#sarah cameron angst
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hello! could we maybe get some more sarah cameron where the reader is a bit of a hardass, but has a soft spot for sarah — and maybe jj & kiara? the reader is pope’s older brother, so he’s always on pope’s ass for something he did or whatever 🤷. reader is always getting into it with john b because (you can make up whatever) so he steers clear of him, but has to hang out with him during the pogue parties and whatnot. sarah sees the tension, so she’s a buffer and always know ways to calm the reader’s mind - even just glancing to the reader would subdue him for now.
been loving the writing! hope you’re doing alright and staying safe!
𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 || 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐡 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧
"𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐'𝘮 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯' 𝘪𝘵, 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯' 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶
𝘐'𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯' 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯' 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘸𝘰
𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦
𝘉𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘳"
Inspo: Russ - ALL TO YOU
Keshi - UNDERSTAND
Pairing: Sarah Cameron x Black!Male!reader
Summary: She completed your character...
Warnings: Angst, Haphephobia, fluff, soft smut, bot!reader, top!Sarah Cameron, praise kink, and some fluff.
Words: 5311
DNI IF YOU'RE YOUNGER THAN 18!
When Sarah first saw you, she knew that you weren’t like the Pogues at all.
Being the big brother to Pope, you picked up the slack where he fumbled. It had begun to almost become a job for you whenever they showed up at the shop. Scooping Pope up from doing his chores, leaving you yelling and threatening your brother of the consequences.
“Oh, I hope to God that you aren’t about to leave all this shit to me and Dad!” You followed your brother down the dock, hot on your little brother’s heels. Able to spot the HMS Pogue at the end with the same group all occupying the vessel. “Show some damn respect and turn to me when I’m talking to you!
“I promise you I’ll pick up your chores next week,” Pope promised half-heartedly over his shoulder. “There’s this thing going on in Figure Eight. I need to go-”
Before he could continue or step onto the boat, Pope’s arm was grasped and he was yanked away. Forcefully turned to face you and he could finally see the annoyance written on your expression. But to be fair, when weren’t you angry at him? There seemed to be always something for you to be pissed about when it related to him. And having to be put under it since his return home wasn’t exactly the “welcome home” surprise he thought he would get.
“You think I give a shit about what is going on over there?” You barked. “You threw away your scholarship for doing this shit.” You slapped his chest harshly, eliciting a grunt from the young man, rubbing the spot tenderly. “So, you can earn your keep by doing what is asked of you. First: clean this dock.”
Pope pursed his lips. “I have to go-”
Once again, you interrupted him, but you didn’t speak. Grabbing his collar was enough to send the message for him to shut up. But it made the occupiers of the boat finally step in. “Yo, Y/n! Hey, man. You want a sip?” JJ lifted a beer, wiggling it in his grasp as if it would hypnotize you and force you to just forget what made you angry in the first place.
Sparing a glance, you looked back at your brother and let him go. Step toward the blonde and grab the drink and twist the cap off with the assistance of your calloused palms. “What are you guys doing down there anyway? You know people are still pissy about what happened.”
When they got back, they were welcomed back with open arms for discovering the mystery of the treasure. But Kooks still looked down on them and were even jealous. So, your brother's protection was priority number 1. Behind him was him earning his room back after leaving OBX and going missing for so long.
“But when has that ever stopped us?” Kiara questioned, smiling up at you from her spot beside JJ. “I mean, you know us. When have we ever listened to what’s in our best interest?”
You snickered, glancing between the pair. Noticing their interlocked hands. Glancing amongst the other teens, you took notice of Pope’s girlfriend, Kleo. Sweet girl. One that could keep Pope in line when you weren’t there to it yourself. Then Sarah Cameron, who hadn’t removed her eyes from you since she saw you. And you couldn’t quite decipher if she was judging you or something else.
Back when you were their age, you had your own run-ins with the Camerons. Rafe was primarily being a pain in your ass, but Ward was as much of an asshole as his deluded son. So, some part of you had been skeptical when Sarah joined the Pogues. Yet, you knew she was just as responsible as the two other girls.
Then there was John B. A thorn in your side since Pope met him. Pulling each member into problems they didn’t need to get into. The treasure, the mystery of Big John somehow being alive, Ward Cameron–There were too many reasons for you to hate him. And you weren’t afraid of letting it be known to everyone.
For two Pogues from the Cut to hate each other was a very rare occurrence. Rarely did people go to parties and end up witnessing two kids from around the same neighbourhood seeking to kill each other. But for you and John B, there was bad blood. Too much to even keep count.
“John B.”
“Y/n.”
You sipped your drink, staring at the boy. You allowed the tension to build, swallowing the liquid with a hum, and smacking your lips. “I’m guessing you’re pulling them all into this one?”
He forced a smile, leaning against the helm with a smug look on his face as he waved his hand. “They all came willingly,” he countered. “I don’t need to strong-arm them like you do with Pope.”
A deep chuckle fell from your lips as you stared down at your drink. Pope wanted to speak up. He wanted to de-escalate the situation from becoming a full-out brawl that would enable his father to step out and break it up. But he knew better than to step in your path when it came to this rivalry you had with John B. Everyone knew that.
Sniffling softly, you looked up at the boy for a long moment before you tossed the glass bottle at him. It caused everyone to sigh, stepping out of the path with Sarah glancing around in confusion. The looks on their faces; annoyance. It seemed like they knew the drill when it came to something like this except for her.
Sure, she knew had heard faint conversations relating to your existence. You were a hothead. Quick to jump the gun if your mind wasn’t fixated on something. It resulted in you getting expelled from school and being sent to juvie for 7 months. But from what Kiara told her, it just seemed to make your outbursts more regular than normal.
But her cluelessness and lack of just letting two guys fight it out showed when John B grabbed the bottle and pulled his arm back, making her jump up into action. “John B, stop!” But before she could restrict his arm, he whipped it at you. You raised your arm, the bottle coincidentally hitting your watch, causing the bottle to shatter. Glass shards delving deep into your coffee bean-toned skin. Sarah stared at the injuries in shock, face twisting in anger as she turned her eyes toward John B. “What the fuck, John B?”
Despite the injuries and the faint pinch of pain, you growled in annoyance. “Well, I’ll tell you what, JB.” You scanned your arm, plucking the tiny shards from your skin, plucking them out with a grunt. “I’m surprised your Dad didn’t teach you how to fight before he died. Raised a real brat.”
That was enough for John B to finally move from the helm. Damn near launching himself off the boat at you. But Sarah and JJ were quick to stop him, restraining him and pulling back.
Whenever it came to either you or John B, insults were almost limitless. He insulted your inability to get into the military because of your mental issues. And you weren’t afraid to mention that maybe his mother, who abandoned him, would’ve done better than his pitiful excuse of a father. Usually, a group of guys could joke like that and know there wasn’t anything malicious. But John B had enough reasons to hate you and you felt the same for him. There wasn’t any room for respect to be held for you two.
And everyone in the group was used to it now. From the countless bickering matches to the fist fights that have occurred. They genuinely had lost all hope of stopping either of you. Sarah, this being her first time experiencing it, was so lost and bewildered by such childish emotions.
Clearing your voice, you glanced at her for a moment. It had only been a moment. But it felt a whole lot longer than that. She could see the e/c in your eyes that glowed brightly under the warm glow of the sun. The faint bristles of facial hair rose from your jaw and a scar that ran over the right side of your top and bottom lip. It was narrow like a blade had glided over the plump mounds. It suited you.
“Sarah, can I talk to you for a moment?” Her being called upon made her blink a few times. Shaking from her daze, glancing at Kiara who understood and took her place in holding John B back. Whispering hushed words in an attempt to calm her friend down.
Hopping off the boat, she walked to where you stood by your brother, hands on your hips. It broadened your shoulders and made you stand taller and wider in the stance. “I need you to keep an eye on this little shit, alright-”
“I’m not a child, man!” Pope whined, slapping your finger that was pressed to his forehead.
“Bullshit!” You laughed. “I’m not letting you go missing again. In return, I’ll take up your offer. All my chores are yours next week. I don’t care if pissy pants over there needs you, you do my shit. Or your ass is 6 feet underneath.” Pope pursed his lips, seeming to contemplate whether the decision was good. It made you flick his ear, making him yelp, groaning in pain. “Got it?”
“Yeah. Yeah, yeah.” Pope waved you off, stepping onto the HMS Pogue and taking his spot beside Kleo.
Which left you to look down at Sarah. “Keep him, Kiara, JJ, and Kleo out of trouble, alright? I don’t know if you are dating John B still, but I don’t trust him after everything,” you explained, huffing a breath with your hands finding their places on your hips.
Yet, through the simple request, she couldn’t help but think of your well-being. “Are you alright?” She motioned toward the wounds on your arm, slowly leaking droplets of blood that seeped through the cracks of your skin.
She attempted to reach out, fingertips just barely brushing against your skin before you recoiled. You clenched your jaw, Adam’s apple bobbing as you kept her gaze. “Just keep an eye on them, alright?” As you were about to make your way back to the shop, you stopped short and turned to her. Leaning down and whisper, “And it isn’t nice to stare, Sarah Cameron.”
And she wasn’t given a chance to respond or make up an excuse because you were already marching up the dock toward the shop. Likely to pick up the work Pope left for you.
That was the first encounter Sarah had with you. But as more time went by and the more the two of you interacted with one another, she learned more about what type of person you were. You were an easily aggravated person. In certain cases, she found it adorable. Especially when she scolded you, hearing you grumble in annoyance, but follow her order.
Your presence and attendance at parties became more common than the occasional task of keeping an eye on your brother, an order given by your parents. You came voluntarily but spent most of your time sitting with Kiara and JJ, sharing some quiet hushed talk. Those were the only moments Sarah saw you smile. Where you finally showed a side of you that she wasn’t entirely used to.
Tonight, that was no different. The Boneyard was filled with kids from either side of the island. You were leaning against a log, listening to some conversation happening with some guys that you guessed were some of your friends. They all looked to be around your age, same work-worn expressions from hard labour. Yet, out of all of them, they didn’t look as good as you.
In the few months of you accompanying the group, she had developed some sort of crush on you. The moments when you were too busy messing around with JJ, she liked to just stare. Take in the beauty that you were given. From the hardened features of your face, the glow of your skin under the sun and campfire, to the minor ticks you had. Like, when you were listening intently to a conversation, your lips parted and your tongue peeked out from between slightly. Or how you sometimes covered your mouth when you laughed. As if someone would judge how you looked when you showed such emotion.
These little things set you apart from any of the other guys she had encountered. When no one was paying attention, you were present. You looked up at the birds that flew past. You gave people you cared about the attention you wanted in return. You went to lengths to just chek in on someone. And she would know considering she saw you breaking down Kiara’s door to just ask if she felt alright when she was sick. Although that last one was a bit alarming, it showed a side of you that she wasn’t sure John B ever could consider.
And even now, being around people she knew you wouldn’t talk to in a normal setting, you gave them your attention. It was surprising to her.
“Are you just going to stare at him or actually make a move?” Kleo’s voice scared Sarah, eliciting a yelp of surprise from the girl.
“What the hell, Kleo?” Sarah said in exasperation. “You could’ve given me a heart attack.”
But the girl didn’t seem to show any type of remorse, nodding in your direction. “You going to do it or dance around it all day?”
Sarah swallowed the lump in her throat and looked toward you. Still in the depths of conversing with your friends. A faint smile presses to your lips as you lift your bottle of beer to your lips.
“Has he always been like that?” She inquired, glancing at her friend. “Like, any of the times you’ve had dinner with his and Pope’s parents?” She iterated.
Kleo stood there for a second, crossing her arms over her chest. The look of thought crossing over her face was apparent to Sarah. But when Kleo reach a response, she shrugged. “He was like this before Pope and I ever got together or even before you appeared in the Pogue's lives,” she responded, looking at the blonde. “Pope’s told me a lot about Y/n and his problems and I don’t blame him for being so damn hostile with John B, who in my opinion is completely deserving of it.”
That created more intrigue for Sarah who was already invested in whatever you gave away. When she first met you, she wanted to know more about your process in the military. But judging by John B using it as something to spit out at you, she guessed it was a sensitive topic. Or your repulsion from touch. You hated it. Even when Pope tried to do something brotherly to tease you like wrap his around your shoulders, you shoved him away willingly.
There were just a lot of question marks that surrounded you that Sarah wanted to pluck from the ground to get closer to you.
A commotion pulled Sarah from her thoughts. Spotting you standing behind a few of your friends with John B spouting out incoherent insults. But whatever he was saying was pissing you. Face twisting in anger as you tried to move around the growing crowd. Your entire goal was to attack John B who could barely stand on his own two feet.
It pulled a groan from Sarah’s chest. “Y/n!” Her voice made you snap your head up, looking in her direction. She raised a brow, lips slowly morphing into a smile. For a second, it made you release the tension in your arms. Allowing yourself to step back and try to exit the altercation and move in her direction.
But John B being drunk had to spout something that finally broke the restraint in you.
“Yeah, go to Sarah! We all know you need my ex to come save you, pussy!”
And you didn’t know if it was simply the fact that your ego was hit or that John B was so clueless, but you exploded. Sprinting and shoving people to try and get at the arrogant little shit. There were so many voices that it became just a jumbled scramble to try and stop you from killing the drunk Pogue.
But it was only Sarah appearing, arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you away. And it was the shock that made it so easy for her to pull you back. It was the shock that allowed her to grab you by the hand and march you in the direction of where the vehicles were parked.
Listen, you were used to Sarah. Her voice, her presence, her energy- all of it! But her touch was something you weren’t accustomed to. It was a brief jumpstart to your heart that you hadn’t even believed you needed. But it got your blood flowing. It made you feel something other than the countless emotions flowing through his system. All of them aided by the consumption of alcohol. Yet, her soft hands seemed to melt through the fabric of your shirt and heat your body up. Its scalding warmth brought you down to reality and placed you in the present where you willingly held her hand and allowed her to guide you back to your car.
This wasn’t normal in any certain circumstance. You broke a kid’s arm in juvie for even grazing you with his finger. But she didn’t care. Then again, maybe it was just the morals and expectations of man that prevented you from reacting how you usually would. But you felt safe under her touch.
By the time the two of you got back to your Jeep, you had broken the physical contact and followed behind her a few steps. Wordlessly understanding that she might’ve stopped liking the party and silently requested you to take her home.
“Let’s go back to the Chateau,” she answered, discrediting your prior assumption. But you followed her order obediently. Putting the vehicle in drive and pulling from the make-shift parking lot made of dirt and sand.
The drive was slow and quiet. With the roof off and doors taken off, the wind nipped through the air and froze exposed pieces of skin. Yet, the stereo playing Frank Ocean, the moon hung high and gave a semblance of comfort amidst the disorder, it was perfect. And feeling Sarah’s eyes carefully take in your features, that familiar fuzziness in your chest formed bigger.
It was a tangle. Mixed emotions to mixed communication. You didn’t know what to think. You knew how you felt, but what did that mean to her? Did she share the same fondness and genuine attraction you had for her?
Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the constant thoughts. Or maybe it was you taking in reality for once. But you wiped your eyes, allowing the consoling strings of White Ferrari to take your mind elsewhere. Somewhere you allowed your imagination to run free with fantasies that felt more and more hypothetical.
Arriving at the Chateau, the two of you hopped out of the vehicle and made your way to the house. Sarah followed behind you, quietly wondering how you seemed to know your way around the premises. And when the two of you stepped on the deck, shutting the screen door, you motioned for her to take a seat on the couch out front. She listened, letting her gaze follow you through the window as you stepped over the garbage until you reached the fridge, grabbing two beers.
