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deadass, it’s so funny and scary when these guys get mad

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UNEXPECTED TURNS - PART 1

OBX X TVD FANFICTION

jj maybank x gilbert!reader x rafe cameron

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Y/n woke to the soft, steady crash of waves breaking in the distance, the ocean breeze carrying the faint cries of seagulls through the thin curtains of her guest room. For a moment, the tranquility made her forget where she was. Her surroundings—polished wooden floors, crisp white linens, and furniture that looked like it belonged in a coastal interior design catalog—were a stark contrast to the comforting chaos of Mystic Falls.

She sat up, glancing at the half-unpacked suitcase in the corner. The realization of her new reality hit her like a wave crashing against the shore. She was here in the Outer Banks, not for a vacation or a summer escape, but because life had crumbled beneath her feet. Her parents were gone. Elena and Jeremy were back home, dealing with their grief in their own ways, and she had run—ran to a place that held memories of simpler, happier times.

Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, the screen lighting up with a message from Elena: How is it there?

Y/n stared at the message for a moment, unsure how to respond. The truth—that she felt adrift, out of place, and unsure if she’d made the right choice—felt too heavy to put into words. Instead, she typed back a simple Fine and put the phone back down.

A sharp knock interrupted her thoughts, and before she could answer, Sarah Cameron strode into the room, her energy radiating like the morning sun. She was dressed in a cropped tank top and cutoff shorts, her long blonde hair loosely braided over her shoulder.

“Good, you’re awake!” Sarah said, a mischievous grin lighting up her face.

“Barely,” y/n muttered, rubbing her eyes.

“Come on, sleepyhead. We’re going out. Topper and I are giving you the full OBX tour today. You’ve been back for twenty-four hours, and all you’ve done is mope around the house.”

Y/n groaned. “Do I have a choice in this?”

Sarah tilted her head, pretending to think. “Nope. Wear something cute but comfortable. And maybe sunglasses—you’ve got that whole ‘mourning my tragic past’ thing going on.”

“Wow, thanks for the pep talk,” y/n said dryly, throwing a pillow at her.

“You’re welcome!” Sarah said with a laugh, dodging the pillow and disappearing back into the hallway.

Fifteen minutes later, y/n found herself crammed into the back seat of Sarah’s Jeep with Topper Thornton riding shotgun. The Jeep bounced along the winding roads of the Outer Banks, the salt air whipping through the open windows. Sarah drove like she owned the place, one hand on the wheel while the other gestured wildly as she pointed out landmarks.

“This is the marina,” Sarah said as they drove past a stretch of shiny docks lined with boats. “Dad expanded it last year. It’s mostly for tourists, but some of the Kooks rent slips here too.”

Topper smirked. “Locals? You mean Kooks. You won’t catch any Pogues around here unless they’re trying to steal something.”

Y/n frowned, leaning forward. “Are we seriously still doing this Kooks-versus-Pogues thing? I thought that was just a dumb rivalry from when we were kids.”

“It’s worse now,” Sarah said, rolling her eyes. “It’s, like, a full-on war. But don’t worry—you’re with us, so you’re golden.”

Y/n wasn’t so sure she liked the idea of being lumped in with the Kooks, even if her family connections to the Camerons made it unavoidable. She remembered spending summers here as a kid, running around barefoot on the beach and climbing trees with Sarah, before the lines between Kooks and Pogues had mattered. Back then, the Outer Banks had felt magical. Now, it felt like a place where the air was thick with unspoken rules and expectations.

The Jeep rattled onto a dirt path leading to the beach, where Sarah parked haphazardly before hopping out. Topper followed, stretching his arms over his head, and y/n climbed out after them, shielding her eyes against the bright sunlight.

“This is the north side,” Sarah said, sweeping her arms out dramatically. “The best beaches, the best views, the best people.”

Topper snorted. “Basically, it’s where we are. Anywhere else? Pogue territory.”

Y/n ignored his comment, instead letting her gaze drift to the stretch of shoreline. The beach was beautiful, with golden sand that seemed to stretch on forever and turquoise waves crashing against the shore. She could see groups of people scattered across the sand—some sunbathing, some playing volleyball, and others gathered around coolers and umbrellas.

“This is where the bonfire will be tonight,” Sarah said, nudging y/n. “You have to come. It’s tradition.”

“Bonfire?” y/n asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Everyone goes,” Sarah said. “Well, everyone worth knowing.”

Topper smirked. “Translation: it’s a Kook thing. Don’t expect any Pogues to show up unless they’re looking for trouble.”

