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UNEXPECTED TURNS - PART 7

TVD X OBX FANFICTION

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The air felt heavy in Mystic Falls, the weight of its secrets pressing down on y/n as she walked through the quiet streets. She had made the decision to leave—booked her flight back to Kildare—but something about the town still clung to her. The moments with Damon, the unsettling truth about Elena, the unknowns swirling around Stefan… she couldn’t shake the feeling that she hadn’t quite finished her business in this strange, dangerous town.

The following morning, y/n dragged herself out of bed. Her mind was too full of everything that had happened since arriving to sleep properly. She made her way downstairs to find Elena already sitting at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of coffee. Jenna was standing by the counter, arranging groceries, and Jeremy was rummaging through the fridge, looking for something to eat.

“Morning,” y/n muttered as she entered, trying to keep the edge of uncertainty out of her voice.

Elena looked up, offering a small smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. There was a silent tension between them—one y/n couldn’t quite place, but it was there, hanging in the air.

“Morning,” Elena replied softly, her eyes flickering to y/n before she quickly turned back to her coffee.

Jenna, always the energetic one, looked up and greeted her with a smile. “Good to see you up. I was starting to think you’d become a permanent resident in your room.”

“Not yet,” y/n replied dryly. She tried not to let her thoughts linger on the phone call she had with Rafe the night before, on how much she missed him and the simplicity of the Outer Banks.

She grabbed a mug and poured herself some coffee, trying to ignore the feeling of being so out of place in this house, this town.

“How was your night?” Jenna asked, her tone light, oblivious to the growing distance between y/n and the rest of the group.

“Same as usual,” y/n answered. “Just thinking.”

Elena shifted in her seat, visibly tense. “About what?”

“Just… stuff,” y/n said, her voice unsteady. She was still trying to process everything—about the vampires, about Elena’s involvement in all of this, and how none of it seemed like something her sister should be dealing with. “How’s everything going with Stefan?”

The question hung in the air. Elena’s gaze faltered, and she looked away, her fingers tracing the rim of her coffee cup.

“Good,” Elena said finally, but her tone was evasive.

Y/n didn’t believe her for a second, but before she could press, Jeremy chimed in from the fridge.

“You’ve been quiet lately,” he observed, raising an eyebrow as he closed the fridge door. “Everything alright?”

Y/n froze. Was Jeremy getting suspicious? Did he know something?

“Yeah,” she said quickly. “Just, you know. Thinking. I’m actually planning to head back to the Outer Banks soon.”

Elena’s head snapped up at that, her eyes wide with surprise. “What? Why?”

“I think it’s time,” y/n said softly, avoiding her gaze. “Mystic Falls… it’s been a lot to take in. And I think I need to figure things out. I can’t stay here forever.”

“Yeah, but… you just got back,” Elena said, her tone laced with disappointment. “You can’t leave now. Not with everything happening.”

“I’m not sure I can handle everything happening,” y/n said, her voice barely above a whisper. “You should’ve told me what you were dealing with, Elena.”

Jenna, still unaware of the true nature of Elena’s life, looked between the two of them. “What do you mean? What’s going on?”

“I’m sure Elena will fill you in, eventually,” y/n said, standing abruptly. “But for now, I need some space. I’m going for a walk.”

She grabbed her jacket and left the house before anyone could say anything else.

Later that afternoon, y/n wandered into the Mystic Grill, hoping to get a little peace and quiet. The town seemed to move at a slower pace, but there was always an undercurrent of tension, and y/n could feel it in the pit of her stomach.

She sat at a booth, nursing a glass of iced tea, trying to distract herself from the weight of her thoughts. That’s when she noticed him.

Damon Salvatore. He was sitting at the bar, talking to the bartender, his face as unreadable as ever. His dark hair was perfectly styled, and the usual sharp glint in his eyes was as intense as ever.

Y/n hesitated, her instincts telling her to avoid him. But there was something about the way he carried himself, the mysterious aura that clung to him. Part of her wanted to understand him, or at least get a glimpse of the man behind the cool façade.

Damon noticed her before she had a chance to look away. His lips quirked into that ever-present smirk as he slid off the barstool and made his way over to her booth.

“Back again, Gilbert?” he teased, sitting across from her without asking.

“Do you ever ask permission before you sit down?” y/n said with a raised eyebrow, trying to match his smugness with her own.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Damon leaned in slightly, his voice lowering. “Besides, you might need someone to keep you company while you navigate the mess of Mystic Falls.”

“Do I?” y/n asked, her voice dry.

Damon leaned back, his smile turning a little more serious. “You seem like the type of person who likes to pretend things don’t bother them. But I can see right through that.”

Y/n felt her stomach tighten. “What are you, a mind reader now?”

“Not exactly. Just… perceptive,” Damon said with a shrug. “And I’m guessing you’ve noticed that the town is a little… different. The Salvatores are not exactly normal, and neither are a lot of other people in this town. But I suppose that’s not a surprise to you, is it?”

Y/n remained silent for a moment, then met his gaze. “No, it’s not. But I don’t think you’re telling me the full story either, Damon.”

Damon’s expression hardened for a split second, but he quickly masked it. “Maybe not. But I’m not here to unload all my problems onto you, Gilbert. Maybe I’ll let you figure them out for yourself.”

“You seem to be doing a good job of causing more problems than fixing them,” y/n shot back.

Damon’s smirk deepened, but there was a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. “And you seem to be caught right in the middle of them.”

As the evening wore on, y/n excused herself from the Grill. She wasn’t in the mood for more cryptic conversations with Damon, and she needed to clear her head before making any rash decisions.

She stepped outside and found a quiet corner to call Rafe. She dialed his number, the familiar sound of the ringtone somehow comforting.

“Y/n,” Rafe answered, his voice warm. “You miss me already?”

“I need to hear your voice,” y/n said, leaning back against the brick wall of the Grill. “Things are… complicated here.”

“I can tell,” Rafe said, his tone growing more serious. “How are you holding up?”

“Honestly?” y/n exhaled. “I’m confused. There’s so much happening here, Rafe. So many secrets I don’t know how to process. And then there’s you. I just keep thinking about you, about us.”

Rafe was quiet for a moment. “Y/n… I’m here for you, okay? If you need to come home, I’ll be here. No questions asked.”

The sincerity in his voice was enough to bring tears to y/n’s eyes. She had missed him more than she had realized.

“I’ll figure it out,” she said softly, looking up at the night sky. “I just… I don’t know what to do next.”

But even as she said that, her thoughts kept drifting back to the Outer Banks, to the familiar faces of the Pogues. To JJ. He hadn’t spoken to her since she left, and y/n couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt. Was he mad at her? Did he not want to know her anymore? She missed their easy friendship, his sarcastic humor and the way he always seemed to know how to make her laugh. But now, it seemed like that connection had slipped through her fingers.

The next day, y/n sat in her room, staring at the screen of her laptop. The flight back to Kildare was scheduled, but part of her hesitated. She missed her old life, but everything here felt so unresolved, like there were too many pieces of the puzzle she hadn’t yet uncovered.

She could hear Elena and Jeremy moving around downstairs, but y/n knew she needed space.

She clicked on the flight confirmation, ready to make the decision that would take her far away from Mystic Falls. But before she could press the button, her phone buzzed again.

It was a message from JJ.

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raspberryslxt · 7 months ago

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UNEXPECTED TURNS - PART 6

TVD X OBX FANFICTION

jj maybank x gilbert!reader x rafe cameron

Y/n woke up the next morning feeling like her head was filled with static. The revelations from the previous day hung heavy in her mind. Vampires, Elena being adopted, Stefan’s cryptic demeanor—it was too much to take in. For the first time since she arrived in Mystic Falls, she felt like she couldn’t breathe.

She needed a break. A distraction. Something that didn’t involve supernatural drama or family secrets.

That afternoon, y/n texted Tyler and Matt, asking if they wanted to meet up. It had been too long since she’d spent time with them, and she missed the simplicity of just hanging out with friends.

At the Mystic Grill, Tyler was the first to arrive, sliding into the booth across from y/n with his usual confident smirk.

“Well, look who finally decided to grace us with her presence,” Tyler teased.

“Shut up, Tyler,” y/n said with a small laugh. “I’ve been dealing with a lot. It’s nice to see a familiar face, though.”

Matt arrived shortly after, his smile warm as he greeted her. “Y/n! It’s good to have you back. You’ve been, like, a ghost around here.”

“Yeah, well, Mystic Falls has been… complicated,” y/n admitted, stirring her drink with her straw.

Tyler leaned back, raising an eyebrow. “Complicated? Try living here full-time. What’s going on with you?”

Y/n hesitated, unsure how much to say. “It’s just… family stuff. You know how it is.”

“Don’t remind me,” Tyler muttered, glancing out the window.

Matt gave her a concerned look. “If you ever want to talk about it, we’re here. But you don’t have to if it’s too much.”

Y/n smiled, grateful for his understanding. “Thanks. Honestly, I’d rather talk about something else. Like what’s been happening in the Outer Banks.”

“Outer Banks?” Tyler asked, intrigued.

“It’s where I’ve been staying. I made some… interesting friends out there,” y/n said, her mind immediately drifting to JJ and Rafe.

“Interesting, huh?” Matt said with a grin. “Tell us more.”

Y/n leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. “There’s this guy, JJ. He’s wild, reckless, but he’s got this heart of gold. He’s one of those people you just can’t help but root for.”

Tyler smirked. “Sounds like trouble.”

“Oh, he is,” y/n admitted with a small laugh. “But then there’s Rafe. He’s… complicated. Charming, but he’s got this dark side that’s hard to ignore.”

Matt frowned. “You sure about this Rafe guy?”

“I don’t know,” y/n admitted, looking down at her drink. “He’s hard to figure out, but there’s something about him that pulls me in.”

“You’ve got your hands full,” Tyler said with a chuckle.

“Tell me about it,” y/n muttered.

