#Sarah RP

[rafestify]

Beach Fight and Tides of Forgiveness — Rafe Cameron

Summary : Y/N and Rafe confront their painful past after a chaotic beach fight between Y/N and Ruthie but begin to reconnect, exploring the possibility of a hopeful future together.

Rafe Cameron x Ex!Reader (season 4 spoiler alert!)

Warning : Swearing (english is not my first language)

A/N : Probably the longest fic I've ever written so far, it's like around 2.3k ish, and i think this was a request from @dkjndfnmdfmdmnd , hope u like it 🩵

For us Pogues, the beach wasn’t just a place to visit—it was like our second home, a refuge where we felt truly ourselves. The salty breeze, the endless horizon, and the warmth of the sand beneath our feet brought a kind of peace that was hard to find anywhere else. The sound of waves crashing and seagulls chirping in the distance seemed to wash away our worries, making everything feel better, if only for a little while. There's nothing better than a day off with the people you love the most, in a place that feels like home—the beach.

“Don’t you just immediately feel like everything’s better at the beach?” Kie said, her gaze sweeping across the shoreline as she took in the sun, sand, and waves.

I nodded in silent agreement, sharing the same unspoken understanding that nothing compared to the serenity of the ocean. Together, we began setting up the chairs and cool box, the salty breeze tugging at our hair as the waves crashed in the distance. “Let’s get these boards off!” JJ exclaimed with excitement, his eyes gleaming as he headed toward the Twinkie to unload the surfboards, ready to dive into the thrill of the surf.

“What the hell?” I muttered under my breath, catching sight of Topper and his friends’ trucks rolling toward us, their engines rumbling louder as they approached. “You’re joking,” Sarah sighed, exasperation clear in her voice as she rolled her eyes at the unwelcome sight. “Don’t stop,” JJ mumbled, focused on untying the ropes securing our surfboards to the top of the Twinkie, clearly determined not to let their arrival ruin our plans. “Anywhere but here,” Kie added with a frustrated tone, her eyes narrowing as she watched them close in, the tension in the air thickening with every second.

“Great, just the perfect time,” I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes as their trucks came to a halt and parked just a few meters away from us. The sudden noise and presence of Topper and his friends felt like a dark cloud looming over our sunny day, threatening to ruin the fun we had planned.

“Let’s go, baby!” The voice rang out, unmistakable and familiar, stirring a rush of memories within me. The one that used to comfort me in moments of doubt, the one that whispered soothing words to ease my fears. Rafe Cameron had a way of making everything feel right, his presence a warm embrace that felt like home. I turned to locate the source of the voice, and our eyes met—his striking blue gaze locking onto mine. The moment stretched, the world around us fading away as the connection lingered just a heartbeat too long. All of a sudden, Topper strode toward us with an air of confidence. “Sunshine's coming,” JJ remarked, earning an exasperated sigh from John B as he stepped closer to him. Though I couldn’t quite hear their conversation, they appeared surprisingly relaxed, exchanging easy banter that contrasted with the tension in the air.

We all surfed the waves together, and it felt utterly exhilarating. After months spent chasing the elusive City of Gold, finally engaging in something I was truly passionate about was a refreshing escape. The thrill of surfing, the salty spray of the ocean, and the laughter of friends combined to create a blissful sense of freedom that was simply amazing.

After surfing for what felt like hours, I made my way back to the shore, slipping into my denim shorts. “Guys, there’s a turtle hatch!” Kie exclaimed, her excitement palpable. “Y/N, look!” I rushed over to her, my heart racing as I squealed, “Oh my god!” In awe, I added, “They’re so tiny!” Sarah and I echoed each other, our voices filled with wonder at the sight of the adorable little turtles making their way to the ocean. I have always had a deep love for sea creatures, particularly turtles and dolphins. This passion is what drew Kie and me together, as we bonded over our shared fascination for the ocean's incredible inhabitants.

As we helped the tiny turtles by creating paths for them to reach the ocean, the sudden roar of a truck engine interrupted our focus. My gaze shifted to Topper’s girlfriend, Ruthie, at the wheel, with Topper himself lounging in the passenger seat. “Hey, stop! There’s a hatch!” I yelled, desperation lacing my voice. “Stop!” Kie added, jumping up and waving her arms frantically. “Guys, stop!” I shouted again, but the truck only sped up, closing the distance between us. In a split second, Sarah yanked me out of the way just as the truck barreled past, sending me tumbling into the sand with a startled grunt.

“Are you okay?” Sarah, Kie, and JJ asked in unison. I managed a quiet “I'm fine,” but a sinking feeling twisted in my stomach as I noticed the truck circling around again, this time picking up speed. Panic surged through me, and I jumped to my feet. “Stop! There’s a hatch!” I yelled, but my voice was swallowed by the roar of the engine as they barreled over the paths we had painstakingly created for the turtles. “No, no, no…no!” I gasped, horror washing over me as I watched the truck crush a few of the fragile creatures beneath its wheels. My heart raced as I rushed toward them, my pulse pounding in my ears. Kie knelt beside a turtle with a shattered shell, its life flickering away. “Fucking psycho,” she muttered, her eyes brimming with anger and sorrow. I felt a fire ignite within me, furious at their reckless disregard. Ignoring my friends’ calls, I stormed over to where they stood, determined to confront them.

“Look what you did!” I shouted, cradling the lifeless turtles in my hands. “Do you think this is okay?” Ruthie stole a quick glance at the broken shells before quickly averting her eyes. “No, look at it!” I protested, my voice rising with anger. “You drove right over a turtle hatch, you idiots!” Rafe stood beside Topper, who tried to diffuse the situation. “I understand you're upset, Y/N,” he said, his tone calm but unhelpful. I hadn't even noticed my friends were behind me, their expressions mirroring my shock and frustration. “I’m more than upset, Topper” I shot back, feeling the heat of my anger.