“Noted,” y/n said, feeling a twinge of unease at the casual way Topper dismissed the Pogues. She remembered them from her childhood—locals who lived on the island year-round, working hard and making do with what they had. Back then, the divide between Kooks and Pogues had felt stupid and arbitrary. Now, it seemed like it had calcified into something much worse.

-

By the time night fell, the beach was unrecognizable. The sky was painted in deep shades of orange and purple, the air alive with the scent of salt and smoke from the massive bonfire at the center of the gathering. Music blasted from portable speakers, and clusters of people stood around laughing, drinking, and dancing.

Y/n followed Sarah and Topper through the crowd, feeling a little like an outsider as they stopped every few feet to greet someone. Sarah was in her element, her golden hair glowing in the firelight as she waved and hugged friends.

“Stick with us,” Sarah said, glancing over her shoulder at y/n. “It’s a lot at first, but you’ll get the hang of it.”

Y/n nodded, though she wasn’t so sure. The energy around her was electric, but it was also overwhelming. She felt like she was watching from the outside, unable to find her footing in the chaos.

“Relax,” Sarah said, nudging her. “You look like you’re at a funeral.”

“Thanks,” y/n said dryly.

Before Sarah could say anything else, the sound of shouting cut through the music. Y/n turned toward the commotion and saw a group of boys shoving each other near the edge of the crowd.

“Pogues,” Sarah muttered under her breath.

Y/n frowned, stepping closer to get a better look. The boys were clearly outnumbered, but they didn’t seem fazed. One of them—a tall blond with a cigarette tucked behind his ear—was grinning like he found the whole thing amusing.

“Of course, it’s J.J. Maybank,” Sarah said, sighing. “That kid is nothing but trouble.”

Before y/n could respond, another voice cut through the chaos.

“Hey! Back off.”

A boy with shaggy brown hair and a bandana stepped forward, his tone calm but commanding. The tension in the air shifted, and after a few moments, the Kooks backed off, muttering insults under their breath as they walked away.

“Let’s go,” Sarah said, grabbing y/n’s arm.

But y/n couldn’t help stealing one last glance at the group of Pogues as they disappeared into the shadows. The blond caught her eye, his lopsided grin flashing in the firelight.

-

The next morning, y/n couldn’t stop thinking about the Pogues. There was something magnetic about them—something raw and unpolished that stood in stark contrast to the carefully curated world of the Kooks. Their confidence, their camaraderie, the way they seemed to care so little about fitting into the mold of the Outer Banks hierarchy—it intrigued her.

When Sarah suggested another beach day, y/n quickly agreed, hoping for an excuse to escape the polished monotony of the Cameron household and maybe—just maybe—run into the Pogues again.

After an hour of tanning and half-listening to Sarah gossip about Kook drama, y/n excused herself to take a walk down the shoreline. She strolled aimlessly, the ocean breeze cooling her sun-warmed skin, until she caught sight of a group gathered by a rickety boat on the far end of the beach.

At first, she thought it might just be another group of locals, but then she spotted the unmistakable blond from the bonfire. J.J. Maybank. His stance was casual, leaning against the side of the boat with a cigarette tucked behind his ear, while the others were unloading supplies and joking around.

Her heart raced as she approached, though she wasn’t entirely sure why. Maybe it was curiosity, or maybe it was the subtle rebellion of walking away from Sarah’s world and into theirs.

“Hey,” she called out as she got closer, her voice tentative but steady.

The group turned to look at her, their chatter halting mid-sentence. For a moment, y/n felt like an intruder, but then J.J. smirked, his blue eyes lighting up with mischief.

“Well, well,” he drawled, pushing off the boat and sauntering toward her. “If it isn’t the Kook princess from last night.”

Y/n frowned, crossing her arms. “I’m not a princess.”

J.J. tilted his head, pretending to consider her words. “No? Sure about that? You’re dressed the part. What are those—designer flip-flops?”

“They’re normal flip-flops, you jerk,” y/n shot back, though her voice was more amused than offended.

Before J.J. could retort, another voice chimed in. “Leave her alone, J.J. You don’t have to scare off everyone we meet.”

A boy with shaggy brown hair and a bandana stepped forward, a friendly smile on his face. He extended a hand toward y/n. “I’m John B. Sorry about him—he was born this way.”

“Y/n,” she said, shaking his hand.

“Nice to meet you,” John B. said, his smile widening. “So, what brings you to this side of the island? Don’t Kooks usually stick to their yachts and country clubs?”