After Matt and Tyler left , Y/N decided to stay a little bit longer at the Grill. She wasn’t particularly hungry, but the idea of sitting at home and brooding over her problems didn’t appeal to her either.

She sat at the bar, nursing a soda and people-watching, when someone slid onto the stool next to her.

“Well, if it isn’t the other Gilbert sister,” a familiar voice drawled.

Y/n turned to see Damon, his trademark smirk firmly in place. “What do you want, Damon?”

“Relax,” he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Can’t a guy enjoy a drink without being accused of having ulterior motives?”

“Not when that guy is you,” y/n shot back, raising an eyebrow.

Damon laughed, a low, amused sound. “Touché.”

For a moment, they sat in silence, the noise of the Grill filling the space between them.

“You’re not like Elena,” Damon said suddenly, his tone more serious than before.

“Wow. Thanks for the revelation,” y/n said dryly.

“No, I mean it,” Damon continued, turning to face her. “Elena’s all… selfless and noble. You’ve got an edge to you. It’s refreshing.”

Y/n studied him, trying to decide if he was being sincere or just trying to get under her skin. “And you’re an ass,” she said finally, though there was no heat in her voice.

Damon grinned. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

As they talked, y/n couldn’t shake the feeling that Damon was holding back. He was arrogant, sure, but there was something deeper beneath the surface—something he wasn’t sharing.

Later that night, as y/n lay in bed, her phone buzzed. She smiled when she saw Rafe’s name on the screen.

“Hey,” she said, answering the call.

“Hey yourself,” Rafe replied, his voice warm. “How’s Mystic Falls treating you?”

“Let’s just say it’s been… eventful,” y/n said with a sigh.

“Yeah? What’s going on?”

“Family drama. Secrets. The usual,” y/n said vaguely. She wasn’t ready to explain everything to him just yet.

“Well, if it gets too bad, you know where to find me,” Rafe said, his tone softening.

Y/n smiled, her heart tugging at his words. “Thanks, Rafe. I might take you up on that.”

“Good. We miss you down here,” he said.

“I miss you too,” y/n admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

After hanging up with Rafe, y/n’s mind wandered to the mysterious man she’d met at the airport. His presence lingered in her memory. There was something magnetic about him, something that made her feel both intrigued and uneasy.

Who was he, really? And why couldn’t she shake the feeling that their meeting wasn’t a coincidence?

The days that followed y/n’s arrival in Mystic Falls were anything but peaceful. Each moment seemed to pull her deeper into the town’s dark, supernatural underbelly. It was like stepping into a waking nightmare, one filled with secrets, danger, and centuries-old grudges.

Y/n had gone to the Salvatore house, hoping for answers. She had more questions than ever—about Elena, about Stefan, about the supernatural—and though she still struggled to believe what she’d been told, she couldn’t ignore what she’d seen with her own eyes.

When she arrived, she found Damon pacing the living room, a drink in his hand. His movements were sharp and irritated, like a caged predator.

“Damon?” y/n ventured cautiously.

He turned, his face lighting up in mock surprise. “Well, if it isn’t my favorite little Gilbert sister. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I have questions,” y/n said, crossing her arms. “And you’re going to answer them.”

Damon smirked, raising his glass. “I like the confidence. Unfortunately, you’re a little late—I’m busy saving the world.”

“What are you talking about?”

He sighed dramatically, throwing himself onto the couch. “Let me guess—Elena didn’t tell you about the tomb vampires.”

“Tomb vampires?” y/n repeated, her stomach tightening.

“Yep,” Damon said, popping the “p.” “A whole bunch of bloodsuckers locked away beneath the church, thanks to a witchy spell from 1864. And now, because Elena’s big heart can’t leave well enough alone, we’re trying to open it and save one of them.”

“Wait, why would Elena want to save a vampire?” y/n asked, confused.

“Because she’s Elena,” Damon said with a shrug. “Always thinking with her heart instead of her head.” He leaned forward, his expression hardening. “And when this all goes sideways, which it will, she’s going to need people to clean up the mess. That’s where I come in.”

Y/n stared at him, her mind racing. The idea of vampires locked away for over a century was horrifying enough, but the thought of them being unleashed was worse.

Later that evening, y/n sat in the Salvatore living room as Stefan, Elena, and Damon discussed their plan.

“So, let me get this straight,” y/n said, rubbing her temples. “You’re going to break a spell to release a bunch of vampires, hoping you can just grab one of them and close it again before the others get out?”

“Basically,” Damon said, pouring himself another drink.

“Do you have any idea how insane that sounds?” y/n asked, looking at Elena.

“It’s not ideal,” Elena admitted, her expression conflicted. “But we don’t have a choice. We have to save Katherine.”

“Katherine?” y/n asked, frowning.

Damon leaned against the mantle, a bitter smile on his lips. “Stefan’s ex. My ex. The love of our lives. And the reason for all this mess.”

Y/n looked at Stefan, who avoided her gaze, his jaw tight. “This is about a girl? Are you serious?”

“It’s more than that,” Stefan said quietly.

Y/n threw her hands up. “Of course it is.”

The plan fell apart almost immediately. Y/n had insisted on staying at the house, but after hours of pacing and worrying, she found herself driving toward the old church ruins. She couldn’t just sit by while her sister risked her life.

When she arrived, the scene was chaos.

The tomb’s door had been opened, and Damon was standing guard at the entrance, his face dark with frustration.

“Y/n, what the hell are you doing here?” he snapped, grabbing her arm as she approached.

“I couldn’t just stay home,” she said, pulling free. “Where’s Elena?”

“In there, with Stefan,” Damon said through gritted teeth.

Y/n peered into the darkness of the tomb, her heart racing. “Is she okay?”

“Define okay,” Damon said. “She’s risking her life for a vampire who doesn’t give a damn about her. But yeah, she’s alive. For now.”

Before y/n could respond, a figure emerged from the tomb—a pale, gaunt vampire with wild eyes. Damon moved like lightning, snapping the vampire’s neck before it could take another step.

“Go home, y/n,” Damon said, his voice low and dangerous.

Y/n ignored him, her eyes fixed on the tomb’s entrance. “I’m not leaving without Elena.”

When Stefan and Elena finally emerged, they looked exhausted. The tomb was sealed once again, but not before several vampires had escaped.

Y/n drove Elena home in silence, her mind racing. She couldn’t believe how close they had all come to disaster, and the worst part was knowing this wasn’t over.

One night, after another tense family dinner filled with half-truths and guarded looks, y/n sat down with her laptop. Her finger hovered over the “Book Now” button for a flight to Kildare.

She thought about Elena and the chaos of Mystic Falls. She thought about JJ and Rafe, about Ward’s warnings, and about the man from the airport.

Finally, she clicked the button.

It was time to go back to the Outer Banks.

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raspberryslxt · 7 months ago

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UNEXPECTED TURNS - PART 5

TVD X OBX FANFICTION

jj maybank x gilbert!reader x rafe cameron

The drive to Mystic Falls was heavy with anticipation, but the moment y/n arrived, she felt an unexpected pang of emptiness. The Gilbert house was quiet, its comforting warmth replaced by a strange stillness. She dropped her duffel bag by the door and called out, “Elena? Jenna?”

Jenna appeared in the kitchen doorway, wiping her hands on a dish towel, her face lighting up. “Y/n! You’re here!”

Y/n smiled, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. “Yeah, I’m here. Where’s Elena?”

Jenna frowned, glancing at her watch. “She said she had something to do, but she’d be back soon. Come on, sit down. You must be exhausted.”

In the kitchen, Jenna poured y/n a cup of coffee and sat across from her at the table.

“So,” Jenna began, leaning her chin on her hand, “how’s life in the Outer Banks? I’m guessing it’s very different from here.”

Y/n hesitated, stirring her coffee absentmindedly. “It’s… complicated. I’ve made some good friends, but I don’t know. It’s hard to explain.”

Jenna gave her a knowing look. “Complicated usually means there’s a guy involved.”

Y/n laughed softly, though the mention of JJ and Rafe sent her mind spinning. She thought about JJ’s carefree smile, the way he could make her laugh even when she felt like crying. And then there was Rafe—the quiet intensity in his eyes that always left her off balance.

“There might be,” y/n admitted, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks. “But it’s not just that. Ward—he said some things before I left. Things that made it seem like… like I was walking into something dangerous by coming back here.”

Jenna frowned, her brow furrowing in concern. “Dangerous? What kind of things?”

Y/n shrugged, her fingers tightening around her mug. “I don’t know. He was cryptic, but it stuck with me.”

Jenna reached across the table, squeezing y/n’s hand. “Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out together. You’re not alone.”

After unpacking a few essentials and taking a quick shower, y/n decided to go out and look for Elena. It didn’t take long for her to piece together where Stefan lived; Mystic Falls was a small town, and people loved to gossip.

The Salvatore boarding house loomed in front of her like something out of a gothic novel. Y/n hesitated at the door, unsure whether to knock or just turn around. Before she could decide, the door opened, and a tall, dark-haired man stood there, looking as surprised as she felt.

“You must be y/n,” he said, a polite smile softening his sharp features.

“And you must be Stefan,” y/n replied, trying to keep the curiosity out of her voice.

Stefan stepped aside, motioning for her to come in. “Elena told me you were coming. She’s not here right now, but you’re welcome to wait.”

The interior of the house was as grand and mysterious as the exterior. Y/n glanced around, taking in the antique furniture and faint smell of aged wood.

“Nice place,” she said, sitting on the edge of a leather armchair.

“Thanks,” Stefan said, sitting across from her. “How are you settling back into Mystic Falls?”

Y/n shrugged, her fingers tracing the seam of the chair. “It’s… different. A lot quieter than the Outer Banks. But I guess that’s not a bad thing.”

Stefan nodded, studying her intently. “Elena talks about you a lot. She really missed you.”

Y/n smiled faintly. “I missed her too. That’s why I came back. She said she needed me, but… I feel like there’s more to it than she’s letting on.”

Stefan’s expression flickered, but he quickly masked it. “Elena’s been through a lot. She’s just glad you’re here now.”

