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junekicks · 1 year

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thinking of if the pogues were a band, what role do you think they’d have within the band or what would they play? ily soph <3

lia, baby! hi, honey! i love you!

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ok, so i love this ask and i feel like they could be like a modern day daisy jones and the six? like they aren’t famous - famous yet. they’re just playing gigs at boneyard parties or for like weddings or even maybe gigs at the country club. it’s small things that build up as time passes.

i feel like the band starts with john b and jj, obviously. like it’s something they use to talk about as kids and would do silly performances with air guitars for big john, when he was still around.

but as they got older, maybe john b got into music in high school? i think it would definitely be “his band”. he’d be the main guitarist, writing songs at first. i feel like he could sing somewhat good, as well.

jj is on drums, no doubt about it. he’s good at it too. i feel like when jj finds something he knows he might be good at, he’ll really put the work in. plus i think being on drums is kind of like a relief of emotions for him. he plays with passion and aggression, depending what the songs are. the people love it.

the two boys definitely rope pope in. they have too. they’re a trio. i also feel like pope is good with his fingers. lol. he’d be the bass guitarist. he’d help out with a lot of the writing too, his brains and all that.

kiara is on the piano. it suits her, to me at least. keyboardist and vocalist. she just gets into it and really mellows the boys down when it’s needed.

the four of them are good together, but they all seem to know something is missing.

john b meets sarah at a gig at the country club. she loves their music and the way they play. the two hit it off, because sarah’s a sweetheart. pope thinks she could be good for him (and the band, eventually). jj doesn’t really care, he just doesn’t want john b distracted—if it comes down to it. kiara obviously isn’t on good terms with sarah, because of what happened with them during school.

sarah comes around a lot after that. she’ll be there when john b is coming up with lyric ideas. and when he’s figuring it out on the guitar, she’ll over look his lyrics and hum them how she thinks they’d go. she helps him out with a few songs. it’s sweet.

a few months into them actually being together, he realizes she can sing—and good. he’s out on the porch with jj, they’re smoking and working on something new. they’re staring down at lyrics that don’t seem to be clicking when they hear it. jj hears it first, john b too in tune with the crinkled papers of messy words.

sarah has a beautiful voice and she’s the final puzzle piece to the band. (her and kie are good!)

they start to make it bigger when sarah comes in. her name definitely helps out. and her father’s money.

and when they do make it big, i think it gets crazy from there. you know how jj is with drinking and stuff, he’s definitely into drugs and hooking up with one too many girls. they all love him, he’s like the “sex appeal”. he loves it. sarah and john b are perfect (no cheating here, lord). kie’s with this really shy and cute timid girl they met at a gig a few months ago—she’s been traveling with them ever since. she helps with photography and promotion for the band. as for pope, he’s definitely more reserved. he drinks a beer or two here and there, stays way from drugs, and makes sure everyone is at sound check when they need to be. girls definitely like him, he’s good and cute and in a band, hello? he’s definitely hooked up with a few, but nothing ever sticks and he doesn’t go crazy like jj does.

(you don’t have to read this if you aren’t for jjpope)

and maybe this is me being me, but i feel like pope is waiting for jj. like it eventually happens at some point. there’s a lot of tension between the two and teasing. no one ever comments on it. (there’s a few questions about it in interviews or from fans. pope never knows how to react, but jj always has it covered.) sarah definitely talks to pope about it, like when he’s freaking about jj and everything—he goes to sarah. (pope and sarah definitely have an amazing bond.)

jj eventually stops being blind. it’s him and pope. people love it. it’s sweet and feels right.

anywho! i definitely got too in depth with this? maybe? who knows. but, god, i loved this ask and it was very fun to envision them as a band <3

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lovekenney · 6 months

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Girls like girls

#kiara #kiara carrera #kiara Carrera outer banks #outer banks #obx #sarah #sarah cameron #sarah cameron outer banks #lesbians

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chaostudee · 2 years

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ jealous | sarah cameron

pairing : sarah cameron x female reader summary : "they're so pretty it hurts, i'm not talking about boys i'm talking about girls.

you always knew she was pretty. the kind of the pretty that made you pause and stare awhile.

growing up you couldn't fully comprehend the reasoning as to why someone like her would associate herself with you. to this day you are still unsure.

sarah had been by your side through everything. she had held your hand when your grandmother died. she had held your hair up when you got drunk. she had cried with you when you realised your mum wasn't going to get better. she gave your hand a squeeze whenever she sensed that you were nervous.

you were there for sarah aswell. she cries in your arms when she told you that her brother had killed peterkin. and you had held her and stroked her hair. with no question about it.

things got better for sarah and eventually rafe owned up for his actions alomg with ward. the residents of outerbanks were more than glad to be rid of the two camerons and although sarah felt the same, to some extent she still loved them.

rose, wheezie and sarah still remained at chapel hill but as of late sarah had been spending alot of time with john b.

you really should've seen it coming. the flirting, the late night phone calls, sneaking out and cancelling plans. at first you brushed it off. sarah had dated numerous guys in the past but with how her relationship with topper ended she had confided in you that she was so done with boys.

yet here you were, sitting out on the porch of the chateau waiting for sarah. you knew right well that she was inside but you didn't want to walk in on her and john b mking out. or so you told yourself.