“I can’t understand how you even dated him,” was the first thing that slipped past your lips when you came back outside. Sarah’s face twisted in confusion and you collapsed in the open spot beside her. “What I mean is, you’re a rich girl. Hanging out with an arrogant, annoying, slimy, egotistical-”
“All right. All right, I get it.” She laughed. “But I dated him because I liked him. I guess as time went on, I realized that I dated him based on the fact that we were in the same situation and always together.”
You hummed. “So, you just kinda forced yourself into it? Seems kinda disingenuous.”
That earned a swift slap from Sarah, who blushed. But the action made you flinch, shifting away slightly. Sarah’s smile slightly faltered as she pointed at you. “That.”
Her one-word reply made you frown. “What?”
“That! What is that? Why don’t you like being touched?” She questioned.
No one had really asked you that. Truthfully, most people weren’t able to get close enough to pick up on your phobia. That or you hid it pretty well by fighting people. And although you can touch people, feeling other people touch you sent chills down your spine. Like a brand pressing to your skin and leaving their mark forever.
You’ve hated it since you were born.
Biting your bottom lip, you exhaled heavily. Head bowed slightly with a gentle sway of your body. “It’s called Haphephobia,” you muttered. “I-I can’t stand human touch.” You clenched your jaw, swallowing the lump in your throat. “I have no problem hurting someone, but anything else outside of that intention is impossible. I can’t hug my parents or brother. I can’t be intimate. I can’t comfort anyone. I-I can’t be normal.”
Sarah was quiet for a few moments, allowing the confession to sink in. Until she lifted her gaze from her beer to you. “Is that why you couldn’t do the army?”
That made you laugh, shaking your head. “Uh, no. That was actually just my psych evaluation. A lot goes on in my head and they didn’t see it as a chance they wanted to take,” you explained with a bittersweet tone.
You did seem a bit preoccupied in your thoughts a lot of the times you have spent with her and the pogues. Drifting off into open space along the bow of the HMS Pogue. Or sitting out on the dock at The Wreck. Staring out at the barely noticeable coastline in Figure Eight. But you also looked at peace when those intrinsic trances passed over. And if it was the opposite, you didn’t give anything away.
She shifted closer to you. The movement was obscured by the constant thoughts racing through your buffering mind. From exhaustion to the consumption of alcohol, it became harder to focus on your surroundings.
But it was until you felt her hand press to your chest. It made you flinch, looking down at the placement and attempting to shift away. “Sarah-”
“I’m never going to hurt you, Y/n,” she reassured gently. You believed her, but the touch was warm. Much like before, you enjoyed it, but it was intensified now. Maybe from the toxins you’ve put in your body tonight, but it fell under too much. “I want to be able to hold you.” Her hand smoothly and slowly went down to your stomach, able to feel the divots of muscle beneath the shirt. She wished she could say she was also intoxicated and she wasn’t thinking clearly, but she was. It was solely desire flaring her thoughts and dictating her actions. Yet, it was pure. “To touch you.”
You tilted your head, eyes clamping shut in hopes that your uncomfortable expression would be enough to get the message across. But she didn’t. Her hand went further down until she snuck underneath your shirt. It felt oddly comforting once your mind began to slow and your body became accustomed to her. And once that happened, you were melting beneath her.
Her smooth palms meeting your skin sent a shiver down your spine, and when she added her other hand, the feeling grew. “Sarah, stop- Fuck!” You breathed in exasperation, a muffled moan slipping past your lips when your nipples slipped between her fingers. The slight squeeze made a chill run down your spine. Face growing hot as you avert your gaze to the side, bottom lip caught between your teeth.
She smiled, damn near pressing her chest to yours, chuckling softly. Her hands moved across the expanse of your chest, soaking up every little detail of your sable-toned body. “But seeing you like this, God, I want to ruin you.”
It was all too much. Her words. The intention of them. Her touch. Burning into flesh and marking you for life. And the way her right hand drifted further down, breaking past the hem of your shorts, everything was on fire.
When her hand wrapped around your hardened cock, you let out a sound. One that you never thought possible for yourself. And undoubtedly, you tried to brush past it with a cough. But you should’ve known better than for Sarah Cameron to leave it at that. She tilted her head, lips curving into a grin, wrist slowly flicking to stroke.
“Did you whimper, baby?” Sarah teased, eyes half-lidded with their focus placed on your very own. Content on watching them part and tremble faintly as you tried to hold back the noises from slipping past your lips.
“Shut up,” you panted, hands gripping the couch for dear life. Sarah found it all too adorable that you, a strong, tall, intimidating guy were crumbling under her touch. Even though it inflated her ego it turned her on. How much more could she could before you finish? Would she be able to hear you whisper out her name?”
She had control. You were falling apart in her hands. And she was going to take full advantage of it.
Time was lost upon the first hour. Had it been an hour? It was hard to tell at this point. With your arms bound above your head, mouth gagged by Sarah’s panties, and her pussy hugging your abused cock. It all numbed your thoughts.
All you could focus on was the girl hovering over you. Hands sprawled across your stomach. Applying enough to keep her stable as she bounced on your cock. Her bottom lip caught between her teeth with her gaze unwavering.
She’d wanted to ruin you after all and she was succeeding.
Through moans, Sarah managed to pant out, “You look so fucking good like this, Y/n. Everything I imagined.”
Strands of her hair fell in front of her eyes, but it did not hide the predatory nature that took hold of her. A completely different look on her. It made you wonder how many people have seen this side of her. Or if anyone had given her this much control. Either way, this felt oddly intimate. Maybe a bit special. But after all, this is your first time and you can’t figure out how many times she’s replaced a condom to only put a new one on.
She was using you as she wished and something in you enjoyed it.
You felt loved. Not that you hadn’t felt it before but this was different. Vastly different from your parents or your brother showing their appreciation. But this was with someone you never imagined being this close with. She was under your skin in every pleasing way possible.
And you loved it.
Her velvety walls fluttered around you, squeezing with each drop of her body. Moans flourished from her lips and filled the living room of the Chateau. Despite the possessive nature she had, she was still soft in her touch. Careful to show you no harm, just as she promised. And you melted beneath her. Whatever hold you had before being tied down is now lost with groans and whimpers falling from your own lips.
Sarah couldn’t help but smile.
Her hands slowly moved up your stomach, past your chest and finally your cheeks. You exhaled shakily, uneven gaze meeting her passionate one. Two polar opposites in the act of intimacy, tet, both present. “You are beautiful, Y/n.”
And for the first time, you initiated the kiss. Lifting your head to press your lips to hers, tilting your in an attempt to deepen it. The only experience you had was the brief kisses Sarah shared with you after she tied you. Teasing you till you were panting. So, you tried to replicate it and understandably, Sarah was amused.
She rocked her hips gently, keeping her lips pressed against yours. Swallowing your moans greedily. Able to feel your cock twitch inside of her, signalling a familiar release A release she craved every time she experienced it.
But when you did, she parted, allowing you to catch your breath. Hovering over you, watching a sweat droplet slide from your hairline and down your temple. Carefully, she sat up just enough for you to slip out of her. You hissed, sensitive and she was quick to comfort you with delicate kisses across your cheek.
Cleaning you up and untying you, Sarah soon lay sprawled across your chest. A thin blanket keeping the two of you covered with body warmth is the main source of comfort. She listened to your heartbeat against your chest. Its tempo became a slow constance that she relied on to allow exhaustion to take hold.
“I don’t want to be another John B, Sarah.”
It was the first time she’d heard your voice in the past few hours. The wavering of each word had her looking up, finding your tired gaze focused on the ceiling. Unable to meet her own which was full of confusion.
“I don’t want to be something you force yourself into,” you whispered, scared to even think that after all this time, she was just wanting sex. “And if it is something like that, then tell me so I can go home.”
Sarah could see the fear in your eyes. How you blinked rapidly, hoping it hid the emotion you never dared to show. The first inkling that there was something deep within you that wished to flourish. An ulterior presence that could rival your usual disposition. It seemed like that’s what you hoped the military could give, but once that fell through you kinda gave up. Bidding farewell to the idea of completion for yourself.
But ever since you started spending quality time with the Pogues, there was something that shifted inside you. A sense of belonging almost. Sarah had seen it first-hand and it was beautiful. She found it with the Pogues, much like you seemed to have. Besides John B, you loved each member of the group.
Sitting up slightly, Sarah softly traced shapes into your chest. It drew your attention from the ceiling to follow her finger.“You’re the first guy that feels genuine with me. You’ve expressed yourself more than Topper and John B ever have,” Sarah said. “It’s all I ever wanted from someone who I date.”
Clearing her throat, she sniffled. “I guess what I’m saying is that for the first time in any of my relationships, I don’t feel like there is something internal fighting for what I think is right for me,” she explained. “And I think I finally found someone that I could share years with.”
The confession was followed by pressing her lips to your chest before laying her head on your chest. “I want everything and more with you, Y/n.”
Love.
That was the feeling you have been feeling. An unconditional, unmoving, everlasting love. Because love wasn’t a choice. It’s the feeling. A force only you can describe as it is unique. Like a memory only you can think back on and know from your perspective.
And you felt it the moment you saw Sarah Cameron.
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The Greatest of Luxuries - Sarah Cameron x Reader
Dear Reader Duology: Part 1, Part 2
Summary: Your relationship with Sarah isn't new. Far from it. You love your girlfriend more than anything, just as you know that she loves you. But this new trend of her being almost...embarrassed to be around you? That is new. For fuck's sake...she dropped your fucking hand.
Word Count: 3.7k+
TWs/CWs: She/her pronouns used, adult/profane language, descriptions of relationship issues/relationship deterioration, mentions of a sick family member (not super specific or drawn out)
Note: I had to just throw this out there and be done working on it so sorry if it's bad lolz. Part 1 of the Sarah Cameron installment of the Dear Reader duology series I have going on here on Tumblr. I was inspired to pick this back up because I saw Ms Swift last weekend and was reminded how much I love Dear Reader. Plus, it's pride. So go lesbians, go. Part 2 of Sarah's should come up very, very shortly. And if I'm lucky I'll get Kie's out before pride month is over.
Your relationship was not new. You’d been dating Sarah Cameron for over two years now. You knew that your girlfriend cared about you immensely. She’d never been hesitant to show it before. In fact, she’d always been touchy and doting, going well out of her way to make you feel special. The first time that Sarah had kissed you in the middle of the conversation, you felt like the luckiest girl in the world. Truly. And the way that she smiled at you afterward and told you that she thought you’d never be interested? She had you. Hook, line, and sinker. So, in truth, the past two years had been nothing short of bliss. Even when there were rocky times, even when you were fighting, you two were strong together. And you loved her. You really did. More than anything.
So no, the relationship was not new. But this? This…this was.
Over the past few weeks—nearly a month now, actually, when you thought about it—Sarah had been acting…strangely. She was far less touchy, a fair bit more distant, less attentive, harder to get a hold of. In essence, she was displaying the whole arsenal of warning signs that something was going horribly wrong in your relationship. Except you couldn’t place what it was. Couldn’t think even slightly of what could’ve caused it. The first week you convinced yourself that you were crazy…just imagining things. The second week she canceled plans on you twice, citing an emergency with Kiara…who then called you half an hour later asking if you wanted to hang out with her because JJ was sick and she was bored. So, at that point, you knew you definitely weren’t crazy and that she was hiding things from you. It made you physically ill to think about so you pushed it away. You hadn’t confronted Sarah for the lies she’d told the week prior. You hadn’t said anything about you hanging out with Kie the week before when she was supposedly doing the same. You hadn’t even made a comment about how weird she’d been acting. You’d been giving her space like you knew she needed. You’d been letting her breathe, not suffocating her like she so obviously hated in her prior relationships.
But, that all brought you to the third week of this incessant hell. To this week. And you felt like you were going crazy and you couldn’t even say anything about it. The churning anxiety in your gut seemed unending. You were a strong, adult woman. By legal and literal standards you should be able to get through this. Or, at least talk to your friends to get help getting through this. But you were keenly aware that this wasn’t something you wanted to broach. It wasn’t something that you wanted to talk about. That’d make it more real. The last thing you needed was to make this worse on yourself. But, it didn’t matter what you wanted. Because this was starting to take a real, substantial toll on you. You were losing sleep at this point which just felt stupid and you felt like there was no one you could turn to. Your appetite was tanking, your focus was shit. And while normally you’d turn to your girlfriend in times of woe, this time, she was the one causing the upset.
There was no way to win.
Despite this, you did your best to remain as normal as possible when you were around anyone else. From Sarah herself, to your friends, to your parents and co-workers, you made painstaking efforts to appear like nothing was wrong. You knew it wasn’t exactly the healthiest of coping mechanisms to completely ignore the problem. But, it was all you could bring yourself to do right now. The only solace you found was in the back room at your workplace. Your parents were the premier florists in the Outer Banks. Their flower shop was a family business that stretched back three generations now on the island as insane as that felt. Standing in the back, tending to the blooms, and making bouquets were the only times that you felt like you could completely shut down the madness of your brain. Even so, a shift could only last so long. Especially without making other people suspicious of why you were working so much.
After the ten-hour shift you’d been on closing your parents’ shop, you could only be grateful that it was summer, so the sun was still shining pretty damn brightly when you headed out at 8 that evening. You made your way to the apartment that you shared with Sarah, a strange sort of dread pooling in your stomach that you did everything to ignore, and felt exhaustion coil around your very being as if trying to choke the life out of you. You trudged up the stairs, trying to paint on the most composed look you could, and unlocked the door, stepping in.
“Hey,” you heard from behind you as you closed the door. You nearly jumped, startled at the presence, and turned your head.
“Hey, Sar,” you greeted with a half-smile as you skirted around her to place your bag and keys down. You took your shoes off and made to go into the kitchen when you noticed her staring at you. You stopped dead and looked at her. “What?”
Sarah’s face contorted in a grimace for a moment. “Did you forget?” she asked, sounding almost hesitant.
The words felt like a punch to the gut. You took a long, measured breath in and looked at her. “Forget what?” I asked cautiously.
She sighed, looking down. “Never mind,” she murmured.
“No, angel, no. What’s up?” I asked. The words felt forced, exhausted. I felt like I could crawl into a hole and sleep for a year or thirty five and would still wake up tired.
“John B’s party is tonight in less than an hour. We’re supposed to be going together,” she said, staring at her hands as she played with her fingers, avoiding eye contact. “Don’t worry about it. You had a long day. I can go alone.”
That stung even more. “No,” you said immediately, an ugly combination of angry jealousy burning in your stomach at the thought. She’d been spending more than enough time with John B lately, as bitter as it was to think so. The last thing you wanted was a night of her hanging out with all your friends—including her ex—at a party while you sulked at home just because you were tired. “I’ll go with you, Sar. Of course I will. Sorry that I forgot it was tonight. Just been busy.” You ran your hand through your hair. “It’s at the beach right?”
Sarah gave you a bright smile that, for a moment, convinced you things were normal. “Yeah,” she said, nodding. She moved forward and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, body pressed flush against yours. Habitually, your arms wrapped around her kissing her back and hugging her. The pair of you remained in the embrace for a few moments even after you broke the kiss. You could hear the smile on her voice as she spoke again. “Thanks for coming. Feel like we haven’t been able to do anything in forever.”
“Yeah,” you said, struggling to keep your voice from cracking. “I know.” You inhaled shortly. “Of course. I’ll go wherever you want me to. Okay?”
“I love you,” she said, reaching a hand up to trace your cheekbone delicately. She looked into your eyes and you, again, remembered why it was so easy to love Sarah so goddamn much. You gave her a half smile and broke away, knowing that the longer she looked at you the more likely it’d be that she’d see just how upset you were. “Hey…you okay, peach? Something wrong?” The nickname made you nauseous. And if you had less control over yourself, you were sure you’d have already devolved into tears.
“No, I’m okay,” you denied, shaking your head. “Just gotta get changed.”
