterly pathetic and useless, (Y/N) found them incredibly amusing. Nothing was better than watching the smugness get knocked right out of a Kook. Tears would immediately spring in their eyes and their perfect skin would stain with purple and red coloring that'd stay no matter how many ice packs they put to it. The Kooks that talked the biggest game were often the ones that squealed first in fights. Their scratchy, obnoxious voices would plead for mercy, shouting empty promises of staying away and never bothering them again. Rafe Cameron was the only one who could handle a little pain, but even then, the boy was as boring as watching paint dry. One look from his daddy dearest and he went away with his tail tucked between his legs.

His sister, as (Y/N) came to learn, was a lot more fun.

"Remember the rules, guys. No hardcore drugs, don't get blackout drunk, and don't start anything without me." (Y/N) called out after his younger brother and his group of friends. He was certain the nerd would keep them out of trouble, as he always did when they hung out, but a reminder never hurt anybody. The four of them scampered further down the beach, kicking up sand in their wake and disappearing amongst the other teenagers. They weren't much younger than him, only a year or two below him in school, but they were as annoying as children and attracted trouble wherever they went.

Fishing his cigarette pack out of his jacket pocket and sticking one between his lips, he allowed his gaze to drift over the party-goers present. Pogues, Kooks, and a few tourists who appeared wildly out of place with their big sun hats blocking half their vision. He recognized Rafe and his posse of coked-up boys lingering near the water and Barry making use of eager Kooks and their heavy pockets. His attention dropped down to his lighter and he grunted when it refused to light for longer than a second.

"Maybe it's a sign you should quit." A feathery voice piped up behind him and he turned around to find the treasured princess of Figure Eight.

Everyone knew Sarah Cameron. She was the beloved daughter of Ward Cameron, the pride and joy of Figure Eight, and the most envied and desired girl in Kildare. Everyone tripped over themselves trying to be in her good graces, trying to get a taste of the Cameron wealth and status. Ever since she entered high school, he'd heard all about her numerous relationships. She lept from boy to boy and left a trail of broken, jealous hearts in her path. Her most recent boy toy had been Topper Thornton, the son of the renowned Doctor Thornton and grandson of Judge Holden. JJ had left enough bruises on him for (Y/N) to know him well. (Y/N) thought they looked more like siblings than lovers.

"Nobody ever taught you not to talk to strangers, princess?"

"I would hardly call you a stranger." She said and lifted the mai tai in hand up to her pink-colored lips. Her eyes twinkled with the setting sun, lightening the deep shade of brown. "Everyone knows the Maybanks."

"And nobody likes them. You might have to forfeit your Kook card if you get caught talking to me, Miss Cameron." He cooed teasingly and she smiled despite herself, rolling her pretty eyes and brushing her hair away from her face when the wind gently tousled it. His eyes drifted down to the dark knee-length sundress she wore decorated in orange and yellow flowers. It looked better than what most of the girls from the Cut wore to fancy events.

"I don't care about my Kook card, (Y/N). I think this whole... Pogue vs Kook thing is so stupid. We're all living on the same island. Why should we be giving each other shit for where we were born?"

"I'm sure you'll be a just and fair ruler, princess." His words made her roll her eyes again and she laughed quietly into her can. Even her drink of choice screamed rich. Everyone else stuck to cheap beer or half-filled bottles they stole from the kitchen cabinet when their parents weren't home. Sarah twirled a piece of her hair around her finger, glancing away from him and toward her friends. They hadn't noticed her yet and for a moment, (Y/N) expected her to call out to them and walk away. But she looked back at him with a familiar coy smile.

"Wanna talk somewhere more... private?"

He wondered how annoyed John B would be when he learned he'd taken Figure Eight's princess back to his place. It'd been closer than the Maybank residence and had less chance of a drunken and drugged Luke staggering through the front door ready to ruin (Y/N)'s night. Kiara would certainly throw a tantrum about him sleeping with her ex-best friend and if Kiara got upset, Pope would quickly follow in defense of his crush. Annoying little shits but they made JJ happy and that was enough for (Y/N) to tolerate their shenanigans.

Tugging up his pants and zipping them back up, he gazed at the dozing Kook. Her long blonde hair had been sprawled out over the dark pillowcase and she'd buried half her face in the pillow, her parted lips forming a small spot of drool. As content and comfortable as she looked, he needed her back home before she chose to overstay her welcome under false assumptions.

"Hey, princess." (Y/N) reached down to move some strands of hair away from her face and shook her shoulder. She whined quietly and squeezed her eyes before rolling fully onto her stomach and burying her face further in the pillow defiantly. "You need to get going before Ward calls the cops 'cause his precious girl didn't come home."

Tiredly lifting her head, she squinted at him through the sunlight. "Are you worried about Ward or worried about what your friends will say?"

"My friends won't give a shit about me taking the Kook princess's virginity, sweets." Her face reddened considerably and he smirked. "My brother's friends might get pissed if they see a Kook on our turf. And I don't want problems with Carrera. She makes good food."

Sarah finally sat up and raked her fingers through her hair to detangle the knots as she searched the floor for her belongings. Her eyes finally settled on her underwear and she pursed her lips, the tips of her ears turning a soft red. "You ripped them." She murmured and her fingers began to toy with the ends of her hair.

"You didn't complain when I did it." (Y/N) scooped the sundress up from the floor and tossed it in her direction, arms folding over his chest while he watched her get dressed and rise from the bed. She awkwardly tugged at the dress and retrieved her torn underwear from the floor before shoving it into her purse and turning to face him.

