#caregiver pope heyward

[steddiemunsington]

A friendly hello to my favourite person on tumblr! Im not sure if you write reader x character but if you do…could you please write litte reader x cg pouges,and its the pouges always trying to get reader outside,like just to the beach or playing in the garden cause they never goes outside and fresh air is good for them but reader is always like nah and just walks inside again cause theyre not a very much an out door person. That would be so amazing and might make me leave my house lol. Have a great day <3

awefvdbtb thank you :( <3 i’m down to write some x reader! i'm always inside too so i can definitely relate (sorry this took so long) also reader is gender neutral!

blue skies | little!reader + cg!pogues

There was no doubt that it was a beautiful day in the Outer Banks. The sun shined brightly over the town, paired with a clear blue sky and a nice breeze. A day this nice could not be wasted, and the Pogues undoubtedly had plans to take advantage of the nice weather. Plans that were interrupted by one minor obstacle: getting you out of the house.

Since they'd met you, you'd never been much of an outdoor-person, much more content to spending your time inside watching movies or playing games. A stark contrast to the rest of the Pogues, who practically live outside. As much as they want to respect your wishes, they also think you might be developing a vitamin D deficiency.

"Come on, kid! The weather outside is amazing," Cleo says, opening up the curtains in the living room to let in the sunlight.

You wince at the light, cuddling more into the couch where you lay. “Nooo.”

Pope stands with hands on his hips. “You cannot stay in here all day.”

You stick your tongue out at him before hiding under the blanket with your favorite plush, causing the group to laugh.

"As cute as you look, I think it'd be a good idea for you to get some sun," Sarah says, coming over and sitting with you. You scoot closer to her, leaning your head on her shoulder with a pout, although they couldn’t see it due to the blanket covering your head. Sarah pets your head through the fabric.

"Wanna stay inside," you whine. Sarah rubs your back, giving the others a look that says help me out here?

It's JJ's turn now, so he sits on the floor in front of you and Sarah. He slowly pulls the blanket off your head, much to your reluctance, but you allow it. You’re met with a familiar wide smile and bright blue eyes.

“How about this,” JJ starts. “If you come out with us, we’ll take you to eat at your favorite place,” he propositions. "Wherever you wanna go."

The look on your face told them that you weren’t convinced, so John B steps in. “And we’ll get you a new toy on the way home. How does that sound?” he holds out a pinkie to you, elbowing JJ so that he does the same.

You stare at their fingers for a few seconds, contemplating whether or not you should agree. "Can we get a treat too?"

They laugh, nodding. "Yes, we can get however many treats you’d like. Now?" John B and JJ reach their pinky fingers out, grinning when you hook your pinkies with theirs. Everyone lets out a victory cheer, Kiara muttering something about how he shouldn't bribe a baby, but nevertheless is happy to get you out the house.

They take you to the beach, where JJ, John B, and Pope go surfing and teaching you how to use a boogie board. The girls cheer you on when John B finally manages to get you to stand on his surfboard.

“You got this, baby!” he cheers, helping to catch you whenever you fall and holding you tight so you don’t get pulled too far into the waves.

You spend hours in the water and running through the sand, and the day goes by faster than you think. Soon enough the sun is beginning to set and before you know it, your caregivers are packing your belongings and telling you that it's time to leave. Even though you hadn't wanted to go before, you find yourself feeling a bit sad at the idea of the fun ending. But your caregivers reassure you that they'd take you to the beach everyday if you wanted them to.

not fully proofread like most things i write, so my apologies for any mistakes <3

[starkeyshirt]

Manipulated

little! rafe cameron

caregivers! the pogues

in which rafe is manipulated by more people than just his father.

tw//: manipulation, low self esteem, guilt, feeling unwanted, pushing, talk of drug use (cocaine).

<<•>>

When people hear of Rafe Cameron, their minds drift to the cocaine addicted, polo shirt wearing, bad tempered young man with a rich dad and a pretty sister. Those who know him better think of a cold blooded killer, the guilty suspect in Sheriff Peterkin's murder and an accomplice in several others. But truly, do any of those people really know Rafe Cameron?

Rafe Cameron is a boy with a complex personality, substance abuse issues, and a devotion to his father. It's hard to look at such a bad person and think, "Hmm, maybe he's just misunderstood." But the truth about Rafe is that he isn't a bad person; he's a lost boy with daddy issues to a point causing damage beyond repair.

Throughout his entire life, Rafe has wanted to please his father. He wanted to draw the pictures in art class he thought his father would like and do good in the subjects his father enjoyed. He wanted to beat his sister in making his father a father's day breakfast or in buying him a new watch. Rafe wanted to hear his father tell him he was proud of him. He wanted his fathers trust and love, he wanted to be useful and needed with every step he took.

Rafe was never a mean kid. When he was a little boy he didn't have many friends and he didn't like going to school. The other kook boys were loud and obnoxious and uncaring, and Rafe was quieter with a lazier personality. When he first started kindergarten, being his father's only child attending school at the time, he cried every day when his father picked him up and clung to him for dear life. He couldn't tell anyone why; it was that childish urge to hold onto your parents and cry and never let go. He didn't want to be in school wearing polos and khaki pants, he just wanted to be at home with his daddy.

Then one day, when Rafe came crying to his father at the end of the school day, Ward Cameron didn't bend down and scoop his distraught son into a comforting hug. Rafe could tell his father was on the phone, and even though he took his hand and led him to the truck, his father paid him no attention whatsoever. As Rafe sniffled in the backseat, he listened to his father's phone call. It was something about Sarah being upset with whatever babysitter had to watch her while their dad was at work. When they picked his crying little sister up and his father cuddled her and talked to her and comforted her the whole way home, little Rafe felt anger for the very first time. He hated his sister and his father for liking her more.

That night while she slept, Rafe cut a chunk of her hair out with safety scissors.

Rafe was never the same after that day, and he was suddenly aware of the dynamics in their household. Sarah always came first, Rafe was always second. Sarah didn't have to compete for anything, but Rafe sure did. He learned to really and truly hate his sister, to take everything from her that he could in hopes that his father would someday realize he was just as good of a person.

As he grew older, Rafe also grew erratic, impulsive, and emotionally unstable. He received little to no love from his father by the time he was nine, but he still spent every waking moment trying to receive that praise that only Ward could give him. And we all know how things went from there.

Rafe was aware of the things he's done; he knew he was wrong and the guilt ripped away at him everyday. But there were things about Rafe that nobody knew; people controlling him who weren't his father.

•••

Rafe didn't know what he was supposed to do. His brain was short circuiting, but he knew Barry was pissed.

"You do realize what you did, right man? By hurting the guy, you're putting a target on my back, Country Club!" Barry yelled, shoving his finger into Rafe's chest. He watched him quiver.