“Look, it was only one,” Ruthie interjected dismissively, shrugging as if it didn’t matter. “I mean, there are so many more of them,” she pointed out, trying to minimize the damage. “You know what? You should just throw that to the seagulls,” she added with a mocking tone. “Cycle of life, right?”

My breath quickened as rage boiled within me, and I couldn't take it anymore. I pushed her hard, and just as she prepared to retaliate, Rafe stepped in between us, his presence a barrier against her aggression.

“Stop,” he said firmly, pushing Ruthie’s arm away before she could retaliate. He turned to me, his eyes softening slightly. “There’s something seriously wrong with you people,” I shot back, turning on my heel and striding away, handing Sarah the lifeless turtle.

“That’s right, go back to your side, bitch! You don’t belong with us anymore!” Ruthie shouted, her words laced with venom.

That was the final straw. Rage coursed through me, boiling over as I stormed toward her, every ounce of frustration and hurt fueling my movements. Without thinking, I swung my fist and connected hard with her jaw. The impact reverberated through me, and for a heartbeat, everything froze—the shocked look on Ruthie's face, the collective gasps of my friends.

She recovered quickly, her eyes blazing with anger. Without hesitation, she lunged at me, landing a swift punch that connected with my nose. The sharp pain shot through my face, and I felt warm blood begin to trickle down. I stumbled back, shocked by the sudden turn of events, my hands instinctively going to my face. John B tried to step in, attempting to intervene but Rafe was a lot quicker than him.

“Control your crazy bitch, Top!” Rafe said, his gaze locked onto me with a mix of concern and frustration. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice softening.

“Like you care,” I shot back, my frustration boiling over. Without waiting for a response, I turned on my heel and stormed off, seeking refuge at my secret spot on the beach alone.

I perched on top of a massive rock, my knees drawn to my chest as I hugged them tightly, listening to the soothing sound of the waves crashing below. This spot was my sanctuary, the place I retreated to whenever I felt at my lowest. It never failed to calm me, wrapping me in a cocoon of peace. Suddenly, I sensed someone behind me. I turned to find Rafe standing there, his silhouette framed by the fading light. He climbed onto the rock and settled beside me.

“I didn’t give you permission to sit here,” I protested weakly, trying to maintain some semblance of defiance.

“It’s a public place,” he replied, his voice steady as he leaned back against the rock.

I fell silent, my gaze drifting to the horizon as the sun dipped lower in the sky, lost in a swirl of memories and thoughts. “How did you know I’d be here?” I finally asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He turned to me, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. “We used to come here together, remember? You told me it was your favorite spot.” A sigh escaped me, heavy with longing. God, I missed those days—when everything felt simpler and the weight of the world was lighter.

“Here,” he said, breaking through my thoughts as he handed me a tissue for my bloody nose. I took it, our fingers brushing briefly. “Thanks,” I murmured, grateful for the gesture and the warmth of his presence.

“That was a pretty great punch, by the way,” Rafe said, a playful grin breaking through the tension. The corners of my mouth turned upward, and I let out a small chuckle, the sound echoing against the backdrop of crashing waves. We fell into a silence that felt strangely comfortable— not awkward at all. Despite the distance that had grown between us since our breakup, I still felt an undeniable sense of safety around him, as if we were wrapped in a bubble of shared history.

“I missed you, Y/N,” he confessed suddenly, his voice steady yet vulnerable.

My heart skipped a beat, and I turned to look at him, shock flickering across my face. This was the moment I hadn’t expected, the admission I had longed to hear but feared would never come.

“I missed you too, Rafe,” I sighed, the words flowing out of me, heavy with unspoken feelings and memories of our laughter, our late-night talks, and the way he could make me feel like the only person in the world. “I’m sorry for what I did to you,” he continued, his expression earnest, his gaze unwavering.

“I’m clean now, Y/N. Haven’t touched those shits for almost five months.”

“Really?” I asked, my disbelief melting into pride. I felt a swell of admiration for his strength and determination, and it made my heart ache a little.

He nodded, a flicker of vulnerability dancing in his eyes. “Yeah, I realized I couldn’t keep dragging you into my mess. I needed to change— for myself and for you.”

“I’m so proud of you, Rafe,” I said, my voice warm and genuine. I reached out, resting my hand on his for a brief moment, feeling the warmth radiate between us. A smile broke across his face, illuminating his features. “I did it all so I could be better for you,” he admitted, his sincerity wrapping around me like a comforting blanket. The air between us crackled with unspoken possibilities, and for a moment, I allowed myself to imagine what it would be like to rekindle the bond we once had.

“Can we at least try to work things out?” he asked, his gaze steady and hopeful. I paused, contemplating his words. He may have been a jerk to everyone else, but with me, he was sweet, protective, and loyal. The thought stirred something deep within me, a flicker of hope in the depths of my heart. “I’m not ready to be in a relationship again, Rafe—maybe just for now,” I finally replied, my voice softer than before. The truth of my feelings hung in the air, vulnerable and raw.

“It’s okay,” he said quickly, a reassuring smile breaking through his earlier concern. “We’ll take things slow. I’ll wait until you’re ready, alright?” The sincerity in his eyes made my heart flutter, a mix of apprehension and excitement dancing in my chest.

“Okay,” I smiled, a sense of warmth washing over me.

“Okay?” he repeated, his eyes lighting up with hope.

“Yeah, okay. We’ll take things slow,” I confirmed, feeling a rush of relief and anticipation. Rafe’s smile widened, and in that moment, it felt like we were stepping into a new chapter together, one where the past could fade into the background while we explored the potential of the future. As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, I leaned my head on his shoulder. The gentle sound of the waves lapping against the shore filled the air, creating a soothing rhythm that matched the beating of my heart. The warmth of his presence enveloped me, and I closed my eyes, letting the moment wash over me.

