#outer banks season 2

[baocean]

no rest for the wicked

chapter two - flowers & grapefruit

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finding out your twin sister is alive after two weeks of trying to grieve her is a weird feeling.

then, finding out your brother shot your sister over money, that’s an even weirder feeling.

you’d been dragged through the mud these last few weeks. you haven’t been sleeping, haven’t been eating, your friends stopped reaching out after three or four tries.

your house wasn’t safe anymore. you flipped your shit on rafe when you found out he shot sarah. your sister, his sister. you just found out she was alive, and rafe’s trying to fucking kill her again.

now, you’re scared rafe knows you’re just as against him as sarah is. personally, you were scared. for yourself, for sarah, for wheezie. you had absolutely no idea what rafe was capable of, he just kept out performing himself.

conforming to the plan of staying alive, and after rafe scared you shitless with one of his crazy rants after trapping you in the kitchen, you went along with what he said, told people rafe was at home when the sheriff was shot, said sarah was awol.

you prayed that it would end up helping you, getting you back to your sister, getting the sheriff justice.

you’d keep out of the pogues way, half of them were batshit crazy anyway, go about your business. not anger your brother enough for him to point a loaded gun at you.

you walked the beach the next morning, wondering where sarah and john b were. they could be anywhere, by now.

it was sunrise, nothing but tourons walking their dogs and early morning runners out.

it was peaceful, beautiful. with the constant threats and reminders of what was happening at home, it was nice to get away, even for a little.

you were completely conflicted. rafe, your dad, sarah, they were your family. all of them have done bad things, including you. you couldn’t sit here and watch john b go down for something rafe did, but rafe was also your brother. ‘he needs help’, you kept reassuring yourself, ‘if he just got the help he needed, everything would be okay’.

you’d been around town, pretending everything was normal. you’d been back at the club while you watched people whisper about your sister. you also hadn’t seen any of the pogues since the party, hoping and praying that rafe had nothing to do with their disappearance.

at the same time you were heading back to your house, sarah and the rest of her friends were heading back to obx from charleston, after being reunited.

“i need to see yn.” sarah sighed, looking out onto the water. she hadn’t spoken to you in two weeks, the longest you’d ever gone without talking to one another. even the time she burnt your hair off trying to curl it, you only lasted seven days before you cracked.

“are you fucking kidding me?” jj broke the silence, everyone else simply not knowing how to.

“yes, i’m serious. she thinks im dead, jj.”

“nah, i told her the other day.” jj casually dropped, sarah giving him a confused look.

“why would you do that?”

“i thought she had the right to know. she wanted to tell rafe, but uh, guess he figured that one out on his own.” jj’s eyes flickered to sarah’s wound on her lower stomach.

“you know she’s telling people rafe wasn’t even there that day?” kiara spoke, harsh tone lacing her words.

everyone else remained silent, sarah just sighed. “i’m sure she has a good reason for it.”

“or maybe she’s just as psycho as rafe. did we ever think about that? can’t the mentally ill gene be passed down to multiple kids?” jj stood up.

“jj, just- just fucking stop, okay?” sarah fought back, forcing her blond friend back into his seat. “yn’s not perfect. but she’s not rafe. i know her, she’s not rafe.”

sarah defending you all while her heart was sinking to her feet. the thought of her twin sister defending her brother had that kind of effect on her.

you sat in your sisters room, looking at the photos on her dresser, the heap of dirty laundry in the corner, her comforter still messy from the morning when she left.

it still smelled like her, like flowers and grapefruit, like the perfume she wore.

you were relieved beyond belief that sarah was still alive, but you had no idea if you’d ever see her again.

the constant fear of what was happening, what could happen was all too much.

your breathing picked up, unable to get a deep breath of air. the world blurred around you, but you’ve had one of these before. you recognized this.

you had panic attacks the night your mom left, the few weeks after that. you didn’t have another one until you found out your sister died, that one hitting you so hard you didn’t remember the rest of the night.

and just as the tear fell down your cheek, your phone started to ring.

an unknown number, the one you had memorized anyway. why was jj calling?

you let it ring, trying to compose yourself the best you could. you were a cameron, grow the fuck up.

picking up the phone, your name was spoken before you could get a word out yourself.

your heart dropped, “sarah?”