"I- I didn't know what to do! He was gonna kill him!" Rafe stuttered back, shoving his arms forward in a weak attempt at proving his point.

Barry laughed and rolled his eyes. "That's what you signed up for!"

"I changed my mind..." Rafe mumbled, rocking forward to place his head in his hands. Tears welled at his eyes and his chest was stinging.

Barry knew how to work Rafe. He had his brain wired so he performed when he needed him to but also in a way that Barry could trigger when he crashed. And Barry liked to think he was the only person who could control Rafe in that way; he helped Rafe discover that softness, and he was the only one who could access it.

Rafe's abandonment from his father caused strains on his mental state. A lifetime of fighting for his father's praise, competing for his love - well, that left very little time for a childhood or any way to relax. Barry saw it before Rafe even knew it happened. When Rafe reaches his breaking point and emotions spill from his eyes, that's when Barry can see his mind drifting away; it's a clear switch of mindsets, of headspaces, that Barry recognized well. Something he has used for leverage in many deals, and he could use said leverage to control Rafe.

The first time it ever happened, Rafe was terrified. He couldn't understand what had changed; one second he was freaking out with frustration tears flowing down his cheeks and a heat in his chest, and the next he was being shushed on the drug dealer's shoulder, soaking his shirt with sobs.

Rafe had never let himself be so weak in front of anyone before, not since that last time in kindergarten when he cried on his father's shoulder. He didn't understand what was different either, he didn't feel the switch in his brain - and if he did, he didn't understand it. All he knew was suddenly, he was encapsulated in a warm embrace much like the one he daydreamed about for many years and he had a distinct warm, calming feeling in his chest. His mind was quiet, and things were peaceful until he woke up the next morning and lost his shit again.

Things only became routine when Barry threatened him. When Barry turned him in because he was trying to be resilient against whatever mind games were being played on him, but Rafe learned his lesson. Barry was in control and he had proved that, and when he returned to the Outer Banks, Rafe came back to him like a kicked puppy with his tail between his legs.

Since that day, Barry has felt like a god; he held the remote to control Rafe Cameron, the rich and completely mentally unstable young man with a bad temper and a quick impulse to shoot a gun. Every time he visited Barry, he was freaking out. And every time he was freaking out, Barry did the same thing he did that night before he turned him in: Barry held him and let him cry into his shoulder, he whispered soft things into his ear and Rafe's mind melted away. Rafe would hug Barry tight and embrace himself in having at least one person he felt he could hold onto.

And then Barry would let him sleep in his trailer, he would share his bed and let Rafe lay with his head on his chest. Rafe didn't talk much when he felt like this, but Barry made up for it. He talked nonsense and told him stories Rafe would forget when he woke up in the morning. Rafe would never admit that he enjoyed the relaxation this weird situation brought him, but every morning after, when he was snapped out of his little daze and back into reality, he was always scared and furious. He always felt out of control of his own body and he usually had to break something to feel better.

Rafe felt the familiar fog in his chest starting to well up as he avoided Barry's gaze. He had never felt that way when Barry was angry before; he had only ever fallen into that mindset when Barry was hugging him or saying nicer things. Rafe didn't know what to make of himself, mostly because he didn't trust his mouth to say what his brain wanted it to and partly because he was afraid Barry would hurt him.

  "Are you even listening? Nah nah, don't be starting that baby shit with me, Country Club. Get the hell out of here, man!" Barry shoved Rafe away from his trailer by his chest.

Rafe stumbled, glancing at Barry with a dull and blank look of confusion and highness, but layers of sadness and guilt hid underneath. He could hear Barry shouting as he stumbled away, although he couldn't make out what he was yelling; he was far too busy watching his own far away feet to notice. He felt like he was drunk, his vision blurring and his mind not comprehending right. Rafe didn't know where to go, either. He couldn't walk back to Tannyhill from Barry's, it was much too far. And he didn't really know anybody who lived on the cut.

Rafe started thinking about the things Barry used to talk about when he felt like this. He mumbled to himself about sea animals and the beach, making up little stories as he stumbled along in a childish attempt to keep himself awake and on his feet. Sooner or later, the kook found himself walking up the driveway of the pogues' chauteu, ready to fall over his own feet or fall asleep standing up.

If Rafe was in his normal mindset, he would have never risked going to the pogues with everything going on, but with that fuzzy feeling in his chest and the cloudiness in his head, he found nothing wrong with it. It was Kiara who opened the door after he stumbled up the steps and knocked on the door. Her face dropped into a scowl once she saw him. Rafe flinched and angled his eyes down, something normal Rafe would never do.

"What the hell are you doing here, Rafe?" Kiara hissed. Rafe saw JJ come up behind her with the same scowl on his face.

"I- I didn't know where to go." Rafe stuttered, suddenly very aware of the way his words slurred and how his tone was higher than usual.

Rafe refused to watch either of their faces, but he took the silence as his response; he was not welcomed there, just as he should have assumed. The oldest started to back himself up, still refusing to make eye contact. How could he have expected anything more? After everything he'd done to them he deserved a rightful beating, too.

   "Wait," Kiara blurted just as Rafe had turned to step off the steps. Rafe hesitated to turn back around, but he did just in time to watch JJ punch her in the arm. He looked confused. Rafe didn't blame him. Rafe hated himself too.

   She too hesitated before continuing, "This isn't normal, so please inform us on what the fuck is going on."

   Rafe flinched a little. He didn't know why. He hated how out of his mind he felt. It was like he was high without the bliss, he couldn't function but instead of enjoying it he felt vulnerable and useless. And very tired. "I-"

    JJ looked fed up with his stuttering. He pushed past Kiara, despite her protests, stomping over until he reached Rafe. He then didn't hesitate to shove him with great force down the chauteua's stairs. "That's for messing with us. Now get yourself off of our side of the island."

   JJ wasn't a mean boy, but he protected what little he had and Rafe knew that. He respected it, deep down. He just never showed it and that led to actions that disrespected JJ. Rafe hated everything he'd done. He hated that he helped his father steal the gold, he hated that he stole the cross from Pope, he hated everything he ever did to hurt anyone. Rafe didn't know why he did the thing he did. He wishes he could change.

  Rafe didn't move from the dirt at the bottom of the chateau steps, shaking from his position on his hands and knees on the soggy ground. Wet earth smushed in between his fingers and made him feel real gross on top of everything else. Rafe felt his lip begin to quiver and his breathing grow rapid, and even as much as he tried to hold back the fuzzy feeling in his head, he caved. The blond boy fell forward onto his elbows in the mud, salty tears beginning to slip down his cheeks. He pressed his forehead into the mud, heaving as the floodgates opened and he was left a sobbing mess.