For the first time in a long time, I felt hope stirring within me, a belief that perhaps we could find our way back to each other, not as we were before, but as something new and beautiful.

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[buckys-loverman]

picture perfect

warnings: smut, 18+ appropriate, degrading language, vulgar language

pairing: fem!reader x sarah cameron

a/n: literally cannot get dark! sarah out of my head so i’m forcing her on you guys instead (no complaining)!anyways, i did not proof read so enjoy ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡

“sarah!” you screamed as she pushed inside your slick pussy again, the 10 inch dildo she fisted in her hand striking repeatedly.

“what’s wrong, slut? i thought you liked big cock”, she laughed as you body slumped deeper into her mattress, your legs shaking as the restrains around your wrists become tighter and red with the friction.

never did you think you would be bend over sarah cameron's bed with your sundress bunched to your waist, as her pink dildo slid in and out of your folds with your cum decorating the tip.

"first you stole my best friend-" thrust, "then you stole my boyfriend!" thrust, "and now you try to sleep with my brother?!"

you admit - you haven't been the kindest to sarah since your falling out senior year of high school, but you never thought she would take it this far. you came over to the cameron's that day under the illusion rafe was texting you, but you didn't know he was out on the boat with his father and left his phone behind; but sarah did.

you made your way up the stairs as "rafe" instructed you to, when you were blindfolded from the back upon reaching the top. "rafe! what is this?" you giggled, until you heard a click and sarah's voice behind you, "surprise, bitch."

now here you were, your bare cunt puffy and exposed as you begin to reach your third organism. you didn't want to like it, the rough nature of it all, but when the blindfold was ripped off your head and you saw sarah holding a collection of toys... you new you were in deep trouble.

you tried holding back your moans at the beginning, you promise, but now you were one big babbling mess as her mouth was glued to your begging cunt and your nipples were hard to the touch.

sarah pulled away as a whine escaped your lips, "i knew you were a whore but jesus...you're fucking pathetic." her words were laced with venom but you didn't care, you just wanted to finish. it wasn't until she took out the dildo with a pop! that you grew irritated.

she walked away from you as you cried out, your body needing some form of release. you attempt to reach your cuffed hands down to your throbbing pussy, to relieve yourself when you hear a buckle.

you look up to see sarah adjusting her strap on, your eyes bulging out at the sight of her bare pussy making you wet. you attempt to close your legs as she makes her way to you, her underwear in one fist and her phone in another as fear begins to fill your senses.

"wait! sarah, don't-" you start as she shoves her underwear in your mouth, gagging you. before you can process what's going on, the flash of her camera blinds you.

sarah laughs on the other side, "smile-" she taunts, "you're on camera." in an instant you feel her dildo force its way back into your cunt, all thoughts escaping your mind once again.

all that is swirling in your mind is the way she roughly thrusts into you, how perfect of a curve her dildo has as it hits your sweet spot over and over and over again. you swirl your tongue against her underwear that is shoved deep in your mouth, how nasty you felt enjoying the wet patch she left behind. the pinch she held on your clit sent waves of arousal all over your body and you no longer cared she was recording for you were too cock drunk to care.

now you weren't the only one enjoying it, sarah loved looking at the way your tits bounced with each thrust - or the way you spread your own legs so she can hit deeper and harder each time. your sun kissed skin, your glistening eyes and the mascara now running down your face made it all too much for her. god, how long she had been waiting to destroy you under her touch, knowing you would soon come crawling back like the easy slut you were.

and now she had it all on video.

[goldfades]

𓂃⊹ ִֶָ. OUTER BANKS !

♡ fluff ✪ angst ✧ suggestive

⇨ rafe cameron

𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

flipped ♡ ─ summary | rafe is completely devoted to his pregnant wife, spoiling her endlessly and preparing for the arrival of their baby girl, who becomes the center of his world. after a life of feeling lost and disconnected, rafe finally finds purpose in his new family, vowing to protect and love them unconditionally.

who did this to you? ✧ ─ summary | you and rafe are consumed by an obsessive love, where their madness is fueled by each other. you find exhilaration in pushing boundaries, testing each other’s limits, and the deeper you fall into your shared insanity, the tighter your bond becomes. when rafe finds you crying in your bedroom one day, he loses his shit and is thrown into a silent rage, seeking revenge. and you don't mind, not one bit.

stolen moments in parking lots ✪ -> ♡✧ ─ summary | rafe tries to provoke jealousy by showing public affection for sofia, but as tensions rise, he confronts you and reveals his feelings.

𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬 !

not scared ✪ -> ♡ ─ summary | during an argument, you accidentally flinch.

[veryberryjelly]

flaunt it

sarah cameron x fem!reader

lyric prompt ; 'stolen kisses, pretty lies' - blank space - taylor swift

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ⚜︎ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

it had become normal to wake up in the arms of your girlfriend.

more often than not, the two of you would stay over at each others houses. in the last 2 months it would be easier to find the two of them sleeping in the same bed rather than finding them alone.

you had been friends with sarah for years so neither of your parents thought about it as anything other than two really good friends.

and thankfully, your parents didn't often barge into your bedroom to find the two of you tangled up in each others limbs, often in minimal clothing.

but just because it was normal to wake up with sarah, didnt make the fuzzy feeling in your chest any less present when you woke up with her body pressed against yours.

like this morning.

you woke up first, but were truly scared to move in fear of waking up the girl with her head laid against your chest.

you simply pressed a kiss to the top of her head and went to close your eyes again in hopes of sleeping for a little bit longer, but when your phone buzzed on the nightstand you knew the question would itch at your brain until you looked at it.

you eased yourself up slightly to grab your phone, flipping it in your hand to see the screen.

the pogues group chat.

jb ; heading out on the hms pogue. who's comin'

jj ; in. when ?

jb ; 9

kie ; i'm in. be there @ 9

pope ; if you can drive by, i'm in.

jb ; u got it.

kie ; sarah ? y/n ? u comin'

you knew you didnt really need to consult sarah before answering for the both of you. you both loved days out on the boat.

y/n ; i'm with sarah and we're both in! be there @ 9

as you set your phone down to try and enjoy the last few minutes before you had to wake sarah up, you felt her fidget against you, her head burrowing into the place between your shoulder and your neck.

a smile spread across your lips at the feeling of her soft skin against one of your more sensitive spots.

when you felt her lips puckering against your neck you knew she was awake.