“it’s me, sunshine.” her laugh rang through the phone, sending you into another fit of sobs.

sunshine was sarah’s favorite name for you, because in most cases, you were the complete opposite.

“oh my god, you’re here? are you okay? rafe fucking shot you, sarah. where are you?” you shot up, then realized rafe was probably in the other room, shunning your voice.

“i’m here, i’m fine. i’m at the chateau, using jj’s phone. i might come home, to talk to dad, to get help.”

“don’t come home. i can come there.”

“yea, that’s probably not the best idea right now. with you defending rafe and all.” sarah’s voice was hesitant, like at any moment, you’d snap at her too.

“sarah, i swear i don’t want to. rafe has gone off the fucking rails. we need to get him help.” you ran a shaky hand through your hair, pacing back in forth in your twin’s room.

“i know, i’m going to talk to dad. just, just stay there okay?”

“okay, i love you sare bear.” you smiled, even if it was weak. your sare bear, your sister. you couldn’t believe you were actually talking to her right now.

“love you too, sunshine.” and then the line was disconnected.

oh my god. oh my god. you were still so unsure how all of this happened so quickly.

one minute, your life is great. you have friends, money, great family, a guy to take your frustrations out on, all of it. then, all of the sudden you’re in this mess, and the only thing you have left is the cameron name.

an hour later, you were waiting outside on the patio, holding a book as a cover to pretend you busy.

you’d been waiting outside for sarah for almost thirty minutes, giving up hope that she was still coming.

you heard her before you saw her, popping up and throwing the book to the side. “sarah?”

seeing her made your heart physically hurt. she tried to smile, barely having it in her.

it was genuinely like a scene out of a movie, you felt like time was moving in slow motion.

you ran to where she has standing on the docks, colliding with her so hard you thought she’d fall over.

embracing her as hard as you could, you thought everything could finally be okay. that maybe you could be a family again, put it all behind you.

then, you heard your dad call her name.

you both turned around, and watched your dad walk towards you.

“sarah, my baby, i’m so happy you’re alive.” he weeped. sarah stepped back from him on instinct, grabbing your arm for reassurance.

a string of no’s and get back’s came from sarah, and you gave him a look.

the one thing sarah and you had in common were your eyes. you’d always been told that, actually. you guys had the same eye shape, color, lashes, everything. they always held so much emotion, unable to fully mask how you were feeling, ever.

right now, your dad had two sets of of the same sad eyes looking back at him.

“dad, cmon. give her some space.”

after a long talk, and much to sarah’s surprise, your dad did not agree or reason with her. by the time she was finished, she was crying.

“dad, i’m not coming home.” sarah said, making both you and your dad’s heads snap to her.

“what?” you breathed out, and she turned to you, a look of only sympathy painting her face.

“we’ll talk about it later, okay?” she nodded, smiled, then starting backing up towards the dock.

“then i’m coming with you.” you turned your entire body to her, raising your voice.

a tear slipped down sarah’s face, shaking her head no.

“what?” you drew out, almost mad at her that she had said no. you went to take a step forward, but two arms wrapped around your torso, forcing you back.

“i can’t let you do that, sweetie.” your dad hummed in your ear.

and with that, you started screaming, throwing your fists and kicking whatever you could to try to get your dad to let go of you.

sarah, still crying, started running towards the dock as you yelled her name.

you were sobbing now, weeping your sisters name as you watched her drive off on the boat, your dad still holding onto you for dear life.

after that, your dad locked you in your room for two days. something about your safety, who knows, you weren’t listening to him.

sarah finally got her phone back, and you ignored her several attempts to ‘talk about it later’.

sarah: yn please talk to me

sarah: i’m sorry things are so complicated right now i couldn’t bring you back to the chateau not right now

sarah: i can’t lose you too please text me back

sarah: dad called the police on john b. he’s in jail.