  Rafe just couldn't help it. He hated himself so thoroughly that he might actually do something to himself if he wasn't so afraid. He felt so lost and alone, he had nobody to go to and he didn't even understand what was going on with his body. He felt used and manipulated by everyone, he felt abandoned by his father and like a useless toy of Barry's. Still, he missed them both. As he cried in the mud Rafe wished his dad was next to him, rubbing his back and telling him, "You're a good boy, Rafe. A good boy." He wished he was in Barry's arms instead of on the ground by himself. He even wished Barry was making fun of him for being such a baby, because even negative attention would be some attention.

  Rafe was choking on his saliva and sucking in oxygen roughly and desperately when he felt two grounding hands being placed on his shoulders. He panicked initially, flinching away and diving his face into the mud even more. When the hands didn't move or hurt him any further, he subconsciously dropped his defenses and leaned into the contact. The hands pulled his upper body over and Rafe didn't resist. He still had his eyes closed when the hands placed his head on a warm lap, crying harder with the thought that he might never feel such loving gestures again - he  didn't have anyone who loved him so kindly, and he didn't even know who these hands belonged to. Rafe dropped his butt from its nearly downward dog position, flopping into the mud entirely out of pure exhaustion. He was just so, so tired. So sad and so tired.

  Rafe slowly calmed himself as he felt the mystery hands run themselves through his hair and over his neck in rhythmic motions. They were so gentle and so kind, Rafe questioned who would treat a monster like himself with so much love and care, even if it was just for a moment. As his breathing slowed and the waterworks died down, Rafe came to his senses enough to hear that whoever the hands belonged to was humming softly to him. It wasn't a tune he recognized, but that made it even more comforting.

   Shamefully, Rafe opened his eyes and lifted his red face from the lap that he had properly soaked with his tears. He felt guilty just for that. Looking up, Rafe was met with concerned eyes belonging to none other than Kiara Carrera. "Rafe? Can you hear me?"

  Rafe heard her, but he was terrified. He didn't know how to respond. Glancing over, he was met with the wide eyes of none other than JJ, John B, Pope, and his own sister. He was mortified.

  "Rafe?" Kiara, while in no way liking the other male, couldn't help but be concerned when he collapsed in a full meltdown after being pushed; Kiara had seen him function fine in far worse fights than that. Rafe didn't seem right, and although he never truly did, she knew Rafe enough to know that this was not what normal out of his mind Rafe was like. No, this was very different.

  Rafe shifted his eyes down and nodded, closing his fingers together in his lap. Kiara was just glad for some acknowledgment that he had heard her. She sighed lightly.

  "Okay, good. Can you help me understand what's going on?" Kiara asked kindly. She didn't intentionally start speaking to Rafe like he was a scared child, but when he wasn't answering her, she didn't know how else to talk to him.

   Rafe wasn't sure how to explain what he felt. He felt like he was broken and this wasn't a normal thing to feel. Without looking up, Rafe spoke quietly. "Fuzzy."

  Kiara scrunched her eyebrows together. "Fuzzy? You feel fuzzy?"

  Rafe nodded and then paused. Even quieter this time, he spoke again. "Broken."

  Without a second thought, Sarah intervened. No matter how much Rafe did to hurt her, she couldn't watch her own brother sit in the mud any longer. "Hey, Kiara? Why don't you bring him in to change."

  Kiara sent Sarah a grateful smile. John B, JJ, and Pope made no effort to help, but they separated off to the side to give the girls a clear path into the chateau. Carefully, Kiara stood herself up, extending her hands back down for Rafe to grab onto. Hesitantly, Rafe did just that, He grasped Kiara's hands clumsily, using them to support himself on wobbly legs as he stood. It took a lot of supporting from Kiara and a lot of focus from Rafe to make it up the stairs.

   Pope and John B seemed very neutral; they were neither helping not being ignorant to Rafe. JJ, on the other hand, still sent nasty glares towards him. Rafe physically flinched away from JJ on his way through the door, stumbling into Kiara and almost making them both fall.

  "It's okay," Kiara spoke kindly. "he just doesn't understand that sometimes people aren't what they seem."

  Rafe had merely nodded, but her words meant a lot. He wanted to hug her, but he didn't think she would like it and he didn't want to make her muddier.

Sarah led them both into what Rafe assumed was John B's bedroom. Most of the items in there seemed like they would belong to him and some of Sarah's stuff mixed in with it. Sarah passed Rafe a towel, which he held in his right hand while he shivered. The blond girl then went from drawer to drawer in the dressers, pulling out some shorts and a shirt she thought would fit her skinnier older brother. He was much lankier than John B, but she figured it would just have to do.

"Here you go," Sarah passed Rafe the clothing. "the bathroom is the next room to the right, you're welcome to clean up in there if you would like."

Once again, Rafe adverted his eyes back down to the ground with a slight nod. He then shuffled slowly out of the room and the girls waited until they heard the bathroom door click to move or do anything.

Kiara turned to Sarah. "Have you ever seen him like that before? I mean I know he tried to drown you and all, but something really seems to be up there. "

Sarah nodded. "No, I completely agree. Something's up, and if we want to be even average human beings and try to sort things out, the boys have to be on board."

"Let me handle them." Kiara made a finger gesture to the kitchen.

Sarah smiled fondly and copied her gesture, directing hers towards the bathroom. "And I'll check up on him."

Sarah approached the bathroom door, gently pressing her ear against it for any signs of her older brother still getting himself cleaned up. She was met with silence. Drawing her eyebrows together, she knocked lightly and spoke up. "Hey, Rafe? Are you okay in there?"

On the other side of the door, silent tears slipped down the dirty blond boy's face as he struggled to unbutton his khaki pants. He knew how to unbutton them, he did it every day! So why couldn't he do it now? Rafe let out a frustrated whine as he yanked on the pants to no avail.

Sarah heard the small whine, knocking on the door again. "Rafe, are you okay? Do you need help?"

Rafe sniffled loudly and nodded his head, despite knowing his sister couldn't see him. "Help."

Sarah opened the bathroom door as soon as she heard his small voice, nearly melting at the sight of her older brother clad in just his ruined khakis and his socks with tear tracks down his cheeks and a pout evident on his face. She wasn't sure where this soft spot had came from, but she was pretty sure this is how she remembered Rafe before their father created a drift between them. It strangely made her happy to remember him this way. "Oh, Rafe."

Sarah watched his bottom lip quiver as he adverted his eyes to the ground. "It's okay, buddy. I can help you."

And she did just that, quickly unbuckling his pants for him and allowing him to do the rest. She gave him as much privacy as she could, turning around to grab the new pair of shorts for him, only needing to help him further with buckling those properly. John B's surf shirt somehow managed to still be a bit short on Rafe but also hugely baggy around his shoulders. Sarah giggled about it to herself, finding it funny how two boys of the same height could vary so much.