They fell into an easy conversation, y/n asking about Mystic Falls and Stefan steering the topic to lighter subjects. Still, she couldn’t shake the sense that there was something he wasn’t telling her. Stefan was kind, charming even, but there was a guardedness in his eyes, a depth of secrets that made her stomach twist with unease.

“So, do you and Elena hang out here often?” y/n asked, glancing around the room again.

“Sometimes,” Stefan replied with a small smile. “It’s quiet here. Good for thinking.”

Y/n smirked, leaning back in her chair. “Quiet is overrated. You should try the Outer Banks. It’s chaotic in the best way. There’s always something going on—bonfires, surfing, boat rides…”

“That does sound nice,” Stefan admitted, his smile growing. “But I’m not much of a beach person.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow. “You live in Mystic Falls, and you’re not a beach person? What’s next, you hate sunshine and puppies too?”

Stefan chuckled softly, shaking his head. “I like sunshine and puppies just fine, I promise.”

Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of the front door opening. Y/n turned to see Elena walking in, her face pale and drawn, with Damon following close behind.

“Y/n?” Elena froze in the doorway, clearly startled to see her sister.

Y/n stood, her arms crossed. “Where the hell have you been? I’ve been back all day, and you didn’t even bother to be home.”

“I can explain,” Elena said quickly, her eyes darting to Stefan.

“Go ahead. I’m all ears,” y/n snapped, her frustration bubbling over.

Elena hesitated, glancing at Damon, who was smirking as if he found the whole situation amusing.

“Y/n, it’s complicated,” Elena began.

“Complicated how?” y/n shot back. “You begged me to come back, told me you needed me, and now you’re acting like—”

“I was trying to protect you!” Elena blurted out.

Y/n stared at her, stunned into silence. “Protect me? From what?”

Elena looked helplessly at Stefan, who stepped forward. “Y/n, there’s something you need to know. About Mystic Falls. About us.”

“Us?” y/n repeated, her voice shaking.

“Elena, don’t sugarcoat it,” Damon interjected, his tone dripping with mockery. “She’ll figure it out soon enough.”

“Damon, don’t,” Stefan warned, but y/n was already stepping back, her heart pounding.

“What the hell is going on?” y/n demanded.

Elena took a deep breath. “Y/n, Stefan is… he’s not exactly what he seems.”

“Okay, cryptic much?” y/n said, her voice rising. “Just tell me already!”

Stefan and Elena exchanged a look, and it was Damon who finally spoke.

“He’s a vampire,” Damon said bluntly, his smirk widening as if he enjoyed the shock on y/n’s face.

Y/n blinked, then let out a sharp laugh. “Right. Sure. And what are you, a werewolf?”

“Close, but no,” Damon said with a wink.

“Y/n, he’s telling the truth,” Elena said, her voice trembling.

Y/n stared at her sister, searching her face for any sign of a joke. But Elena looked dead serious.

“This is insane,” y/n muttered, grabbing her bag. “You’ve all lost your minds.”

“Y/n, wait,” Stefan said, moving to block her path.

“Don’t,” y/n warned, her voice icy.

Elena reached for her arm. “Please, just listen—”

“I don’t have to listen to anything,” y/n snapped, pulling away. “I’m leaving.”

But before she could make it to the door, Damon was suddenly in front of her, his movements so fast she barely registered them.

“Sorry, kiddo,” he said, his eyes narrowing as he focused on hers. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Y/n felt a strange pressure in her head, as if her thoughts were being pulled in a direction she couldn’t control.

“Sit down,” Damon commanded, his voice low and hypnotic.

For a moment, y/n’s body stiffened as if it wanted to obey, but then the pressure vanished, and she blinked, her mind clear.

“What the hell was that?” she demanded, shoving past him.

Damon’s smirk faded, replaced by genuine surprise. He turned to Stefan and Elena. “It didn’t work.”

“What didn’t work?” y/n demanded, her eyes darting between them.

“Compulsion,” Stefan said, his voice quiet but tinged with wonder.

“Compulsion?” y/n repeated, her voice rising in disbelief. “You were trying to brainwash me?”

Damon crossed his arms, looking intrigued. “Apparently, you’re immune. That’s new.”

“Great. Fantastic. Add that to the list of insane things I’ve learned tonight,” y/n snapped, backing toward the door.

“Y/n, please,” Elena pleaded. “Just stay. Let us explain everything.”

“Explain what?” y/n yelled, her voice cracking. “That my sister’s dating a vampire? That people can apparently hypnotize others? Do you even hear yourselves?”

“Y/n,” Stefan said gently, “I know this is a lot to take in, but we’re not the bad guys. I promise you.”

Y/n shook her head, tears stinging her eyes. “I came back because I thought you needed me, Elena. But I don’t even know who you are anymore.”

She turned and fled the house, ignoring Elena’s desperate calls behind her.

As y/n walked aimlessly through Mystic Falls, her thoughts raced. Everything she’d learned felt like a dream—no, a nightmare. But even as she tried to make sense of it, a nagging thought crept in.

Why didn’t Damon’s compulsion work on her?

And what else didn’t she know about herself?

Her phone buzzed, snapping her out of her thoughts. It was Jeremy.

“Hey,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

“Y/n, are you okay? Elena told me you were back,” Jeremy said, his voice warm but concerned.

“Yeah,” y/n lied. “I’m fine. Just… trying to figure some things out.”

“Call me if you need anything, okay? And be back home soon, it’s dark outside already.” Jeremy said.

“I will,” y/n promised, her chest tightening.

As the call ended, she sat down on a bench, staring up at the sky. Her mind wandered back to JJ, to Rafe, to the life she’d left behind. And for the first time since returning to Mystic Falls, she wondered if coming back had been a mistake.

Back at the house, y/n paced her room, her fingers trembling as she scrolled through her phone. The overwhelming events of the night swirled in her mind: vampires, compulsion, Stefan, Damon, Elena… the chaos of it all. There was one person she could call who might give her a straight answer.

Ward.

She hesitated, her thumb hovering over his contact. Was this too much? Too insane? But deep down, she knew Ward always seemed to know more than he let on. Steeling herself, she pressed call and listened as the phone rang.

“Y/n,” Ward answered smoothly after the second ring. “Is everything alright? You’re calling late.”

“I need to ask you something,” y/n said, her voice sharper than she intended.

“Of course,” he replied, his tone calm but cautious. “What’s on your mind?”

Y/n took a breath, bracing herself. “Did you know? About Mystic Falls, about… vampires?”

There was a long silence on the other end of the line, and y/n’s stomach dropped.

“Y/n,” Ward began carefully, his voice lowering. “Who told you about this?”

“So, you did know,” she said bitterly, gripping the phone tighter. “You knew this whole time, and you didn’t think to warn me?”

“It’s not that simple,” Ward said, his tone shifting, as if he were trying to soothe her. “There are things about Mystic Falls—about the Gilbert family—that are complicated. I didn’t want to overwhelm you.”

Y/n sat down on her bed, her mind reeling. “Complicated how? What else haven’t you told me?”

Ward sighed, his hesitation more damning than any answer. “Y/n, there’s a lot about your family that even you don’t know. I thought it was better that way.”

“What are you talking about?” she demanded, her voice rising. “What don’t I know?”

“You’re upset,” Ward said, his tone firm now. “This isn’t the right time—”

“Tell me!”

Ward’s voice dropped, almost as if he didn’t realize he was speaking out loud. “I assumed you knew by now… about Elena. That she’s adopted.”

Y/n froze, her breath catching in her throat. “What?”

“I—” Ward faltered, realizing his slip. “Y/n, I thought she would have told you. This… this isn’t how you were supposed to find out.”

Y/n felt as though the room was spinning. “She’s adopted? How do you even know that? Ward, what else are you keeping from me?”

“Y/n, listen to me,” Ward said urgently. “There’s more at play here than you understand. But you need to talk to Elena about this, not me. I—”

“No,” y/n interrupted, her voice shaking. “You’ve kept enough from me. I’m done.”

She hung up, tossing her phone onto the bed as tears stung her eyes. Her mind was a storm of confusion and betrayal.

Adopted? Vampires? Compulsion?

It was too much. Everything felt like it was falling apart, and the one person she thought she could trust outside of Mystic Falls had only made it worse.

Ward’s words echoed in her mind: “There’s more at play here than you understand.”

But what was the truth, and how much more was being hidden from her?

Y/n stormed out of her room, her emotions bubbling over like a pot left to boil too long. She barely registered the sound of her footsteps pounding against the floor as she made her way to Elena’s room.

“Elena!” y/n shouted, throwing the door open.

Elena was sitting on her bed, her head in her hands, but she looked up at the sound of her name.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” she asked, her face pale.

“Don’t act clueless!” y/n snapped, her voice trembling with anger. “You didn’t think it was important to tell me that you’re adopted?”

Elena’s face froze in shock, her lips parting as she tried to form a response. “How—how did you find out?”

“Ward,” y/n spat, pacing the room now. “He let it slip during a phone call. And you—” She turned to glare at her sister. “You didn’t think I deserved to know the truth?”

“I just found out!” Elena said, her voice rising.

Y/n stopped in her tracks, staring at her. “What do you mean you just found out?”

“Stefan told me,” Elena admitted, standing up from the bed. “After you left the Salvatore house. He told me everything—about me being adopted, about why he came to Mystic Falls in the first place.”

Y/n shook her head, disbelief written all over her face. “And you didn’t think maybe that was something you should call me about? You begged me to come back here, Elena! You said you needed me, and you’re still keeping me in the dark about everything!”

“I didn’t want to drag you into this,” Elena said, tears welling in her eyes. “It’s too much, y/n. I can barely handle it myself.”

Y/n let out a bitter laugh. “Too much? You don’t think it’s already too much? Vampires, adoption—what’s next, Elena? What else are you hiding from me?”

“I’m not hiding anything else!” Elena shouted, her voice breaking. “I swear, I’m telling you everything as I figure it out myself.”