you didn’t answer the texts, at least, not right away. not until you got few other ones.

unknown: did you know your fucking dad was gonna call the cops on john b?

unknown: text sarah back and stop being a fucking bitch

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This parallel 🥺

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siren songs and stolen kisses - jj maybank masterlist

🌊new series alert!!🌊

im beyond exicted to finally share my brand new jj maybank x reader fic series with you guys<33

its called "siren songs and stolen ksses" so expect all the drama, thrill, and romance we love in the original show, but with a twist — you’re a Cameron.

synopsis: Growing up as a Cameron means power, prestige, and tension with the Pogues. But for you, there's something (or maybe someone) drawing you closer to the chaos on the other side. Following the series' events, "siren songs and stolen kisses" will put you right at the centre of the action — from high-speed chases to summer nights by the bonfire — but now with a Pogue who’s ready to risk it all for you.

episodes are dropping irregularly but frequently, so stay tuned and don’t forget to bring a life jacket — this journey’s going to be wild.

started: 11th november 2024

last updated: 26th december 2024

status: ongoing

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intro

1. pilot

2. the lucky compass

3. the forbidden zone

4. spy games

5. midsummers

6. parcel 9

7. dead calm

8. the runaway

9. the bell tower

10. the phantom (tbd!!)

[whumpypepsigal]

mentally im still here…

[toppersbitch]

Innocence // JJ Maybank x Reader

18+ Minors DNI

Summary: JJ overhears a convo between Kie, Sarah, and you and decided to take matters into his own hands.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: smoking marijuana, alcohol,  teasing, praise kink, choking, begging, unedited work

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The heat of the fire lit your face as you sat leaning on Kie. Sarah sat across, roasting a marshmallow. The pipe was passed to you, you held the light and covered the hole, taking a long inhale. The back of your throat burned, and your head clouded as you held your breath. You finally exhaled, watching it mix with the smoke from the fire. 

“Girls' night is gonna be so fun,” you giggled, “Finally we can gossip without the boys.” 

“About the boys,” Sarah said, letting out she inhale of smoke. 

“Give me more, I don’t wanna think,” you said grabbing for the pipe again. You took a hit, sitting there. You goofily flopped onto your side, letting the breath out. 

“I don’t want to think about Kelce for another second,” you had just broken up with him, a year of your life down the drain. 

“I don’t even know why you got with him,” Sarah giggled.

“It’s not like he’s even good in bed,” Kie said, staring straight at you. 

“Why the fuck would you know?” Sarah asked, a baffled look on her face. 

“Woah woah not like that, y/n told me.” Kie threw her hands up in the air signaling she was innocent. 

“Wait tell all!” Sarah got up and skipped over to Kie and you. She kneeled and smiled widely. 

“Okay well-“ you paused gathering your thoughts, “he doesn’t like foreplay.” They both dropped their hands to their laps, eyes wide. 

“Like none at all?” Sarah started at you while hitting the pipe. 

“Like maybe like a minute of fingering max,” you thought back to all the times, “oh and he never reciprocated oral.” 

“Oh my god you have to be kidding!” Kie threw her hands in the air, “you never told me all that.” 

“He’s also never touched my boobs, only grazed by fucking accident,” you rolled your eyes. 

Kie and Sarah both looked at them with eyes wide open. 

“And I’ve only orgasmed twice,” you smiled goofily.

“Out of how many times?” Kie added a marshmallow to her stick.

“Lik-“ you were cut off abruptly. 

“AHHHHHHH” the boys come jumping out of the bushes, alcohol in hand. 

You jumped up, terror filling you. Kie threw her roasting stick, marshmallow and all. Sarah covered her eyes and curled into herself. 

They began to laugh, JJ falling holding his stomach with one hand and a bottle of vodka with the other. John B picked up Sarah, and Pope dodged Kie’s stick. 

“You guys were supposed to come back till tomorrow morning,” you pouted, worrying they heard anything you said. 