Rafe was getting very, very tired. At this time of night when he felt this way, he would normally be reading bedtime stories in Barry's camper, all curled up into his side. He let out a yawn. Sarah led Rafe back to the main area of the chateau, where the rest of the pogues were spread out along the floor or the couches. Rafe shuffled his feet as he watched all of their eyes shift to him, feeling guilty and insecure with himself all over again. Kiara elbowed John B, and he awkwardly spoke up. "You can sit over here if you want to."

Rafe looked to Sarah, seemingly asking her to confirm he was being genuine. She smiled and nodded, ushering him forward to sit on John B's right. Sarah took her seat on the couch on the other side of her brother, with Kiara by her feet. JJ and Pope were sat on the other side of John B. Lamps illuminated the space and allowed for a golden glow, the TV quietly playing the news in the background. JJ and Pope were talking amongst themselves about something Rafe couldn't bring himself to find interest in, and Sarah and Kiara did the same. John B was kicked back in his seat with his feet propped up on the coffee table and his arms folded behind his head. His eyes were closed and Rafe studied his face. He thought he looked pretty funny.

Hesitantly but curiously, with a childish hue clouding his brain, Rafe lifted up his fingers and touched John B on his nose. When the other boy's eyes opened in confusion, Rafe leaned back and erupted in a fit of giggles. Despite his better judgment, John B felt himself smiling, too.

"What, is that funny?"John B asked Rafe, a chuckle of his own escaping his lips.

Rafe smiled proudly and nodded. "Funny."

Pausing to watch Rafe for a second, John B could've sworn he had seen these very same mannerisms before. The same giggles and simple happiness that shone through Rafe's eyes; John B knew he had seen them through someone else's, he just couldn't figure out who's. Then, it hit him.

"Hey, JJ?" John B shifted his attention to his blond best friend. Rafe still watched John B intently, like a bored small child.

"What's up, B?" JJ replied, shifting his baby blue eyes from Pope to John B.

John B sighed, "Do you remember that time your cousin was being manipulated by his old dealer? Years ago, before he started his own operation?"

JJ immediately nodded. "Yeah, the dude like, controlled his head. He could shift his headspaces pretty much with a snap of his fingers. It was fucked."

John B raised his eyebrows and looked over at Sarah and Kiara, who seemed to be brought to attention like John B himself was. "Are you guys thinking what I'm thinking?"

Sarah nodded slightly. "He does buy from that Barry douche. But JJ, how did your cousin act? Rafe seems to be acting like he did when we were younger, as far as I can remember, anyway. "

"Yeah, my cousin did too. It was just like he was a little kid again, and he couldn't come out of it willingly. I don't remember how he got over it, but maybe he never did." JJ put the pieces together in his head, too. It made sense; most of the dealers on this island were all the same, with the same mind games and tricks that they would use to both protect their operations and keep them running. Since Rafe was undeniably hooked on cocaine, it seemed almost certain that what side of him they were seeing was triggered by Barry.

As the others continued to chime in around him, Rafe grew very tired of having no attention. He was trying to be patient, he really was! But it was hard; he was tired and bored and starting to get hungry. Rafe brought his legs up in a crisscross on the couch, shifting around to face his younger sister. Gently, he tugged on her hoodie sleeve and started to fiddle with it between his fingers. Sarah smiled at him, bringing her other hand up to his hair. She rubbed gentle circles in his short hair, and he relished in the feeling by leaning into her touch.

"Well," JJ spoke up. "I would say we have our best bet on what happened, and the only thing left for us to do is keep him comfortable."

"What do you think, brother? You want to crash here for the night?" Sarah asked Rafe, ruffling her hair.

Rafe smiled brightly and nodded with enthusiasm. "Food?"

Kiara giggled. "Yes buddy, we can find some food."

[aew-regression-cove]

𓆉°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ outer banks masterlist

💗 — fluff ,, ❤️‍🩹 — hurt/comfort ,, 🫧 — platonic ↓

🌷 — edits • (non agere works)

• (🎁 = gifts for friends)

☆ 01 ) Rafe Cameron —

💗 Caregiver Rafe Cameron Moodboard | One

💗 Caregiver Rafe Cameron Beach Moodboard

💗 Caregiver Rafe Cameron Moodboard | Two

💗 Caregiver Rafe Cameron Stimboard

❤️‍🩹 Regressor Rafe Cameron Moodboard

💗 Bath Time W/ Caregiver Rafe Cameron | drabble

❤️‍🩹 Nausea Flare Up W/ Caregiver Rafe Cameron | drabble

❤️‍🩹 Comfort After Long Day W/ Caregiver Rafe Cameron | drabble

❤️‍🩹 Caregiver Rafe Cameron Comforting You When Sick | drabble

💗 Caregiver Rafe Cameron W/ Sylvanian Families | drabble

💗 Caregiver Rafe Cameron Headcannons

💗 Caregiver Rafe Trying To Explain Maths | comfort thoughts 💭

💗 Caregiver Rafe Shaving His Hair | drabble

☆ 02 ) JJ Maybank —

💗 Caregiver JJ Maybank Moodboard | One

❤️‍🩹 Caregiver JJ Maybank Sick Moodboard

💗 Caregiver JJ Maybank Stimboard

🌷 'teenage dirtbag' edit

💗 Sleepy + Nauseous Reader W/ Caregiver JJ Maybank | drabble

💗 Naps W/ Caregiver JJ Maybank | drabble

💗 Movie Time W/ Caregiver JJ Maybank | drabble

💗 Caregiver JJ Maybank Gets You A Present | drabble

💗 Caregiver JJ Maybank Headcannons

💗🎁 Caregiver JJ Maybank Moodboard | Two

☆ 03 ) John B Routledge —

❤️‍🩹 Caregiver? John B Routledge Stepping Up To Look After You | drabble

💗 Caregiver John B Routledge Stimboard

💗 Caregiver John B W/ Sticker Charts | comfort thoughts 💭

☆ 04 ) Pope Heyward —

💗 Caregiver Pope Heyward Stimboard

☆ 05 ) Kiara Carrera —

💗 Regressor Kiara Carrera Stimboard

☆ 06 ) Sarah Cameron —

nothing yet . . .

☆ 07 ) Barry —

nothing yet . . .

☆ 08 ) Rafia —

🌷 'i love you, I'm sorry' edit

☆ 09 ) Multiple Characters —

💗 Caregiver Pogues Moodboard

💗 Caregiver Pogues Headcannons

💗 OBX Characters W/ LSP Dog Pairings | random thoughts 💭

💗 Caregiver John B + Regressor JJ | comfort thoughts 💭

🌷 'nothings new' edit | Rafe Cameron & JJ Maybank parallel

💗 Caregiver Pogues Stimboard

[fiction-is-life]

Secret Santa

Summary: A Good Samaritan helps Y/N and her family around the holidays.