Y/n stared at her sister, her chest heaving as she tried to process everything. Elena’s face was filled with anguish, and for a moment, y/n’s anger softened.

“You should’ve told me,” y/n said quietly, her voice trembling. “You should’ve trusted me.”

Elena reached out, placing a hand on her arm. “I do trust you, y/n. I promise I’ll tell you everything from now on. But right now, we need to figure this out together. Please.”

Y/n sighed, pulling away from Elena’s touch. “I just need some time to think.”

She turned and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her, her mind spinning with questions. What else didn’t she know? And how much more could she take before everything fell apart?

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UNEXPECTED TURNS - PART 4

TVD X OBX FANFICTION

jj maybank x gilbert!reader x rafe cameron

slight klaus mikaelson x gilbert!reader

Y/n stared at the blinking cursor on her phone screen, her half-typed message to Elena mocking her indecision.

“I’m coming home.”

The words sat there, waiting for her to hit send.

For the past few days, the pull to Mystic Falls had grown stronger with every conversation with Elena. Her sister had danced around the details, but y/n could feel the tension in her voice. Something was wrong—something Elena was either too afraid or too unsure to explain.

Still, leaving Outer Banks wasn’t just a decision; it was a severing of ties she wasn’t ready to make.

She glanced around her room in the Cameron house, the space that had slowly begun to feel like hers. Photos of her parents sat on the bedside table, mingled with new memories—Sarah’s hair ties, a sketch Pope had made of the Pogues, and a seashell JJ had tossed at her during one of their beach trips.

Her heart twisted painfully as she finally sent the message:

“I’ll be there soon.”

Y/n grabbed her duffel bag from the closet, her hands trembling as she began throwing clothes and belongings into it. Her mind buzzed with half-formed thoughts: how would Sarah take the news? What about JJ? And then there was Rafe.

A knock on the door startled her, and she turned to see Ward standing in the doorway. His calm demeanor only made her stomach churn with guilt.

“You’re leaving,” he said, not a question, but a statement.

“Yeah,” she said, her voice wavering as she zipped the duffel halfway.

Ward stepped further into the room, his expression unreadable. “Elena called, didn’t she?”

Y/n nodded, avoiding his gaze.

“Y/n,” Ward said, his tone soft but firm, “I know things with your sister are complicated, but this isn’t the right time to leave. You’ve just started to find your footing here.”

“I know,” she said, brushing past him to grab a stack of books from the desk. “But she needs me. And I can’t just ignore that.”

Ward sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t think you understand what you’re walking away from. This life, this opportunity… it’s not something you can just come back to when you’ve changed your mind.”

Y/n turned to face him, the duffel dangling from her hand. “Ward, I’m grateful for everything you’ve done for me. Really. But this is my family.”

“This is your family now,” Ward said, his voice rising slightly. “Your parents trusted me to take care of you. To keep you safe. I’m trying to do that, but you’re making it impossible.”

“Safe from what?” y/n shot back, her frustration boiling over. “You act like I’m some fragile thing that can’t handle herself. I’ve been through more than you realize, and I’m still standing. I think I can handle going back home.”

Ward’s jaw tightened. “You don’t understand what’s out there.”

Y/n’s breath hitched at the intensity in his tone. For a moment, it felt like he was talking about more than Mystic Falls or her past.

“What aren’t you telling me?” she asked, stepping closer.

Ward shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. If you walk out that door, I can’t protect you anymore.”

“I never asked you to protect me,” y/n said, her voice steady now. “I appreciate everything, but this isn’t your call to make. It’s mine.”

Ward stared at her for a long moment, his expression a mix of anger and something else—fear. Finally, he stepped aside, his shoulders sagging in defeat.

“Do what you have to do,” he said quietly.

Y/n swallowed hard, her throat tight as she hoisted the duffel onto her shoulder.

The sun was beginning to set by the time y/n reached the Chateau, the orange glow casting long shadows across the yard. The Pogues were lounging on the porch, their laughter carrying through the air.

JJ was the first to notice her, his smile fading as he took in the duffel bag slung over her shoulder.

“What’s going on?” he asked, standing up.

Y/n hesitated, her gaze flicking between him, John B, Pope, and Kiara. “I’m leaving.”

The words hung in the air, met with stunned silence.

“Leaving?” Pope echoed, frowning.

“Back to Mystic Falls,” y/n explained, her voice barely above a whisper. “Elena needs me.”

JJ’s jaw tightened, his blue eyes narrowing. “What about us? About everything we’ve been doing?”

“This isn’t about you,” y/n said, stepping closer to him. “This is about my sister. She’s family.”

“We’re family,” JJ shot back, his voice cracking slightly.

Y/n’s chest ached at the rawness in his tone. “I know. And you have no idea how hard this is for me. But I can’t ignore this. Elena wouldn’t call me unless it was serious.”

Kiara stepped forward, her expression softening. “We get it, y/n. You have to do what you have to do.”

John B nodded reluctantly. “Just don’t forget where we are, okay? You’ll always have a place here.”

Y/n smiled faintly, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. “Thank you.”

Finally, she turned to JJ, who was staring at the ground, his hands shoved into his pockets.

“JJ,” she said softly, reaching out to touch his arm.

He pulled away, his voice bitter. “Just go.”

Y/n’s heart shattered, but she knew better than to push him. With one last glance at the Pogues, she turned and walked away, the sound of JJ’s angry footsteps retreating behind her.

Back at the Cameron estate, y/n paused at the edge of the driveway, her duffel bag slung over one shoulder. Sarah stood by the front steps, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.

“I don’t want you to go,” Sarah said, her voice trembling.

“I don’t want to go either,” y/n admitted. “But I have to.”

Sarah nodded, blinking back tears. “Just… promise me you’ll call. And come back, okay? You belong here.”

Y/n hugged her tightly, the weight of her decision settling heavily in her chest.

As she climbed into the cab waiting at the curb, she glanced up at the house one last time. Rafe was standing in the upstairs window, his silhouette barely visible through the curtain. Their eyes met for a fleeting moment, and y/n thought she saw something in his expression—a flicker of something raw and unguarded.

Then the cab pulled away, and the Cameron estate disappeared from view.

As the cab drove toward the ferry terminal, y/n stared out at the darkening horizon, her thoughts racing. She’d made her choice, but the uncertainty of what awaited her in Mystic Falls gnawed at her.

Her phone buzzed in her lap, and she glanced down to see a message from Elena.

“Thank you for coming. I’ll explain everything when you get here. Be safe.”

Y/n clenched her jaw, her resolve hardening. Whatever was waiting for her in Mystic Falls, she would face it. For Elena, for her parents, and for herself.

But as the ferry loomed in the distance, she couldn’t shake the feeling that her departure from the Outer Banks was more than just a temporary goodbye—it was the beginning of a much larger reckoning.

The bustling airport was a blur of movement and noise as y/n dragged her duffel bag through the terminal. She’d barely slept the night before, her thoughts tangled between the life she was leaving behind in the Outer Banks and the unknown that awaited her in Mystic Falls.

Elena’s cryptic phone call still echoed in her mind. Her sister sounded scared, but there was something else—a quiet urgency that y/n couldn’t ignore.

The automated voice over the loudspeaker announced her flight’s gate number, and she adjusted the strap of her bag, heading toward Gate 7. She found a seat near the window, dropping her bag beside her and leaning back with a sigh.

As she watched planes taxiing on the runway, a sense of unease crept over her. There was something about leaving the Outer Banks that felt too final, like she was stepping into a story she wasn’t ready for.

Lost in thought, y/n didn’t notice the man walking by until he accidentally brushed against her.

“Sorry,” she said quickly, glancing up.

The man turned, and for a moment, y/n forgot how to breathe.

He was tall and strikingly handsome, with sharp cheekbones and piercing blue eyes that seemed to hold a thousand secrets. His blonde hair was tousled in a way that looked effortless but intentional, and his tailored jacket suggested he was no stranger to luxury.

“No need to apologize,” he said, his voice smooth and accented. British? No—something older, more refined.

She blinked, realizing she was staring. “Uh, yeah. Right. Sorry.”

He offered her a small, enigmatic smile. “Traveling alone?”

Y/n hesitated. “Yeah. You?”

“Always,” he said, his tone light but tinged with something darker.

The man’s gaze flicked to the boarding pass clutched in her hand. “Mystic Falls,” he read, his lips curving into a faint smile. “Interesting destination.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow. “You know it?”

“Let’s just say I’ve heard stories,” he replied cryptically.

A twinge of curiosity stirred in y/n. “What about you? Where are you headed?”

He held up his own boarding pass, which bore the same destination. “It seems we’re fellow travelers.”

Y/n tilted her head, intrigued despite herself. “Small world.”

“Indeed,” he said, his smile deepening. “Allow me to introduce myself. Niklaus. But most people call me Klaus.”

“Y/n,” she said, shaking his outstretched hand. His grip was firm, his skin cool against hers.

Klaus’s eyes lingered on her for a moment, as if he were trying to decipher something. “You don’t seem like the Mystic Falls type.”

She laughed softly. “What does that even mean?”

“Oh, nothing,” Klaus said with a smirk. “Just that it’s a… peculiar little town.”

Before y/n could press further, the loudspeaker announced that her flight would begin boarding soon.

As they waited, Klaus took the seat beside her, leaning back with a casual elegance that seemed at odds with the chaos of the airport around them.

“So,” he began, turning to her. “What takes you to Mystic Falls?”

Y/n hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. “Family. My sister needs me.”

Klaus nodded thoughtfully. “Ah, family. A noble cause. Though it can be a double-edged sword, don’t you think?”

She frowned, caught off guard by the comment. “How so?”

“Family can be both a blessing and a curse,” Klaus said, his voice low and measured. “They demand loyalty, yet often hold secrets of their own. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Y/n felt a shiver run down her spine. There was something about Klaus—something magnetic and unnerving all at once.

“I guess,” she said cautiously. “What about you? Why Mystic Falls?”