Sarah frowned. “You sure? You’ve been quiet this week,” she said.
You nodded again, resisting the urge to laugh at the hypocrisy of that statement. She’d have to have been around more to know if you’d been quiet that week. “I’m sure, Sarah,” you assured her, tone falling just a touch flat. “Just been busy, that’s all. And I don’t wanna make us late. So just give me like twenty minutes to clean myself up.”
To her credit, at this moment, Sarah was being her normal self. Her attentive, doting self. The self that had been gone all month. “As long as you’re sure,” she said, sounding unsure herself.
Instead of replying, you nodded and fled to the bathroom. And in the bathroom, you spent a few minutes pulling yourself together emotionally before getting your shit together physically so you could leave. And 20 minutes later, after changing into more casual-party-on-the-beach appropriate attire and throwing some stuff in your bag, you were ready to leave.
“Wait, did you eat anything for dinner yet? Do we need to stop?” Sarah asked, pausing as you were gathering your bags.
“I’m set. Why? Are you hungry?” you asked, not glancing back at her as you finished fiddling with your bag.
Sarah paused. “No. I’m okay,” she said eventually.
You looked up again. “You sure, baby?” you asked, reaching out your hand to rub up and down her arm.
At that, Sarah smiled. She melted into your touch a little and nodded. “I’m sure, yeah. John B will probably have something there if we need it. If not we can head out early and grab something,” she said. She gave you a cheesy grin and an exaggerated wink and you couldn’t help but laugh a little. Your heart lightened a bit as you laughed and Sarah practically beamed at the sound that she hadn’t been hearing much of the past few weeks.
You offered her your hand. “Ready to go, love?” you asked her.
She took it. “With you? Absolutely,” she said, squeezing your joint hands.
“Who is actually going, again?” you asked as you got into your car ready to drive over to John B’s where you would park before going to the beach.
“Uhh, the usual. Kie and JJ. Pope and Cleo. John B. I think maybe some other people. Didn’t really ask this time,” Sarah replied, shrugging as she pulled down the visor in the car to adjust her lip gloss. She looked over at you and smiled. “Why? Do you want something bigger? Smaller?”
“Nah, nah, I’m good,” you replied, laughing slightly as you backed out of your spot, starting towards John B’s on the road. “Just curious. Haven’t been able to hang with everyone in a while. Hoping it was gonna be the whole group, is all.”
Absent-mindedly, Sarah reached out and grabbed your hand, nodding at your words. Then, as you began your drive, she began to talk about her day, catching you up on some of the stuff she’d done and dealt with. You listened attentively, feeling some of the stress melt away as you finally got to spend a tiny sliver of alone time with the woman that you loved. It was, for the time being, peaceful. Relaxing. You felt like a calmer, fixed sort of future might be truly possible. The way that she rubbed her thumb along your hand as you held lovingly onto each other. The way that she looked over at you with a soft, adoring expression. The way that she leaned over and casually fixed a piece of hair that had gone rogue from how you’d styled it earlier. All of it was the Sarah that you knew and loved.
Even as you parked the car, you felt like you could’ve been floating on Cloud 9. When you parked and got out of the car, Sarah came quickly around the car, all but pressing you against the door to kiss you breathless. She then dutifully smiled, fixing the lip gloss that she’d transferred over to your lips, then hers again. After that, with a cheeky grin on her face, she linked hands with you again and started pulling you towards the beach. You walked in amiable silence from John B’s property line all the way to the edge of the beach. As you breached the tree line you could see your friends all sat around a bonfire that would, doubtlessly, steadily grow throughout the night.
Kie was the first to spot the pair of you, crying out a loud cheer. That prompted all attention over towards you two as you approached. As everyone’s attention turned, Sarah dropped your hand. Not casually. Not unnoticeably. But, she practically threw your hand away from hers and stepped a few inches away. You audibly heard your breath catch in your throat and felt your face fall. The only reason that Sarah didn’t was that she called back an equally boisterous, loud hello. Sarah practically started running towards your friends and you were left to pick up the shattered pieces of your heart and pride that had been scattered together along the sand of the beach from a tiny, stupid fucking action. Largely, the group didn’t seem to notice the way that you faltered. Not at all. But, you could tell that Kie and JJ were looking at you real funny for a moment there.
When you walked over to them, Sarah was already talking to everyone as if she’d been there all night. And she practically threw herself into hugging everyone. JJ and Kie. Then Pope and Cleo. Then John B. It wasn’t hard to guess which one would last the longest. And you hated the way that your brain lingered on the hug between Sarah and her ex. You knew she didn’t have feelings for John B. At least…not anymore. At least you thought she didn’t. Refusing to linger, you pasted a smile on again and greeted your friends too in turn giving short hugs that you excused away by being tired.
As JJ brought you into a hug, one of the last two you were giving one to, he held you for a moment longer. “You good?” he murmured seriously, low so no one else could hear.
“Yeah, J. I’m good,” you replied, tired. You shrugged when you pulled back, not meeting his eye. You knew full well that he’d call you out for lying, regardless of who it was in front of. You pretended to stretch your back for a moment to cover the obvious avoidance and then gave him a lazy grin. “You good, man?”
“Yeah. I’m fine,” JJ said, voice flat and unimpressed. Even without seeing your face, he knew damn well something was really off.
“Hey,” Kie greeted, interrupting before JJ could say something else. She brought you into a tight, warm, lingering hug, refusing to let you pull away. “Haven’t seen you in forever. Where the hell have you been?”
“Flower shop has been busy,” you said, shrugging. “Not gonna leave my parents hanging. You get it.”
“You and those damn flowers,” Kie laughed, hugging you tightly still. You found yourself relaxing into her arms and hugging her tightly back, some of your tension decreasing again.
“I just care about the dahlias,” you joked.
Kie groaned, bumping your hip with hers, loosening her grip just a little while she grinned. “Trust me we know you love your dahlias,” she said.
“Hey,” Sarah said, practically materializing by your side.
You jumped slightly and turned, Kie’s arms falling. Sarah looked unhappy, brow puckered as if she just tasted something particularly gross. You reached out to take her hand and she pulled it back, making it look natural even though everything about the movement was anything but. And you knew it from the way her shoulder jerked, even if her arm didn’t betray it.
“What’s wrong, babe?” you asked her, struggling to keep the hurt from your voice, but miraculously managing.
“Can you and JJ go get some wood for the fire while we start to get it growing,” Sarah requested, a sweet but strained smile on her face.
You raised a brow looking over at the fire. It was blazing strong and high, burning brightly. And there was a small pile of wood next to it too, ready to be thrown in when needed. You felt your heart stutter. You pursed your lips even as you nodded, patting JJ’s shoulder so he didn’t make a snarky comment.
“Yeah, sure,” you said shortly. You craned your head towards JJ. “Let’s go man.”
“I’ll come with you,” Kie said, suddenly, looping arms with both JJ and you before pulling you in the direction of the woods you’d practically just emerged from. You frowned but let yourself get pulled along, a fake smile slipping off your face with each step, leaving nothing behind. When you were a few paces behind Kie looked over at you, and you refused to look back. “What the hell was that about?”
“Nah, what the hell was any of that?” JJ added. “Why is Sarah acting so weird right now? Fuck’s that about?”
“Not a clue,” you replied, shrugging, pulling away from the pair of them to move a few paces ahead. You ran a hand frustrated on the back of your neck then shook your head. “This is so…whatever.” Again, you shook your head and cleared your throat. “Don’t even worry about it. Just some weird shit, guys.”
You saw them exchange a glance out of the corner of your eye, but you steadfastly ignored it, refusing to let yourself even acknowledge it. Deny, deny, deny. That was the ongoing chorus in the back of your head as you kept walking. Kiara said your name in a tone that you were all too familiar with. In a tone that dictated she would get an answer out of you whether you liked it or not. You slowed your steps, hands balled into fists at your side. You turned your head over your shoulder.
“Kiara,” you said, voice cool.
“Talk to us,” she said.
The beeping of your phone from your pocket saved you from having to answer immediately. You shook your head, frustrated, and tore your phone from your pocket, starting to unlock it. “Nothing to say,” you mumbled. Your mother had texted you. Repeatedly. Within minutes. Your eyes narrowed and you then widened as you read the words. “Oh my…” You blinked rapidly at the news.
“What’s up?” JJ asked, sounding deeply concerned at the sudden change in my affect. You didn’t answer, just re-reading the texts over and over and over again, trying to force them to sink into your brain. JJ said your name twice and still you didn’t answer. You felt Kie and JJ both at your shoulder, reading the texts over them.
“Shit,” Kie muttered. “I’m sorry.”
“I gotta go,” you replied, shoving the phone in your pocket and shaking your head.
“Hey, hey, wait,” JJ said, catching your arm. “You good to even drive? Do you want me to run and get Sarah?”
“No,” you said, extracting your arm immediately from his grip. “Don’t ruin her night. I don’t fucking care. I’m good. I gotta go.”
“Do you want us to tell her?” Kiara called as you started to rush towards your car.
“Don’t care,” you called back immediately, body feeling cool.
You got into your car, calling your mom as you peeled off of John B’s property as you started racing towards not your apartment but the ferry. When your mom answered, you heard not a greeting first but her chattering rapidly on the other end of the line sounding exhausted.
“Mom?” you called.
“Honey, you got ten minutes to get on the last ferry of the night,” she replied.
“What happened?” you asked.
“Your aunt collapsed. It’s not looking good,” she said quietly.
You cursed. “I’ll be at the dock in five,” you said. “Are you guys with her? At the hospital?”
“Yeah,” your mom replied. “We’ll see you soon, honey. Is Sarah with you?”
“No, Sar’s not. She’s in the middle of something. I haven’t told her. I gotta go. I love you, Mom,” you said shakily.
“Love you too. Drive safe,” she said firmly. You could tell there would be more questions in the realm of Sarah later, but you knew that your aunt would take precedence. You shook your head and started driving, hands shaking even as you held the wheel in a death grip. Your phone started to ring again. And on your car’s dash, you saw Sarah’s name and contact picture show up. You shook your head and declined the call, immediately putting your phone on airplane mode for the moment.
By some sort of miracle, you got to the dock in time and got yourself a ticket before the boat left for the mainland. On the boat, you turned off airplane mode, switching it to Do Not Disturb, making it so that none of your friends could contact you. So that Sarah couldn’t contact you. As you did so, you got rid of the notifications that remained. The last was a double text from Sarah.
My love, you’re scaring me. I hate to think that you’re out there overwhelmed like this and that you’re alone.
Please talk to me, peach.
You loved her. You did. You loved her more than anything. But the past month had been too much. And if you weren’t enough for her anymore like her actions had been suggesting? Well, then this was a good excuse to get the fuck out of the Outer Banks and get your head back on straight. To figure out what you want if things aren’t going to work out with her.
All you could do was take out your phone and fire off a single text of your own. To Kie, not to Sarah.
Tell her not to come.
You put your phone away.
You’d waited all month for Sarah to talk to you. It was her turn to wait now. Your family would come first. And if that meant that your relationship would end? If that meant that you’d be the one in the wrong? Then whatever.
Deny, deny fucking, deny.
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The Way She Smiles
TW: Language. Hints at smut. Angst. A bit of fluff.
SUMMARY: Sarah’s latest bout of flirtations become the last straw for your waivering patience.
WORD COUNT: 1100
*REQUESTED*
Anonymous asked:
Could you do, a Sarah imagine but instead of smut could it be an angst? Something about the reader and Sarah being together but Sarah always finds herself flirting with someone else at a party without knowing which leads to arguments.
Only if you comfortable of course. :)
The Way She Smiles
“My feet are sore!” She whined at your back as you pressed your arms tighter into your chest. The comforting embrace she often offered in times of necessary care was absent as you were left to do this to yourself. But no matter how compressed you pulled your arms to your torso, nothing compared to hers. But at this specific instance, you were too hurt and prideful to ask for it. Instead, you continued with your stomp as she followed behind, unaware of how fragile your heart was in this moment.
“Can you slow down a second, babe? I had one too many Mai Tais and these pebbles are tearing up my-”
“Why don’t you have Kelce help you? Or Topper?” You suddenly shot as her steps ceased, a slight stumble in having been surprised, now acting as a response. Once she noticed the way your eyes were damp with tears, she immediately reached to mend whatever irritated your strength and lowered you to such a weak depth of trembling self-esteem. Completely ignorant that it had been because of her.
“Stop it…I know you like the attention…But-”
“What?”
“You aren’t THAT drunk to notice. Sober enough to remember your shoes. Your phone.” You sniffled, running your fingers beneath your dripping nose. “But not enough to remember you’re my girlfriend…” Her eyes narrowed as she fought through the effects of the alcohol to try and understand what it was that made you alter from the girl who was proudly wrapped around her at the beginning of the night to the one nearly yelling at her now. The same one she believed she’d be holding after the party.
“What are you talking about? I’m VERY aware you’re my girlfriend. How can I forget I snagged the hottest girl in all of-”
“I’m serious!” You retracted again as your pained timbre altered her attempts to ease the tension between you.
“Do you want me to go back? Make a speech after doing a keg stand or something?” Her joke sat ill with you as you just scoffed and turned to leave. But once again, she reached out to correct her apparent mistake.
“Is it that Topper asked me to dance because I said no, I made it clear to him that I’m happy…And he respected it-”
“It’s the way you…smile at everyone. “ She chuckled as it only made your eyes roll into further annoyance, yet another try to escape the seemingly pointless exchange, as she took hold of your arm once again.
“Should I smile without teeth? Like this?” You fought a grin as she always managed to make you smile when you were mad at her. But it was more than this. This was repetitive. In the same way you fell in love with that grin, everyone else throughout the Outer Banks appeared to take it as an invitation to some silent try to take her from you. Something she didn’t seem to fight or make clear.
“You smile like you want them. You’re flirting with them-”
“I am not! Especially not with Topper. But he IS a friend, babe…Before I met you-”
“And he still thinks he has a shot with you! Does he?” To this, Sarah seemed to sober up completely.
“I can’t believe you asked me that…After all the shit I went through with my dad and my brother…just to be with you and you…You were worth all that…You still are…But you think I’d risk that for…for Topper?” Her expression was enough to lower your hostility. Tears behind her eyes to the pain your assumption pulled from her own insecurities.
“I love you…” She confessed, wiping her now damp cheek. “And if I have to go back to that party and flaunt you or make it perfectly clear that you’re all I want, I will…But I…God, if you don’t trust me-”
“I can’t blame them.” You interrupted. “It’s the first thing I noticed about you too…It’s…distracting and…beautiful…”
“I thought we were talking about me…” She teased while drawing a loose hair behind your ear.
“I know it’s selfish, Sarah, but…It’s hard being with someone that everyone else wants-”
“I know.” You looked at her with surprise. “Because what you don’t know is that Topper was being nice to me…but he was interested in you. Same with Kelce. Even Rafe.” She shuddered at the thought. “Not to mention the tourists that check you out even when I have my arms around you…It’s not enough for them to get the point…” Sarah paused, taking both of your hands.
“But let me tell you something. I smile at everyone. I think it’s been programmed in me since birth…No lie, my first photo, there was a smirk…” You scoffed. “But I only ever mean it when I look at you. It isn’t forced. It isn’t to keep up appearances. It’s my first reaction to seeing you. But if I have to, I’ll wear a mask or…”
“No…I just…” You bowed your head, interlacing your fingers with hers. “It’s just hard to see everyone look at you that way.”
“I only care that you do.” She shrugged. “I couldn’t care any less about them.” She moved closer to you. “I didn’t wear my pina-ca-loca-lada perfume for them…” She brushed your bottom lip with her thumb.
“I didn’t pick out the best flavored lip gloss so they would kiss me…” You swallowed hard as her words always made you nervous. But in a way her touch quickly amended as it returned you to that feeling of home when on the receiving end of her touch.