Warnings: Mentions of the death of a parent and the surviving spouse being severely depressed, labor complications, poverty, one swear word

"(Y/N), look at that unicorn! It's so fluffy!!" (Y/N)'s five year old little sister exclaimed while they were grocery shopping, her face lit up with joy. Suddenly, though, that joy disappeared, replaced with the saddest puppy dog eyes that (Y/N) had ever seen. "If I could, I would wish for that for Christmas."

(Y/N) bit her lip as a lump formed in her throat. She wished she could tell little Anna that she could have much, much more than a five dollar stuffed animal from the grocery store, but the fact was that she wouldn't be able to afford to buy her siblings presents for Christmas. Money had always been tight, but after her mom died two years ago from labor complications when her youngest sister, Lily, was born, her dad hadn't been able to provide as well for them, unable to hold down a job due to his grief. The role of primary caregiver fell to (Y/N), and a sixteen year old girl was no substitute for two able and loving parents. They always made ends meet, but living off of tips from her job at the Island Club and money from her occasional extra shifts cleaning Kooks' houses didn't leave enough money for luxuries like presents. And the worst part was that her three kid siblings already knew that, and they couldn't be filled with wonder and joy like others around Christmas, but it would also be cruel of her to fill them with false hope that they would wake up to presents under a tree.

(Y/N) simply squeezed Anna's hand when she had recovered herself and moved to the check out line to see how far their food stamps would stretch this month. Little did she know that someone had heard their conversation.

~

(Y/N) was opening up her locker in the staff room at the Club when an envelope fell out. It didn't have anything written on it, but when she opened it, it was full of cash, five hundred dollars to be exact. (Y/N) almost screamed and her eyes welled up with tears of joy. Sitting inside her locker was also the unicorn that Anna had been admiring so much the other day. It had a little bow tied around its neck.

(Y/N) couldn't believe what was happening. Who was this Secret Santa that had chosen to help her? She couldn't remember anyone being around them at the store. This was too nice for a complete stranger to do, but she couldn't be more grateful for that kind hearted person, whoever they were. She could pay the bills for this month and next with this and the money she had already earned, possibly leaving some extra for a couple small gifts for the kids. She bit on her bottom lip while imagining the possibilities.

She had an extra spring in her step while serving the Club members in her section. She didn't even let Rafe Cameron's taunts get to her when he came in with Topper and Kelce. She also didn't notice that the one Kook boy seemed to be watching her intently.

~

The next week saw (Y/N) plotting how to surprise her siblings. She knew Anna liked everything unicorns, so she thought to give her the stuffed animal, of course, and a journal she could draw in. Her brother, Cole, had been wanting a baseball glove for ages, and Lily would be content with anything soft or fluffy. She figured she would have just enough just as somebody knocked on the beaten up front door.

"Hey, (Y/N), it's Pope! I have a delivery for you." (Y/N)'s eyebrows scrunched in confusion. She hadn't ordered anything from Pope's dad, Heyward. She opened the door to find Pope's arms completely laiden with groceries, and she saw a cooked ham and a box from a specialty bakery on the mainland that she knew to be amazing, and expensive, behind him.

"Pope, where did these all come from? I didn't order them," (Y/N) gasped as she ran to help Pope with the bags. He just shrugged and hid a smile - if anyone deserved to be rewarded for all her selflessness, it was (Y/N).

"The note didn't say, and they paid in all cash," Pope stated, confirming her suspicions that this was also the work of her mysterious Secret Santa, and she told Pope about the first gift that was left.

"Who do you think it could be? I don't have any relatives around here and they seemed to know exactly what we needed, so it must be someone I know," (Y/N) explained.

Pope shrugged again. "Maybe you have a secret admirer."

(Y/N) scoffed, "Yeah, right, Pope. Who with this kind of money would admire me? A Kook?" (Y/N) laughed, trying to imagine someone like Rafe Cameron liking her.

Pope didn't seem to find the possibility so laughable. He had noticed one Kook in particular that seemed to always be caught staring at her when he thought nobody was looking. "Well, whoever it is, you deserve it," Pope stated. "I wish I could stay, but I have more deliveries to make. I'll see you."

"See you, Pope, thank you for bringing these."

"No problem, (Y/N). Hope you can figure out your Kooky secret admirer!" Pope smirked.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. "It's probably some charity, Pope! You're incorrigible," she yelled after him, but he just gave her a shit-eating grin before turning the corner. She rolled her eyes again before going back into the house to unpack all of those groceries.

~

The next gift came on Christmas Eve. She had taken the kids to the town square to see the Christmas tree and all of the pretty lights. She came back to a back porch full of wrapped presents. They were clearly marked with who they were for, and she made sure that the kids didn't go back there so she could surprise them with gifts from Santa along with the ones she bought.

She also tried to analyze the handwriting, and she thought it looked familiar but she couldn't quite place it. After the kids were put to bed, she quietly moved the presents under their makeshift Christmas tree - ie. the vase full of pretty weeds she and Lily had picked the other day with a bow tied around them. Once that was done she went to climb into bed herself, for once excited for Christmas morning.

~

(Y/N) woke up to squeals of delight, then three pairs of feet pounding down the hallway to her door. The next thing she knew two small bodies were hugging her, with a third grabbing onto her ankles as she couldn't climb onto the bed.

"Santa came! Santa came! He brought us presents!" Her siblings shouted as they tugged her to the living room to see the presents she had placed there last night.

"He sure did! Let's open them!" (Y/N) exclaimed, taking Lily onto her lap so she could help her open her presents. Each child was overjoyed with their gifts, and they spent the rest of the day until they went to John B's house to cook the ham and celebrate with the Pogues playing with them.

~

It was as the small family trudged wearily back to their house that the gift giver was finally unveiled. (Y/N) looked up from Lily's sleeping form in her arms to see a frosted-tipped head bending over their doorknob, apparently trying to hang something from it, and she realized that she knew their handwriting from the many credit card slips they had signed at the Club. She stopped dead in her tracks, unbelieving that Pope had been right about a Kook being the Secret Santa. For it was none other than Topper Thornton on her porch, caught red handed doing the nicest thing anyone had ever done for her.

He turned around at the sound of laughter from Cole and Anna, and both he and (Y/N) could only stare at each other for a while, until even the kids noticed the awkwardness and slipped inside to play with their new toys. (Y/N) still held little Lily.

"So, it's been you this whole time." Her mouth hung open slightly. He looked down, his cheeks burning bright red, and he nodded softly. She smiled the most angelic, beatific smile Topper had ever seen. "How can I ever thank you?"

That made his head snap up sharply. "That is not why I did all this. I didn't even want to get caught; I just wanted you and your family to have a nice Christmas." His eyes burned with intense sincerity, pleading for her to understand.

She soflty walked up to him and teased, "Beings as your plan went awry, I'd like to thank you, so you have to accept it."