" mornin' sunshine " you whispered, which earned you a soft sigh in response.

" you've got about 10 minutes before i pull you out of this bed."

at that she lifted her head from your shoulder and rested her head against your chest again, causing you to lift your free hand and brush her hair from her slightly confused face.

" meeting everyone at the dock at nine "

another sigh slipped from her lips before she answered. " m'kay, well can i use those ten minutes to shower ?"

two quiet laughs filled the space between you.

" as long as you plan to share with me "

a grin lit up her face as she pulled away from you and pulled you off of the mattress and across to the bathroom.

45 minutes later and the two of you were walking up to the dock where you found kiara, jj and john b waiting for the two of you.

you had dropped her hand around the corner, but picked it up again to help her onto the boat before you climbed on yourself.

once the two of you were sat down , the boat started and you all chartered to pick up pope.

and when he was finally on board, it was just the six of you and the open ocean.

30 minutes later and the boat stopped in the middle of nowhere, ready for your day out on the water to start.

the minute the boat stopped, jj pushed kie into the water and jumped in after her. john b stationed himself at the head of the boat, his legs hanging over the edge with a beer in his hand, and pope pulled out a book.

leaving you and sarah to entertain yourselves.

you were barely able to contain your laughter when you felt a head rest on your lap and you brought your attention down to the blonde head of hair scattered there.

your hand lifted to brush some hair from her face. it may have definitely lingered around her freckly cheeks.

" you got sunscreen on your pretty face ? " you questioned, unable to stop your fingertips from rubbing over her cheek.

" not yet, you wanna give it a go ?" she teased, her smile growing wider as you reached slightly to your left to grab the sunscreen from your bag.

you were never going to turn down this type of opportunity.

once you had an adequate amount of sunscreen on your hand, probably a little more than necessary, you began spreading it around on her cheeks and her nose, noticing with delight the way her nose scrunched at the cold feeling.

when her face was fully covered and protected you didnt really think about it before leaning down and pressing a short peck onto her lips.

"can i do you now ?" she questioned causing a giggle to bubble up from your chest.

" you already did me, baby. i'm too tired to do it again " you joked causing her to lightly shove your arm in jest.

" what am i looking at ? "

both yours and sarahs heads whipped towards the sound of tiaras voice, clearly directed towards you two.

" oh, yeah..." you paused for a moment, unsure if this was the right time to do this, but with a soft squeeze of your leg from sarah you were assured that she was okay with it if you were.

" we're dating. have been for about two months. " you said as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

the shocked faces of your friends assured you it wasn't.

you knew this would happen eventually, that you were bound to get caught, you just didnt think it would be because you were too desperate to kiss sarah out on the boat.

" we don't really hide it, we just don't flaunt it either " sarah explained as she sat up beside you.

" yeah, why do you think she's always over at my house ?"

" i think i speak for all of us when i say we thought she was sleeping at yours because her family is batshit crazy " you weren't surprised to hear that coming from jj

" that is definitely the second reason " the blonde explained.

@greeneyesatme

[firetfly]

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[asksarahwilliams]

Again, I'm, hi. I recently learned that barn owls do not make any noise when flying. Sarah, how will you react if you get caught?

[redcon-enthusiast]

hey guys

been having some mental stuff centering around me not liking where I am in this point in life. been struggling with depression and stuff if I haven't said already, and being in a dark place eroded a lot of who I am and brought to the surface things that I didn't really like about myself.

i don't think tumblr is the right place for me, and not because of you guys

i'm taking a long break to focus on myself. as much as y'all know me for running like 6 different accounts involving like oliver, sarah, vulpes, dimah, the rogues and pete, they're all going to be... inactive for a while.

don't make any sudden RP changes involving alamogordo, new mexico coalition or the screaming eagles. if you want to bring up the eagles-legion war, legion, NMC and eagles negotiated a temporary ceasefire for like a week or so. NCR negotiations went alright, they are an ally of the eagles and NMC and thanks to omega squad's diplomacy the NCR is beginning to mass produce sarah's smartgun to be deployed with their veteran rangers and their special ops squad.

character changes:

oliver has gone awol for some reason and some shit, and has ground the mojave campaign to a halt for the NCR

sarah and pete are using their vacation days and the fact that the NCR is an ally to travel to shady sands by plane just to see what it's like (insert barely contained xenophobia here)

vulpes has completely gone missing to the point his stans cannot find him (although the muzzles know where he is, nobody can find him)

rogues are consolidating their forces, arming their military, have negotiated independence with the Eagles in response for a mutual defense pact (the JCS are less than happy but support it so they don't anger the xenophobic public) and are training an unnaturally skilled ace pilot (i will reveal him eventually)

dimah is working with the NCR to create a new series of guided AAM or AGM missiles that don't require pre-war manufacturing tech that simply isn't present after the MIC died in the bombs

eagles are... eagling, which involves working on infrastructure in alamogordo and alberquerque, the capital of the NMC and building a second nuclear plant in albuquerque

if you know anything about project wingman, you'll have a lot of fun guessing who's the rogues' ace is

see ya

[jjmaybankswh0re]

​🇧​​🇪​​🇳​​🇪​​🇦​​🇹​​🇭​ ​🇹​​🇭​​🇪​ ​🇧​​🇴​​🇳​​🇫​​🇮​​🇷​​🇪​​🇸​ ​🇬​​🇱​​🇴​​🇼​ (part one)

~ Outer Banks FanFic ~

Routledge reader!