"hey". with a slam the door shuts and pope sits down next to you.

you smile at him. "hey". there is a silence.

"you looking for sarah?" he asks. you nod.

"you know she is inside right?".

you look off into the far distance at the sun bobbing on the tip of the swamp.

"i know".

pope clicks his teeth and blows out a breath of air before he speaks.

"you like her" he states.

you look at him in confusion. "of course i like her, she's my best friend".

pope chuckles and shakes his head. "you're so stupid it's adorable".

"you like, like her".

this time you don't reply. he wasn't wrong. you couldn't say that you wouldn't deny the invitation of her kissing you. and you definetly didn't mind looking at her. now that you had thought about it you wanted nothing more than to call her yours.

you blush a crimson red and pope smiles at you, not a mocking smile but an accepting one.

"you should tell her".

this time you raise your eyebrows. could he possibly think that telling her your true feelings could blossom into something?

"i think it wouldn't matter considering she has a boyfriend and she is straight".

pope looks in the window only to find sarah sat on the couch beside john b who seemed deep in conversation with her but her attention was elsewhere.

"if u say so y/n, if you say so".

it had been a couple of days since you had seen sarah. a couple of days that you would have preferred to have spent in your company.

you had put it down to john b once again. you were really starting to not like that guy.

checking your watch once again you realised she was late, again.

you let out a sigh as you pulled your knees to your chest and buriec your feet in the sand.

it was the early hours of the morning and it had always been a tradition of yours to watch the sunrise. sarah came sometimes but she had never been much of a morning person.

but it looked like she had sacrificed her sleep for now. you knew it was her. you knew that smile anywhere. hell that smile was so contagious you couldn't help but smile and wave back at her.

"hi" she says once she lowers herself down beside you.

"hi" you reply. there is a silence and the two of you can't help but laugh about how you managed to stay quiet when there was so much to say.

"i-"

"you-"

you both chuckle again.

"you first" sarah says extending a hand.

you nod and lower your head before looking up at your best friend.

"you look pretty".

sarah smiles and brushes a strand of her hair from her eyeline.

"shut up" she says clearly thinking that you are messing with her.

"you always look pretty" you confess not taking your eyes from hers. although your heart is hammering in your chest and every ounce of you is begging for you to get up and leave you remain where you are.

"you think so?" she asks, this time her voice softer.

you shake your head. this girl was doing things to your heart.

"shut up".

before she can reply you take her hand in your own. just like she had once done. but this time it was different.

you bring her hand to your chest. "you hear that? that's the effect you have on me".

you release your grasp from her hand expecting her to move her hand, she doesn't. instead she glides it up your chest, to your kneck and then your cheek.

all the while she doesn't take her eyes off your lips. with her other hand she places it on your other cheek and pulls you closer. now you could feel her warm breath on your lips. at this point you were sure your heart had stopped but it started again when she spoke.

"this is the effect you have on me".

her lips were warm like her breath and soft like her voice. although your eyes were closed you could tell that she looked beautiful. she always looked beautiful. but having her lips on yours was another kind of beautiful.

#sarah cameron #lesbian #obx x reader #obx #madelyn cline #lgbtqplus #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks imagine #outer banks fic

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fvnalgirlcomplex · 1 year

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the day (toxic) jiaras realize most jjpope shippers biggest issue with jj and kiara happening isn’t even jj and pope NOT happening is the day i can die happy.

it makes no sense for many reasons and jjpope also makes no sense (still more sense then jiara) so don’t try using that against me. anyways. all of s1 we saw their friendship and how they were all so loyal to each other and how they wouldn’t hurt each other. but now that’s all gonna get ruined with jiara. pope was IN LOVE with kiara for over a year and then got his heartbroken by her and then was stuck on an island with her. i doubt he would be over her quickly after that. even after the cast said the writers were willing to listen which clearly wasn’t true when you look at how different jj and popes friendship is in s1 vs s2 so it’s not surprising they’re willing to throw friendships away for romantic relationships when imo that’s the fun part of the show. just a group of friends hunting treasure and going through it.

THIS WOULDVE BEEN THE PERFECT OPPORTUNITY FOR LESBIAN REP!!! there’s multiple scenes where someone mentions how perfect pope was and yet kiara still feels NOTHING for him!!! why?? bc. she’s. a. lesbian. and we all know netflix has an issue with lesbians so to see a LEAD role be LESBIAN and a WOC!!! missed opportunity.

also the whole pope and cleo thing is just lazy writing. cleo shouldn’t even be staying with the pogues?? she has her own group in the bahamas so why would she just leave them behind?? that’s her family??

and don’t give me that. “not every character needs to be gay” IM ASKING FOR ONE CHARACTER!!! LESBIAN KIARA WOULD BE PERFECT!!! how do you fumble that bad.