He nodded and told her she was welcome. Then, he quickly shoved the box he had been trying to hang on the doorknob into her hands. "This is for you. You should have something special too, not just the kids." If it was possible, he blushed even harder as she opened up the box to reveal a simple yet elegant gold and pearl necklace that was obviously very expensive. She gasped and looked up at him with wide eyes.

"Topper, you really shouldn't have," she exclaimed. "It's too much."

"I don't think the same. Not with everything you give to others." Again his eyes felt like they were burning a hole in her soul, until they shifted into a version of the confident Topper she knew when he said, "But if you really feel like you need to repay me, how about we go on a date?"

It was her turn to blush as she shyly nodded, saying, "I would love to, Topper."

~

My Masterlist

[makebank]

here is my promised 500 celebration. this is in no way near everything but just things i’ve personally read. happy reading!

* clearly i have read way too much jj and topper so feel free to send in suggestions for other characters. i will update as i read more

one shots:

- phone sex by @popcsheyward​

- everywhere by @storiesbymads​

- beautiful mess by @midnightmagicmusings​

- need a hand? by @poguelifesurfshop​

- smartass by @sortagaysortahigh​

- manipulating bitch by @mayraki

- mark by @obxlife

- tattoos by @obxmxybxnk

- the art of comfort by @heypope

- 24 hours by @obxmxybxnk

- what does jj stand for? by @maybanktho

- does your pretty face see what he’s worth by @thirstystarkey

- teach me by @rudysrings

- swim school by @midnightmagicmusings

- kiss the girl by @jjsmaybcnk

- the morning after by @jensensfanfic

- pizza girl by @kookkyra

- you forgot about me by @obxmxybxnk

- newton’s law of beer bong by @obx-snippets

- a little reminder by @imagines-r-s

- the right path by @mayraki

- brat by @popcsheyward

- straight simpin by @maybanksbaby

- now we’re sinking by @maybankiara

- lucky by @popcsheyward

- seeking comfort by @poguelifesurfshop

- friends don’t by @collecting-stories

- rooftop by @mdlyncline​

- all these years by @softstarkey​

- i’ll be there by @oopmyheartwent-obx​

- best friend’s brother by @ptersparkers​

- meeting the fam by @oopmyheartwent-obx

-  introverted by @thatshithurted8​

- unsend by @skiesofthesketchy​

- body language by @skiesofthesketchy​

- the long & winding country roads by @void-maybank​

- the soulmate switch by @goldenhanna​

- salad days & a shark tooth necklace by @girlsru1eboysdroo1​

- stood up by @mydogisveryadorbs​

- august by @rekrappeter​

- love  sick by @ad-infinitums​

series:

- don’t forget where you belong by @harrysbbby

- collateral by @hellimagines

- feel something by @diverdcwn

- illicit affairs by @rekrappeter

- unplanned by @obxmxybxnk

- glass heart by @mrsmaybankhere

- far from home by @mdlyncline

- a mermaid tale by @mayraki

- grease by @shawnssongs​

- hero/heroine by @bricksatanakinswindow

- tidal waves by @spilledtee

- dying for your kiss by @spilledtee

- hook ups by @popcsheyward

- art to my soulmate by @rretrophilee

- no i don’t by @heyhey-heyward

- hate can sound like love by @thirstystarkey

- the list by @poguelifesurfshop

- rules of benefit by @harrysbbby

- jj maybank must die by @lunarliza

- fake boyfriend by @lunarliza

- the bet @tcmholland

- fuck a cheater by @overly-b

- the romantic tirades of indie routledge by @void-maybank

- don’t feel by @outrebanx​

- ready to run by @thatbloodymuggle​

- study sessions by @ptersparkers​ and @storiesbymads​

- obx assasins by @pit-zuh​

- how to get the girl by @ad-infinitums​ and @socialwriter​

- fine line by @kookkyra​

- don’t mess with the troublemakers by @mayraki​

- i knew you were trouble by @kookkyra​

- threat of joy by @futuretaxcheat​

- game of survival by @mermaidssonshipss​ and @void-maybank​

one shots:

- first times a charm by @sortagaysortahigh

- would you let me call you dude? by @sortagaysortahigh

- sleep beside me by @rafecameron

- silent auction by @writingwithciara

- yoga by @https-luna

- golf glove by @storiesbymads

- on top by @anonymous0writer

- something more by @stargazingstarkey

- a new start by @shawnssongs

- lazy day by @jjmaybanksblog

- call me by @storiesbymads

- give you anything by @diverdcwn

- that kiss by @strkydrw

- new thing by @prkerspogue

- between you and i by @rafecameron

- rushed by @softstarkey

- honest man by @butgilinsky

- miss new york by @https-luna

- locker room by @countryclubstarkey

- gently rough by @spilledtee

- something different by @jjpogue

series:

- the night we said hello by @bricksatanakinswindow (kinda others too)

- white boys series by @sortagaysortahigh

- who do you love series by @rafecameron

one shots:

- watch by @roxa-sos (also topper)

- partners in crime or lovers? by @thirstystarkey

- holy touch by @storiesbymads

- slow down by @starlightstarkey

- an introduction by @calumbroutledge

- my sunshine by @https-luna

- stuck in the middle by @https-luna

- it won’t be like this for long by @https-luna

- and just like that, you left me begging on my knees by @bricksatanakinswindow

- super rich kids by @harrysbbby

- the devil and his maybes by @spilledtee

- the other girl by @anonymous0writer​

- handprints by @sortagaysortahigh​

- favorite t-shirt by @softstarkey​

- garden furniture by @rafecameron​

- hotbox by @ptersparkers​

- super spies by @rafecameron​

series:

- how to be a heart breaker series by @diverdcwn and @rekrappeter

- the edge of tonight by @bricksatanakinswindow

- feelings by @bricksatanakinswindow

- pope’s secret by @ptersparkers

- still not sorry by @diverdcwn

- caregiver by @diverdcwn

- teaching kiara how to braid by @harrysbbby

- dress code by @jiaraendgame

- just friends by @poguelifesurfshop

- double the j by @spilledtee (also jj)

- primal by @spilledtee​

- hold me by @obxsummer​

one shots:

- fake it til you make it by @tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar

- hells kitchen angel by @mermaidssonshipss

series:

- young and beautiful by @poguesrforlife

- depth over distance by @nakedmossy

others:

- pogue v. kook by @ptersparkers

- kelce: night swim by @butgilinsky​

- the maybanks by @ptersparkers​

[matthewtkachuk]

obx masterlist

JJ Maybank

baby you were my picket fence

Three and a half weeks after your break up with JJ you miss missing him. A tropical storm has you reaching out to the boy who still has your whole heart.

feel something (series)

On the outside, you’re a kook princess with a seemingly perfect life and a perfect family. The expectations are suffocating you, to the point where the only thing you feel is numb. You’re chasing different coping mechanisms in order to feel something. Until a chance encounter with a certain blond pogue you know you’re supposed to hate gives rise to a different kind of feeling.

say you love me (blurb)

the one where jj tickles you until you admit you love him

everything you’ve ever wanted (blurb)

the one where you leave for college and jj takes you to the airport

your voice, it calls me (blurb)

the one where you don’t like talking on the phone, but JJ always calls you instead of texting. JJ admits that it’s because he wants to hear your voice

about love (blurb)

the one where jj doesn’t know a lot about love, but he knows you

mistaken identity

jj mistakes you for a touron, despite the fact that he’s been copying your test answers for years and pined after you just as long. will you let him take you on a date to make it up to you and win you over?