Warnings:

alcohol use, party, mention of blood and vomit, lmk if there are any others!

Word count: 3.2k

blurb:

the Pogues take a break from their tumultuous lives to enjoy a bonfire party on the beach, where Y/N, John B's 15-year-old sister, tries to shake off her brother's protectiveness and have some fun. Amidst the fire's glow and the waves' rhythm, tensions rise as Y/N navigates the advances of both Rafe and JJ. Her long-held crush on JJ, John B's best friend, complicates the evening, leading to a dramatic encounter with Rafe and a drunken stumble that leaves her hurt. JJ's unwavering care and concern shine through as he helps her back to the Chateau, tending to her wounds and staying by her side until she falls asleep.

MASTER LIST

The moon hung low over the horizon, casting a silvery glow across the beach. The air filled with the rhythmic crashing of the waves and the vibrant hum of conversation and laughter. The Pogues had organized a bonfire party, a much-needed break. Flames danced in the night, illuminating faces and casting flickering shadows on the sand.

Dozens of people from across the island had gathered, Kooks and Pogues alike. The beach was alive with music, chatter, and the occasional burst of laughter. A makeshift bar had been set up with coolers filled with drinks, tables were laden with red plastic cups, and countless keggers.

I stumble over to the bar, my only mission is to get another drink. As I walk through the crowd, someone places a heavy hand on my shoulder, stopping me from walking any further.

"Hey, Y/N," Rafe says over the music, flashing me a charming smile. "You look amazing tonight."

"Thanks, Rafe,"  I reply, smiling back. "It's a beautiful night, isn't it?"

Rafe nods, but before he can say more, I had already walked off still determined to find myself another beverage. I push myself through the crowd of sweaty and drunk teens until I eventually find the bar. Walking over to the kegger, I grab a plastic cup from the table and begin to fill it up with beer.

“Y/N” JJ drunkenly yells out, putting his hand on my back. I look over my shoulder to see JJ hovering over me, with a big goofy smile on his face.

“Hey JJ” I return the smile, standing up straight once I had filled my cup with beer.

One constant in my life was JJ Maybank. Ever since I was a little girl, I've had a crush on him. To him, though, I was just John B's annoying little sister. When I turned 13, John B made it clear to JJ and Pope that I was off-limits. His protectiveness was stifling, but I understood where it came from—he didn’t want me getting hurt. Yet, my feelings for JJ only grew stronger, despite knowing he saw me as nothing more than a kid.

“How many of those have you had?” JJ questions me, whilst slurring over his own words. As if he thinks he can “protect” me in this state, I roll my eyes crossing my arms in front of my waist.

“Why does it matter to you?” I shot back at him, as the frustration of always being treated like a little kid resurfaces.

“If John B finds out I let you get this drunk he would kill me. And you!” He responds, I know that he’s only worried about me, but he should know by now that I’m not just a little kid anymore.

“JJ, I can take care of myself” I respond pushing my hair away from my face.

“I know you can sunshine” He knows I love it when he calls me that, he’s been calling me that ever since I could remember. But I can’t let him take control of me tonight, I know I’m capable of looking after myself. As I walk back through the crowd the warm glow of the bonfire cast dancing shadows on the sand as I made my way back into the lively throng of the party. The music pulsed through the air, a rhythmic blend of upbeat tunes and laughter that carried across the beach. People were scattered in groups, some huddled around the fire, others in animated conversations or swaying to the music.

I found a spot near the edge of the dance floor, where a group of my friends were gathered, dancing and laughing to the music, and I joined in. The energy was infectious. My drink was cold, and I took a hearty sip, letting the alcohol do its work, relaxing me even further. The crowd was a mix of Kooks and Pogues, all blending seamlessly in a rare moment of unity, the differences between our social divides momentarily forgotten.

The rhythm of the music seemed to sync with my heartbeat as I lost myself in the dance. I twirled and moved with abandon, feeling the heat of the bonfire on my face and the cool breeze from the ocean on my back. Laughter bubbled up from within me, and I let it escape, mingling with the sounds of the party.

Every so often, I caught glimpses of JJ from the corner of my eye. He was still on the periphery, leaning against a cooler, his gaze occasionally flicking in my direction. I could tell he was keeping an eye on me, but I tried to ignore it. Tonight was about having fun and proving to myself that I was more than just John B’s little sister.

As the night wore on, more guys approached me, their compliments and flirtations becoming more frequent. I wasn’t entirely oblivious to their intentions, but in my inebriated state, their attention felt like a boost to my confidence. I laughed off their advances, dancing closer to the fire, where the warmth felt comforting against the cool night.

Rafe, meanwhile, was becoming increasingly agitated. After a few more drinks, his demeanour shifted from concerned to annoyed. He weaved through the crowd, his gaze fixed on me. I noticed him approaching, his face a mask of frustration.

“Y/N!” he shouted over the music, grabbing my arm firmly.

I pulled away, feeling a twinge of annoyance. “Rafe, not now. I’m having a good time.”

“Yeah, well, it looks like you’re having too much of a good time,” he snapped. “Come on, let’s get out of here for a minute. There’s a quieter spot down the beach.”

I shook my head, determined to stay where I was. “I’m fine. I don’t want to leave the party.”

Rafe’s face flushed with anger. “You think you know everything, don’t you? It’s not safe out here.”

Before I could respond, JJ’s voice cut through “Hey, Rafe, give it a rest.” He approached, his expression serious but calm. “Y/N’s making her own choices tonight. If she wants to stay here, that’s her call.”

Rafe’s eyes narrowed. “You’ve got no right to tell me what to do.”

JJ stepped closer, his tone firm. “And you’ve got no right to control her. Let her have her night.”

The tension between the two of them was palpable. I felt a surge of guilt for being the cause of their argument. I tried to intervene, stepping between them. “Rafe, I’m really okay. I just want to be here right now.”