“Maybe I needed a change of scenery,” y/n said, glancing between them. “Besides, I grew up here—well, summers, at least. I’m not completely out of place.”

“Summers, huh?” another voice said. A tall, broad-shouldered boy with a serious expression looked up from the crate he’d been tying down. “That makes you Kook-adjacent at best.”

“Pope,” John B. said, rolling his eyes, “we don’t need to analyze her credentials.”

“I wasn’t analyzing,” Pope replied, shrugging. “Just making an observation.”

Y/n grinned. “Fair enough. And you are…?”

“Pope,” he said simply, giving her a nod.

“Don’t let him fool you,” a girl chimed in as she emerged from behind the boat, brushing sand off her hands. “He’s nicer than he looks. I’m Kiara, by the way.”

“Y/n,” she said again, instantly warming to the girl’s laid-back vibe.

“Wait, wait, wait,” J.J. interrupted, stepping into her line of sight and holding up his hands. “Let me get this straight. You’re telling me you’re a Kook—”

“Not a Kook,” y/n corrected.

“Whatever,” J.J. said with a wave of his hand. “You’re a Cameron?”

Y/n sighed. “Technically, I’m staying with the Camerons. My parents used to be friends with Ward. But that doesn’t mean I’m part of their world, okay?”

“Wow,” J.J. said, leaning closer with a mock-serious expression. “That almost sounded convincing.”

“J.J., give it a rest,” Kiara said, smacking him on the arm.

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh. Despite J.J.’s teasing, there was something endearing about his energy, the way he seemed to delight in stirring up trouble.

“So,” John B. said, cutting through the banter, “what do you think of the OBX so far? You’ve been back, what, a couple days?”

“It’s… different,” y/n admitted, choosing her words carefully. “It’s not like I remember it. Everything feels more divided. Like everyone’s stuck on which side of the island they belong to.”

“Welcome to the new normal,” Kiara said dryly. “Kooks versus Pogues. It’s like a soap opera that never ends.”

“Except way more fun,” J.J. added, tossing a small fishing net into the boat. “If you’re on the Pogue side, that is. Kooks don’t know how to have a good time.”

“Right,” Pope said, his voice laced with sarcasm. “Because you’re the poster child for wholesome fun, J.J.”

The group laughed, and y/n found herself smiling along with them. Their dynamic was infectious—lighthearted but grounded in an unspoken bond that she could already sense.

“So, what’s the deal with the boat?” y/n asked, gesturing toward the worn but sturdy-looking vessel.

“This beauty?” John B. said, patting the side of the boat affectionately. “This is the HMS Pogue. She’s our ticket to freedom—and occasionally trouble.”

“And sometimes sinking,” Pope added.

“Only once,” John B. said defensively.

“And we fixed her,” Kiara added, shooting a glare at Pope.

“Barely,” Pope muttered, earning another round of laughs.

Y/n felt herself relaxing more with each passing minute. She wasn’t sure how it had happened so quickly, but something about the Pogues felt easy—natural. They didn’t seem to care where she came from or what she’d been through; they just welcomed her into their orbit like she’d always belonged.

“So, y/n,” J.J. said, his voice drawing her attention back to him. He was leaning against the boat again, his blue eyes gleaming with curiosity. “If you’re not a Kook, and you’re not exactly a Pogue, what does that make you?”

Y/n thought for a moment, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “I guess I’m just… me.”

J.J. grinned, pushing himself upright. “Fair enough. But if you’re gonna hang with us, you better be ready for some adventures. We don’t do boring.”

“Good thing I’m not looking for boring,” y/n replied, her tone playful.

J.J. raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. “I like her already.”

“She’s definitely got potential,” Kiara agreed.

“Well, I’ll take that as a compliment,” y/n said, crossing her arms.

John B. clapped her on the shoulder. “You’re officially a provisional Pogue. Congratulations.”

“Provisional?” y/n asked, laughing.

“Don’t worry,” Pope said with a smirk. “The bar’s pretty low.”

As the group dissolved into laughter again, y/n realized that for the first time since arriving in the Outer Banks, she felt like she was exactly where she was meant to be. The Pogues were chaotic, irreverent, and maybe a little reckless, but they were also real in a way that no one else on the island seemed to be.

And something told her that this was only the beginning.

