#** sarah x jj blonde chaos twins

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Is Blackbeard connected to Sarah and JJ?

For a while now, there has been a theory that Sarah and JJ could be related (twins, cousins, separated siblings), and I came up with another small theory. Every season had a character take more of a lead and become more of a focus point because of some personal reason (John B's missing dad and continuing his dad's mission to find the gold, Pope being related to Denmark Tanny and finding his ancestors cross, Kie getting kidnapped twice and we saw way more of her parents lack of trust in her decisions.) S1 had John B, S2 had Pope, and S3 had Kie. So I believe that Blackbeard is the new ancestor/family member that could be related to JJ and Sarah, which could also develop the JJ and Sarah being siblings theory. In this season, John B, Sarah, and JJ live together (I'm assuming) since they are all parentless (and homeless the last we saw them since the chateau was burned down by top.) but maybe I'm stretching It lol, but definitely interested to see what's in store.

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It really sucked that Sarah wasn’t sure about which of their enemies would decide to set fire to the chateua. Odd that their all out of a home once more besides eachother. The annoyed elder sister figure wanted to snatch JJ and shake him. She had thought he was going after kie or John B, not getting some nerd’s wet dream of a lunch box. Mysteries were their occupation after all. Slowly, the blonde pulled herself back from the boy. A slight wink as she watched him caress Kie with his eyes. They might as well kiss and makeup already. John B had lost so much. But she needed to settle heself before embracing him over the smoldering of the last place his father had lived in. Even as a reformed Kook, Sarah couldn’t help mourning any memories that she had lost. Ivory fingers reached to gently smack his arm. “Right, because your superman or something. Don’t play the hero, jayj.” the cameron girl teased with measured insistance. The soft heat of the fire felt like flames licking against her skin. “Kie already promised to take the second round of scolding.- Do you think it was Rafe? I can’t imagine Topper doing anything so stupid unless we have more company on our indianna jones adventure.”

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

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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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" well, i guess I should thank you for being the one to teach John B all he knows." Sarah teased hoping to distract him further with his continuous fond disgust over their lovey dovey nature. The other day, the cameron girl had said something about her boyfriend being the best teddy bear. The look on the golden haired boy's face could have come from a victorian painting. She hadn't expected many things at this party. Being on top of JJ pinning him into stillness as she put pressure on a particularly bleeding wound was not one of them. Though there was nothing adventurous about something going on. She had missed her platonic soulmate a great deal. Most of people can hide their greatest hurts and longings. It’s how they survive each day. People pretend the pain isn’t there, that they are made of scars instead of wounds. But in order for them to creat a new world, they would have to make a new one. She had whispered to John B to at least bring the blunt he had been smoking. JJ didn't have just a pain threshold. He had a heavily furnished foyer. Though it had to be more painful than he let on. She was sure her ow panic was wide eyed and stormy. The maybank boy didn't deserve the weight of her pain. She wished for Kie once more. She always knew how to help figure out what to do when he was in danger. A dark part of her worried that he didn't trust her though she hadn't been a pogue for as long as the others. The memory of her own brother and father's violence still hung heavy on her mind. "Honestly, Maybank, I am going to stop doing you pogue's communal laundry if you all insist on getting blood everywhere.- Do you remember you teaching me how to punch without breaking my thumb a few nights ago? I can take care of him if you want. Gladly. No hospitals, but if you die- I will chase you into the after life to haunt you myself."

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She wouldn’t wish love on anyone. It was the guest you welcomed and then couldn’t be rid of, but she loved JJ. not the kind of love that made you stick your tongue down some ones throat, but she had known for some time now that dying for him would be something she would do easily. the blonde boy just liked to flirt with everything. She’d once seen him make eyes at a can of beer in the chateu. Hope was tricky like water. Somehow it always found a way in. And she had hope that the maybank boy would see himself as something more than nothing. As something worth more than a punching bag. And she would make it happen if she had to white knuckle his soul to the surface. In the monster of heart beat smacking against the cage of her chest, the rest of the world ran laps in the very edges of her sight. Honestly, considering she had scraps of his shirt in her hands and pinned him against the grass, she should be glad that the jokes had only gone as far as they did. They also meant that the crushing weight of gushing blood was clearl only so far in mortally wounding him. “Do I know these girls?” she answered with a slight flutter of her eyebrows. “JJ, I don’t like how fast your blood is pumping.” the words are measured as the bandana slipped through her fingers. Her cringing at the crimson sticky nature of her hands and the dirty nature of the fabric. She wished for her dreaded antiseptic alcohol bottle that usually came for whatever fist fights they had. Thank god for Pope who had started working at his side. “When your passed out is about it, I was teasing, but we should certainly think about it. We don’t have to tell them what happened. But I haven’t seen this much blood since I was shot.”