Klaus’s smile faltered for a fraction of a second before he recovered. “Let’s just say I’m following a lead.”

“A lead?”

“On something I’ve been searching for,” he said vaguely.

“Sounds mysterious,” y/n said, narrowing her eyes.

Klaus chuckled, the sound rich and smooth. “I suppose it does. But I find that life is far more interesting when it’s shrouded in a little mystery, don’t you?”

Y/n couldn’t help but smile. “I guess you have a point.”

The boarding announcement interrupted their conversation, and y/n gathered her bag, falling into line with the other passengers. Klaus followed behind her, his presence a steady hum in the background.

As they stepped onto the plane, y/n glanced over her shoulder. Klaus caught her eye and gave her a small, knowing smile, as if they were sharing some unspoken secret.

Her seat was a few rows ahead of his, and as she settled in, she couldn’t shake the feeling that their meeting wasn’t a coincidence.

Who was Klaus, really? And what was he looking for in Mystic Falls?

As the plane taxied down the runway and the world outside blurred into motion, y/n couldn’t help but feel that she was hurtling toward something far bigger than herself—something she wasn’t sure she was ready for.

Hours later, as the plane began its descent, Klaus passed by her seat, pausing just long enough to lean down and murmur, “Safe travels, y/n. I have a feeling we’ll be seeing each other again.”

And with that, he was gone, disappearing into the crowd of disembarking passengers.

Y/n watched him go, her heart pounding as questions swirled in her mind.

Mystic Falls was waiting, and with it, the secrets that would change everything.

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UNEXPECTED TURNS - PART 3

OBX X TVD FANFICTION

jj maybank x gilbert!reader x rafe cameron

The Outer Banks was full of secrets, and y/n could feel them pressing in on her from every direction. The Pogues had their treasure hunt, Rafe had his demons, and now even Elena seemed to be caught up in something back in Mystic Falls.

Y/n had thought coming to the OBX would be an escape, a chance to leave behind the pain of losing her parents and the suffocating weight of everything she’d been through. But here, the lines between right and wrong, trust and betrayal, were just as blurry—if not more so.

It was just past noon when y/n arrived at the Chateau, her bike skidding to a halt in the sandy driveway. She could hear the sound of raised voices before she even reached the porch, the Pogues clearly in the middle of another heated discussion.

“Are you guys always this dramatic?” she asked, stepping inside and letting the screen door slam behind her.

JJ was the first to look up, his signature grin spreading across his face. “There she is! Our honorary Pogue, here to save the day.”

“Save the day from what, exactly?” y/n asked, raising an eyebrow as she joined them around the table.

John B gestured to a crumpled piece of paper in the center. “We’ve got another lead on the Royal Merchant.”

“And by ‘lead,’ he means another half-baked idea that’s probably gonna get us all arrested,” Pope said, crossing his arms.

“Have a little faith, man,” JJ said, slapping Pope on the back before turning to y/n. “So, what do you say? You in?”

Y/n glanced at the map, then at the eager faces around her. She’d only known the Pogues for a short time, but their passion and loyalty were infectious.

“Of course I’m in,” she said, a smile tugging at her lips.

“Atta girl,” JJ said, slinging an arm around her shoulders. His touch lingered just a second too long, enough to send a jolt of electricity down her spine.

John B quickly outlined the plan, detailing how they’d need to sneak onto some private property to investigate a potential clue. Y/n couldn’t help but notice the way JJ kept glancing at her, his teasing remarks softer than usual, as if he was testing the waters.

“Y/n, you good with playing lookout?” John B asked.

“Sure,” she said, though she could feel JJ’s eyes on her again.

“I’ll keep her company,” JJ offered, flashing a grin that made her stomach flip.

Kiara rolled her eyes. “Of course you will.”

A few hours later, the Pogues and y/n found themselves crouched behind a row of bushes, the sprawling estate they needed to search looming ahead.

“Remind me why we always have to break the law for these plans?” y/n whispered, glancing nervously at the security cameras mounted along the fence.

“Because breaking the law is way more fun than following it,” JJ whispered back, his breath warm against her ear.

Y/n shot him a look, but she couldn’t help the smile that crept onto her face.

The group split up, John B, Pope, and Kiara heading toward the main house while JJ and y/n stayed near the gate.

“So, what’s the story with you and the Camerons?” JJ asked after a few minutes of silence.

Y/n frowned, caught off guard by the question. “What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean,” JJ said.

Y/n hesitated, unsure how to explain. “Ward offered to take me in after my parents died. He and my dad were friends.”

“Oh. You never told us your parents passed away, i’m sorry” JJ said.

”I don’t like speaking about my emotions”

„What about Rafe” JJ asked.

“What about him?” y/n asked, though her cheeks flushed at the mention of his name.

JJ smirked, leaning closer. “Don’t play dumb, y/n. I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”

Y/n opened her mouth to protest, but before she could respond, the sound of footsteps made them both freeze.

“Shit,” JJ muttered, grabbing her hand and pulling her behind a tree just as a security guard rounded the corner.

Y/n’s heart pounded in her chest as they crouched together, JJ’s arm brushing against hers. When the guard finally moved on, she let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

“You okay?” JJ asked, his voice unusually soft.

“Yeah,” y/n said, her pulse still racing. “Thanks.”

JJ grinned, his blue eyes sparkling. “Anytime, princess.”

That evening, y/n returned to the Cameron estate, her head still spinning from the day’s events. She was just about to head upstairs when Rafe appeared in the hallway, his expression unreadable.

“Where’ve you been?” he asked, his tone casual but his eyes sharp.

“Out,” y/n replied, brushing past him.

Rafe grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks. “Out where?”

“Why do you care?” she shot back, pulling her arm free.

Rafe stared at her for a long moment, his jaw tightening. “You don’t belong with them, y/n. They’re not like us.”

“Us?” y/n repeated, her voice tinged with disbelief. “Rafe, in case you haven’t noticed, I don’t exactly fit into your perfect little Kook world.”

Rafe stepped closer, his gaze intense. “Maybe not. But that doesn’t mean you should be hanging out with Pogues.”

“Why do you even care?” y/n asked, her voice quieter now.

For a moment, Rafe didn’t answer. Then, he reached up, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Because I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

Y/n’s breath caught, her heart pounding as his fingers lingered against her cheek.

“Rafe…” she began, but before she could finish, he pulled away, his expression hardening.

“Just… think about what I said,” he muttered before walking away.

The next morning, y/n was sitting on the back porch, sipping her coffee and watching the waves, when Ward joined her.

“Mind if I sit?” he asked, gesturing to the chair beside her.

“Sure,” y/n said, though she felt a pang of unease.

Ward settled into the chair, his gaze thoughtful. “I’ve noticed you’ve been spending a lot of time with John B and his friends.”

Y/n tensed, unsure where this was going. “Yeah. They’re nice.”

“They’re also trouble,” Ward said, his tone firm. “And I’d hate to see you get caught up in something dangerous.”

“I can take care of myself,” y/n said, her voice sharper than she intended.

Ward nodded slowly, his expression unreadable. “I know you can. But you’ve been through a lot, y/n. And I just want to make sure you’re not… losing your way.”

Y/n frowned, unsure how to respond.

That night, as y/n lay in bed, her phone buzzed.

“Elena?” she answered, sitting up.

“Y/n,” Elena said, her voice shaky.

“What’s wrong?” y/n asked, her stomach twisting with worry.

“I need you to come back,” Elena said, her words rushed. “Something’s… happened. I can’t explain it over the phone, but I need you here.”

“Elena, what’s going on?” y/n asked, her heart racing.

“Please,” Elena said, her voice breaking. “Just come home.”

Y/n hesitated, torn between the world she was starting to build in the Outer Banks and the life she’d left behind in Mystic Falls.

“I’ll think about it,” she said finally.

“Don’t think too long,” Elena replied before hanging up, leaving y/n alone with her thoughts and the weight of her sister’s words.

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UNEXPECTED TURNS - PART 2

TVD X OBX FANFICTION

jj maybank x gilbert!reader x rafe cameron

The Outer Banks had its own rhythm, one that y/n was still trying to settle into. The days stretched endlessly under the blazing sun, while the nights buzzed with laughter, music, and a quiet kind of chaos she didn’t yet understand. It was a far cry from Mystic Falls, where life had been defined by routine and familiarity. Here, everything felt unsteady, like the sand beneath her feet during high tide—beautiful, but constantly shifting.

When she first arrived at the Camerons’ estate, she hadn’t been sure what to expect. The sprawling house sat on a pristine patch of beachfront property, every inch of it radiating the kind of wealth and polish she’d never been comfortable around. The Camerons themselves weren’t much different. Ward was polite, almost overly so, always eager to remind her of how close he’d been to her father. Rose was distant, her warmth reserved for appearances.

Sarah had been a saving grace, her easy smiles and spontaneous energy pulling y/n out of her shell. But even with Sarah, there was a part of y/n that felt like a visitor, someone who didn’t quite belong in this world of yachts, garden parties, and trust funds.

And then there was Rafe.

From the moment she’d arrived, Rafe had been an enigma. He could switch from charming to cutting in the blink of an eye, his words often laced with sarcasm or subtle barbs. But there were moments, fleeting as they were, when y/n thought she saw something deeper—a vulnerability he kept buried under layers of bravado.

She’d been at the Camerons’ for a couple of weeks now, and though she’d adjusted to the routines of their household, she still found herself feeling like an outsider. The loss of her parents hung over her like a shadow, and while she appreciated Ward’s generosity, it was hard to shake the feeling that she was simply another obligation for him to manage.

It didn’t help that Rafe seemed determined to remind her of how out of place she was.

The day began like any other, with the sun streaming through her window far earlier than she would’ve liked. Y/n rolled over, groaning as she reached for her phone. A quick glance at the time told her she was already behind schedule.

Throwing on a casual sundress, she made her way downstairs, the smell of coffee pulling her toward the kitchen.