“Well coming early never hurt anyone,” JJ raised an eyebrow at you. You felt yourself blushing as everyone else laughed. 

“Pretend like you didn’t hear please I’m begging,” you placed your hands together flat and shook them towards him. He began to laugh at you, holding his stomach. 

“Maybe you should’ve done that for Kelce,” he slapped his knee, and you shot him a glare. 

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop,” his hands surrendered. 

The conversations and laughs continued through the night, the fire slowly dying as you all stopped trying to keep it alive. John B and Sarah disappeared into the château, and Kie and Pope retired to sleeping bags on the HMS Pogue. It was only you and JJ, poking at the ashes on the fire. 

“Soooo,” JJ dragged out, raising an eyebrow, “how are you feeling about your breakup?” 

You rolled your eyes, the inevitable topic of the week. You dropped the stick you had been poking around with. 

“Fine I guess, kinda lonely.” You laid back on the blanket, laying a hand across your stomach. 

“You can’t be lonely when I’m here,” JJ jumped up, dragging his blanket towards yours. He laid down hitting his head on yours. 

“Ow, watch it.” You said bringing a hand to rub the spot. You laid, top of head to top of the head. You felt his hair, softer than any hair you’d ever felt. You lost yourself, running your hands in it.

His hand lazily draped itself onto your face, feeling your nose and eyes, and finally stopping to caress your jaw. His thumb found your lips and your hand halted it playing in his hair. His thumb slid across your upper lip, then pushed down on the bottom. You opened and his thumb slipped inside, he pushed down on your bottom teeth as you swirled your tongue around.

He slid the finger out, your lips smacking back together. 

“Good girl,” JJ whispered, your stomach filled with butterflies as your body began to tingle.

His hand disappeared from view and his head came back into view shortly after. He had a gentle smile on his face as you sat up. The two of you sat across from each other. 

“So Kelce really never touched your…” He finished by looking down, his eyes falling upon your breasts in the tank top.

“No,” you shook your head, looking down ashamed. You subconsciously began to pick at your fingers, trying your hardest to ignore JJ’s gaze on you. 

“No, don't be embarrassed,” he grabbed your hands to stop the picking, “some men just don’t know how to please a woman.” 

You let out a breathy laugh, your body shaking. His hand moved up from your hand to your arms. Squeezing lightly, his fingered tips were rough and calloused in comparison to your soft and tanned skin. He reached for the strap of your tank top, stopping. 

“May I?” He made eye contact, and you nodded. He moved the straps off your shoulders, you pulled the top over your head. You became alarmingly aware of how much skin was showing now. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he smiled down at you, his hands laying on your thighs, “here I’ll take my off too.” He lifted him off and you looked up and down his tanned and toned body. 

“Come on, you can touch,” he pulled your hand to his abs, “I know you want to,” he smirked at you winking. You allowed yourself to run your hands down his abs, feeling every line. You felt your way down his happy trail, tracing the band of his swim trunks. 

You pulled at them, letting them bounce back onto his skin. He let out a gasp and you a giggle. 

“Cruel,” he said, his hand moving forward, his finger grazing over your clothed cunt. Your body jumped, and you looked up and saw a smirk on his face. He continued to move his hand, reaching for the button of your shorts. 

He began to unbutton them, watching your face as you watched his hands. 

“Is this alright?” He asked, you nodded eagerly. “Hm?” He questioned your response. 

“Yes, it’s alright.” You said just wanted him to rip them off already. You laid back allowing him to pull them off. His hands met your hips, making you tense and relax. His finger plays with the bikini bottoms. His hands continued up until they were caressing your face, and he moved to straddle you. 

“So Kelce never did any of this?” His thumb moved back and forth across your face. 

“No,” you pressed your face into his hands, forcing more contact. 

“Do you want to keep going?” His eyes met with yours, piercing blue into yours.

“Yeah,” your voice was barely above a whisper. He moved his head down towards you. Connecting your lips, finally giving you some release. His tongue pressed into your mouth, and you gasped for air. His tongue fought with yours in a playful way, leaving you on the edge of dominance. 