“And I definitely didn't spend the entire night uncomfortable in this thong for them…” You blushed. “But I guess I have to prove it to you with one smile nobody has brought but you…one specific one…after a specific action…without any clothes…” You pressed your forehead to hers as you nodded and she led you to the direction of your house at the end of the beach. But every step would be too far as you caught her hand before she used your key to open the door.
“I love you, Sarah…I’m sorry I’m so insecure about it…”
“It just means I have to focus on you a bit more…which I intend to do…all night…” She kissed you sweetly, the passion from her lips acting as both forgiveness and an apology as you were taken over your threshold, at home in her arms once again.
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LIAR- Sarah Cameron
Pairing: Sarah Cameron x Fem!Pogue!Reader
Warnings: Cheating, crying
Author’s note: This is my first time writing so please be kind to me and give me tips if needed. Enjoy!! <3
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You and Sarah had been seeing each other in secret for months now. Being with her felt like a dream you didn’t want to wake up from. But you should’ve known it was too good to be true.
There you stood, holding a gift you’d gotten for her, watching her and Topper making out and sitting on the sand of the beach. Topper’s hands gripped her waist while her arms circled around his neck. You felt sick to your stomach as you watched the girl you loved, shamelessly kissing another guy. You couldn’t even believe what you were seeing.
Then, she saw you. She looked like a deer caught in headlights with the way she looked at you. You shook your head at her and ran off, not wanting to watch anymore. She quickly got up and followed after you.
“Y/N, wait!” She called out to you, gently grabbing your arm to stop you from going further.
You turned around and looked at her with hurt and betrayal evident in your eyes. You didn’t say anything. Hell, you could barely even look at her.
“I-I can explain-“ She starts before you cut her off.
“What the hell is there to explain, Sarah? How the hell do you explain cheating on me with Topper?!” You asked, making sure she knew just how angry and upset you were at her. The gift you had gotten her was being gripped tightly in your hand.
Sarah just shook her head and bit her lip, trying to avoid eye contact. She knew you were right. She did cheat on you. She takes a deep breath before speaking again.
“Look, Y/N, I just can’t do this,” she says, finally looking you in the eyes. “This thing we’re doing, I can’t do it. If anyone found out, it could ruin everything I have.”
You scoffed. You couldn’t believe this. Were all those intimate nights and secret dates you two went on a lie this whole time? And what, all because it would ruin her image?
“So, what, you just decided you’re gonna go and cheat on me and let me find out the hard way that you’ve been lying to me?” You asked, trying not to cry. “You could have just told me that you didn’t love me back rather than hurting me like this.” You said, not realizing or hearing what just came out of your mouth.
Sarah stood there, taking a moment to process what you said.
“You love me..?” She asks, wondering if she heard you correctly.
Realizing what you said, you took a deep breath to compose yourself. You sighed before speaking.
“Yes. Yes I do. I love you, Sarah.”
She looked down again and fidgeted with her fingers as if contemplating something. She looked back up after a few moments and spoke.
“No you don’t.” She said quietly.
You felt as if your heart had been ripped out of your chest, stomped on, and violently shoved back in. How could she think you don’t love her? You did everything to make her happy no matter how little you had. Hell, the necklace you just got her took extra work for two months. You had been wearing yourself thin just to get it for her.
“I love you, Sarah.” You repeated, wanting nothing more than to brand it into her brain so she could believe you.
“You don’t.” She repeated, her voice ever so slightly shaky. “You don’t love me. You just love the thought of having a girlfriend. But you don’t love me.”
Those words made your attempts of fighting back tears futile. You felt tears fall down your cheeks as you looked at the necklace you were gonna give her. You looked at her and threw the necklace on the ground by her feet.
“Fine.” You muttered in the least shaky voice you could manage. “Have fun with Topper. Just don’t come crawling back to me when he breaks your heart.”
With that, you walked off, fighting with everything in you to not look back at her, just barely succeeding. She didn’t want to believe your love for her, fine. But you knew in your heart she would get hurt by Topper and realize he doesn’t love her.
When you left, she slowly kneeled down to pick up the necklace you threw on the ground. She inspected it. It was a silver locket that was shaped like a heart. She opened it and saw that it had both your initials inside. She felt her heart shatter in her chest as she thought about what you must’ve gone through just to buy it for her.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Topper who had just come to look for her.
“Sarah, you okay? You just took off and I got worried.” He said.
Sarah shakes off her emotions and quickly pockets the necklace before nodding.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.” She said to convince him. It seemed to have worked because he took hold of her waist and walked her back to their original spot before you found them.
Sarah looked back as they walked to see if you were still there, but you were nowhere in sight anymore. She reached her hand into her pocket and held the locket as she and Topper walked. She lost you, and deep down, she knew that. She lost the best thing she ever had. She mentally made a note to herself that she would find you again and fix everything, no matter how long it took and no matter how hard she had to try. She would have you back again. But for now, she had to deal with Topper before she could start getting you back.
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hi!!! could i request anything fluffy of reader x sarah? maybe like them falling asleep together while hanging out with the pogues or anything like that? orrrrr if not fluff, a jealous sarah cameron? thank you:)))
Green is Not a Good Color on You
Sarah Cameron x male!reader (don't forget to request genders, people!!!)
Warnings: swearing, beer, smoking, making out, sexual innuendos because they're them, JJ and Kie are together, Pope isn't in this because I can't write that many people, jealously and making up (make up, make out, I MEAN--), Kie and R are exes
WC: 1.4k
Sarah eyed you from across the yard, a frown etched deep on her face, evident in the harsh crease between her eyebrows and the anger clouding her normally bright and carefree eyes. It was all because of the way you looked at Kiara Carrera.
Arguably, you, Kie, and Sarah were best friends. Sarah never beefed with Kie anymore. Well, hardly ever. As of late, you’d been looking at the pretty brunette like she hung the moon and stars and you’d go to the ends of the earth just for her to look at you.
That was the way you looked at Sarah. And, needless to say, she was jealous as fuck.
“Sarah, babe! C’mere, got your seat all ready,” You pat your thigh, looking at your pretty girlfriend from the Château porch. Sarah flipped the other way in the hammock, ignoring you.
“Sarah, baby!” She throws up her middle finger and you make a face. “Did I do something?”
JJ widens his eyes, a faux shocked expression on his face. “No, no way--”
“What JJ’s trying to say,” John B intervenes calmly, “is that, no, you didn’t do anything wrong, except practically make out with Kie.”
“What are you talking about? I’m not anywhere near Kie--”
“Expressions, baby,” JJ leans back in his chair. “You’re looking at Kie like you’d sixty-nine with her.”
“JJ!” Kie griped.
“I mean, it probably doesn’t help that Kie’s your ex,” John B mutters, pursing his lips.
“Okay, yeah, but… I’m not in love with Kie anymore. I’m in love with Sarah and if she can’t see that--”
“She can see it, alright. She’s worried you forgot.”
“Forgot?” You look at Sarah, then turn back to the boys. “Forget about Sarah Cameron? What the fuck!”
“Don’t tell it to us! Tell it to Sarah,” JJ says, emphasizing the syllables in Sarah’s name.
“Make it up to her. It can’t be that hard,” John B offers.
“It’s not hard to please Sarah, I just,” You cast another wary look over your shoulder, Sarah’s golden locks shining in the sun and catching your eye, “I don’t know how.”
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The fire’s bright against the darkness around it. That’s the first thing Sarah notices when she wakes up, the knots and ropes on the hammock printed into her face. The second thing she notices is that she’s really cold and wants her boyfriend to hold her.
There’s laughter by the fire and Sarah hears her boyfriend’s laughter mixing with the boys’.
Sarah gets out of the hammock and moves sluggishly across the yard toward the sound of your voice. She worms her way into your lap, resting her head on your collarbone.
“Hey, baby,” You wrap your arms around her and rest your chin on her head, your beer bottle bumping against her tailbone. Sarah snuggles into your neck, her nose meeting the hollow of your throat.
“What’s up, Sare?” You trace the rope patterns on her arm.
“‘M tired,” She mumbles.
“Well, hi there, Tired,” You grin, kissing the side of her head.
“Don’t, don’t,” Sarah whines, pushing your hands away as the condensation on your bottle touches her bare skin.
“Don’t what, baby?”
“Don’t be an idiot.”
“Sorry, Sare,” You pull her face out of your neck and cup her cheeks, smooshing her face. “What’s really up?”
“Cold. Tired,” You let go of her face, and her head drops back to your shoulder. She hums contentedly, soaking in your body heat and the warmth of the fire behind her.
“You wanna go in?”
“Hang on, hang on,” Kie, splayed across JJ’s lap, tilts her head. “You can’t just take Sarah inside. We’ve hardly seen her all day.”
“That’s not my fault. Plus, she’s burnt. Like really bad. Look at this face--” You attempt to turn her around, but Sarah just whines.
“Alright, okay, Bubba. Sorry,” Sarah squirms on your lap, her hands curling under your shirt, cold as ice. “Jesus, Sare!”
She chuckles sleepily at your jump of surprise, then slumps in your arms once more.
You kiss her temple and down another mouthful of beer. “Thought she’d still be mad at me.”
This wakes Sarah right up, and she narrowly misses your chin when she sits up and throws her head back, hair fanning around her.
“I forgot about that charming development,” Sarah snipped, taking the bottle from you and finishing it. She gets off your lap, “Surprised Kiara’s not in my spot there.” She shoots a murderous glare at Kie, who furrows her eyebrows.
“Sare, baby. What are you talking about? I’m not in love with-- or having any type of intercourse-- with Kie.”
“So we’re all pretending we didn’t see you eye-fucking her earlier? I mean, I can’t be the only one who has an issue with this!” Sarah throws her hands up, locking eyes with JJ. “Doesn’t it bother you that my boyfriend is trying to seduce your girlfriend with fucking bedroom eyes?!”
JJ shifts uncomfortably at being put on the hot seat. “I mean, kind of, but I know Kie loves me and Y/n loves you--”
“JJ, if you say he loves me, I swear--
“No, no, no,” Kie interrupts. “Y/n, kiss Sarah.”
“Um, excuse me--” You grab Sarah’s arms, pinning her in place. “If you kiss me, I’ll slap you.” She threatens, unable to keep her eyes off your lips. You lean in until you feel her breath on your lips, and then you mold your mouth to hers. Sarah melts into the kiss, any doubt she had ebbing away as your tongue slips over hers.
She whines when you stop kissing her, but you’ve only moved far enough to mumble, “Guess I’ll be getting slapped now, hm?”
“Would you shut up?” Sarah tries to pull you back in, but stops at JJ’s scoff of “Get a room, horndogs”.
“JJ--”
“Y/n never kissed me like that!” Kie almost yells in an attempt to diffuse the situation. “Well…” She falters under your disbelieving stare. “You never kissed me like you were in love with me.”
A stick cracks behind her and she whips around to see John B, illuminated by the fire in a menacing way.
“Christ,” John B laughs at the scene before him and drops a couple of logs by the fire. “I leave for, what, 10 minutes, and Sarah’s at everyone’s throats about Kie? And Kie’s saying there was no passion in her past relationship? Damn.”
“I mean, I’m not offended. I never kissed Kie like that and we all know it.” You shrug, Sarah’s arms still wound around your neck, keeping you close.
“Thank you!”
“Okay. I mean, if you never kissed him like that, then you definitely haven’t kissed him like this,” Sarah yanks you down, her lips sliding over yours again and again, doing a dance that is disgusting to watch but incredible to experience. Sarah curls her fingers into your hair and presses her chest completely against yours while her friends protest and beg for you to stop.
When Sarah finally breaks the kiss, she leans in to your ear and whispers, “Can we go to bed? I’m tired.”
You blink a couple of times, processing what the hell just happened before you nod.
“Of course, yeah,” She wiggle-waves at JJ, Kie, and John B before pulling you across the yard to the hammock.
You chuckle when she pushes you into the net and practically throws her body weight on yours, setting the hammock swinging like a pendulum.
You settle in, her head on your chest and your arm around her shoulders.
“So… you’re not in love with Kie?”
“No, Sare. Not anymore.”
“Promise?”
“I do, I promise.”
“M’kay.”
“Why were you so jealous?”
“Well-- I don’t know. Kie’s really pretty and you could pull anyone on the island, so I just thought--”
“You’re really pretty too, Sarah. You know that the only person I’d ever look at is you and I--”
“There’s more?”
“Yes, shh. And how could I ever look at Kiara like that again when I have you, who’s prettier than a thousand sunsets?”
“What about sun rises?”
“Sarah!”
There’s shuffling in the leaves just then, and the other hammock dips with Kie’s and JJ’s weight.
“You know,” Kie huffs, clearly very involved in kissing JJ, “He never did kiss me like that.”
“How about like this?” JJ asks, and a moment later, Kie lets out a tiny shriek.
“JJ Maybank, I swear--”
“No, I swear,” You say loudly. “The moon’s really bright tonight.” You nudge Sarah and she plays into it.
“Would be a shame if someone got caught doing something--”
“Alright, we get it!” JJ groans, “Mood killers.”
“Get a room, horndogs!” You yell at him as they cross to the Chateau, setting Sarah off giggling uncontrollably.
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Just like him
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Kook!reader x Sarah Cameron
Warnings: mentions of drugs, addiction and death, angst, very short
A/N: this takes place right after Wards “death” in OBX2
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Ward was dead. Our ears still ringing from watching from the yard. Sarah dropping to her knees. Rose holding Wheezie from inside the house so she doesn’t run out. Rafe standing next to me as his body was frozen.
We didn’t know what to do, but I was there for Rafe every second after. I made sure to get my emergency stash from my house. I made sure he ate. I made sure he got his anger out on me.
We spent most of the time in his room, high on cocaine and weed. Rafe didn’t sleep, he spent hours trying to figure out how he can be the man of the house.
A few mornings later, Rose woke up all of us. Ordering breakfast for us to eat as a family, a broken family. It’s nice that I’m considered family. I mean, I was friends with Sarah 15 years of my life, and now I’m with Rafe.
After breakfast, Rose sat us all down and brought out her computer so we can watch Wards goodbye vid. I held Rafe’s hand as he squeezed it tightly.
The video of Ward was heartbreaking. Leaving everyone in tears, mourning, and anger.
Sarah pushed her chair backwards, storming out of the house. Rose repeatedly yelled her name, Wheezie cried harder from the thought of Sarah never coming back. Rafe quickly and angrily followed behind her, I followed to make sure he doesn't hurt her again.
Sarah was on the road, walking with her bike at her side.
“Sarah!” I yelled, trying to get her attention but she just ignored.
Rafe yelled her name, but she ignored it again. I stopped him in his track, telling him that I can talk her out of it.
“Sarah, let me talk to you. Just me, no Rafe.” I jogged up behind her.
I felt like I was moving slow from my high still lingering from last night.
She stopped and waited for me to face her.
“Fuck. Look, you can’t leave your brother and sister during this time.” I told her, I tried to think of all the sincere words possible.
“He’s not my brother. He tried to fucking kill me, twice!” she began rolling her bike down the road again.
“O-Okay yeah. He tried to kill you. Sarah.”
She stopped again, annoyed flooded her face as I blocked her path.
“Sarah, he’s a good brother.” I muttered out.
“You’re fucking oblivious.”
“He’s trying his best.” I had to take long strides to catch up with her and her bike.
“Why won't you go back to your own family? Let us handle this.” she rolled her eyes.
“Stay here Sarah!” I let out with anger as I grabbed her forearm, holding her in place. I don’t know why I was doing this, usually I would never stand in the way of Sarah and her Pogues.
Rafe was walking towards us, taking long and fast strides.
“Let me go!” she pulled her arm away.