[daenysthedreamer101]

Ate her up, as per usual

[mischiefbuckley]

I HAD SEEN A TWEET OF SOMEONE FANCASTING JOSEPH MORGAN AS “DANIEL” AND I CAN’T UNSEE IT

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@cuddlyreader, @gothicbarbie, @sansalicents, @crowley-anthony, @thepromisethatlovecouldbeeternal

obviously I didn't include 7/8 lol

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Masterlist

The Vampire Diares

Perception series: Y/n has always had the powers of perception. So when she drops some books off at the Salvatore residence, she expects to find trouble, being the odd one out and everything, she doesn't expect his name to be Damon Salvatore.

Pt 1

Pt 2

Pt 3

Pt 4

AU's and ONESHOTS

Heartbreak campus (Damon x reader) Angst/fluff

Harry Potter: The Marauders

Observing Laine Crowley: Lily Evans has noticed something odd. Her fifth year was nothing new. She still hated James Potter's friends just as much as she hated James Potter, but she had a new problem... Sirius Black seems to be falling for the wrong girl without anybody noticing. What does a villain like Black have to offer a girl like Laine Crowley, and why does Lily care so much?

Pt 1

AU's and ONESHOTS

James Potter

A Simple Christmas

Captains orders

The Umbrella Academy

AUs and ONESHOTS

Five Hargreeves

Tag, you owe me

Not Her

[shadebyshad]

About Kol's death...

First of all, I think it's funny how Elena has the most genocidal ideas. The girl goes to such lengths to put her life at risk, it's comical. She didn't want to let Jeremy kill the random vampires Klaus brought to him because it would take years and be a lot of innocent deaths, BUT killing an original and thousands, THOUSANDS OF VAMPIRES THAT HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH IT, seemed like a great idea. And since she's the doppelganger and the world revolves around her, everyone agreed that committing genocide and basically declaring war on the Originals once again was a great idea.

Seeing Klaus' reaction to seeing his brother die broke my heart, I think it's a beautiful and tragic scene. But I find it so oc how the character went on, both Klaus and Elijah (the noble brother and devoted to his family) did NOTHING.

Klaus is one of the most intelligent villains I've ever seen and I love him for it. He's always one step ahead, in season 2 nobody knew if he was real or not and, regardless, Klaus is always in a place of glory. That's why I don't understand how there wasn't a Machiavellian revenge plot or a mass murder or anything. Not only did they kill Kol, they also defied his family, for the second/third time. I think it's reasonable for Klaus to spend some time contained and isolated because of his grief. It's easier to feel angry and resentful when you find out about Kol's death than to see it happening and not be able to do anything about it, I see it as a possibility that Klaus will be in shock and catatonic for a while, a short while.

Another person I expected to have a brutal reaction was Elijah. He's noble and polite, but he's also an Original, he's also violent, devoted to his family and, even though the violence of his actions makes him distressed, he wasn't going to do anything against the people who killed his brother. Elijah is a hypocrite and I think that adds to his complexity, but not taking revenge on Kol, or Finn? It's really weird

Even though it's canon that Rebekah is temperamental and volatile, I don't think an uncontrolled killing spree suits her, but doing nothing and befriending Elena without humanity is too much for me. An outrage from the writers. What is it?! C'mon, have some sense

By the way, a bunch of vampires not wanting to pay attention to the fears of the oldest vampire in the world is dumb to say the least. Silas is very dangerous, I wish someone had warned me before, don't you? Someone with a lot of life experience, you know? Someone like Kol Mikaelson

[cursedchildofchaos]

I know he's committed so many atrocities, but his kicked puppy demeanor has drawn me right back in

[chloesreality]

don’t get me wrong I love Stefan in all seasons but I find him the later seasons SO ATTRACTIVE it’s unhealthy like you don’t understand

EUGHH I’m melting

[mynerdcorneroftheworld]

 I don't know.

Maybe this is the better version of me.

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UNEXPECTED TURNS - PROLOGUE

OBX X TVD FANFICTION

jj maybank x gilbert!reader x rafe cameron

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The road stretched endlessly before her, the salty tang of the ocean air growing stronger with every passing mile. She hadn’t set foot in the Outer Banks since she was a kid, spending summers with her parents, siblings, and the Camerons. Back then, life had been carefree—beach days, late-night bonfires, and riding bikes with Sarah Cameron until the sun went down. But now? Now, the Outer Banks was a place she was running to, desperate for an escape from Mystic Falls and the memories that refused to let her breathe.

Her parents were gone. That reality hit like a punch to the gut every time she thought about it. Elena was trying to act like things were fine, but her forced optimism only made things worse. Jeremy had shut everyone out entirely. And y/n? She couldn’t keep pretending to hold everything together.