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This wasn’t a new phenomenon. JJ could distinctly remember a moment similar to this, weeks before Big John disappeared where the man carried him into the bathroom, rattling off incorrect boat specs so JJ would stay awake correcting them. The bleeding stopped eventually, and he could sense when it started to slow now as well. “Y’know ‘em all.” JJ grumbled, still trying to sit up even though now he had four hands patting him down for worse injuries. “I’m a catch, Cameron.” John B was hovering, asking him questions that JJ took too long to answer because all his focus was on the idea of the hospital. There was absolutely no way he was going. But now that John B was there, he relaxed a little. His brother wouldn’t make him go. “Sarah.” The blonde had very little energy, but there was enough force in his voice to tell he was serious. “No hospitals. They don’t need to know.” And he wasn’t about to get taken away.

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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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JJ may have been the best liar of their group, but his eyes told truths his mouth could not refute. Most people's eyes were mirrors showing you only what you wanted or nothing at all. His vivid blue one's were that of windows. Wide. Honest. Though full of unseen depths you only noticed when getting closer. On the darkest days you have to search for a spot of brightness, on the coldest days you have to seek out a spot of warmth; on the bleakest days you have to keep your eyes onward and upward and on the saddest days you have to leave them open to let them cry. To then let them dry. To give them a chance to wash out the pain in order to see fresh and clear once again. JJ could be like a live wire open and surging to the world, but he was as much personified sunshine as she could remember. The shirt was powder blue with a few wholes. It hit to the mid of her thigh and felt vaguely like a hug of fabric even in the sticky heat of the outer banks air. The drink in her hands twirled slightly. Sarah had been one of the few people taking residence of the chateau that had actually been doing laundry. It had helped keep her mind off the uncheck slide into hell her biological family had done for a while now. She had been used to wearing John B's clothes. It was comforting in a way that surprised her and it wasn't like she had planned to run away with the pogues originally. She had been prepared to supply that she'd picked it up from John B's pile. After all, he had worn the piece of fabric a few weeks ago, but having a few jokes in her pocket had seemed like the better idea. There was more to the Maybank boy than most saw even himself especially when intelligence was concerned. The cameron girl sincerely hoped that her blush didn't make to much of a debut as incredulous doe eyes and a bashful smile pulled at the ivory edges of her face. Dramatics were a given. Yet, she hadn't expected her fellow pogue to nearly have his eyes bug out of his head like a fish and his mouth hung like some sort of reptile that could unhinge it. But she felt safe in it. Safe here. He was all the more brother than Rafe had ever been. And maybe this was a way for both emotionally constipated people to say such a thing. Particularly when it was a night of moon lit laughter and the soft courting of moonlight on the floor of the house. "Honestly, I should be happy you didn't make some joke about me getting you out of your clothes," Sarah sighed with fake world weary nature. Ivory fingers flexing against the expanse of her beer glass. “No offense to the others, but your fashion sense is the best of the guys. And I can make sure that you actually clean your clothing before we have to use it to staunch anyones bleeding. I mean you could probably pull off a bikini, Jayj, your definitely welcome to try.”

@multistoty asked ∗ 27﹕ sender is caught wearing receiver's clothes .- sarah because of sibling friendship supremacy

FOR JUST A SPLIT SECOND , jj is caught off guard. ━ genuinely caught off guard to the point where he's stopped mid-sentence and is now staring at sarah. was that his or john b's ? not that it matters , sometimes the clothes between the pogues are mixed up enough that jj never truly knew what was his to begin with.

but that shirt , he's sure it is his.

should it bother him ? part of the blond wants to rationalise it to ' it would be like kie borrowing his shirt. ' but oddly , that feels more PERSONAL. that something between him and kiara should not be compared to him and sarah ( or anyone else. ) in the end though , those few short minutes where jj did nothing but STARE , rather embarrassingly as well ━ he decided he didn't care. it was like , john b wearing his shirt.

" are we sharing clothes now ? is that something I missed ?" a grin turning up against his lips , and he's leaning against the door frame now. definitely his shirt , it has the hole where it ripped on the fence. " because , I don't think your clothes are really ━━ my style."

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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. "

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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."