“What the fuck happened to you?” She tilted her head.
“Nothing happened to me Sar.” I rubbed at my temple.
“No, you wanna know what happened to you?”
I shrugged my shoulders telling her to carry on.
“You were my best friend. You let him manipulate you.” she harshly pointed her finger towards her brother. “You’re an addict just like Rafe. Get some help.” she scoffed.
My eyelids felt heavy, I could feel the stinging in my eyes. I could feel the air stuck in my throat.
“Hey!” Rafe jumped in front of her bike, holding the bike tight in his grip. “You’re going to apologize, then you’re going back inside. You hear me?”
“I am leaving.” she said sternly, pulling the bike handles away from Rafe.
“I’m trying to be better. O-Okay.” he followed Sarah as she walked.
“You almost killed me.”
“Shit. Fuck. I’m trying to be the man of the house.”
She ignored him.
“Do you hear yourself Rafe?” she yelled out with wide eyes. “You’re not dad, you will never be him!”
She quickly moved and hopped on her bike, peddling as fast she could.
Rafe moved his hand into his pockets, fumbling with the car keys.
“Let her go.” I held his wrist, stopping his movement. “She’ll comeback.”
I wiped my tears and let go of his wrist. I walked back into the house, leaving him on the street.
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𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐡 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧
“𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲. 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮”
𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬
nothing yet
𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
nothing yet
𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬
nothing yet
𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬
traveling through europe with sarah (coming soon)
𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬
nothing yet
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𝑺𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑯 𝑪𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑶𝑵
❀ - smut ⊗ - angst ✩ - fluff
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College Cheerleader!Sarah [Moodboard]
90s Movie AU Moodboard (CLUELESS 1995)
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Sarah Cameron Masterlist
smut = ☆ angst = ❀ fluff = ♡
one shots:
moodboards:
fic recs:
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𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 || 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐡 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧
“𝘚𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭?
𝘖𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥?
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦“
Inspo: Weston Estate - Silence
Pairing: Sarah Cameron x Male!reader
Summary: All you heard was the silence, and the wail of your heart...
Warnings: Angsty as fuck with brief bursts of fluff
Words: 3444
The sun broke out beyond the horizon, signifying the early sights of the morning. It was nice. At least, it was nice for what it was. Giving the faintest amount of warmth your heart needed in this time of melancholy. And sitting on John B’s dock, you settled on the stern of the HMS Pogue. The freshly installed padding makes seeing the sun far more comfortable than your body felt.
You ached, terribly. Body sore from the countless nights of no sleep and eyes heavy from the countless tears you were sure could drown all of Outer Banks. Yet, it amounted to nothing in the end when everything you’ve felt has been simply a lie. A smokescreen to everything that was being played out behind the scenes.
Everything you did wasn’t enough in the end. Leaving you a sour version that others barely got along with. You were a mood killer. The Pogues understood it, but it didn’t help how you didn’t open up to them. But how could you? This was the girl of your dreams you were talking about. The same girl that danced around you, placing false hopes in your mind, when in all actuality she was interested in your friend.
A joint rested between the pads of your index and thumb. Burning absently as you continued to stare out at the open ocean. Taking the reflecting star that bounced off the water rather nicely. It was truly a sight to behold. One that you wished could be spent with the whole band of misfits you had stuck beside since you were children.
Although the weed was helping you recuperate, gaining hold of your bearings, it didn’t help find the safe haven you were hoping to find. Able to shed your clothes of emotion and be able to continue on without Sarah Cameron on your mind.
“Yo, Y/n!” Running a hand through your hair and successfully sweeping the strands out of your eyes, you looked over your shoulder. Finding a barely clothes JJ Maybank walks over with a gentle smile. “Smoking a doink without me, bud?”
JJ had been one of the three that stuck around for you. The years of childhood memories and you two being the most reckless out of the Pogues created a different bond you had with the others. His words made your chest swell and your stomach jitter with euphoria. He was a beam of joyfulness that you cherished each and every day you got to have in your life.
“Wanted to watch the sunrise.” You watched the boy hop onto the boy, making you yelp as your gripped onto the edge to keep yourself still. JJ snickered into amusement, clambering onto the back and taking the cold and empty spot beside you. You handed him the joint as you clasped your hands with pursed lips. “Nothing beat’s this view.”
“I agree,” JJ muttered, chest swelled with smoke as he returned the joint back to you. Exhaling with a rough cough falling from his throat, his closed hand hitting his chest as he hacked up a lung. You laughed softly, rubbing a comforting hand across the blonde’s back. “The sunset is just as good.”
You hummed, lips shaped in a thin-lip smile. There was a time when you hadn’t watched this alone and it had been spent with the whole group. A cold beer in your grasp with wet droplets covering your hands as you watched the sun slowly fall beyond your gaze. The bristling of long blonde hair brushed against your cheek with the faintest sound of snores echoing in your ears.
Those were the days.
Things were simple back then. Now, it was hard for you to try and keep track of whatever else were doing. You barely left your room in the Chateau. How could you when John B and Sarah would just be outside in the living room? But it’s not like you had a choice when you had nowhere else to go. Pope came by occasionally but didn’t interact with you since you were still a bit sensitive, and Kiara just didn’t like you. After snapping at her about the prying of your mind she had tried conducting, it created a very bitter response to erupt.
None of it had been purposeful, but it had happened and you would have to live with it. Your only saviour was JJ, who wasn’t afraid to pull you out of bed and forced you to come to parties. Sticking by your side the entire time, unless he needed your help getting with a chick. Reenacting a lot of your first few years of Highschool together in those few good moments.
“You know, you can talk to me, right?” JJ mused. It took you a moment to realize he was talking to you, seeing him staring out at the beautiful ocean. When he must’ve noticed your gaze, he looked at you with a comforting smile. “I mean that, Y/n. I know it’s still fresh, but I am always here. I’ve known John B for just as long as you, but what he did wasn’t right. So, whatever happens, later on, I’m with you.”
For the first time in a while, that’s what you needed to hear. Smiling forcefully, but attempting to hide the tears that brimmed in your eyes—sniffling as you exhaled heavily. Feeling the firm hold of JJ’s arm wrap around your shoulder and pull you close. Making you rest your head on his shoulder, silently letting the tears fall into the ocean and be swept away.
It wasn’t long after that the two of you wandered back to the Chateau. Laughing about something that JJ had done last night at the party he and others went to. But upon entering, you two found Sarah's seat on the counter in front of the coffee machine. A yawn escaped her lips as she attempted to rub the exhaustion from her eyes.
It hadn’t worked.
As always, Sarah was beautiful. It was hard to take that away from someone who looked breathtaking even after waking up. Her hair was slightly astray and frizzy on top. Her tanned legs swayed as she watched the pot slowly fill with her personal pick-me-up. A shirt that reached her mid-thighs covering whatever was underneath. But the sight of her didn’t hurt you, but the shirt. It was yours. One that she had stolen from you and promised to never give it back when the two of you were… whatever you two were.
But with the sound of the inside patio door slamming shut, the girl swivelled her head to see you and JJ. She had a surprised expression seeing either of you awake. “Didn’t know you were an early bird, JJ.” The response she received was a pause of silence. Just as JJ had said, he would take your side. With the pain still so fresh in your mind, he knew that meant not interacting with Sarah as much as he used to. Well, not with you around at least. If he could help you adjust, then his attention would be put on you.
After a heavy atmosphere filtered the living room and kitchen, JJ walked in further with a sigh. “Y/n and I are going on a walk,” he said, going to the fridge and pulling out multiple beers. Noticing that this would be a very long day, you grabbed John B’s backpack and walked over.
“Can I come?” She inquired, groaning as she stretched her arms above her head. “I haven’t been this awake this early. I wanna get a good walk-in.”
Her obliviousness left a sour taste in your mouth. Did she really not care? Was she going to act as if nothing happened 2 months ago? The fact that she couldn’t get the hint irked you. Far more than you’d like to admit. You weren’t angry but frustrated by the girl.
“We’ll be back in a few hours. Don’t wait up for us on anything.” JJ’s very own cold tone surprised you just as much as Sarah. Making you sigh softly as you run your hand through your hair.
“Come with.” The look you got from JJ was incredulous and made you feel embarrassed. Was it pitiful that you still wanted to be around her after everything she did? “We’re just going to a spot we used to hang out at when we were kids.”
Sarah smiled warmly at your invitation. “Then let’s go.” She walked past you and JJ, grabbing her shoes and slipping them on. You could feel JJ’s eyes bore into the side of your head, and you knew he was on the brink of putting you in a headlock and chastising you like an older brother. He wanted the best for you, but you weren’t making it easy for him, or yourself.
But maybe you were just a fool grasping onto hope. Holding it close to your already quivering heart that was being held together by tape. The idea of leaving whatever it was that you and Sarah experienced unfinished didn’t feel right. None of what had happened since she got with John B felt okay. There was a piece of your story that wasn’t written and you wanted to see if there was another chapter ahead or if this is how your love story concluded.
The three of you quickly set off on the walk, all holding beers whilst you hauled the bag on your back. There wasn’t much conversation besides brief comments. One thing was for sure; Sarah made you uncomfortable. You were hesitant to even say anything as you were sure she would try and converse with you. One; she wanted to fill the silence. Two; neither of you had talked much since she got with John B. All of it for good reason, but not enough to make you courageous and attempt to hold a conversation with her.
Eventually, the three of you arrived at the small fort. It was in the thick density of the trees on the Cut. Old pieces of wood scavenged and nailed into trees; all done by you and JJ. So many memories are held in this little fort that still sported the old dusty blankets and pillows. Surely festering with bugs, yet, they still caused a smile to form on your lips. Drawings on the ceiling of the fort in crayon drew your attention next. Shooting stars and other indecipherable drawings you two had created. But you definitely see the massive difference in quality from yours to JJ’s.
Settling on your side of the fort, you sighed and set the backpack between your legs. JJ takes the spot opposite you, and Sarah sits beside you. An action that made you bristled with not so forgotten goosebumps.
“Is this where you guy’s used to hang out at when you were kids?” Sarah asked, eyes glossing every little detail. You glanced at her while you grabbed a new joint and beer from the backpack.
“When things got hard at home, we met up here,” you said, gaining Sarah’s attention. Her eyes twinkled with curiosity and intent interest. “We slept here for days and stole food from John B’s. But Big John didn’t mind.”
JJ smiled as well at the memory. “I remember the time he came running out his bedroom in his briefs, shotgun in hand, and frightful as we were sat on his counter eating cookies.” That caused a chorus of laughter to fall between you two.
“That was scary, man. I fuckin’ pissed myself!” You laughed as you tried to keep your hands steady with lighting the joint.
“Does anyone know about this place?” Sarah mused, joining in on the conversation.
The blonde boy shook his head, taking the spare joint you held for him. “John B never wanted to come and Pope was always helping his parents with the business,” JJ explained. “I don’t even think I ever want to tell them about this place. It’s important to Y/n and me.”
You smiled at JJ, bowing your head with pink cheeks as you exhaled a cloud. Sarah watched you with curious eyes. JJ seemed to notice though. Letting out a yawn, he sat up in a crouch. “But before we start drinking, I need to piss.” His comment made you snicker as you took a puff off the joint. With the brand new open spot, Sarah crawled over and sat opposite you. Her knees curled into her chest as she continued to look around.
Finding something that piqued her interest, she moved a few books and drew books and pulled out a small piano. Nothing professional or expensive, but something for a child. Already pre-recorded melodies coded into the instrument that a kid could play with, stimulating their mind. Stickers of Star Wars were pressed over the frame of the case, making it even more personal.
Spotting the device, you smiled softly as Sarah interacted with the device. Watching her press one of the keys. It responds with an almost robotic tone of the pressure, causing your eyes to flicker shot at the nostalgic sound. It shaped a childlike smile on Sarah’s lips as she tried to find some sort of melody to create.
“JJ got that for me after I started showing the tiniest bit of interest in music,” you said, causing the girl to look up at you with a smile. Her hair swept to the left side of her head and her brown eyes seemed to glow a bit brighter from your explanation of the item. “When he couldn’t sleep, he used to beg I play it and sing whatever the hell came from my lips. When we got older, I just, kinda made songs with the thing.”
That seemed like enough for Sarah to turn the piano and extend it towards you. You looked between the device and the girl, spotting the silent request. Sighing, you moved the backpack and took the device and rested it on your crossed legs. Strands of your hair rested over your eyes as you carefully pressed each key, hoping to remember one of the few songs you made with the instrument.
When you eventually did, you began to play the melody. Sarah’s eyes intently fixated on your fingers, eyes occasionally flickering up to try and catch your gaze. Unable to prepare herself for your sudden voice filling in the extra space of silence. Baby girl don't worry, ain't no problems. Maybe all the liquor in the world will help us solve 'em,” you sang. “Meet me at the bottom of the poison that we swallowed. Drowning in your tears all while we count up all the bottles.”
Your throat strained from the lack of practice in recent weeks. No amount of motivation had been able to get you back into your groove of creating music. JJ tried, but you just opted to lock your door and keep him out. But now, maybe it was the nostalgia in the air or the hurt feelings you felt like releasing, but you felt the tiniest bit of courage to keep going.
“So if you hear the words I sing, I swear they weren't 'bout you. And when you see my face and look away like nothing's new.” Again, your voice strained as you tried to hit the higher notes. Still shocking Sarah who felt compelled to continue to sit and listen. Completely engulfed in your angelic vocals as you continued. “And I'll let go of faith 'till you decide just what to do. The funny thing about pain is that it always ends in truth.”
Playing the keys in a loop, you kept your head bowed. Hiding whatever ounce of emotion you had to shed to sing. It hurt doing so as you were desperate what Sarah had to say or what she was thinking. “Daisies. You never learned to hate me. I wish you were never my daisy. I never thought you could hate me”
The last key rang out as you sat there in pause. Licking your dry lips and sweeping a few strands of hair out of your face as you looked up at Sarah. She wore a sad smile, arms wrapped around her knees as she stared at you.
You awkwardly smiled, moving the instrument to the side as you took a puff off your joint. Unable to meet her gaze just like when you found out she was dating John B. No warning of doing so or any explanation as to what you two had been. And you couldn’t tell if she was feeling anything during that time or even now. So, the less you knew, the better.
“I want you to know Y/n, I care about you,” Sarah said, gaging your attention. It wasn’t intentional, but you scoffed.
Looking down at the joint, you should your head in disbelief as you replayed that day. How she had clung to John B’s side like they had been together for years. How she kissed him. How she held his hand. God, it all made you think the opposite of her statement. If she’d cared, then she would’ve offered you mercy and said that she saw you as a friend. Maybe things would’ve been easier for you to handle.
“That’s bullshit and we both know it, Sarah,” you said, taking another puff off the joint. Sarah continued to stare at you with a saddened look in her eyes. “I mean…” You let out a laugh, looking up at her. “Was anything you said or did real? Or was I just hallucinating?”
“Y/n-” She moved closer, sitting between your spread legs and holding your cheeks. When you tried to look away, she softly grabbed your chin and forced you to look up at her. “-All of it was real. At the time John B and I got together, I was stressed. He and I just… happened.” She didn’t know the right words to describe how it was at that time. Perhaps it was the thrill of searching for the gold or she allowed herself to believe she had something with John B.
“You didn’t tell me, Sarah,” you said, lips pursing as you refused to cry. You wouldn’t allow her to see you like this. It made you look like an idiot and it showed how much she had impacted your heart and thoughts. Because she lived rent-free in both places and you couldn’t remove her no matter how much alcohol or drugs you had. “You left me behind.”
“If I left you behind, do you think I would be here with you?” She questioned, hand still holding your chin firmly to keep her gaze. Almost like she was wanting to try and spot any lie within her eyes. But you found nothing and that probably hurt worse than a lie.