Rafe was there, leaning casually against the counter with his usual air of confidence. His tousled hair and the way his T-shirt clung to his chest made him look annoyingly effortless, as if he hadn’t just rolled out of bed.

Y/n hesitated for a fraction of a second before stepping into the room. She wasn’t in the mood for another one of Rafe’s lectures, but retreating wasn’t her style either.

“Morning,” Rafe said, his voice low and smooth. He didn’t look up from his coffee at first, but when he did, his gaze lingered a moment longer than necessary.

“Morning,” y/n replied, heading to the fridge to grab some juice.

She felt his eyes on her as she poured herself a glass, the silence between them stretching just long enough to make her heart skip.

“So,” Rafe said, breaking the quiet. “What’s on the agenda for today? Off to hang out with your little Pogue friends again?”

Y/n rolled her eyes, but there was a faint smile tugging at her lips. “Not that it’s any of your business, but yeah, I am.”

Rafe smirked, setting his coffee mug down. “Figures. You’re getting pretty comfortable with them, huh?”

“Why do you care?” y/n shot back, turning to face him.

Rafe shrugged, his smirk softening into something unreadable. “I don’t. Just don’t want to see you get in over your head, that’s all.”

His tone was casual, but there was an edge to his words, as if he wasn’t telling her the whole story.

“I can handle myself, Rafe,” y/n said, meeting his gaze.

“I’m sure you can,” Rafe replied, stepping closer. He was only a few feet away now, close enough that y/n could see the faint stubble on his jaw and the way his blue eyes softened ever so slightly when they locked onto hers.

For a moment, the air between them shifted. The tension wasn’t just combative anymore—it was something heavier, something that made y/n’s breath catch in her throat.

“You don’t get it,” Rafe said, his voice quieter now. “They’re not like us. They’ll drag you down, y/n. And when they do…”

“Let me guess,” y/n interrupted, trying to break the spell. “You’ll be there to say, ‘I told you so?’”

Rafe’s smirk returned, but this time it was faint, almost reluctant. “Maybe.”

Y/n shook her head, brushing past him to set her glass in the sink. As she did, Rafe leaned against the counter behind her, his proximity sending a jolt of awareness through her.

“Just be careful,” he murmured.

Y/n turned, meeting his gaze once more. “Why do I get the feeling you’re more worried about me being with them than them being with me?”

For the first time, Rafe didn’t have a quick comeback. Instead, his eyes flickered down to her lips for the briefest of moments before he stepped back, grabbing his phone and coffee.

“Do whatever you want,” he said, his voice back to its usual sharpness. “Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

And with that, he was gone, leaving y/n standing alone in the kitchen, her heart pounding harder than she wanted to admit.

By the time y/n arrived at the Chateau, the tension from her argument with Rafe had mostly faded, but the lingering frustration still sat heavy in her chest. Her steps quickened as the wooden porch of John B’s weathered home came into view. The Pogues’ unofficial headquarters looked like it had seen better days, with its peeling paint and mismatched furniture scattered haphazardly around the yard. But to y/n, it was perfect—a stark contrast to the pristine, soulless beauty of the Cameron household.

Laughter rang out from the porch, instantly lifting her mood. John B was hunched over a map spread out on the floorboards, Pope sat beside him taking notes, and Kiara was reclining on an old beach chair, tossing a tennis ball to J.J., who was half-heartedly attempting to catch it with a lacrosse stick.

“Look who decided to show up!” J.J. called out, grinning as he finally swatted the ball back at Kiara—missing entirely and sending it rolling toward y/n instead.

She bent to pick it up, tossing it back to him with a raised brow. “Not exactly pro material, huh?”

“Hey, I don’t have to be good,” J.J. replied, spinning the lacrosse stick dramatically. “I just have to look good doing it.”

“That’s debatable,” Kiara muttered, earning a laugh from y/n.

“Y/n!” John B said, standing up and waving her over. “Get over here. We’re making history.”

“Again?” y/n teased, climbing onto the porch.

“Always,” Pope said without looking up from his notebook.

She set down the bag of snacks she’d brought, watching as the group poured over their latest obsession: a lead on the Royal Merchant. John B explained the details with a mixture of excitement and determination, pointing to a faded map and the old compass they’d recently found.

“Okay, I need context,” y/n said, sitting cross-legged beside John B. “Why is this shipwreck such a big deal?”

“It’s not just any shipwreck,” Pope said, straightening up. “It’s the shipwreck. The Royal Merchant went down in the 1800s with $400 million in gold.”

“And we think we’re getting closer to finding it,” John B added, his eyes gleaming.

“Closer-ish,” Kiara corrected, earning a snort from J.J.

Y/n leaned over to examine the compass, her fingers brushing against its worn surface. “So, you’re saying we could be sitting on top of a literal fortune?”

“Exactly,” Pope said.

“But it’s not about the money,” John B interjected, his tone more serious now. “At least, not just the money. My dad dedicated his life to finding this, and if we can figure it out…”

“It’s about more than gold,” Kiara finished softly, giving y/n a small smile.

The weight of their words wasn’t lost on y/n. For all their jokes and carefree attitudes, the Pogues carried their own burdens—ones that tied them together in a way she envied.

“So,” J.J. said, breaking the momentary silence. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he grinned at her. “What about you, newbie? You ready to risk life and limb for a little adventure?”

Y/n laughed, meeting his gaze. “Depends. Do I get a cool nickname like you guys?”

J.J. smirked. “Only if you survive the initiation.”

“What’s the initiation?”

“Marsh wading, treetop diving, and avoiding death by Kook,” J.J. said dramatically.

“She’s already avoiding death by Kook,” Kiara pointed out, nudging y/n with her foot.

“She’s practically one of us,” Pope agreed.

Y/n felt a warmth spread through her chest at their easy acceptance of her. Even though she’d only known them for a short time, she felt more like herself around the Pogues than she ever had at the Cameron estate.

“Alright, I’m in,” y/n said, standing up. “What’s next?”

The group piled into the Twinkie—John B’s rusted van that seemed to run on sheer willpower—and headed toward the marsh. John B drove, Pope navigated, and Kiara provided snacks while J.J. insisted on hanging out of the window like an overexcited dog.

“You’re gonna fall out,” y/n warned, pulling on his shirt to keep him steady.

“Not with you holding me, princess,” J.J. teased, flashing her a grin.

“Don’t call me princess,” y/n said, though she couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips.

The marsh was as messy and chaotic as expected. They waded through knee-deep mud, following a trail John B swore was important to their search. Pope and Kiara argued over whether they were going in the right direction, while J.J. took every opportunity to splash y/n with water.

“Seriously?” y/n said, shoving him playfully as he laughed.

“You’ve got mud on your face anyway,” J.J. pointed out.

“So do you,” y/n shot back, smearing a streak of mud across his cheek.

J.J. froze, his grin widening. “Oh, it’s on now.”

The ensuing mud war left all of them drenched and filthy, but it also left y/n feeling lighter than she had in weeks. By the time they returned to the Chateau, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d laughed that much.

Later that evening, y/n found herself at a bonfire on the beach—a Kook party Sarah had dragged her to. The music was loud, the air heavy with smoke and salt, and the crowd was an overwhelming mix of Kooks and a few brave Pogues who’d dared to crash the event.

Y/n wasn’t sure where she fit in this scene. She stuck close to Sarah at first, but her mind kept drifting to the Pogues. She scanned the crowd, half-hoping to see them and half-worrying about what Rafe would say if they showed up.

Then she spotted them—J.J., John B, Kiara, and Pope standing near the edge of the firelight. J.J. caught her eye first, raising a hand in greeting.

“Hey!” he called, grinning.

Y/n hesitated, glancing at Sarah.

“Go,” Sarah said, nudging her. “You obviously want to.”

Y/n didn’t need more encouragement. She made her way over, her heart racing a little as J.J. handed her a drink.

“Miss us already?” he teased.

“Maybe a little,” y/n admitted.

The group settled into their usual rhythm, their jokes and energy making the party feel less suffocating. At one point, J.J. leaned close, his voice low enough that only y/n could hear.

“Bet you’re regretting that Kook life now, huh?”

“Not at all,” y/n said, smirking. “I get the best of both worlds this way.”

J.J.’s grin widened. “Smart girl.”

For the rest of the night, y/n let herself get lost in the chaos and camaraderie of the Pogues. It didn’t matter that the lines between Kook and Pogue were supposed to be rigid. Here, with them, she felt free.

This expanded section emphasizes y/n’s growing connection with the Pogues, her playful chemistry with J.J., and the sense of belonging they bring her. It also highlights the contrasts between her life with the Pogues and the Kook world she’s trying to navigate.

Later that night, after the bonfire had dwindled to glowing embers and the party began to dissolve into scattered laughter and hushed whispers, y/n walked along the shoreline, her sandals dangling from her fingers. The cool sand squished under her toes, the rhythmic crash of waves offering a moment of calm after the chaotic energy of the day.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, breaking the silence. Pulling it out, her heart skipped when she saw Elena’s name flash on the screen.

“Elena?” y/n said, sliding her thumb across the screen to answer.

“Hey,” Elena’s voice came through, familiar but tinged with an exhaustion y/n could hear even over the crackle of the connection.

Y/n smiled despite herself, her chest tightening at the sound. “It’s been a while since you called. Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Elena replied quickly, too quickly. “It’s just been… busy.”

Y/n stopped walking, her toes digging into the sand as she frowned. “Busy how? Elena, what’s going on?”

There was a long pause on the other end, punctuated by the faint hum of static. When Elena finally spoke, her voice was softer. “It’s just… a lot. With school, with life. And…” She hesitated, then let out a laugh that sounded forced. “I think I might be seeing someone.”

Y/n blinked, the admission catching her off guard. “Oh, really?” she asked, her tone teasing but curious. “And you’re only telling me now? Who is he?”

“His name’s Stefan,” Elena said, and though her voice warmed slightly, there was an undercurrent of something else—something y/n couldn’t quite place.

“Stefan…” y/n repeated, testing the name on her tongue. “What’s he like?”