Rafe’s frustration boiled over. “Fine, do what you want. I’m done trying to help.”

He stormed off, leaving me with a mix of guilt and frustration. I turned to JJ, who was watching me with a mixture of concern and resignation.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice softer now.

I nodded, taking a deep breath. “Yeah, I’m okay. Thanks for sticking up for me.”

JJ’s gaze softened, though his eyes still held that protective edge. “Just be careful, alright? You know I’ve got your back, but I can’t be your shadow all night.”

I smiled, feeling a pang of warmth at his words. “I know. And I appreciate it.”

With that, JJ nodded and stepped back, giving me some space. I returned to the dance floor, trying to shake off the earlier tension. The music played on, and I threw myself back into the rhythm, hoping to enjoy the rest of the night.

The party continued around me, the bonfire crackling and the music thumping. Despite the earlier drama, the night was still young, and I was determined to make the most of it.

As the night continued, the party’s energy remained high. The bonfire crackled, and the music thumped relentlessly, filling the air with a persistent beat. Amidst the lively crowd, John B finally emerged from the chaos, his eyes scanning the beach for his sister.

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JJ, who had been keeping a close watch on Y/N, was leaning against a cooler when John B bumped into him. John B’s expression was a mix of concern and curiosity. “Hey, JJ, have you seen Y/N? I’ve been looking for her.”

JJ straightened up, trying to keep his tone casual despite his worry. “Yeah, she’s around here somewhere. I saw her dancing a bit ago.”

John B nodded, but his gaze remained searching. “Okay, thanks. Just making sure she’s not getting into trouble.”

JJ, sensing John B’s anxiety, tried to deflect. “She’s fine, don’t worry. She’s just having a good time. You know how she gets.”

John B seemed reassured but still looked a bit uneasy. “Alright. Just keep an eye on her, okay?”

“I will,” JJ assured

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As John B disappeared into the crowd, my heart was pounding with a mix of anxiety and relief. JJ’s presence was like a lifeline in the chaos of the party. He moved towards me, his face set in a serious expression that I barely registered through my foggy haze.

“Alright, sunshine, it’s time to head home. You’re way too drunk,” JJ said, his voice a grounding force in my spinning world.

I tried to protest, my words coming out in a slurred mess. “But I’m having fun,” I mumbled, trying to stay where I was, but my balance betrayed me, and I swayed slightly.

JJ’s arm was firm but gentle as he took mine. “Yeah, I know, but you’ve had enough. Come on, I’m taking you back to the Chateau.”

I stumbled beside him, my shoes clutched in one hand, the other resting on his shoulder for support. My dress felt heavy and awkward around my legs as we made our way across the sand. Each step was a struggle, and I could feel the sand shifting underfoot.

The moonlight was like a soft, silver blanket over us, casting a gentle glow that barely illuminated our path. JJ’s arm around me was a steady anchor, his presence both reassuring and calming. Despite my state, I found comfort in his proximity.

As JJ guided me along the winding path back to the Chateau, my steps were uneven and my balance wavered with each movement. The cool night air felt refreshing against my flushed skin, but it did nothing to steady my swaying figure. I was still trying to dance, my movements erratic and uncoordinated, which only made the walk more challenging.

I attempted a twirl on the street, my attempt at grace immediately thwarted as my foot caught on an uneven patch of pavement. I lost my balance and fell hard onto the concrete, a sharp, searing pain slicing through my knee as it scraped against the rough surface. A cry of pain escaped my lips, and tears instantly welled up in my eyes. The streetlight above cast a harsh glare on my skinned knee, which was already beginning to bleed.

“Y/N!” JJ’s voice cut through the fog of my pain and drunken haze. He rushed to my side, his face a mask of concern as he knelt beside me. “Are you okay?”

The pain was overwhelming, and I could barely respond through the sobs that wracked my body. “It hurts,” I managed to gasp, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over.

JJ’s expression softened with worry. He quickly assessed the situation, his brow furrowing as he saw the blood. “Hang on, let me help you.” He took off his jacket and used it to gently clean the wound, his movements careful and deliberate. Every touch felt like a mix of relief and agony, and I winced with each brush of his hands.

“Sorry,” I mumbled through my tears, my voice trembling. “I didn’t mean to fall.”

“It’s alright,” JJ said, his voice soothing despite the tension. “Let’s get you back to the house and clean that up.”

With a steadying arm around my waist, JJ helped me back to my feet. I leaned heavily on him, my steps slow and unsteady as we continued our walk. I tried to put on a brave face, but the pain in my knee made it hard to focus. My steps were halting, and I swayed with every movement, my grip on JJ’s arm tight as I tried to stay upright.

The path seemed to stretch endlessly before us, the moonlight casting an eerie glow over the ground. JJ’s arm around me was a reassuring anchor, his concern palpable. He kept glancing at me, his eyes filled with a mix of frustration and care. He was doing his best to keep me steady, but my drunken state made it a constant struggle.

As we entered the quiet of the Chateau, my stomach churned with a nauseating mix of alcohol and anxiety. The cool air inside felt soothing against my flushed skin, but it did nothing to calm the growing urge to throw up.

JJ, noticing my discomfort, quickly guided me to the bathroom. His face was set in a determined expression, his concern evident as he helped me to the toilet. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow from a small nightlight casting long shadows on the tile floor.

I barely had time to get myself positioned before I was leaning over the toilet, my body heaving as I emptied the contents of my stomach. The bile and alcohol came up in a torrent, and the suddenness of it all made me gasp and sob. The pain in my knee felt like a distant concern compared to the sharp, sickening pressure in my abdomen.

JJ, ever the steady presence, crouched beside me. His hand gently brushed my hair away from my face, his touch a small comfort in the midst of my misery.

“Just let it all out,” he murmured softly, his voice calm and steady. “You’re gonna be okay.”