His hands kneaded every inch of your body, finally landing on a breast. You moaned in response, you chuckled into the kiss. 

“Such a good girl,” he praised your noises, and your body tingled again, “tell me how good I make you feel,” one hand moved up to your throat and squeezed lightly, “tell me.”

“Mhmm so good,” you barely responded through your moans. 

He moved down, pulling your breasts out of its cup, his mouth attached to your tit. His tongue moved around widely while he sucked. His hand moved down slipping into your bottoms. His finger moved along the slit. 

“Please,” you begged through moans. He slid a finger in, pumping it in and out. You moved your hips, wishing to feel more. He lifted his head from your chest and smirked up. He slid another finger in, making a different feeling arise. He began to move his fingers differently, hitting your g-spot. You bucked your hips up, he moved his fingers faster. Your stomach tightened, and your hand gripped JJ’s forearm. You could feel his muscles tensing with every movement. Your entire body tensed up, ecstasy taking over. You dug your nails into his arms, his fingers still pumping in and out. 

“One more,” he urged you, his hand continuing its movements. Quickly your stomach released and tightened again. You pushed your legs together, JJ’s free hand moving to push them open, he continued moving his fingers in and out. 

“Come on darlin.”

“Fuck,” you whined out, and your leg began to shake involuntarily. Your body is filled with static, an overwhelming feeling taking over your body. 

“Good, just like that,” JJ said, his voice gruff and demanding. He stopped, slowly pulling out his fingers. His hand traveled up your mouth, his fingers lightly grazing your skin. He pushed his fingers in your mouth, making you taste yourself, “so good for me.”

He pulled up your bikini bottoms, his hands resting on your hips. 

“Thank you, JJ,” your voice was surprisingly light and quiet. 

“Anytime you need baby,” he laughed his normal JJ laugh, laying down on his back, “now go to sleep,” he was using his fake authoritative voice. You did so, watching the stars above you, the view interrupted by tree branches above

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I won't lie this has been sitting in my drafts unfinished for so long(like fr since season 2 was released)! I figured this was the perfect time to finish and post it. I hope everyone enjoys!!!

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[twinklelilstarkey]

Tutor: Dress Picking

Words: 2.4k Type: Angst? Warnings: This is literally a chapter just to announce that I'm back, so, yeah, settle in folks :) because shit is about to hit the fan, but not yet.

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Hours later, when stepping into school, you are more than in a good mood. You must admit, you almost got to school late due to oversleeping with Rafe after having conversations that led until 5AM. Your headache has gone away with a simple aspirin, and most of your worrisome thoughts are in the back of your mind, safely tucked away.

You also were able to leave the house with Rafe without his family noticing, and the same thing goes for your parents. You made it home safely, put on new clothes as you had already showered at Rafe’s house, and he dropped you off at school. Your parents would never know of such a thing as they weren’t home when you got there, and you, supposedly, were with a friend of yours the whole night – one they know very well, but have no idea you don’t even speak to anymore.

Almost late or not, every minute of this morning was better than any other. You wish you were still in bed and that today was a Saturday, not a Wednesday. A day where you could just lie in bed with Rafe, talk about life, and get affection. Gosh, you would sell a kidney for that. Your poor kidneys.

You still got a few minutes in the car with him, even though different, it was still minutes that you had for yourselves. A lot of kisses and reassuring words were exchanged. As well as promises that everything will go well and nothing bad will happen. And if it does, he’ll be parked outside as soon as you call, ready to get you home.

Because of this, when the bell rings to tell you to get to class, your mind is still cloudy and warm.

You sit on your chair and stare at the empty page of a notebook while remembering the dumb ways Rafe made you laugh this morning, from the time in bed to the shower. The way his kisses were always soft and warm, and his arms would always hug you tightly and close enough for all your worries to fly away. Ugh, that kidney is about to go.