The pads of her thumb softly ran over your jaw with her other hand holding your cheek, doing the same. It was soft and delicate. Like she knew that at any moment you could break apart in her grasp. Reduced to a weeping and pleading mess.
“I can’t play this game, Sarah,” you told her. “I can’t just watch you jump back and forth between me and John B. You have to decide because I can’t deal with this anymore.”
Sarah sat there for a moment, eyes flickering across your face But in what felt like a blink, you felt a pair of lips press to yours. Your momentary shock was overridden with relief as you kissed her just as passionately. Her tongue flicked over your bottom lip and you surrendered. Allowing her tongue to roll and fight with your own as she pulled you impossibly closer. A soft moan fell from Sarah’s lips as she parted for a second to bite your bottom lip. A shaky breath fell from your lips before it was halted by Sarah pressing her lips against yours again.
No other girl you had experienced a kiss with had been like this. It didn’t have the same electrifying effect. You didn’t feel high and grounded like Sarah made you feel. She was gentle in her actions as she took control of the kiss. Keeping it slow and passionate. Just the way you had always imagined it to be.
When the two of you two broke apart for air, your lips were bruised and wet, Eyes heavy as you felt Sarah rest her head against yours. Breath intermingled together as she stroked your cheeks softly as you hummed at the contact. She smiled softly at the action.
“Does that decide it?”
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Is Your Secrets - Sarah Cameron x Reader
Dear Reader Duology: Part 1, Part 2
Summary: For 16 days Sarah has absolutely no explanation as to where you are. She knows, but not from you. And it's killing her. The uncertainty of what she's done to your relationship and where you both stand is killing her. And when you finally make it back home? You both have to face down the future of your relationship and what that will look like.
Word Count: 5.2k+
TWs/CWs: She/her pronouns used, adult/profane language, descriptions of relationship issues/relationship deterioration, mentions of hospice/a funeral (not extensive or central), making up from a relationship, not fully flushed out
Note: Lmaooooo I didn't feel like waitinggggggggg! Part 2 of the Sarah Cameron installment of the Dear Reader duology series I have going on here on Tumblr. Happy pride: go lesbians, go. Again, if I'm lucky I'll get Kie's out before pride month is over.
“What the hell? Where is my girlfriend?” Sarah demanded when JJ and Kiara emerged from the trees without you. Both had grim looks on their faces and Sarah had a spinning anxiety threatening to take out her legs. She watched as the couple exchanged a glance and her eyes hardened almost immediately into a glare. She folded her arms tightly across her chest. “This isn’t funny. Where is she?”
“She…had to leave, Sarah,” Kie said eventually.
“What?” Sarah asked.
“She’s having a family thing. It’s…bad,” JJ said.
“What the fuck are you talking about? No, she didn't, she would’ve told me,” Sarah said defensively.
“She just got the text, Sar. Right before she ran off,” Kie explained.
“No. She would’ve had me take her. What are you even saying?” she asked.
JJ went to reply but Kiara grabbed her boyfriend’s arm squeezing it, as if in warning. It didn’t go unnoticed by Sarah, but she didn’t get why. She shook her head and turned towards John B. He nodded encouragingly, smiling and patting her shoulder.
“Go call her and see what’s up,” he encouraged.
Offering him a smile of thanks she walked off, dialing your number within moments and holding it to her hair. It rang once…twice…a third time…a fourth time…then? It was sent to voicemail. Sarah bit her lip, immediately worried.
“Hey, baby? What’s up? Where did you go? Are you okay? Kie said you have a family thing going on,” she said, drumming her nails against her leg. “I’m worried. Call me back okay? Just let me know what you need so I can help you.”
She hung up and walked back over to her friends. “Did she answer?” Cleo asked.
“No,” Sarah said, shaking her head.
Cleo sighed and got up. “I’ll try to call her,” she assured Sarah before walking off.
“I’m sure she’s fine, Sarah,” Pope offered. “She just has to deal with her family stuff. You know she’s not just gonna run on you.”
Sarah turned her head over towards Cleo who glanced back in Sarah’s direction. She shook her head and lowered the phone. Obviously, you hadn’t answered, then. Sarah’s hands sat on her hips and she started drumming her fingers more insistently. She took out her phone after a few seconds of thought and started firing off a series of texts to you.
Hey, where did you go?? JJ and Kie said something’s wrong?? Why aren’t you answering??
I love you, baby. Just call me back please.
I just wanna know that you’re okay. You don’t even have to tell me what’s wrong.
I’m supposed to be there for you, peach.
For a moment, Sarah paused and looked up at her friends. “What did she say was wrong?” Sarah asked.
Again, Kie stopped JJ from speaking. “She didn’t say anything. She showed us the text she got,” Kie explained. “Her aunt’s collapsed. It looks like she’s…potentially not gonna make it this time…”
“Shit,” Sarah hissed before taking her phone out, trying to call you again. Again, you did not answer. She left another message. And with that, she started firing off another round of texts.
Kie just told me your aunt collapsed. Do you need me to get us over to the mainland tomorrow? Are you going on the last boat? Do you want me to come? What’s up? What do you need? I don’t want to overwhelm you I just know how hard this is.
So just tell me what you need, okay?
I love you. I wanna support you.
I can be there by the morning. Just say the word. You know I’d do anything for you, right?
Sarah made a final attempt to call. This time she didn’t bother to leave another voicemail when there was no answer. She looked over at Kie, face pleading for some answer that she knew well that her friend could not provide. Or would not even if she could do it. She looked back down at her phone, shaking her head, firing off a few more texts.
My love, you’re scaring me. I hate to think that you’re out there overwhelmed like this and that you’re alone.
Please talk to me, peach.
“Sarah,” Kie said cautiously. “She just texted me.”
Sarah’s eyes widened. She hated the sound of that and the nervous energy that filled her at that. “What did she say?” Sarah asked, worried.
Kie didn’t say anything, instead, she simply held the phone out for Sarah to read. So, Sarah had to read the text with her own two eyes. She had to come to terms with the fact that she saw that this was what you said. She had to acknowledge that this was what you meant.
Tell her not to come.
It felt like a ton of bricks had been dropped into her stomach and fell all the way to her feet. “Hey,” Pope said optimistically. “I’m sure it’s not as bad as it sounds.”
“Right,” John B said automatically, nodding in agreement. “Probably just gonna be crowded at the hospital with her aunt. Less to worry about. Nothing about you, Sarah. She’s crazy about you.”
Cleo and Kie exchanged a look and Kie swatted at JJ as he made a noise. “What, JJ?” Sarah asked, overly defensive immediately.
“Nothing, Sarah. Just try to understand that her aunt is dying. Of course, she doesn’t need to worry about you. But we should be worried about her, shouldn’t we?” he posed, voice dripping disdain even as he kept his face neutral.
Despite the urge to snap back at him, Sarah knew that it was largely just her anxiety tempting her towards it. She simply squeezed her hip with one hand and gripped her phone with the other. She offered a curt nod. “Yeah, you’re right,” she said. “I’m gonna head back though and see if she went to our apartment first.”
“Sarah…she didn’t,” Kie said, sounding like she hated even saying it. “She’s on the ferry already. Heading over. Just…give her a little space right now. She’ll reach out when she’s ready. Give her a break. It’s been…hard.”
“What are you saying? What has been hard?” Sarah asked, looking suspiciously at Kiara.
“Look, Sarah. Let’s take you home,” John B said, clapping her on the shoulder. “You are way too worried about this right now. You need to decompress. You’re not gonna do that here.”
Sarah offered him a scathing glare. “I need to know if my girlfriend's okay,” Sarah retorted.
“No, you need to listen to Kie and give your girlfriend a damn chance to get through this. And she wants to do it without you right now. And you need to respect that,” JJ said bluntly, ever willing to push her buttons regardless of how painful it might be to do so.
“And we’re done here,” Kie said with fake cheer, clapping JJ’s shoulder before beginning to bodily drag him away. She threw a final look back at Sarah and a last piece of advice. “Just give her a bit. She’ll be back when her family's stuff's set.”
Regardless of what Sarah wanted, she knew that she had no other choice. She knew that her friends were right, whether more softly presented like Kie or more harshly presented like JJ. So, when she went home again, to an empty bed that should’ve had you sleeping beside her, warm and safe, she was determined to be patient. You’d reach out when you needed her. And you did. You did need her. At least…she hoped you did. Suddenly, she felt swept over by a tidal wave of doubt as she sat alone in your shared apartment.
Sarah was not unaware that she hadn’t been the best version of herself with you for the past month. No, she was entirely aware that this was the worst girlfriend she’d ever been to you. And she hated herself for it. But she truly, truly felt like she had to. After all, as much as she often…hated her brother…hated everything about the way he acted and the person he portrayed himself to be…the last conversation they’d had together had left an impact. Something that she had no doubt he’d be delighted to know.
“You know, you’re a lot more like me than you’d like to admit, Sarah. A lot more like Dad. It’s about time that you stop lying to yourself that you’re some normal little good girl, isn’t it? We’re all adults now,” Rafe had sneered on their monthly call that both of them hated, yet neither seemed to be able to stop.
“You’re a crazy, possessive dick, Rafe,” she’d pointed out, with her teeth grit. “I’m nothing like you. And I’m not some selfish…clingy asshole like Dad, either.”
Rafe had chuckled on the other end of the phone and something about the sound had set her teeth on edge. “Oh that’s so sweet that you think so,” he had cooed sarcastically. “But you should take a look at the way you treat that little girlfriend of yours before you start running your mouth over who acts possessive and crazy…or selfish and clingy. You want that girl to be about you 24/7 and if she isn’t you got a problem with it.”
Sarah rolled her eyes at her brother. “Yeah, no. I don’t think it’s weird that I’m excited to be with my girlfriend actually. Some of us are emotionally mature and actually grew up and have partners that we love,” she had said, the words caustic and barbed.
“Ah, well, commitment’s overrated,” Rafe drawled down the line. Sarah had been furious to hear his smug amusement at her easily triggered anger at that moment. “I bet you don’t even realize how bad it is. You probably don’t go even five minutes without touching her if you’re in the same room.” He let out a hum that had Sarah’s hair standing on end. “You probably couldn’t even stop yourself if you tried. I feel bad for her, I do. I’m sure that your girlfriend hates it. Even if she’s too nice to say it to you.”
At that point, the conversation had devolved largely into her yelling at her brother to stop being such a jackass and grow up and a bunch of other childish and otherwise unhelpful things that only could be dragged out of her by her siblings. Even so, knowing that Rafe was an idiot and a loser and always wrong more or less, the words had haunted her. They stuck to her brain. And part of her knew that he was right. She was clingy. Some probably would call her obsessive. She did feel like she had to be touching you every moment that she could be—it helped her feel sane for God’s sake. And sure she hated when Kiara looked at you for too long even though it was more likely that you’d both run away and elope with a literal fish before even looking at each other that way. So maybe she was a bit possessive at times. But you were the best thing that had ever happened to her. So sue her. Of course she was.
At that moment, it struck her.
And damn it all to hell because Rafe was right and she was just a bit psychotic when it came to you.
And damn it all to a deeper part of hell because he was also probably right about you hating it.
She tried her best to dissuade herself from that being the truth. But, over the following days after that first conversation with her brother, she recognized it more. The pattern of borderline obsession with you. Not to an unhealthy degree, not really. But enough that she somehow felt like a part of her was missing when she didn’t get to touch you every ten minutes or so when you were with each other. And that scared her. It scared her a lot. She’d worked so hard through her late teenage years and into her early twenties to become strong and independent. And in the last two years with you, it had dismantled every wall she’d ever built. You felt too entwined with her; it was like she didn’t know where you ended and where she began.
Sarah would admit it: she got scared.
Sarah would admit it: she was a coward.
Sarah would admit it: she ran in every way but literally.
At the drop of a dime, despite the fact it almost felt like going through literal withdrawal at first, she started distancing herself from you. From her peach. From the sweetest and best thing that had ever entered her life. She told herself it was to give you space. It was to give you the freedom to choose to bridge that gap and make the connection with you both. That was a lie though. That was the lie that she told herself even as she pulled away as you tried to make contact, even as she ignored you and flaked on plans and lied about where she was. Because if there was one thing that Sarah couldn’t shake—not fully, at least—it was the ability to blow up things that were important to her when they got too serious. Sure, it had taken two years this time, but she still did it.
But, hey, consistency was key when it came to destroying your life, right?
Then, it felt like she couldn’t stop. She felt awful that first week and wanted to stop. Going into the second week she told herself every day she needed to cut the shit out. And going into the third week it was the same song and dance to. Every time she said it she vowed she would. Every vow she made to do better she completely threw away for fear that she could not name.
So, she was completely aware that she deserved the silence that she got from you. She’d earned it even. But, even so, it burned her. It pissed her off and it terrified her and she was terrified for you and it all turned her stomach into knots that she felt would never go away. And the days dragged on like this. One day into five. Five into nine. She felt like she was going absolutely insane. Not a word from you. Not to her at least. Kie would get an update every four days or so it seemed like. Sarah desperately tried to act like it didn’t bother her but it stung. Already she’d mentally returned herself to the place of I don’t deserve this in a last ploy to avoid the depth of fear and feelings surrounding all of this. And she stewed in that instead of moping around too much. She avoided people the first nine days of you being gone, but by then her friends had informed her quite plainly that if she didn’t voluntarily come out with her they’d actually kidnap her this time. So, she’d agreed.
That’s what brought Sarah out to dinner with her friends. It was nothing big. It was literally just at the Wreck. Even so, dragging her there felt like a trial from the devil himself for a moment there. She sat, tense and generally off from her normal self. Everyone politely seemed to be ignoring it, even as she snapped and complained far more than she’d ever done even before she’d met all of them. Everyone except JJ who seemed almost personally offended by Sarah’s literal existence today. So, she made it her personal mission to ignore him altogether.
“Hey, Kie, have you heard from her?” Sarah asked quietly as the conversation began splitting off after they’d all placed their orders.
“Nothing today, no,” Kiara denied, while JJ scoffed. “Jayj, stop.”
“No. Got something to say, Maybank?” Sarah asked flatly, practically itching to take her anger out on something at that moment.
JJ looked her over as if she were the least interesting thing he’d ever set eyes on then shook his head. “Nothing worth it,” he scoffed before taking a drink from the bottle in front of him.
Sarah raised a brow. “No. Do go on,” she insisted.
“You’re pissed that she’s gone, yeah?” JJ posed. “It’s been two weeks of her dealing with a family crisis that might as well have arrived outta nowhere, yeah?” He scoffed. “Not even two full weeks yet.”
“What’s your point?” Sarah asked, gritting her teeth.
“My point is that you start talking about how she’s been gone so long, and this, that the other. And you’re saying it all like you weren’t practically throwing her away the past month she was here. And yes I said throwing her away because some of the shit had long surpassed pushing her away,” JJ pointed out, voice acidic but truthful. “And you know damn well I’m right, here, Cameron. You do. The problem is that’s just the stuff you were doing in front of us. So I’m sure you were doing worse when y’all were alone. And all my love, of course, Sarah. But at the end of the day? If you’re being as shitty a girlfriend to her as I even think you’re being? I hope she doesn’t come back again. I hope she doesn’t answer you. And I hope you figure out what the fuck got you so flighty when you’ve been happily held down the past two years by a woman you like…are obsessed with.”
“Why don’t we all take a step back here,” Cleo suggested, stepping in front of Sarah. Sarah hadn’t even realized that she’d moved. “Before things get more heated.” Sarah’s glare didn’t move from JJ. Cleo squeezed her shoulder. “Come on. Sarah.”
After another moment, Sarah cut her eyes over toward Cleo. She scoffed and pulled roughly away from her friends. “Fuck you, JJ,” she snapped as she stormed over to the door.