Elena hesitated again, a pause so slight that anyone else might have missed it. But y/n knew her sister too well.

“He’s… great,” Elena said finally. “Really sweet. A little mysterious, but in a good way, you know?”

Y/n raised an eyebrow, her suspicion growing. “Elena, you’ve never been one for mysterious guys. What’s the deal?”

“There’s no deal,” Elena said quickly, but her laugh sounded nervous. “I just… I like him. He makes me feel… safe. And seen.”

Y/n softened at that. “Well, that’s good, right? You deserve someone like that after everything.”

“I guess,” Elena said, though her tone didn’t sound entirely convinced.

Y/n frowned, kicking at the sand as she resumed her walk. “You’re holding something back. I can feel it.”

There was another pause, this one longer. When Elena spoke again, her voice was lower, almost hesitant. “Things have just been… weird lately. In Mystic Falls, I mean.”

“Weird how?”

“Just… weird,” Elena said, her words rushed. “I can’t explain it. It’s like there’s this… undercurrent of something happening, but I don’t know what.”

“Elena,” y/n said firmly, stopping again and staring out at the dark ocean. “What’s going on? Is someone bothering you? Do I need to come back?”

“No!” Elena’s reply was immediate, almost panicked. “No, y/n, you don’t need to come back. I’m fine. It’s nothing like that, I promise.”

Y/n narrowed her eyes, her fingers tightening around her phone. “You’re lying to me.”

“I’m not,” Elena insisted, though her voice wavered slightly. “It’s just… hard to explain. But I’m okay, really.”

Y/n didn’t believe her, but she also knew Elena well enough to recognize when she was shutting down. Pressing would only make her retreat further.

“Okay,” y/n said finally, her tone softening. “But if something’s wrong, you’ll tell me, right?”

“Of course,” Elena said, though the words felt hollow.

Y/n sighed, rubbing her forehead. “I miss you, you know. Things here are… different.”

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UNEXPECTED TURNS - PART 1

OBX X TVD FANFICTION

jj maybank x gilbert!reader x rafe cameron

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thanks,” y/n said dryly.

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

“Pogues,” Sarah muttered under her breath.

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

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

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

“Hey! Back off.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/n,” she said, shaking his hand.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not a Kook,” y/n corrected.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And sometimes sinking,” Pope added.

“Only once,” John B. said defensively.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Provisional?” y/n asked, laughing.

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

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

And something told her that this was only the beginning.

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UNEXPECTED TURNS MASTERLIST

tvd x obx fanfiction

PROLOGUE

SEASON 1

PART 1 - after settling in, Sarah offers Y/N a little reminder of how Outer Banks looked

PART 2 - y/n doesn’t listen to Rafe, and decide to explore her connection with the pogues

PART 3 - unexpected call stops Y/N from figuring out Kildare

PART 4 - Y/N makes her decision, she is lost in her thoughts until she bumps into certain someone

PART 5 - Y/N learns the truth, will she be able to handle it?

PART 6 - friendly reunions, messes to fix, and big decision is made

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UNEXPECTED TURNS - PROLOGUE

OBX X TVD FANFICTION

jj maybank x gilbert!reader x rafe cameron

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Y/N x Sam Winchester

SUMMARY: you are Sam’s gf, you are a happy couple who are studying law, but what happens when his older brother returns home?

Dean Winchester barreled down the road in his beloved Impala, heart racing with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. He hadn't seen his brother, Sam, in two years. Now, he needed his help. Their father, John Winchester, was missing, and the family business of hunting supernatural creatures couldn't afford another casualty.

Pulling up to Stanford University, Dean took a deep breath. He hoped Sam wouldn't be too resistant to joining him. Sam had left the life of hunting to pursue a normal life, and Dean respected that, but circumstances demanded a reunion.

"Sam!" Dean called as he barged into the apartment.

Sam Winchester turned to face his brother, surprise written all over his face. "Dean? What are you doing here?"

"Dad's on a hunting trip, and he hasn't been home in a few days," Dean explained, worry evident in his voice.

Sam's face fell. "Is he okay?"

"I don't know, that's why I'm here. I need your help to find him."

Sam hesitated, glancing at his girlfriend, Y/N, who had entered the room upon hearing the commotion. "Dean, I have a life here. I can't just drop everything."

You stepped forward, placing a reassuring hand on Sam's arm. "Sam, if your dad's in trouble, you need to help him. We can figure things out together."

Dean nodded approvingly. "She is right. Just for a few days, Sammy."

Reluctantly, Sam agreed, but you insisted on coming with the brothers, Sam told you everything about his past so it was nothing new to hear. Sam was sceptical and worried about your safty, but in the end the brothers agreed and you three set off to get to the case

The case led them to Jericho, California. Dean and Sam quickly fell into their old rythm of hunting, while you adapted pretty quickly.

As they delved deeper into the case, they discovered the legend of a Woman in White, a vengeful spirit of a woman named Constance Welch. She lured men to their deaths, driven by the pain of her own betrayal.

One night, as they staked out the haunted stretch of road, the Woman in White appeared. She targeted Sam, sensing his vulnerability. Y/N, not one to be left behind, intervened, using a mixture of courage and knowledge from John Winchester's journal to ward off the spirit.

"Sam, Dean, salt and iron!" she shouted, tossing a canister of salt to Sam.

With Y/N’s help, they managed to temporarily dispel the spirit. However, they knew it was only a matter of time before she returned. They needed to find Constance's remains and put her to rest.

The clues led them to Constance's abandoned house. Inside, they found her children’s remains hidden in a wall, revealing the tragic truth of her story. Constance had drowned her children in a fit of madness before taking her own life. Her spirit was bound to the area, forever reliving her grief and rage.

As they prepared to salt and burn the remains, the Woman in White appeared, more powerful and vengeful than ever. She attacked, throwing Sam across the room. Dean and Y/N fought bravely, but it was Sam who ultimately confronted the spirit.

"You don't have to do this," he pleaded. "You can rest now."

Constance wavered, her rage giving way to sorrow. In that moment of vulnerability, Sam, Dean, and Y/N completed the ritual, releasing her spirit and ending her torment.

With the case solved, Sam faced a difficult decision. He had rediscovered his skills as a hunter and recognized the importance of their mission. Y/N, too, had proven herself as a capable ally. They both understood that the supernatural world posed a threat that couldn't be ignored.

"Dean, I'm coming with you," Sam said, determination in his eyes. "But I want Y/N to stay safe."

You shook her head, her resolve unwavering. "No, Sam. I'm in this with you. We can make a difference together."

Dean grinned, proud of his brother and impressed by yours bravery. "Welcome to the family business, Y/N."

The trio drove off into the night, the Impala's engine roaring as they embarked on a new journey. Together, they would face the darkness, hunting monsters and protecting the innocent. The Winchesters, now joined by Y/N, were stronger than ever, ready to face whatever the supernatural world threw at them.

As they sped down the road, the stars above bore witness to a new dawn in the fight against the forces of darkness. The Winchester legacy continued, now with an unexpected but formidable ally by their side.

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raspberryslxt · 1 year ago

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Dean Winchester x Vampire!Reader PART 2

warning: slight smut

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the motel parking lot as Dean paced back and forth outside their room. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, his heart still racing from the encounter with Y/N. He couldn't shake the memory of her lips on his, the way she had ignited a fire within him that he couldn't contain.

Inside the room, Sam was busy researching their next hunt, oblivious to Dean's inner turmoil. But Dean couldn't focus on the case – not when his thoughts were consumed by Y/N. He knew he should keep his distance, that getting involved with a vampire hunter was a bad idea. But try as he might, he couldn't resist the pull she had on him.

Just as Dean was about to lose his mind, he heard a knock at the door. His heart leaped in his chest as he hurried to answer it, hoping against hope that it was Y/N. And sure enough, when he swung the door open, there she stood – a vision in black leather and attitude.

"Hey, Winchester," she greeted with a smirk, leaning against the doorframe.

Dean couldn't help but grin in return, his pulse quickening at the sight of her. "Well, if it isn't my favorite vampire hunter. What brings you here?"

Y/N stepped into the room, her eyes locking with Dean's as she sauntered closer. "Just thought I'd drop by and see how my favorite hunter is doing."

Dean's heart skipped a beat at the implication in her words, his mind racing with possibilities. Before he could respond, Y/N closed the distance between them, pressing her body against his as she captured his lips in a heated kiss.

Dean moaned into the kiss, his hands finding purchase on her hips as he pulled her closer. He could feel the heat radiating off her body, the scent of her filling his senses as he lost himself in her embrace.

They stumbled backward, falling onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and desire. Dean's hands roamed eagerly over Y/N's body, memorizing every curve and contour as he kissed her hungrily. She responded in kind, her nails digging into his skin as she pulled him closer.

Their clothes soon became a hindrance, and with fevered urgency, they stripped each other bare, their bodies flush against one another as they gave in to their primal desires. Dean lost himself in the sensation of Y/N's skin against his, the taste of her on his lips as they moved together in a rhythm as old as time itself.

Their lovemaking was raw and passionate, each touch igniting a fire that burned hotter with every passing moment. Dean felt like he was on the edge of oblivion, lost in a sea of sensation as Y/N brought him to the brink again and again.

And when they finally collapsed in a tangled heap of limbs and sweat, Dean knew that he was irrevocably bound to her – body, heart, and soul.

As they lay there, basking in the afterglow of their passion, Dean couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. He knew that their relationship was anything but conventional, that there would be challenges and obstacles along the way. But in that moment, all he cared about was the woman lying beside him – the woman who had captured his heart in a way he never thought possible.

He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, his fingers tracing lazy patterns across her skin as he whispered words of love and devotion. And as they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, Dean knew that no matter what the future held, they would face it together – bound by blood, bound by love.