The classroom's door closes as the teacher walks inside, and the class begins. You lift your eyes off your notebook and notice a bit of movement beside you. You don’t have to look to know. Kristy wasn’t missing school again. She’s in class. In her usual seat, beside you. Her eyes are currently drilling a hole into the side of your head with all that staring, kind of hard to ignore.

Overall, the class itself is very uneventful since school is about to end, and there isn’t much the teacher can do to make everyone still find it in their will to study or work further. Due to this, the hour is slow, and there aren’t many notes that you can take from what is taught and discussed between the teacher and the other students.

In the corner of your eye, you see a small piece of paper being slid over to your side of the table, but you look away as soon as you can. You’re sure that Kristy is better than sliding small pieces of paper asking for an apology or time to talk, but maybe after the stunt that she was able to pull on you in that car... You probably need to draw new conclusions about this girl.

Throughout this one class, you continuously saw how Kristy tried to get your attention by sliding the piece of paper closer and closer or even trying to write a completely new one. You ignored all of her attempts. But also hesitated to check your vibrating phone as the possibility of it being her was just as large as the piece of paper she last tried to slide into your field of view.

The bell rang, and the teacher screamed the small assignment over the loud chatter that quickly erupted. You took a quick note of it in case you forgot it and got up to put your things away. Five different pieces of paper are just by your notebook now, and you almost want to scoff at the stupidity. Curiosity is also biting at your skin for wanting to know what is written in all of them, but you are better than that. Kristy sits there as you put your things away, almost as if waiting for you to address her or pick up her papers.

You slide your bag over your shoulder and take a step to the side to begin walking to the door. You ignore the hand that stretches in your direction to get a hold of your arm (but fails) and walk out of the room. Once outside, your phone begins to vibrate in your pocket, and you pull it out, knowing for a fact that Kristy isn't that ridiculous. The caller: Mom.

“Hello?” You say as soon as you accept the call and put your phone by your ear.

“Guess who just got invited to a party?” Your mom asks excitingly.

“You?”

“All of us!” She corrects excitingly. “Rose Cameron just called, saying that there will be a small get-together with the few families close to the Camerons at the country club. We’re all invited to celebrate your and many others' graduation. Isn't this amazing?”

You open your locker while an expression of surprise is more than obvious on your face. She continues to talk to you all about the details of the party, like how many people, what to wear and what will be there for decoration. You move your books around in the locker to switch classes, and not once do you need to speak because your mother speaks for the both of you.

The call drags out until the next bell calls you into class, yet not a new word has been said by you during the whole thing. You smile at your mom’s rare excitement for a party because, sincerely, it's hard to forget how any event organized by Rose has left your socialite of a mom more than pleased with the range of guests, food, or conversations. You’re in for a hell of a night.

“When is it, exactly?” You ask right as you get near the classroom.

“At the end of this week. Rose said something about it being a great way to celebrate the end of classes for all the graduating students invited.” She explains, leaving you to nod to yourself, “When are you free to go dress shopping?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Well, we won’t need more than an hour,” a lie, “to find a good dress for you, so as soon as you know a day we can go, call me back.”

“Will do.”

“Now, go to class. Your bell must have rung almost 5 minutes ago.”

You chuckle at her exactness and say your goodbyes before ending the call. Inside the classroom, you find everyone already seated, but the teacher is still absent. You walk towards the back of the class and ignore the same pair of eyes as before - since it seems the person has failed to gain something more interesting to look at lately.

You take your usual seat and think back on the conversation with your mother. The party doesn’t seem bad, but you can only wish for good company during it. Usually, your company in parties such as this is not exactly talking with you, much to their disappointment. And standing by your parents the entire evening doesn’t seem exactly exciting, as the conversations will be quite… uninteresting for your ears, surely.

While you occupy your free time on your phone, ignoring the constant whispering and glaring from all directions of the room, the teacher continues to take his sweet time to appear. Long enough for the guy in front of you to turn around and hand you yet another piece of paper. At this point, trees cry with all the attempts at communication Kristy happens to do.