"So-"

"I can drop you off at Word for Word. It's the closest store to Figure Eight so one of your little friends should be able to pick you up. I'd drive you home but I've got work and Barry will kill me if I'm late again." (Y/N) explained quickly and slipped his shirt back on, snatching his keys from the nightstand and jerking his head toward the door when Sarah remained rooted in her spot.

"That's it? You're just going to... ditch me in the middle of nowhere?" She stared at him in a mixture of surprise and irritation, and (Y/N) sighed, preparing the speech he often found himself telling those who couldn't catch a hint. He was a Maybank, for Christ's sake. Nothing about the men in his family screamed commitment. His father could hardly hold down a job and JJ was as much of a playboy as the next guy.

"Sarah, baby, this doesn't mean anything. I'm sorry if your feelings are hurt but I asked if you were sure and offered to drive you back like five times last night. If you wanted your first time to be with your soulmate, you should've let me know and I would've taken you back to your boyfriend. Now, unless you want to get into a screaming match with Kiara, I suggest you start figuring out who's taking you the rest of the way."

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writingreadinglurkingandsmirking · 9 months

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How OBX characters react to trends: this you?

You tell your partner you found an old pic of them. Technically, it's not.

Warnings: feminine nicknames used, cursing

A little OOC to make these fuckers seem more human/normal

Rafe

Topper

Sarah

John B

Kie

Pope

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drewsephrry · 9 days

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being a kook moodboard

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maybnksdoll · 2 months

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sarah cameron is the type of girlfriend ♡

1. making matching bracelets or necklaces with each other names is her favourite thing.

2. squishes your tits often.

3. loves to braid your hair and putting ribbons on it, loves to be your personal hair stylist

4. back hugs while sleeping !!

5. makes playlists about you with every song you like or every song that remembers she of you.

6. literally would post EVERY photo he takes of you in her insta stories just to make sure that everyone knows that she has such a beautiful gf.

7. sleep overs probably all weekends (probably ending them with a make out session).

8. her lockscreen is a pic of you that she took when you two had a date on the beach at night, she remembers it like the best night of her life.

9. she knows your favorite flavor of milkshakes/ ice cream, and always buys it for you cuz your shyness.

10. she has thoose pretty collages of polaroids of you two on her room.

11. when you get ready for some party at her house, when she sees you in thoose pretty and short dresses of yours she just need to have a little fingering session.

12. touches your thighs on school just for fun.

13. taking showers together

14. sends you thoose long cute texts telling how much she loves you.

15. her favourite nicks for you are "my girl" "cutie" and "baby"

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realmsdelght · 2 years

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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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murdrdocs · 6 months

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INTERVIEW 009

with. rafe cameron and sarah cameron (respectively)

includes. fem!reader, stepcest w reader, (NOT TOGETHER), creampies, strapons, manipulation from both siblings, oral (f receiving), whole nine yds

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Rafe and Sarah have fought over attention practically their entire lives.

Rafe as a born momma’s boy, Sarah as a born daddy’s girl, but both of them desperately craved the attention of the opposite parent, never satisfied with what they had. Always feeling empty, unfulfilled, if they didn’t have every single thing they set their sights on.

And when Ward remaries, their sights are set on you.

Sweet, gentle, desperate to please both your parents and your new step siblings. Shy smiles and refusals to argue, over-polite to the point where Sarah thinks it's adorable and Rafe thinks it's insufferable. And before any of you realize it, their differing perspectives of your behavior leads to their pursuit, both of the eldest Cameron siblings chasing after you as if you had them on an invisible leash.

Sarah ropes you into hanging out with her as much as she can. She plans excessive mainland shopping days, using the length factored in for travel to her advantage, allowing her to spend as much time with you as possible. Allowing more time for her to slide her hand around your waist. More time for her to pull you closer, pressing against your back when she decides to slide behind you instead of taking another route. More time for her to brush the invisible lash away from your cheek, and press her lips to yours in a kiss that’s so chaste that you consider it to be a complete accident.

Rafe is more blatant about his attraction, fueled by his belief that nothing wrong could ever happen to him, and he’ll always get his way. He pressures you into joining him on the boat with his friends, not hiding his ogling behind sunglasses as he instead pushes them atop his head, letting his blue eyes freely glide over your practically nude body. He convinces you to have movie nights with him, late into the night to the point where it’s almost morning, “step sibling bonding time” as he calls it. But stepsiblings don’t bond with their hands down each other’s pants, wanton moans let out into each other’s mouth as they try to silence the other.

You’re stretched thin, trying to split your time between each of their beds, all while dealing with your own turmoil of keeping this all a secret.

“You don’t want anyone to find out, do you?” they always ask you, Sarah when she has her fingers between your legs, the threat of a vibrator beside her, and Rafe whenever he’s buried his cock to the hilt, the words whispered directly beside your ear for you to really understand the warning.

You always shake your head, whether there’s tears sliding down your cheeks or blood beading on your bottom lip from how hard you’re biting it in an attempt to muffle your cries.

Because besides the social shunning that would come from the reveal, you would lose this. You would lose being able to bounce on Rafe’s cock tirelessly until you came so hard that you would have to manually control your breathing to calm yourself down. You would lose being able to stuff your face in Sarah’s cunt until she trapped your head between her plush thighs, only prying them open when she could think clearly enough to do so. You would lose fucking Rafe in the Range Rover he begged Ward to loan him for the night, wobbling out of the SUV with cum dripping into your panties, only to approach Sarah who convinces you to sneak off with her, away from prying eyes where she can use the strap she stuffed in her jeans for the night.

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in-my-feels-probably · 1 year

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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?”

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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.”

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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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