Through my groans and tears, I could hear the genuine concern in his voice. Each time I wretched, JJ’s hand remained steady in my hair, holding it back and preventing it from falling into the mess I was making. His other hand rested lightly on my back, a soothing presence that helped ground me in the chaos of my discomfort.

After what felt like an eternity, the waves of nausea began to subside. I slumped against the cool porcelain of the toilet, my head resting against the edge as I tried to catch my breath. JJ remained close, his hand still gently stroking my hair, his expression a mixture of sympathy and relief.

“Feeling a little better?” he asked softly, his voice a comforting balm against the throbbing in my head.

I nodded weakly, trying to muster a small, grateful smile. “Yeah. Thanks, JJ.”

He helped me sit back up, his hands steady and careful as he offered me a glass of water. “Here, rinse your mouth and drink some of this. It’ll help settle your stomach.”

I took the glass with trembling hands and sipped slowly, the cool water providing some relief. JJ watched me with a patient expression, his worry giving way to a tender, protective concern.

Once I had finished the water, JJ gently helped me to my feet. “Let’s get you cleaned up and back to bed,” he said softly. He guided me to the sink, where I washed my face and tried to freshen up a bit.

JJ’s demeanor remained steady and calming throughout, his care evident in every movement. He handed me a clean towel and helped me back to the bedroom. As I sank onto the edge of the bed,

“Alright, let’s get you out of this dress,” JJ said softly, his voice carrying a note of calm. He carefully helped me out of my dress, JJ’s hands moved with a careful precision as he helped me out of my dress. His touch was gentle, and he worked to avoid jostling my injured knee. I felt a mix of embarrassment and gratitude as he undressed me, his movements considerate and respectful. My limbs felt heavy and awkward, and I struggled to keep my balance.

As I slipped into one of his old shirts, the soft fabric enveloped me in a cocoon of warmth. The shirt was oversized, hanging loosely on my frame, but it was incredibly comforting against my skin. JJ’s gaze remained focused and kind, his concern evident as he helped me adjust the shirt, so it fit better.

“There we go,” he said softly, his voice soothing. “You look more comfortable now.”

I managed a weak smile, my eyes meeting his with a mixture of appreciation and weariness. “Thanks, JJ.”

JJ nodded, his expression softening. “No problem. Just sit tight, okay? I’m going to get the first-aid kit so I can clean up that scrape.”

He left the room briefly, returning a few minutes later with the first-aid kit in hand. His movements were methodical and efficient as he set up his supplies. He opened the kit and pulled out antiseptic, gauze, and bandages, his hands steady despite the late hour and the worry etched on his face.

“Alright,” he said, crouching beside me again. “Let’s take care of that knee.”

I shifted slightly to give him better access, my discomfort evident as I tried to remain still. JJ’s touch was gentle as he cleaned the scrape, his fingers careful and deliberate. Each touch of the antiseptic was slightly stinging, but it was a necessary part of the process. JJ’s murmurs of reassurance helped me focus on his calming presence rather than the discomfort.

As JJ worked on cleaning my scrape, I shifted slightly to give him better access, the discomfort evident in my fidgeting. His touch was so gentle, his movements precise and deliberate. Each application of the antiseptic made me wince slightly, the sting sharp but manageable. Through the pain, JJ’s calming murmurs were a soothing balm, redirecting my attention away from the sting and toward his reassuring presence.

“It’s almost done, sunshine,” he said softly, his voice a constant comfort. “Just a little more.”

Despite the sharpness of the antiseptic, his touch was so careful that I could almost forget the pain. He was focused and attentive, his brows knitted in concentration as he cleaned the wound. The warmth of his hands against my skin was a stark contrast to the cool, stinging sensation of the antiseptic, creating a strange but comforting balance.

Once he finished, JJ gently wrapped the bandage around my knee, his movements still soft and deliberate. He looked at me with a mix of concern and relief, his gaze tender. “All done,” he said with a small, reassuring smile. “How’s that feel?”

I nodded, feeling a mixture of gratitude and exhaustion. “It’s better. Thanks, JJ.”

He smiled warmly, his eyes softening as he helped me carefully onto the bed. The softness of the sheets felt like a gentle embrace against my tired body.

“Just try to relax,” JJ said as he adjusted the pillow behind my head. “You’ve had a rough night.”

I tried to nod, but my heavy eyelids were already betraying me. JJ’s presence was a steady, calming force as he tucked the covers around me, his touch light and reassuring.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he whispered softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face. “Get some rest. I’ll be right outside if you need anything.”

His words were like a gentle lullaby, and I could feel myself drifting off. I managed a small, tired smile, grateful for his care and presence.

“Goodnight, JJ,” I murmured, my voice barely audible as sleep began to claim me.

JJ gave me one last, comforting smile before quietly leaving the room. As the door closed softly behind him, the room was enveloped in a peaceful stillness. The comfort of the bed, the warmth of the shirt, and the knowledge that JJ was nearby allowed me to surrender to the embrace of sleep. The night’s chaos faded into the background, as I finally let sleep take over my body.

[touchbased]

muse: sarah billings. twenty-three. failing stand up comic and reluctant barista. open to: males. plot: sarah went on a date with your muse mainly to find inspiration for her newest stand-up set, only to be confronted by him after he attends one of her shows.

"i'm sorry, i just don't understand why you're so upset. i didn't even mention your name, and it's not like anyone in that crowd would have known that we went on some mediocre date two weeks ago." gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss. those are the cardinal rules when dealing with someone you really fucking like but royally screwed up with, right? "you're honestly being a bit ridiculous."

[ask-cota]

*points to where Sparks is*

*goes over there*

[rafestify]

guys is it just me or do y'all miss the chateau too? 😔😔😔 seriously fuck topper for that AAAAhHHHHHH

[campcounselorfrank]

„ Jeepers ! What is this place…? “

Hiya! This is a Frank/Spud themed roleplay blog!