Maybe it was how annoyed you felt. Maybe it was the fact that all their attention left you as soon as the teacher decided to walk in with a mug of hot coffee in hand. But you opened this last piece of paper. Truthfully, you did it so quick the unfolding and folding back up wasn't noticed by a single soul, and you read it.

Are you going to Cameron’s party? – Kristy

(…)

“Definitely not my color, mom.” You say for the thousandth time while looking at yourself in the mirror of the boutique.

“Are you sure? I like it on you.” She says while tilting her head to take another good look at you.

“I like the style, just not the color.” You admit to her, in a calm tone, nothing to start fights over - as you usually tend to do when picking a dress for a party your mom is so excited about. “The red looks better on me.”

Your mom gives you her usual look, ‘Well, but I hate red’, which only lets you know that this discussion about a dress will lead you to another hour of dress shopping. Nothing ever made you feel as grateful for yourself for clearing your schedule the way you did for this entire evening. As always, your mom is against any color that isn’t light and sweet or any cleavage that isn’t conservative enough. While you happen to like a lot of different styles of dresses and have dealt with your mother’s antics for years, your tastes still tend to clash.

“Red is too much, I think,” she comments, turning to look at the large number of dresses she has asked the worker to get for her. “What about blue?”

“Depends on the shade.” You try to ignore the look she sends you over her shoulder but fail miserably while looking down at the ground to chuckle.

“This one is too dark, I think.” She says while holding a silk dark blue dress with thin straps, “What about this one?”

“It almost looks white, mom. I’m not getting married.”

“Okay, Miss Picky. You pick one, then.”

It went on for hours, but soon you two came to an agreement after much begging on your part and almost on the store’s worker's part as well. You settled on a blue, not too light or too dark, dress with straps (your mother insisted). It has a straight neckline, but due to it being silk, it sits well on your chest. It tightens at your waist (again, due to your mother’s request: not too much), and its length rests gracefully at your feet – leaving you enough room to walk, but not much.

The moment you dramatically took in the fresh air outside, your mom wasn’t shy to pinch the back of your arm for the drama you decided to drag throughout the day. This also helped keep her distracted as your phone continuously received texts from a certain group of people who still are desperate to know if you were going to the party. They made it impossible for you to show her anything on your phone, like dress ideas, without her seeing the messages constantly being sent.

You take your seat on your mom’s car seat and set the bag with the dress inside by your legs, beginning to block the entirety of the group of girls on your phone. They have been asking you for, you assume, the same thing that Kristy had written in those papers yesterday in class: another conversation among all of you.

In all the messages you’ve received from them, you’ve read the ridiculous words of ‘unfair’ and ‘selfish’ all directed at you for either not answering the messages or not speaking to them in school, though all they did was stare at you once they saw you. You’re not sure you heard a single word come out of their mouths the day before or this morning. They all stayed silent while their eyes scanned your every move. It was obsessive, and they were driving you insane for it.

You’re just thankful that you were able to spend the evening with your mom, away from their gazes, as well as for the recent silence coming from your phone now that all contacts are blocked. Now you can finally relax and stop thinking about them and your conversation. But maybe you spoke too soon.

“Is everything alright between you and the girls?” Your mom suddenly asks while driving you both home. Her tone is calm and sweet, with nothing hidden behind it.

“Why do you ask?” You try to sound as calm as possible.

“I just feel like they haven’t been hanging out in our house that much lately. You’re always the one going out to see them,” She explains, not knowing that all the times you’ve gone out to see ‘them’ lately have been to see Rafe or Patty instead. “I sort of miss having the house full of girls.”

You two sit in silence while you simply look out of the window into the night, trying not to make any faces or sounds that could lead you into a lie that will snowball into the avalanche that is your current situation.

“We’ve just been busy, you know? With finals and all.”

“Will they be at the party?” She asks, still unphased by anything you’ve said.

“Yeah,” You assume, yet still make sure your tone makes you sound sure of your words.

“Well, good. I’ve missed talking to them. Maybe we can plan something.”