#NETFLIX PLEASE #lesbian #kiara carrera #pope heyward #jj maybank #outer banks #rudy pankow #madison bailey #jonathan davis #madelyn cline #chase stokes #sarah cameron #john booker routledge

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mossfilms · 2 years

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#kiarah: girlfriends.

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cloveswifey · 1 year

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Hey there! I'm excited to say that I'm finally feeling confident enough to start writing smut…which is why I'm here today!

I'm happy to write for any characters on my main masters list, regardless of gender.

Remember, there's no need to feel embarrassed about submitting any requests as the anonymous button is always an option.

Please take care of yourself and don't forget to request - remember that you are loved!

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bada-bing-bada-boom-pow · 1 year

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tell me your jjpope/sarahkie headcajons please🙁🙁

#please please please please please please please plead please ple #im bored and tired #and there isn’t enough content from either of the ships to sustain me😞😞#jjpope #sarahkie #pope heyward #jj maybank #kierra carrera #sarah cameron #obx #gay jj #bi pope #lesbian kie #bi sarah

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midnightsvinyl · 2 years

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dating sarah cameron moodboard

#lesbian #dating #moodboard #outer banks #obx #sarah cameron #lgbt pride #maddie cline

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noirgl0w · 2 months

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Rafe Cameron having a good relationship with your father.

For as long as your father could remember, he had had a friend: Ward Cameron. They had both grown up in the same area of the Cut, they had done everything together, They had gone to school together, in the summer they hooked up with girls who were friends so they could continue hanging out together, They skipped classes together, they were pogues, they lived like pogues and your father never thought that could change.

But his friend was greedy, Ward asked your father for help to form a company at the time, but he didn't want to, your father was a conformist, he always had been and he preferred the life of a pogue, working as a mechanic earning a pittance and being able to enjoy the carefree life.

This was a sentiment Ward did not share, and it caused the two to grow apart. Your father watched as Ward began to treat the pogues who had once been his friends badly: everyone except him. But your father was a loyal guy, and he didn't want anything to do with kooks with a superiority complex, so he cut off his friendship with Ward, Even so, he went to Tannyhill from time to time to work, he fixed Ward's yacht or car engine because Ward paid him good money, and he and you needed it.

But your father and Big John were good friends, so you grew up totally estranged from Ward Cameron, or his family, totally unaware of the fact that Ward and your father had once been friends.

John B was always your first and best friend, your brother, and after that came the rest of the pogues.

Your father always hoped that you would take down one of the pogues, not John B, because that would be strange since he was like your brother, but I do hope that one day you would introduce him to JJ or Pope as your boyfriends. Once he even asked you if you were a lesbian because he saw how you spent too much time with Kiara.

Speaking of Kiara, her kook year came around, and she introduced you to Sarah Cameron, before the two of you fell out you became very good friends.

At Sarah's birthday party, while you were waiting for Kiara to arrive (she never did) you ran into a boy with baby blue eyes who introduced himself as Rafe, Sarah's brother.

And believe me, you tried to get away from him once Sarah and Kiara argued, because Sarah was still your friend, and you knew the things she said about him, Rafe couldn't be a good person at all.

But he managed to fall in love with you, and you two started dating after Kiara and Sarah became friends again and left you aside, the big bad Rafe taking care of you and taking you for a tour of the island club, the place you swore you would never go.

Everyone could see how he was different with you, how his gaze softened every time he saw you, every time you gave him a shell that you had found on the beach and that had reminded you of him, every time you held his hand or you kissed him on the cheek when people were around because you're too embarrassed to kiss him on the lips.

Your father almost fainted when he found out you were dating Ward's son, because there was no way Rafe was a good influence on you.

And being one was not, he often took drugs, got drunk or got into fights in front of you, but every time you hinted at wanting to do something like that his answer was a resounding no.

When you introduced Rafe to your father, at a bonfire that your father's group of pogue friends had organized and where most of the partygoers from Kildare were present, he tried to do everything he could to make your dad like him, and surprisingly it worked.

A couple of conversations about how Rafe worked at Ward's company were enough for Rafe to discover that your father didn't like his, so he changed strategy.

Talking to your father was like talking to Kelce or Topper, only he was more blunt and a little more foul-mouthed. They spent the entire day talking about engines, the last national surfing competition, the next beach party. So much that you even got jealous that your dad and Rafey got along so well, because you also wanted attention from both of them :(

So now, every time Rafe comes home you have to drag him to your bedroom, because once your father and him start talking there's no one to stop them and you had to sit on the couch petting your dog because the two of them were talking about 'boy things' that you don't even care about!

You never meant to say that, but you're definitely jealous of your father.

#obx #outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe imagine #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #rafe x reader #drew starkey #god i need him

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writingreadinglurkingandsmirking · 10 months

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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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