Rafe Cameron

nicotine

You’re already addicted to cigarettes, and Rafe is worse than nicotine

distractions (blurb)

the one where you’re on a zoom call with your professor and rafe needs to be the center of your attention

ignore me (smut)

you’re mad at rafe for fighting so you give him the silent treatment. rafe has to resort to desperate measures to get you to stop ignoring him

forgive me (smut) - sequel to ignore me

you’re ready to forgive rafe, but first you’re going to make him work for it

surprise (blurb)

the one where rafe’s been acting shady and you think he’s forgotten your birthday

how to be a heartbreaker (series) co-written with my love @rekrappeter

Rafe Cameron’s privileged upbringing has let him get away with far too much, for far too long. Between his tormenting of the pogues, running his mouth without consequence, and arrogant attitude, it’s time someone knocked him down a peg. Breaking his bones didn’t work, but maybe you can break his heart.

speak now

it’s the day of your wedding and, even though it’s been two years, you can’t stop thinking about the one who got away. little do you know he’s also consumed with thoughts of you and he’s not ready to give up just yet

the essay (smut)

rafe’s having issues with his philosophy class, especially the paper worth thirty percent of his grade. you’ve already taken the class, crushed the essay, and rafe offers to take care of you if you take care of the paper for him

aviophobia

a rough flight provokes your fear of flying, luckily your cute seat mate is willing to hold your hand and help you through it

keep your friends close and make out with your enemies

you’ve hated rafe cameron your entire life, though at this point you don’t really remember why. you were always told that the more a boy picks on you the more he likes you, but that couldn’t be true… could it?

Topper Thornton

mad woman

the one where topper’s insecurities and jealousy have driven you mad

give you anything (blurb)

the one where topper would give you anything if you asked

Pope Heyward

51. Please tell me you’re sorry, I need to hear you say it

the one where pope is ashamed of his kook girlfriend

still not sorry (sequel to please tell me you’re sorry, i need to hear you say it)

the one where pope broke your heart, but still can’t say he’s sorry

caregiver (blurb)

the one where your bad day has you seeking pope for comfort

Blurb Night

JJ Maybank

44. “I’ll drive you to the hospital.”

16. Celebratory hug

40. It was my fault for thinking you might care

Rafe Cameron

14. “How heartbreaking.”

Topper Thornton

17. “I can’t sleep.” / 18. “I can’t breathe.” / 40. “Do you think I wanted this?”

9. You’re jealous aren’t you

89. “I noticed.” / 90. “You can tell me anything.”

Pope Heyward

2. Sleepy hug

40. “I made this for you.”

4. comfort hug

16. “It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

[steddiemunsington]

Kie and the Bee

notes: (mainly) cg!sarah + little!kie, cg!pope, little!jj, bee sting

Today was one of the days where all of the Pogues could be together and just lay around without a care in the world. The group opted on a picnic in a semi-secluded field, somewhere the regressors could run around freely and play as they wished and the group could all have some peace. JJ and Kiara were regressed and content, holding hands and running off as soon as they'd made it to the field.

The non-regressed members of the group sat around the large picnic blanket, munching on snacks and chatting away. Kiara and JJ were crouched in the grass picking flowers when a sharp cry interrupts the peaceful air. The caregivers all sit up quickly, attention snapping towards the littles.

Kiara sits in the grass some feet away, holding her leg as JJ ran to them. JJ quickly informs them that she'd been stung by a bee, and Pope and Sarah react quickly. They hurry over to the girl who clutches her leg tightly and has tears streaming down her cheeks. She wants to call to Sarah, but the only thing that comes out of her mouth is a whimper as she reaches a hand out to her caregiver.

"Hey, hey, hey princess," Sarah shushes her, petting her hair and kissing her head. Kiara whimpers as Pope moves her hands away from her leg so that he can look for himself. Sure enough, a large red welt is forming on her calf.

Pope looks at her sympathetically, knowing the pain of it is probably doubled now that she's in her younger headspace. But the bee stinger is still inside her leg.

"I'm gonna pull the stinger out, okay?" he tells her.

For a split second she wants to protest, but she knew that if anybody knew what they were doing it was Pope, so she allows him to quickly pull the stinger out of her leg. As soon as it's done, she's scrambling into Sarah's arms, silently begging the blonde to hold her. Sarah coos at the baby, rubbing her back in gentle circles.

"C'mon Kie, let's go take care of that sting, okay?" Pope gently pulls her from Sarah so that he can pick the girl up, knowing Sarah probably would've struggled to get up with her. Kiara is pliant and allows Pope to scoop her up, sniffling cutely as she's taken back to the picnic blanket, where Cleo and John B are there to shower her with even more affection.

Pope rinses the sting with a bottle of water and Sarah gives Kiara a pain pill. She pulls the little into her chest and runs her fingers through her hair until Kiara feels better enough to go back to playing with JJ.

something short and sweet cuz i've been thinking about baby kie. sorry if theres writing errors i wrote this at 1am and barely proofread

[steddiemunsington]

im so addicted to these and i bet jj would have them 🥹 pope bought them for him

[steddiemunsington]

Small JJ sometimes calls Pope “Bubba”

MY CUTE LIL BABY yes bubba/bubby are his designated titles for pope :’) and he calls john b ‘bee’

[starkeyshirt]

"But there's puppies, Maddie!"

little! drew

caregivers! the rest of the crew

it's common knowledge that drew could fall in love with every dog he meets, and just that happens when the group comes across some puppies on set!

this is very short compared to my usual writing, but i just couldn't resist! it seemed like such a sweet little idea in my head and i just had to write it. i promise my next post will be longer!

<<•>>

"Come on Drew, we've gotta go!"

"But there's puppies, Maddie!" A small pout was visible on the short haired boy's face as three little puppies danced around him. Drew was sitting on his bum with his legs spread out all wonky, looking at the squirmy little animals with nothing but pure adoration.

If there was anything Drew loved the most in the entire world, it would have to be puppies. They didn't even have to be itty bitty babies like these ones, he just loved dogs in general.