You almost zone out as soon as she begins to talk about the possibilities of having something cute like an afternoon tea party, or anything along those lines. How will you even be able to tell her the truth? You'll break her heart.

“Yeah…” You look out of your window again, “We could do that.”

As you continuously look away, your mother takes a look at you when stopped at a red light, with her smile still bright and sweet, ready to get one in return. But your eyes and mind are elsewhere - far away from the conversation you’ve just had. She noticed how your tone had just dipped from dramatic and happy to something so different it was hard to pick apart with such a short answer.

Your mother opens her mouth to say something, maybe even question your sudden change of mood directly, but the light turning green was enough to take her attention away. Some other time, she’ll be able to make you talk to her, confide in her about what could’ve happened to make you so moody. She’ll be there to hear it no matter what, right?

Am I back 100%? I have no idea. Did I write this while having no plans to do it? Also yes. I hope it was good!

Hope you enjoyed it!! AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!

[drewsephrry]

Chase Stokes, Chris Briney and Lili Reinhart at the Armani Mare event in Malibu, California

[marvelsgirl616]

[tortoisewithoutashell]

Some of my absolute favorite Sarah Cameron outfits!

[thewrittenpodcast]

Bring back the bangs pls

[rafecameronenjoyer]

[janesarahspidey]

[renegadesstuff]

He knows when to check on her 🥺🤍

[212-apricity]

siren songs and stolen kisses, intro

ssask masterlist main masterlist

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The salty breeze hit my face as I sprinted down the docks, sneakers pounding against the weathered wood as I bolted toward the clearing where my friends had disappeared only moments before. I could hear the distant shouts of cops behind me—orders barked out and the sound of feet scuffling on gravel. It wasn't the first time I'd found myself in trouble here on the Outer Banks, but it was the first time I’d been with the Pogues and not my family.

This was your world, split down the middle. Your family name made you a Kook, through and through. A Cameron, with everything it implied. Your father never let you forget it. But in the past few years, ever since Kiara dragged you along to some gathering on the Cut, you found yourself weaving between worlds, living on the edge of both Kook privilege and the carefree rebellion of the Pogues. Somewhere along the way, they'd just accepted you, like you'd been with them all along.

And then there was JJ Maybank.

You'd noticed him right away—sun-bleached hair, mischievous grin, and an attitude that made him as unforgettable as he was unpredictable. But despite everything you'd been through together, you two were just friends. JJ was a bit of a hurricane, something wild and free that both thrilled and scared you, and you weren't exactly sure what to make of it. So, for now, you let it be.

"Y/N! Move!" Kiara's voice sliced through the humid air, snapping you out of your thoughts. I barely had time to dodge to the left as John B sprinted by, a smug grin on his face as he tossed something small and metallic over his shoulder—probably just to mess with the cops.

Laughing breathlessly, I caught up to the group, JJ pulling me into the Twinkie. His grin stretched across his face as he looked at me, eyes bright with adrenaline. "Look at you, Cameron, running from the cops. Almost like a real Pogue."

I scoffed, swatting his shoulder. "Careful, Maybank, or I'll show you what a real Pogue can do."

He held up his hands in surrender, still grinning, but I could see the gleam in his eye���the one that always seemed to challenge me, even if I didn't know what game I was playing yet.

The four of you took off down the road in the Twinkie, JJ making fun of the helpless officer trailing behind.

I had no idea where the night would take me, but that was the thrill of it, wasn't it?

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little intro there as a taster of whats to come w this series, but im so so so exicted to get started w this- i already love it and i hope you guys do too, lmk what you think<33

[thatsweeird]

obx s3 i don't want any ship i just need ✨friendship✨ and i mean: JJ & John B.

These two need to talk to each other about their shit because JJ nearly lost John B in the hurricane and John B nearly lost JJ to sea and John B was almost killed and now Luke is gone, maybe forever, and JJ is more of an orphan than ever and John B is the only one who understands this and we don't even know if he knew about the abuse AND I PHYSICALLY NEED them to talk bc their friendship is literally the purest thing in the show.