“Sarah,” Kie called after her.
But, Sarah didn’t reply. Instead, she stormed her way home and stewed in her anger, sadness, and hurt. It was easy to be angry. Very easy. It was probably the strongest thing passed down through her family. It was easier to stay attached to the anger than it was to try and reckon with JJ’s words…his accusations. Yes, it was far easier considering the voice in the back of her head that informed her plainly and repeatedly just how right JJ had been. So, instead of facing that, she happily stuck to the anger she felt at your perceived abandonment of her. She’d lost a lot in her life. You knew that. And now, what? She was expected to be okay with losing you? When she loved you, her precious girlfriend, more than anything else? No matter what the back of her mind reminded her of—her poor treatment of you—she couldn’t think beyond the threat of losing you.
The cycle went on like that
Despite every instinct in her mind, Sarah called you. She knew damn well that you wouldn’t answer. But, she just had to hear your voice on the voicemail. Just for a moment. She let out a shaky sigh as she heard your voice, telling her that you were sorry for missing the call and that you’d call her back if she just left a message after the beep. Your voice was so light, you were so full of joy. Sarah longed to have that happiness coloring your tone again. She longed to be the reason you were that happy again. At the sound of the beep, Sarah paused, unable to hang up.
“Hey, peach,” she said, the words practically squeaking out of her mouth. “I know you’re busy. Everyone says that you’re dealing with the family stuff on the mainland. I know. I get that. I’m sorry. I just…I just needed to hear your voice with the voicemail. I love you. I’m sorry. Please…I know I don’t deserve it. And I know that…I don’t want to make this about me. But…just…when you come back…let me talk to you. Please. Let me fix things. I love you so much. I can…I can explain everything about how fucking awful I’ve been. And I promise that I’m not gonna make excuses. I just…you deserve to know.” She let out a shaking breath. “I love you. I miss you. I…I can’t wait to see you again, my love.”
After that, Sarah hung up again, practically flinging the phone away from her. She took a few deep breaths and wiped away tears from her face that she hadn’t even realized had fallen. She forced herself to muster all of her strength and stopped crying. She stopped letting herself feel the hulking weight of her upset and instead laid down in her bed. She curled up in a ball and didn’t let herself cry, but instead forced herself to sleep. It was much, much easier that way—less pain gripping at her throat threatening to pull her under the weight of her own sadness and crush her. So, sleeping it was.
Even so, the last thing on her mind as she drifted off to sleep was you.
Nine days turned quickly into sixteen. And suddenly, it had been half a damn month since Sarah had seen or spoken to her girlfriend. It was killing her. By then, her friends were making a much more concentrated effort to try and make her feel better. Even JJ by then was trying to give Sarah something to smile about and distract her from your conspicuous and extended absence from her life. The most recent attempt was today, with Kie and Cleo dragging her down to the beach with the guys to look for sea glass they could use to make some new jewelry for each other. There also was the side quest of meeting the new girl that John B had been getting to know and definitely getting to be smitten with.
But, hours later, when the sun was burning high, her pockets were full of sea glass and her shoes full of sand, the mission got thrown to the wayside. It had been great hanging out with everyone. For once she’d been wholly distracted. Hell, she’d even found herself getting along well with the new girl that John B was seeing—she was sweet, really. But none of that mattered when she saw you at the end of the beach, walking towards them. She froze like a statue, brain overwhelmed so completely that it shut off entirely.
Naturally, everyone’s attention turned in your direction when they noticed the near-comical freeze from Sarah. You simply gave a half-smile when you realized that your friends had spotted you. One of your hands was shoved into your pocket, the other held a bouquet of dahlias that could only have come from your family’s flower shop—the shop that had been closed for two weeks now, much to the disappointment of the island. Your eyes were downcast, protected by sunglasses against the midday rays. Sarah blinked once, twice, a third time. You were beautiful and perfect and terrible and she missed you and she hated you and she loved you more than anything in this world and she didn’t know how to feel anymore. So, quite simply, she decided not to think about it. To not feel like she had to know anything. She just acted.
Sarah’s feet carried her forward on instinct towards you, slowly at first. But then she was booking it across the sandy beach to you. She threw herself at you, arms wrapping around you in the tightest hug she’d maybe ever given you, practically shaking. You wrapped your arms firmly around her, holding her tightly against you, and let her bury her head in your neck for a moment. Even in doing so, you had the presence of mind to not crush the dahlias, intent on them being perfect when you actually handed them over to Sarah. The pair of you were silent for an extended moment, just holding each other with your eyes closed.
“Hi, baby,” you greeted her, sounding utterly exhausted. Somehow that broke Sarah’s heart even more.
“Hi, peach,” she replied, voice wavering. “I missed you. So much.”
“Missed you too, Sar,” you assured her. She pulled back and looked at you, stroking your face with one hand, the other wrapped around the back of your neck. “You okay, baby?”
“I’m sorry,” Sarah said, tearfully.
Your brow knit together. “Why?” you asked, looking—and feeling—genuinely confused.
“You’re the love of my life and I have been awful for the past month. I wouldn’t have blamed you if you hadn’t come back. You deserve so much better than I was giving you. And if you give me another chance then I promise you that I’ll do better. I love you so fucking much and I’m not ashamed of or embarrassed of you and you’re worth every ounce of effort and love that I give and I never ever, ever want you to doubt that,” Sarah declared. The words flowed from her mouth in a waterfall. “I’m sorry that I ever made you feel any differently. The love that I have for you…it isn’t…it shouldn’t be…it isn’t a secret.”
“Sar…baby…I was just dealing with hospice and the funeral the past few weeks,” you said, sounding tired, stroking her cheek in return. You sighed. “Yeah, you were out of it. You’re allowed to be.” You scoffed. “I just didn’t check in for two weeks, baby. That’s worse.”
Sarah shook her head in refusal. “No. You were dealing with your family, it’s not,” she declined. She saw you open your mouth and shook her head again. “And you needed to do it alone and I respect that and don’t feel any type of anger about it. I was just being awful because I was insecure and felt like I was too clingy. I should’ve been there for you.”
“Sar…stop,” you said, frowning seriously at her. “I didn’t want you to be there. I didn’t want anyone to be there. I was angry. I was upset. And I was stupid and wanted to handle it myself. That has nothing to do with you or our relationship, baby. I promise. Who cares if you dropped my fucking hand? This isn’t the music video for fucking All Too Well. You’re not Jake Gyllenhaal. This isn’t a Taylor Swift song, baby. This is real life. You’re allowed to be distant every once in a while. And I can tell you all about everything later. And I will. But we didn’t both need to go through it.” You blew out a sigh. “At least that’s how I felt when I was leaving. So it was what I maintained. I know that it hurt you…and for that I’m sorry. I’m not gonna do it again. I promise you that. And I also promise that I will tell you everything later.”
Despite her best effort, Sarah felt her bottom lip quivering. There was much that needed to be unpacked. Much that needed to be discussed. But, all Sarah could focus on at this moment was the stark relief that she felt. Her relationship wasn’t in danger. Her love for you wasn’t in question. She sagged against you, eyes wet with unshed tears, and looked at you with the ghost of a smile threatening to take over.
“You promise?” Sarah asked you quietly, needing the verbal confirmation.
You leaned forward and pressed a soft, sweet, lingering kiss to her lips. “I promise you. I’ll tell you everything. And you can tell me whatever you were saying you had to in your last voicemail. We’re gonna talk, Sarah. This isn’t the end of anything.” The words came out strong and assuring. “You are way more important to me than my own ego. Our relationship is more important to me than any fight we’d ever have. I love you, Sarah. And if I have been reminded of anything in the past few weeks? Life is way too goddamn short to waste time on this when I just want to love you.” You pressed another soft kiss to her lips that she tried to chase you down to continue. You smiled as you pulled away. “We can work it out later on, baby. Okay?”
Sarah nodded. “Okay,” she agreed softly, leaning her forehead against yours.
“For now I just want to be with you. Okay?” you posed.
“Okay,” she agreed, squeezing your hand in hers. Silently, you extended your hand, the dahlias—perfectly preserved due to your carefulness—being offered to Sarah in a silent apology. Sarah sniffled. “What do dahlias mean again?” She knew, of course. Dahlias were your favorite flower. She had them memorized as well as she had you memorized by now. But she just needed to be sure that you really, truly still felt the same way about her.
“Beauty, kindness, love…lifelong commitment…devotion,” you said softly, pressing tiny kisses to her lips between the last three. “And in this case? They’re just a plain old apology from me to you, Sarah Cameron.”
“They’re perfect,” Sarah said, looking down at the perfect blooms in her hand, wiping her tears away.
“No, that’s just you,” you denied. You smiled at her, soft and sweet. “I wanna hang out for a little while before I head back. Get the verbal lashings from Kie and Cleo out of the way. And JJ’s passive aggressiveness. Then…if…if you want…it can be just you and me tonight?” Sarah nodded eagerly and the pair of you started walking back towards your friends who had been watching the both of you without any shame in it. You glanced at them, eyes lingering on the girl you didn’t know. You turned towards Sarah, lowering your voice so only she’d have the possibility of hearing. “Who the hell is that?”
Sarah grinned at you, brightly. “Oh, that? That’s the girl John B’s been going out with,” she said lightly. You looked at her, eyes widening. She nodded, grin turning into a shameless smirk. “Yeah. I know. There’s a lot to catch you up on.”
“Debrief at home?” you asked quietly as you approached your friends.
“Debrief at home,” Sarah echoed in agreement, squeezing your hand, the weight that had been heavy on her heart largely melting away. She looked over at you as you approached, voice no longer quiet. “I love you, peach.”
“I love you too, Sar,” you said, bringing your entwined hands up to your lips so you could kiss her knuckles. You both ignored the catcalling coming from your friends. You rolled your eyes playfully at Sarah at their reaction. She did so back and you smiled slightly.
Yeah, the trouble could wait. At least for the night. Because you were right. All that mattered? You two had each other right here again. The rest of it? You’d figure it out along the way—doing it together. And that was all the both of you could hope for.
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I am going to add Sarah Cameron to my Masterlist, if you would like me to write for any other celebrity or character, whether female or male, just ask for him/her in the question box. <3
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wandering hands
warnings : smut, nsfw (mdni), fingering, praise kink, mention of choking, overstimulation, rough sex, dirty talk, crying kink
pairing : reader x rafe Cameron
words count : 2,4k
context : You're at the restaurant with the Camerons. Basically for Sarah's birthday, but your secret relationship with her big brother Rafe will slightly divert your attention.
a shiver ran up your spine as a hand landed on your thigh, gripping it firmly. You shot a quick glance at Rafe to your left, who didn't seem to be paying attention to you, or at least pretending to be listening to his family’s conversation.
"Tonight is your night dear" declared ward, "I want to raise this toast in your honor, thank you for being here, you know how important family is to me. Thank you also y/n for joining us tonight,”
ward continued, raising his glass. "Thank yo-" you were cut off by the rafe’s hand on your thigh working its way up to your underwear, which made you shudder even more. "it's a pleasure for me to be here tonight" you smile at Ward and Sarah. The guests raised their glasses in honor of your best friend, you do the same, still trying not to pay attention to rafe’s hand which continued to rise to a more dangerous area. You bit your lip as Rafe's fingers touched the fabric of your panties. Your thighs tightened, seeking some friction.
"rafe stop it right now" you whispered to him, trying to remove his hand, however much against your will.
"stop what?" he purred in a low tone, he had intention of teasing you all night. "stop it, not here" you tried in vain to reason with him.
"I don't know what you're talking about sweetheart, you should try to relax" he replied in a playful tone. "Fuck you Cameron" you rolled your eyes back as his fingers started teasing you moving up and down your panties. "Ooh feisty, i like it" he smirks. "let's see how long you can resist," he said, continuing his movements, his thumb finding your clitoris to torture it in circular motions. "oh fuck" you whispered between your teeth, your legs still tightening as you tried to calm down, for fear that the guests would suspect something.
"oh no you're gonna keep them open sweetie" rafe growled in your ear as his other hand spread your legs apart. "keep them like that or I swear I won't make you cum." It was too much for you, you decided to listen to it, your pleasure having become too high to reject it. He had this effect on you that drove you absolutely insane. His touch was a drug you were already addicted to. You just opened your legs like he told you to. "good girl I prefer that" he smiled, it was a cocky and sadistic smile. His fingers repositioned themselves in their favorite places. Working your pussy harder, your breathing became shorter, you would have given anything to be alone at that moment and for him to fuck you like that on this table. But you were trying somehow to stay lucid. This is not the right time or the right place.
"what the?" You were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt Rafe's hand moving your panties to the side and two of his fingers entering you without warning, the cold metal of his ring touching your clitoris. You screamed in your thoughts, your body squirming under his fingers. It had become impossible not to react to this torture. For a second you forgot everything around you and let out a low moan. The guests turned to you, Rose being the first to hear. "y/n is everything okay?" your blood swirled, a shiver of fear washed over you "Yes yes I bit my-" A third finger had been added, moving in and out faster than before, the cold metal torturing your clit. Your cunt tightened against the gusty fingers pumping you as they curled inside you, touching a sensitive area. You bit your gum reflexively to keep yourself from making a sound.
"I.. I bit my tongue, it's nothing" you lied picking up your napkin wiping the little blood you had in your mouth. It hurt but it probably saved your life. "nice lie" Rafe chuckled. "can't wait to see how far you can go" his gaze was dark, hot and hungry. He ran his tongue over his lips. His shoving fingers didn't stop, they kept the same rhythm, his thumb returning to its place, torturing your clit. Your body was no longer yours, you no longer controlled anything. Your eyes stained with tears, your fingers clinging to the tablecloth and your left hand to Rafe's leg, your fingernails trying to dig into the fabric of his pants. You begged him to stop because you couldn't hold anything back. Suddenly he stopped all movement. The feeling of a fucking cold shower, although you had told him to stop, your body was begging him to continue, at this point there was a need. Rafe leaned towards you "if you want more, make up any lie to get you off the table" he teased you. A feeling of frustration invaded you, you had only one thing in mind, him fucking you until you forgot your name. Too bad for Sarah, you're a bad friend. A bad friend who fucks her brother in secret even on her birthday. You bit your gum harder, hurting you really badly. "oh my" you moan in pain, making heads turn in your direction. "sorry.. i'm super clumsy, i just bit my tongue again... i think i'm bleeding quite a bit, i'm going to go to the bathroom..." you stood up abruptly, spilling the glass of spurt wine on him. "oh my god I'm sorry"
Rafe was trying to keep calm in front of your unbelievable acting skills. "fuck watch out, that's expensive," he said, acting annoyed. Ward interrupts you to calm the situation "son it's nothing, go to the bathroom and rinse it all out. We have plenty of them at home. » Rafe nodded and glared at you, before turning and leaving the table. You follow him to the bathroom.
He opened the door for you. As soon as you enter, you find yourself stuck against the cold tiled floor of the room. His body pressed against yours, his hand holding your waist tight, his breath burning in your neck. your heart beat quickens, he leans in and whispers into your ear, the smell of his cologne only making him more attractive
« let's see where we left off" You were going crazy, his touch was melting you, your brain was screaming at you begging him to fuck you but your pride wouldn't stoop so low.
He attacked your neck, kissing it, licking it, biting it, while his free hand moved up your leg to where you needed it most. You were fidgeting with anticipation and desperation "someone's eager" he teased
"fuck off" you replied, he had this knack for being so arrogant. It turned you on as much as it annoyed you. He slaps your cunt. "behave or I'll leave you like that, fucking brat" the slap makes you moaned his name in desperation. "rafe holy fuck" his fingers penetrate you once again without mercy, your hands clinging to his neck and his shoulders, looking for any support to your body which has become far too weak to stand on its own. His lips crashed against yours in a hungry, needy kiss, he kissed you like you were his prey, his hand still on your hip, holding you perfectly against the wall and him. You had no escape. But you didn't want to run away. You wanted it. His hand held your chin to half-open your mouth, his tongue slid into it, kissing you passionately.