Neither Drew nor Madelyn even knew who's puppies they were. The little dogs had to have belonged to someone on set to be there, therefore they saw nothing wrong with stopping for a few cuddles on their way out. Madelyn, Madison, Rudy, Chase, Jonathan, and Austin were all simultaneously regretting such decision as they watched Drew sit spread out and giggling on the floor with puppies licking his face.

It wasn't that they didn't enjoy seeing their friend happy, because they truly did! The only issues were that it was late, they were tired, and everyone was rather groggy or grumpy and ready to head back to their hotel rooms for the night. Drew had been too - he was very tired all afternoon and fighting with his headspace all throughout filming. Somehow just the sight of those puppies helped all of his tiredness slip from his mind, and allowed for a headspace slip as well.

"Come on, Drew. You've seen enough of the puppies, yeah? They need sleep too." Chase coaxed, hoping they could gather up their coworker and be on their way without any major tantrums. Chase was risking it by even speaking to Drew with that tone while in public, but from what he could see, Drew was well past slipping anyway, and some coddling wouldn't hurt.

Drew whined and looked up at his friends with big, round eyes. He pouted. "But Chase, I like the puppies."

Rudy smiled in fondness and sympathy. "I'm sure the puppies like you too, Bubba. But if we go home now, maybe we can get here early enough tomorrow to see the puppies again! How does that sound?"

Drew pouted deeper and rubbed at his eyes a little. He was really tired and the thought of going to sleep in a nice warm bed was very, very tempting. But still, he didn't want to leave the puppies behind. "We take puppies?"

Austin chuckled and shook his head. "They're not our puppies, bud. That would be puppy-napping."

"And that would make the puppies sad." Madison chimed in, knowing that Drew would be completely against making the puppies sad in any way, shape, or form.

Drew gasped. Very gently, he kissed the brown and white puppy on his lap on his tiny head before setting him gently on the ground beside him. He scooted himself up, waving to the little creatures. "I don't want to make you sad, puppies. Bye-bye."

Drew took Jonathan's hand and accepted his aid in climbing out of the puppies' enclosure. Once he was out, Chase patted him on his back. "Thank you for listening to us, Buddy."

Drew smiled big and wide. He liked it when he made his friends happy. In his little mind, puppies made everyone happy.

[starkeyshirt]

hey guys! i've come to notice that across all platforms there's not much content regarding age regression with the outer banks characters. i'm planning on dedicating this account to creating oneshots, drabbles, headcannons, and more for these amazing characters!

feel free to request anything, i will try my best to fulfill your wishes!

who i will write for:

jj maybank

rafe cameron

john b routledge

pope heyward

kiara carrera

sarah cameron

cleo anderson

topper thornton

i'm truly not picky! i favor rafe and jj entirely , but i will write for anyone as long as i'm given a prompt! i will write any character as both littles and caregivers!

i will also write for actors if that's something readers would be interested in. so if there are any requests anyone has for drew starkey, rudy pankow, madelyne cline, etc, please share them with me!

this will be a safe for work blog. if you are not comfortable with age regression, simply do not interact. there is not need to be rude and all hate will be blocked. zero tolerance.

[matthewtkachuk]

caregiver - pope heyward

the one where your bad day has you seeking pope for comfort

warnings: fluff, bad day :( 

pairing: pope heyward x reader

word count: 768

a/n: inspired by the lil tumble i took today and the fact that my knee is still on fire smh, this one goes out to my bb blake because she deserves comfort!pope @bluesiderudy​

It had decidedly not been a good day. Everything that possibly could have gone wrong, did. You woke up late, your car took forever to start, your boss yelled at you for being ten minutes late and some stupid kooks had tormented you through your entire shift. To top it all off, you had tripped when you got home, falling right onto the ground and busting your knee. You had cried there on the ground for five minutes, allowing you that time to feel sorry for yourself before you got up and brushed yourself off. After a long shower, you headed over to your boyfriend’s house, wanting nothing more than to curl up in his arms.

The drive wasn’t too bad, luckily the knee you hurt wasn’t your driving leg, but the walk up to Pope’s hurt. By the time you slipped into his bedroom it felt like your knee was on fire, and you couldn’t stop the slight limp as you walked over to him. He was sitting up in bed against the headboard, shirtless reading some complicated looking book. You wanted nothing more than to slip in under the covers with him and slide into his arms. The thought made you sigh a little as you shut the door behind you.

“Why are you limpin’ honey?” Pope asked concernedly, putting his bookmark into his novel and setting it on his bedside table. He motioned for you to come get in as he scooted over a little, making room for you on your side of the bed.

Your lip wobbled and your eyes filled with fresh tears as you shrugged, “tripped.”

“C’mere bub,” he said softly, opening his arms for you. You crawled into his bed awkwardly, conscious of your left knee, before falling into his arms. “Bad day?” he asked, wrapping you up tightly, shifting a little so that you lied between his legs.

You nodded against his chest where your head rested. “Bad day,” you confirmed, blinking back your tears.

“Wanna talk about it,” he offered, like he always offered. Sometimes you felt like talking, sometimes you didn’t but he always offered you the opportunity.

“It started off bad…” you explained the events of your day, finishing with, “…and then I tripped and I just.. I just sat there on the ground for like five minutes and cried. Does that make me pathetic?”

“Nah,” he pushed a stray strand of hair from where it had fallen in your eyes, continuing to smooth down your hair as he spoke soothingly, “You were already having a bad day and that just compounded everything else.

You nodded contemplatively, lost in thoughts again before you tilted your head up to look up at him, “Pope?”

“Yeah honey?” He asked, smiling down at you. You were his favorite person, and though he didn’t enjoy the sight of you in tears, he loved that he was the one you turned to when you had a bad day. He loved being the one you confided in, the one you trusted with your good days and your bad days and all your secrets. Truthfully, if he could lie here with you for the rest of his life, he would be happy. “What do you need?”

“Cuddles,” you pouted before thinking further, “actually probably some aspirin and ice, my knee is killing me.” He shifted underneath you, carefully moving you off of him without knocking your knee. “Where you goin’?”

“To get you some painkillers and ice, you’re right you should probably be icing it,” He grabbed a pillow and fluffed it momentarily before gently placing it underneath your knee, “and you should raise it.”

Smiling at him as he quickly walked out of the room, you closed your eyes against the pillow wondering how you ever got this lucky. He wasn’t gone long, quickly returning with a couple pills and water, alongside an icepack wrapped in a dishtowel. After taking the painkillers and chasing it with the glass of water you lied back down and waited for Pope’s comforting embrace to engulf you from behind. He placed the icepack on your knee and held it for you. Placing one hand on top of his on your knee, the other going underneath the pillow, you shifted further into his arms.

“This okay?” he asked softly, kissing your hairline.

“Perfect,” you smiled, eyes fluttering shut. Sleep found you quickly, a combination of exhaustion related to working a long shift and just the complete toll the day had taken on you.

“I love you,” he whispered to your sleeping self and held you a little closer.

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