Originally known as : @twostudcampcounselorspud

I am restarting!

Languages: Sign language, English, German.

System with over 20 alters!

We may act differently but that’s because not all alters act the same!

We will attempt to all run this more smoothly and correctly, we will also be answering with drawings. Please keep in mind that not every ask will be answered with a drawing!

IC tags: #twostudcamp

OOC tags: #ooctwostudcamp

We ask you to please be patient with all of us, we cannot control most things. Nor can we control how someone acts.

Come interact with us!

For starts, please boost us!

@‘s are appreciated so more people go to our profile, reblogs are MUCH preferred over just likes!

We also LOVE compliments! At least, most of us do. Only a few feel like they’re undeserving or they don’t want to be babyed.

Oh! Talking about babying us! PLEASE DONT!! It sucks to see how people only see Spud as some cute innocent little guy who does no harm and struggles to do everything, to us it just isn’t right. Our Spud is EXTREMELY different! So please! Don’t baby her!

Spud’s pronouns are All/Any!

Preferred the most: She/Her!

System name: The Chaotic Elevator / Chaotic

System pronouns (Together) are They/Them, All/Any!

All of us have different boundaries, some are the same, but we should state the main ones just to be safe! (Main ones as in they either front the most or are the „leader“ of their og group)

Spud - No talking about the past and/or future, no commenting on body at ALL, asks to please not be treated like a child.

Zip - Be patient due to hard time understanding emotions, no sexualization, no bringing up the events that took place in past/future.

Engel - NEVER mention what happened to Claire, do not piss off, can get extremely cranky so again, be patient.

Cashier - No disrespecting personal space, due to owning a shop, you’re asked to not shoplift either.

Oliver - Do NOT mention older sister, extremely shy sometimes, can be overly rude and a bully.

Rocket - NO sexualization, no babying, doesn’t like being treated like a kid unless for a good reason.

Unpleasant - DON’T bring up what happened, don’t mention “cats” or “cat eater” EVER!! Be EXTREMELY CAUTIOUS!!

Piercer - Personal space, if asked to stop then DO IT.

Null/Filename2 - NEVER bring up what happened, extreme amnesiac, hard time understanding, hard time reading due to one eye being destroyed in the past.

Kaski - Just dont bring up anything related to Orin Ayo with these ones,, just don’t.

Blam - Don’t bring up anything related to ONaF,, still, just don’t.

Circubit - Afraid of touch related things, shy, doesn’t communicate much.

The blog will be update from time to time!

For now just boost us so we get back to where we were!

Sometimes there will be typing quirks, it depends on the person!

Only SLIGHT NSFW allowed! Some alters are minors and some aren’t. Please refrain from excessive asks like that if the alter fronting isn’t comfortable or they’re a minor!

An alter who was originally an oc will be appearing too!

PLEASE INTERACT AS REGRETEVATOR NPCS TOO!!

Fronting as this is being written : Engel!

This will be all for now! Bye bye!!

[thehydraethereal]

PLS HELP !!!

do y'all have any DARK requests for rafe x reader ???? or john b x sarah or jj x kie or cleo x pope ANYTHING

I AM OBSESSED WITH OBX SINCE I WATCHED S4 DUDE PLS GIMME SOMETHING TO WRITE !!!!

[veryberryjelly]

hey! could I get a spaghetti with the outerbanks characters? im a bisexual girl with mid length curly brown hair. im naturally very witty and smart. i love to make people laugh but I can also be very moody. im very impulsive and i love to change my appearance randomly by getting a new piercing or changing my style. im not very into sports or anything and prefer to just read or sunbathe. thanks x

𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 !

i ship you with ...

poly!jjsarah !!!

i love poly!jjsarah first off . their chemistry need more recognition.

anyway, this throuple came to my mind when you said you love to make people laugh but can also be very moody and idk why.

but then i read ur not into sport and prefer to just sunbathe, bro both of them too.

i imagine the three of you draped over eachother on the beach or on the boat while everyone else is in the water.

or, you and sarah lounging in the dry while jj messes around in the water.

but either way there's always one person with you on dry land

[fly-vertibirds-everyday]

Lucillius and his wife lay cozied together (more like she’s clinging to him) in their bed in Holloman. Kyle is put to bed, they were transferred back to base, there isn’t much of anything they have to do tomorrow, and he’s exhausted, but he can’t sleep.

He looks up at the dark ceiling, lost in thought, occasionally punctuated by the sounds of animals or the sound of planes (that one B-1A named something again, he forgot) or helicopters and tanks. Or the sound of helicopters and tanks being loaded into planes.

He glances around and looks in the cabinet (as much as he can with his wife bear gripping him.) He can see some toilet paper, his sheathed combat knofe, a bottle of aloe vera, some condoms, a lockbox with an CBJ inside for emergencies, and some old photos when they got married in Vegas a couple weeks before the bombs dropped.

He’s not awake from the racket, he’s more concerned about the war. Despite their massive gains, he knows a good lot of his compatriots have already died fighting the Legion.

Although he once assumed he had a role to play in causing the coup, Sarah has done her part to tell him otherwise.

He has some sympathy for the Legion- it doesn’t seem fair for them to be utterly betrayed by their allies just for resources, although saying that out loud’ll get him weird looks.

And he has a little nagging fear. What if he or Sarah dies in battle? Or both of them? What then? Although Kyle is being taught how to do his own chores and things, he’ll be devastated and likely brought into the care of someone else, or whoever’s left will be overburdened.

[asksarahwilliams]

"Have you ever heard a Barn Owl screech?"

"One of our recent Barn Owls named Jareth won't shut up. Don't know why..."One of our recent Barn Owls named Jareth won't shut up. Don't know why..."

-Szayel,from The Aillwee Burren Experience(Ballycahill, Ballyvaughan, Co. Clare)