After a few seconds he breaks the kiss, his eyes burning with desire. "let’s get you out of that dress"
He pulls your hair, and forces you to turn around so your back is facing him, he begins to slide your dress off your shoulder, but he only gets half way before he stops, his hand is on your waist, his breath is on your neck as he speaks. You let a soft moan when your chest hits the wall. He smiles, and begins to pull your dress off completely, you feel the soft touch of his hand against your back, he pulls the dress completely off, and it drops to the floor "you'll have to beg for it, otherwise I'll fuck you like that against the wall"
"you really are an asshole" you replied with tears in your eyes of frustration. You hated begging him. You felt like it was so degrading. You thought you still had the strength to resist him. "Don't come crying when I fuck you till you can’t stand on your legs anymore babe"
" Make me"
He grabs your neck, bending you over the sink. “I had plans that you would’ve liked but apparently you decided to act like a brat. Too bad for you, I'll treat you like the whore you are"
On his words, two of his fingers forced access to the mouth to moisten them before returning between the legs, penetrating my pussy. "damn you're dripping, such a needy girl for me uh?" he brought his fingers back to my mouth "taste yourself" I licked them off without protest, already knowing I was going to have a hard time. "i want you to look at yourself in that damn mirror, see how I fuck you dumb, got it?" I don't answer at first, with tears in my eyes, both in desperation and shame. he slaps my ass. "you understand? »
“fuck-yes. Yes I understand"
"Good."
You hear his pants zip open and a few seconds later you feel his cock against you, straight and taut. You sigh in anticipation and grind your ass against him.
“don’t tease me or I'll ruin that ass too" At his words he aligns himself and enters you in stride, in a long hoarse rattle, grabbing your hair, undoing your bun. He pounded you relentlessly, one of his hands on your hip, the other in your hair and on your neck, applying enough pressure to make your excitement rise. "can't get enough of that pussy." Taking me so well"
His thrusts were violent, sometimes they hurt, but as strange as it may seem it was not unpleasant, on the contrary, it excited you even more. He fucked you like an animal, filled you like a rabid beast. Like he's pouring out his hate and his anger into you. "fuck-rafe slow down please" you started moaning as you felt your pussy tighten around him.
"You'll take what I give you" he declared in a menacing voice while going faster
"Please I-I can't" you moaned crying, ready to explode, torn between pain and pleasure.
"oh yes you can" he said as he jerked back to him. "told you you should've behave" it once again intrudes into you. You try to wrap your hands around him to hold onto him, but he stops you by placing them above your head. "you said you were allowed to do that?" his voice is husky, he's looking at your body, you can tell he likes what he sees He pulls you in even closer to him, your hair brushes against his tie, you feel the sound of his heavy breathing against you, you can feel the heat from him, you can feel your hips moving against him.
"rafe i-im cl-" He cuts you.
"No you're not. You will hold back until I allow you to cum" You were hot, very hot. Your body was out of control. Your pussy was hot, you felt your whole interior tense up with each thrust. You bit your lips, eyes closed, forcing yourself not to come. Until his hand finds your clit and deliberately touches it, practically causing your body to convulse.
" Aaaah rafe- no no no- stop it- please please stop it" you cried out loud. But he did not stop, He continued his torture. You couldn't hold anything back, you moaned his name without restraint, your fingers stuck in the fabric of his costume, your whole body trembled with spasms, your burning and painful pussy tightening around his cock. Your eyes rolled back and your breathing hitched.
" im not done with you" rafe smirks. His creepy smile turns to an evil, sadistic smile, he leans in and whispers into your ear, his breathe is hot against your neck, you can smell the alcohol and cologne
"you'll give me one more" he bites your ear.
"no no no- i can't.. i-promise I can't rafe." It's-too-too much. Stop-stooo-“
He still didn't listen to you, and suddenly re-penetrated you.
"Aaaahh fuckk-holy-fuck please don't-"
"next time you'll be a good girl" he whispered in you ear "for now you're just gonna take my dick like the dirty slut you are" Your eyes closed, my body was shaking, the feeling was awful but so good at the same time, your clit was burning, making you cry in discomfort, but the bursts of kidneys made you see the stars. After a few seconds, you finally reach your second orgasm. And apparently rafe too.
" im clos-"
" Yeah I know. I feel your pussy clenching around my cock. Ooh fuck you're squeezing me so tight"
" pull out- damn ahh- pull out rafe"
"no I'm going to fill you up with my cum, you’re gonna take every fucking drop so you’ll remember you don’t get to act like a fucking brat"
"wait what?" no no no- i-“ You didn't have time to answer, burst of throws on your lips devouring completely, while he gives a last thrust before cumming in you, you feel his cock deep in your pussy and something hot which fills you. He bites his bottom lip, gasping.
"You're so good. If only others would see how dirty you can be. Fucked by your best friend's brother. You’re such a mess babe.” You try to catch your breath,
"you really are a motherfucker Cameron"
He smiles as he hears the words, he looks satisfied.
"A motherfucker that makes you feel good, am I wrong sweetheart?"
"no.. you’re right" you finally admit. you bite your lip, staring into his ocean eyes
‘fuck you're so hot. makes me wanna mark you so everyone will know who you belong to"
"What's stopping you? you answered with a provocative look
he smirks while looking at your lips "god you're really something you know that?" He kisses you again, but this kiss is different. It surprises you. It’s passionate and soft. He goes down your neck and leaves purplish marks there, and a few bites. When he breaks the kiss you look at him with a questioning look.
"you're mine got it?"
"yes-yes" you said blushing
"just wanted to remind you"
author note : i might have done some grammar mistakes since english isn’t my first language, lemme know if you notice any mistake so I can correct myself.
correction done ✅
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Seven Minutes in Heaven (Day Three)
Sarah Cameron x fem!reader
Warnings: swearing, kissing, Seven Minutes in Heaven, Sarah's boyfriend cheated on her, (past) betrayal and bad blood, JJ being dumb as hell, NOT proofread
WC: .4k
@surftrips this was one of my favorite prompts but i don't think i did it justice!!!
The only light in the closet came from under the door, and it certainly gave Sarah’s glare a menacing undertone as you sat on opposite walls, knees pulled up to your chests.
“It’s gonna be a long-ass seven minutes if you don’t just have hate sex!” JJ yelled from outside the door, cackling with glee.
“Fuck off!” You replied, smiling a bit at your moron of a best friend.
Sarah merely let her head thud against the wall, eyes rolling back in her head as she crossed her arms, letting her legs span the width of the closer.
“Sarah--”
“Shut up, Y/n. I don’t want to talk to you.”
You wrinkled your nose at her words, “Why?”
“Because you’re a backstabbing bitch.”
You scoffed. “Me? A backstabbing bitch. Come on, Sarah.”
“No, Y/n, you come on,” Sarah sat straight up, staring at you with a dangerous intensity. “You betrayed me and you know it. And no amount of bullshit apologies can make us best friends again.”
“Just tell me what I did that made you hate me!”
“You had sex with my boyfriend!” She screamed, balling her hands into fists.
“Kiss and make up,” JJ singsonged from outside the door. Creep.
“Shut the fuck up, JJ!” Sarah yelled, turning her fire on him as she kicked the door open. “I don’t even know why I agreed to play. I hate Seven Minutes in Heaven.” She shot you a glare, and guilt shot through your body. Sarah grabbed her bag from the floor and headed for the door, her long hair swaying with each step she took.
JJ nudged you. “Go after her, dumbass.”
“What? What are you talking about?” You asked, completely at a loss.
“Dude. You want to kiss her and you know it.”
You blushed furiously. “No, I don’t! Why would I want to kiss Sarah Cameron? She’s a bitch!”
“You think I don’t see how you look at her? I’m your best friend, Y/n. You’re completely whipped, dude.”
“JJ!” He shoved you towards the door that Sarah had just slammed shut and you stumbled, his words finally sinking in. I want to kiss Sarah Cameron.
You rushed after her, pushing the door open and leaping off the porch. “Sarah!”
“What do you want?” She asked, continuing on her way.
“Stop, please!”
“Why? I don’t listen to you.” You finally caught up to her and grabbed her arm, twisting her towards you. “Let go of me!”
“No,” You murmured, leaning in slowly, your hand coming up to cup her cheek. You had let go of her arm, and she could leave if she wanted to. That’s what you were expecting. What she did, though, completely caught you off-guard.
Wrapping her arms around you, Sarah smashed her lips against yours, kissing you as if her life depended on it.
When she pulled away, you looked into her eyes, brushing her hair back softly. “I’m sorry.”
“Shut up,” Sarah ordered, pulling you back in.
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This is sooo Rafe
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Two Lines, Two Idiots Chapter One: Knock, Knock. You Knocked Me Up
Series Masterlist
Pairing: Twin Brother JJ! x Maybank! Reader, rafe Cameron! x maybank!reader (all over 18)
TW:unplanned pregnancy, angst, violence, drugs, I think thats it
Summary: You should have listened better in health class.
Word Count:1.4k
A/N: New series alert! Love that for me
There are a lot of worst-case scenarios that you're prepared for. It comes with the territory of being a Maybank. You tend to overthink and plan for things to go sideways. But this? This is nowhere close to being on that list.
Not only are you staring down at two pink lines, but the father is quite possibly the last person on the planet you thought you would do this with. Perhaps he should be the first person you think about, but the only man on your mind is JJ.
He's going to be livid; it's bad enough his twin sister is knocked up. Who you got knocked up by is flat-out traitorous. He doesn't even know you've been seeing somebody, which is hurtful in its own right.
You excused your secret by convincing yourself there's nothing to tell; it's nothing serious. A friends with benefits situation, nothing more. At least it was.
Now, you don't know what it's going to be. You know for certain he's not ready to have a kid, and most definitely not with you.
You toss the test in the trash and wipe your eyes, deciding it's best to keep this to yourself until you know what you want to do. You aren't sure how far along you are, but if you had to guess you'd say about eight weeks.
Usually, you're careful, but one night in the Twinkie you threw caution to the wind, and now you're paying the price.
You rejoin JJ, Sarah, and Kie by the hot tub, scrunching up your nose at the pungent scent of marijuana. You figure you probably shouldn't be around it anymore, but you can't really come out and say that. Instead, you try to keep your distance and breathe in as much fresh air as possible.
Pope and John B are off doing something for Heyward and you're glad. JJ knows you well, but being your brother clouds his sight sometimes. John B on the other hand is your best friend and would know something is up immediately.
You politely refuse when your brother tries to hand you the joint and he frowns.
"Since when do you refuse getting high?"
You momentarily panic before smoothing out your features and recovering.
"Just don't feel well."
It's a lame excuse and JJ rolls his eyes.
"Well, weed will help. Here."
He pushes it toward you again and you lurch back, nearly tumbling off the edge of the tub in the process.
"What are you pregnant or something? Just take a hit so he'll leave you alone."
Kie laughs as she says it, but falls silent when she notices the way your eyes widen slightly. So much for keeping it a secret.
Sarah seems to notice as well, shock covering her features as her eyes dart to your stomach.
"Wait.."
Your mouth gapes as you try to come up with a lie, but your mind goes blank and you know there's no way out of this.
Based on JJ's lack of reaction, you know he wasn't listening and you silently plead with the girls not to push it. They're too far gone, their minds hazy and reeling at the newfound information.
"Y/N, are you pregnant?"
This seems to catch your brother's attention, and his head whips to look at you.
His eyebrows furrow as he mistakes your panicked expression for one of confusion and he turns to face the girls.
"Come on, Sarah. Give her some credit. My sister is stupid but she isn't dumb. Right, sis?"
He's looking at you again, and you can't help the tears that burn your waterline.
"I-um.."
You watch as realization washes over him, his high dissipating as the secret is revealed.
"Oh my god. By who?!"
He's one octave below yelling, and you shush him harshly.
"He doesn't know yet, okay? Just don't tell anyone, especially John B."
They all share a look at your request, the wheels turning as they all come to the same conclusion. John B is the father.
JJ wants to press for more information, but the tears slipping down your cheeks stop him in his tracks. He pulls you into him, whispering sweet reassurances in your ear as he thinks about how he's going to beat the shit out of his best friend.
In a sick joke from the universe, you hear the Twinkie pull up and aggressively dry your face. John B is laughing as he approaches, but his expression falls when he sees your swollen eyes.
"What's going on?"
His voice is laced with genuine concern, and it makes your stomach turn. You feel terrible keeping this from him, you're just not ready to face it yet.
He ignores the way Sarah and Kie avoid eye contact, and does his best not to ask what the fuck JJ's problem is as he stares daggers at the side of his face. His attention is solely on you, a gentle hand coming up to cup your cheek.
"What's wrong, sunshine?"
You almost wince at the sweet nickname he reserves just for you, and despite your efforts to cover it up, he notices anyway. Hurt flashes in his eyes and he drops his hand, unsure what the sudden change in attitude is.
You've never once shied away from him, and he wracks his brain trying to figure out what he did wrong. He doesn't get the chance, watching as you stand abruptly and head inside.
You stop suddenly and turn to face him.
"Can I borrow the Twinkie?"
He hands you the keys without hesitation, deciding it's best not to push his luck with questions. They all watch as you stalk off toward the van, and as soon as you're out of sight, JJ's hand is ripping him backward.
He barely registers the violent movement before a fist is colliding with his cheek. He stumbles back and stares at JJ in shock.
"What the fuck was that for?!"
JJ is about to swing again when Kie pulls him back.
"J, don't."
John B is rubbing his face, still recovering from the blow, as his wild eyes dart between his three friends.
"What the fuck is going on?!"
This only seems to anger JJ more and he lunges forward, barely restrained by Sarah and Kie.
"My sister? Really, John B?"
His voice cracks from the sheer volume of his scream and John B takes a step back.
"What about her?"
He's genuinely never been more lost than he is at this moment. Between your tears and JJ's rage, he's clueless.
"You got her fucking pregnant!"
John B's face contorts as he processes the statement and Sarah shoves JJ back.
"JJ! That's not your place to tell him!"
John B runs a hand through his hair, only half the information sinking in.
"Sunshine is pregnant?"
JJ growls and takes a step forward, Pope now assisting in holding him back.
"Don't fucking call her that."
It takes a minute for him to catch up, but when he does, John B scowls.
"Wait, did you say I got her pregnant?"
JJ laughs humorlessly, unamused by his friend's act of innocence.
"Yeah, dickhead."
John B takes a step forward with his hands out, and JJ falters at the honesty in his friend's eyes.
"JJ, man listen to me. I swear on my life, I have never even looked at her that way, let alone slept with her. She's like a sister. So unless she's the virgin Mary, it's not mine."
Everyone looks at each other as JJ goes lax, and they loosen their hold.
"Then who's the father? If two plus two is four, and four plus four is eight, then what the fuck is this? The math isn't mathing."
Meanwhile, you're sweating bullets as your heart pounds in your chest. You weren't planning on doing this so soon, but with JJ knowing, it won't be long until he figures it out.
You take a deep breath, doing your best not to puke as you turn into the long driveway. You pray no one else is home; the last thing you need is more people's opinions right now.
Your legs tremble beneath you as they carry you to the front door and you take a deep breath as you knock twice. Your knees are seconds from giving out when the door swings open to reveal those blue eyes and that cocky smirk.
"Back for more?"
His face drops when he sees the state you're in, and he ushers you inside.
"What's wrong? Did someone hurt you? I'll kill them."
You cut off his rambling with a featherlight grip on his forearm and he turns to face you.
"No one hurt me, Rafe. Can we talk?"
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