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Dean Winchester x Vampire!reader

warning: swearing, making out, slightly sugestive content

info: winchester brother meet you on a run, while u saved them from other vampires. They quickly grown to like you, some more than the others

It was another typical night for the Winchesters – hunting down a nest of vampires. Dean gripped his machete tighter, his eyes scanning the dark alley as he and Sam moved cautiously forward. They had received a tip about suspicious activities in this area, and knowing their luck, it was probably something supernatural.

As they rounded a corner, they were met with a sudden ambush. Vampires lunged out from the shadows, fangs bared and claws extended. The brothers fought with practiced precision, but the odds were against them. That is until a figure leaped into the fray, taking down vampires with speed and grace.

Dean's eyes widened as he watched the newcomer fight, admiring the way she moved – swift and deadly. He couldn't deny the rush of excitement coursing through him as they fought side by side. But as the last vampire fell, Dean's attention was drawn to her – the mysterious vampire hunter who had just saved their asses.

"Who the hell are you?" Dean demanded, his grip still tight on his machete.

The woman turned to face him, her features illuminated by the dim light. Her eyes were a mesmerizing shade of amber, and Dean found himself momentarily lost in them. "I'm Y/N," she replied, a hint of amusement in her voice. "And I'm guessing you're the Winchesters?"

Dean nodded, feeling a mix of curiosity and suspicion. "How'd you know?"

Y/N smirked. "Let's just say I've been keeping tabs on you boys for a while now."

Sam stepped forward, eyeing her with caution. "Why? What do you want?"

Y/N's smirk widened into a grin. "Relax, Sammy. I'm not here to cause trouble. In fact, I could use your help with something."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "And what might that be?"

Y/N glanced around, ensuring that they were alone before speaking in a hushed tone. "There's a powerful vampire coven in town, and they've been causing all sorts of chaos. I've been tracking them for weeks, but I could use some backup."

Dean exchanged a look with Sam, silently communicating their decision. "Fine," he said. "We'll help you take down the coven. But don't think we're suddenly besties or anything."

Y/N chuckled. "Wouldn't dream of it, Winchester."

And so, an unlikely alliance was formed as the three of them set out to hunt down the vampire coven. Over the next few days, they worked together, sharing information and strategizing their attack. Dean found himself drawn to Y/N, intrigued by her strength and determination.

But there was something else too – a tension that simmered beneath the surface whenever Sam and Y/N were together. Dean couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he didn't like it one bit. He tried to brush it off, focusing instead on the task at hand

Finally, the night of the showdown arrived. They had tracked the coven to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. Dean could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins as they approached, his senses on high alert.

The battle that followed was intense, the air thick with the scent of blood and sweat. Dean fought with everything he had, his machete slicing through vampire flesh with ease. Beside him, Y/N was a force to be reckoned with, her movements fluid and deadly.

But in the midst of the chaos, Dean couldn't shake the feeling of unease gnawing at him. He glanced over at Sam, who was fighting alongside Y/N, their movements perfectly synchronized. And that's when it hit him – jealousy.

Dean gritted his teeth, his jaw clenching as he watched them fight together. He didn't like the way Sam looked at Y/N, the way they seemed to share some unspoken connection. It made him feel... replaced.

But there was no time to dwell on his feelings as the battle raged on. They fought tooth and nail, pushing

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Carl Grimes x Negan’s daughter!reader

warnings:none

The world had become a desolate wasteland, overrun by the undead and ruled by fear. Amidst the chaos, Carl Grimes found himself face to face with an unexpected ally – y/n, the daughter of the notorious Negan.

Carl cautiously approached the abandoned warehouse, his senses on high alert. He had heard rumors of survivors in the area, but he never expected to encounter Negan's daughter.

Y/n emerged from the shadows, her presence commanding attention as she leveled a gaze at Carl. "What do you want?" she demanded, her voice tinged with suspicion.

Carl raised his hands in a gesture of peace, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of danger. "I'm just looking for supplies," he replied, keeping his tone neutral. "I mean no harm."

Y/n studied Carl for a moment, her expression unreadable. "Fine," she finally said, stepping aside to let him pass. "But watch your back. This world is unforgiving."

As they ventured deeper into the warehouse, Carl and y/n exchanged cautious glances, their guard never faltering. Despite the tension between them, Carl couldn't help but admire y/n resilience in the face of adversity.

"Your father... Negan," Carl began tentatively, breaking the uneasy silence. "What's he like?"

Y/n’s jaw tightened at the mention of her father, a shadow passing over her features. "He's... complicated," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But he's not all bad."

„He killed my friends,” the bot said. Y/n looked at him with a „really dude” look.

Carl nodded, understanding the complexities of family loyalty all too well. "I get it," he said softly. "We all have people we care about, even if they've done things we don't agree with."

As they scoured the warehouse for supplies, Carl and y/n found themselves opening up to each other in ways they never expected. They shared stories of their pasts, their hopes and fears laid bare in the harsh light of reality.

Hours turned into days, and Carl and y/n formed an unlikely bond as they navigated the dangers of the wasteland together. They fought off hordes of walkers, braved the elements, and relied on each other for survival in a world where trust was a rare commodity.

But their newfound partnership was put to the test when a group of hostile survivors threatened their sanctuary. Carl and y/n stood side by side, their weapons drawn as they prepared to defend their makeshift home.

"We can't let them win," y/n said, her voice steely with determination.

Carl nodded, his gaze unwavering as he met y/n’s eyes. "We won't," he vowed, a sense of urgency coursing through his veins.

As the enemy closed in, Carl and Y/n fought with a fierce intensity, their movements synchronized as they battled against overwhelming odds. In the heat of the moment, Carl found himself relying on y/n’s strength and agility, trusting her with his life in ways he never thought possible.

When the dust finally settled, Carl and y/n stood victorious, their chests heaving with exertion as they surveyed the aftermath of the battle. Despite the chaos and destruction surrounding them, they knew that as long as they had each other, they could face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Y/n turned to Carl, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Thanks," she said softly, her eyes betraying a vulnerability she rarely showed.

Carl returned her smile, a sense of warmth flooding his chest. "Anytime," he replied, his voice tinged with sincerity.

As they stood together in the fading light of the setting sun, Carl and y/n knew that they had found redemption in each other's company – two souls bound by the shadows of their pasts, yet united in their quest for a brighter future. And in a world consumed by darkness, that was enough to give them hope.

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DEAN WINCHESTER X WITCH READER MOODBOARD

„ Just because you are a witch doesn’t mean you have to be a bitch „

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raspberryslxt · 1 year ago

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Pls write about y/n x Damon… with lots of fluff and smut and maybe even ft. daddy kink

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Damon Salvatore headcanon

info: damon x reader(female)

warnings: mentions of alcohol usage, mentions of blood, eventual smut

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You were cousin to Elena Gilbert, Jenna was your mum.

You met Damon when you decided to quit collage and started working online. You did it because you wanted to help your mum with Elena and Jeremy. Death of her sister was hard on her, and you wanted to be there to support her.

At first you didn’t like him, he appared as a giant asshole and a man whore.

Just so you know, he didn’t liked you either at the beggining, he tought you are just another stupid human he can use for his own pleases.

Another reason why he didn’t like you was because Stefan liked you, and how he loves to make his brother life so misarable.

You remember when you saw him with Caroline for the first time, you didn’t know if u were more confused or jealous.

It’s not like you liked him or smth, but why Caroline and not you?

Oh boy, if u only knew what he did to her.

The dinner night at the Gilbert’s house was the first time u started warming up to him. He told you about Katherine( not full story obviously) and how they both lost her. You felt pity, but also u knew how he felt.

It’s not like you became besties after that, but you indeed started talking, and things were going pretty well. But everything must come to an end.

You remember this night to well, the night when u found out.

This was Stefan’s bday u went to grill to wish him happy bday and spent some time with him and your cousin. You met Lexi who seemed nice, she looked like she knew a lot.

Than the next thing u remember is Damon killing her.

You were so lost in what happend.

Stefan tried compelling you to forget, but for some reason his compulsion didn’t work, so he and Elena tried explaining it all to you

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing so u decided to leave town for few days.

You remember being in a nightclub in Atlanta when you got a phonecall from unknown caller.

Turns out the caller wasn’t unknown, and it was Damon calling you. He was clearly tipsy or out of his mind, but he told you he wanted you, that you make him go crazy and that he didn’t feel that way since Katherine.

You were so confused.

Just few weeks ago you saw him kill someone, and now you were considering coming back for him.

You were telling yourself that it was obviously your family that you came back for, but deep down you knew the truth.

Especially, when first thing you saw was him kissing your cousin, or so you tought your cousin.

He was so desspered to explain to you that the mistake but you weren’t having it.

„It’s not like we ever liked each other Damon, right?” Because you two never were even friends right? And who believes in love from first sight.

You felt way worse tho when you found out it was indeed Katherine, you knew that he woudl try to win her back. And that it’s too late now.

Till the day Katherine lives you will always be second choice.

What made u change your mind was the night that Katherine payed you a little visit. You were suppossed to be scared of her, but you were a brave one, and she liked it a lot.

She told you about how Damon just rejected her, and that she had to know the person who was behind it, so here you were.

For some people this might seem weird, but u liked her. She looked like a strong woman and were a feminist. You listened to her story about why she left them, and in some twisted way you understood her.

But this wasn't the point behind your talk, the point was that Damon did really liked you, and you had to do something about it.

You drove to Salvatore house and hoped that you will be meet with similiar face that you were looking for.

And you did.

Damon being Damon ofc couldn't just admit to all of that, so he said that he don't remember what he said and even if he did it wouldn't matter. But you knew better and it was no time for being a coward so you went for it.

You kissed him.

He responded automaticlly, by kissing you back, and you both knew what you wanted. He speeded you up to his bedroom.

You weren't very sure of it, u met him just few months ago and now this was happening. You didn't even knew him well, most of the time u spent togather was because Elena and Stefan was with you.

But it was no time for thinking, you two spend the night togather, and you sure as hell did not regret it.

Neither of you knew what was coming soon, but it didn't matter, because for now it was like there was only you two in whole universe. And you weren't complaining

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