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Another edit and rp love post. Each of these blogs have become amazing friends who are constantly there to plot, write, laugh, and edit. They are way more quality than me on all fronts and true friends showing the real spirit of pogue life. They also have understood my recent writer’s block and given such kindness and patience. True amazing and gifted muns and parts of tumblr with which I am grateful to linger on

[ two more blogs not pictured?canon but just as much apart of my rp and writing family @conradism @borndark ] 

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The sun crested the sky in the humid air of the outer banks climate though it hung lower like a negligent parent. The pogues meant everything to the former Kook queen bee, but it surprised her that the hotheaded blonde had wormed his way into the recesses of her heart. Closer to a brother than Rafe ever had been. Sarah would deny to her grave that she blushed bashfully handing the coffee over to JJ. Hopefully, the maybank boy would ignore the flat black coffee she had been nursing for the time. A part of Sarah still looked for her place here. Caring for others was a way that she could show love that didn’t feel like something you have to run away from. In fact, the cameron girl was probably the only one actually doing laundry at the chauteau. The verbal sparring with him felt like a current of electricity to keep her warm. Most people are the glass that contained the lamp, JJ was the light. Home wasn't were your grew from, it was where you find light when it all goes dark. An impish smirk pulled up on her smile. After the night they had drinking, his dramatics sounded more like a pounding hammer than entertainment. Yet, she fondly rolled doe eyes. "Well, the last time I tried to get you to drink water once you woke up from a hangover, I regretted all my life choices. I happen to be a good listener and you talk a lot." A good natured salute lifting her hands. "besides, your company is much more enjoyable this way. "

i brought you a coffee, just the way you like it.- Sarah @multistoty

Was that..? Was that Sarah Cameron's voice echoing? No, JJ thought - it couldn't be. Right? The Sarah Cameron bringing JJ coffee? Hell has frozen over. Head yanked left and right swiftly with eyes widened; eyebrows lifted. "Get the fuck out? Cameron coming through with the clutch!?" JJ perked up - refusing to show that he was still completely hungover from the night before. Heavy eyes scattered across the messed up room before finally lifting his gaze toward Sarah.

"...And she remembered how I like it. My, my, blondie. Color meeeee.."

He reached out for the hot cup, a wide grin apparent as he closed his eyes. "..impressed." Maybank loved giving his squad a tough time but he still appreciated Sarah looking out for him; even if it was only a night that went a little too far with the drinking and ganja. "Thank you, thank you."

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Golden hair was what she had to focus on following as the whizzing of bullets seemed to kiss the air around them. A surprisingly similar guest in their lives as of late.It seemed the Pogues would live another die to attempt to die again. The sun was scorching her skin even if it sat a little lower like a negligent parent though that was the least of their worries particularly after the gunshots had come after them. The soft material of the boat felt like coming home though turning to laugh with JJ brought a low pained hiss to her mouth. Her tanned fingers reaching to the now throbbing place in her side. Eyes widening slightly though she didn’t want to scare the boy further even as the adrenaline seeped from her form.The sticky macabre of her blood running through her hands like sand. She’d been excited to be alone with JJ. Things had changed between them even if neither of them wanted to acknowledge it. Her heart was heavy though she decided carrying it around would make her stronger. More than the pain, she hated to cause the Maybank boy pain. To break the child like smile on his face that came from playing hero into danger. Though she supposed heroes didn’t have happy endings, they gave them to others. Happy endings were out there, but they were hard to keep ahold of particularly for people like them. A croak parted her pale pink lips, “Jay- I think I have been hit.” It was meant to pull of the bandaid though her eyes felt slightly bambi like as they implored him. Begged him. They didn’t have time for that.

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Au where JJ was at his house when Sarah came to him

Sarah always wondered about raindrops.She wondered about how they're always falling down, tripping over their own feet, breaking their legs and forgetting their parachutes as they tumble right out of the sky toward an uncertain end. It's like someone is emptying their pockets over the earth and doesn't seem to care where the contents fall, doesn't seem to care that the raindrops burst when they hit the ground, that they shatter when they fall to the floor, that people curse the days the drops dare to tap on their doors. She was a raindrop. After her fight with John B, she had felt the most at home asking for help from Kiara, but JJ had slowly become like a brother in a way Rafe had never been. It felt slightly wrong to go broken hearted to someone’s best friend. yet, something told her that his surprise wouldn’t have him heartlessly throwing her out. Sticks and stones keep breaking my bones but those words, those words will kill her. She felt the pounding of the rain as if it were one making her body shiver. The terror of what she had witnessed at Kie’s home like a groundhog making a burrowing home of her bones. Only weeks ago, the pogues had never felt more like a family. And she had never felt more alone waiting, hoping for blonde hair to appear. She had wanted to be the hero, and it had cost her everything. She’d run with nothing but the shirt on her back. The shivering of her body the only courting warmth in her soul. And maybe she was a pogue after all. Unwanted. Free. When someone pushed others away their whole lives, she supposed that she shouldn’t be angry when they did it themselves. Her fists connected a few more times. Their turtle loving friend might not have time. God, she wanted to hear him call her drowned rat or something else. Insult her or say something equally stupid that would feel like coming home. In fact, her hands were rubbed raw from beating against this stupid door like the inside of her throat. There was too much pain. Too much danger. “JJ! You idiotic, wonder of a boy!” she crooned a final time before the sound of a motorbike cut across the air. And she would deny to her dying day the jump she made or the slight roll she fell into after her run. “The one time I need you. I need- Not me, I was at Kie’s. Something is wrong, JJ, they acted like she was gone- or going to be.”

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Au: JJ is at his house when Sarah Comes

Sarah always wondered about raindrops.She wondered about how they're always falling down, tripping over their own feet, breaking their legs and forgetting their parachutes as they tumble right out of the sky toward an uncertain end. It's like someone is emptying their pockets over the earth and doesn't seem to care where the contents fall, doesn't seem to care that the raindrops burst when they hit the ground, that they shatter when they fall to the floor, that people curse the days the drops dare to tap on their doors. She was a raindrop. After her fight with John B, she had felt the most at home asking for help from Kiara, but JJ had slowly become like a brother in a way Rafe had never been. It felt slightly wrong to go broken hearted to someone’s best friend. yet, something told her that his surprise wouldn’t have him heartlessly throwing her out. Sticks and stones keep breaking my bones but those words, those words will kill her. She felt the pounding of the rain as if it were one making her body shiver. The terror of what she had witnessed at Kie’s home like a groundhog making a burrowing home of her bones. Only weeks ago, the pogues had never felt more like a family. And she had never felt more alone waiting, hoping for blonde hair to appear. She had wanted to be the hero, and it had cost her everything. She’d run with nothing but the shirt on her back. The shivering of her body the only courting warmth in her soul. And maybe she was a pogue after all. Unwanted. Free. When someone pushed others away their whole lives, she supposed that she shouldn’t be angry when they did it themselves. Her fists connected a few more times. Their turtle loving friend might not have time. God, she wanted to hear him call her drowned rat or something else. Insult her or say something equally stupid that would feel like coming home. In fact, her hands were rubbed raw from beating against this stupid door like the inside of her throat. There was too much pain. Too much danger. “JJ! You idiotic, wonder of a boy!” she crooned a final time before the sound of a motorbike cut across the air. And she would deny to her dying day the jump she made or the slight roll she fell into after her run. “The one time I need you. I need- Not me, I was at Kie’s. Something is wrong, JJ, they acted like she was gone- or going to be.”

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