Ward Cameron had offered to take her in when she mentioned returning to the island. He had been one of her dad’s closest friends, and the Camerons had always been like family. Staying with them seemed like the easiest option, even if it meant navigating the complicated dynamic of Ward’s overbearing personality, Rafe’s unpredictable moods, and Sarah’s golden-girl world.

As she pulled up to the sprawling Cameron estate, y/n took a deep breath, gripping the steering wheel for a moment before getting out.

The front door swung open almost immediately, and Sarah appeared on the porch, her wide smile a flicker of the summers they used to share.

“Y/n!” Sarah called out, bounding down the steps to greet her. “You’re finally here!”

Y/n smiled despite herself. “Yeah, I made it. Barely. This place looks…huge.”

Sarah grinned, throwing an arm around her shoulders as they walked toward the house. “Yeah, Dad’s been adding on since you were last here. You’re staying in the guest room, but if Rafe gets annoying, we can kick him out of his and you can move in there.”

Y/n laughed, shaking her head. “Somehow, I don’t think he’d agree to that.”

“Trust me, he wouldn’t have a choice,” Sarah said, leading her inside.

The house was just as overwhelming as y/n remembered—bright, expansive, and luxurious in a way that made her feel small. Ward appeared from the study, his smile wide but his gaze calculating as always.

“Y/n,” he said, holding out his hand. “It’s good to see you. You’ve grown up a lot since the last time you were here.”

“Thanks for letting me stay,” she said, shaking his hand.

“Of course,” he said smoothly. “Anything for your parents’ daughter.”

Sarah led y/n upstairs to the guest room, chatting the entire way about all the things that had happened since her last visit. But even as Sarah chattered on, y/n couldn’t help but feel a weight in the pit of her stomach. Being here was supposed to be a fresh start, but she couldn’t

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TVD - Season 4 Ep 12

"A View to a Kill"

Do I even have to say it? Elena and Jeremy killing Kol was the stupidest, most nonsensical thing I've seen on this show so far and that's saying a lot. There is no way in hell that Kol, an Original, was killed by Jeremy, a 16-year-old human (I know he's a hunter but still), and Elena, a baby vampire who's been a vampire for a couple of months at most. Kol is over a 1000 years old!

How? Like....Ughhhh! He didn't even want to kill Jeremy, just cut his arms off (ok not saying that's good but he said "I'll heal you with my blood" so...). He easily could've killed Elena, but he didn't. When he stabbed her, he stabbed her in the stomach, not the heart.

Also, it just felt OOC for Elena to be so willing to kill someone. Like "Oh yeah let's just kill him and by killing Kol we'll kill thousands of other vampires" ...Wasn't Elena supposed to be this really compassionate person because I don't see her anywhere. 😒😒😒

.....NO! THIS SHOULD NOT BE POSSIBLE! There's no way Elena was able to hold Kol for that long. Also, very convenient for her that she saw that Kol had the white oak stake with him cause his jacket was open (smells like plot convenience to me hmm...). And ofc they put vervain in the water system the day Elena decided to kill Kol...🙄🙄🙄

DAMN IT, I LIKED HIM! I know they bring him and Finn back for TO but that's irrelevant rn. Ever since they introduced him back in s3 they just kept on nerfing tf out of him. He's an Original damn it, he is more powerful than all of them. It shouldn't be possible for Damon to snap his neck and it should definitely not be possible for a human teenager and a baby vampire to kill him!

What tf was the point of making the Originals so powerful when a baby vampire and a human were able to kill one? Like who wrote this nonsense? 💀💀💀

Klaus and the others better take some revenge! Like, there need to be some repercussions for this!!! We saw Bekah cry when Stefan told her but like, that's not enough? I need revenge!

Also, Bonnie is kind of annoying me? Ever since that stupid professor showed her expression or whatever it's called she's been on my nerves idk. Literally, everyone rn on this show is annoying me lol 😭

Why didn't Kol compel Elena to stay put when he stabbed her? Like, don't tell me she was on vervain? There's no way she drank the water or did she? Or he ofc just didn't think of it.

Klaus's reaction to seeing Kol's body on fire and the way Elena flinched when he yelled "He was supposed to suffer on MY TERMS! "...yeah someone pls give my man Joseph an Oscar cause that was acting! Klaus better keep his promise and burn their stupid house down!

Where is Elijah? PLS COME BACK WE NEED YOU SO BAD! 😭😭

RIP MY BABY I'LL MISS YOU! YOU WERE SO CUTE AND SASSY AND CHAOTIC I LOVED YOU! 😟😟💔 (also how do we feel about the bangs lol)