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steddiemunsington · 1 month ago
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Kie and the Bee
notes: (mainly) cg!sarah + little!kie, cg!pope, little!jj, bee sting
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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
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starkeyshirt · 6 months ago
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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).
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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.
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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."
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jjtheresidentbaby · 11 months ago
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˚. ❝₊˚ 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 ˚₊·
» sarah cameron & topper thornton || on my ao3
͟͟͞꒰➳ summary: following the scene in s2e6 where topper saves sarah from rafe trying to drown her — topper navigates trying to take care of little!sarah when he isn’t quite sure what’s going on
» warnings: little!sarah, caregiver!topper, swearing, crying, talk of canon violence/events, references to child/family abuse, talk of weight changes/not eating, past topper/sarah
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“You got that? You got that Rafe?!” The words tremble just slightly as Topper grits them through his teeth, dropping Rafe to the ground and not letting his bloodied face be in his sight for another second before he turns to Sarah.
“Sarah, Sarah you okay? Can you breathe?” Topper’s hand shakes the smallest amount, resting in the air unsure if he’s allowed to touch Sarah or if that’ll make her very obvious panic worse. She blinks at him hard and sucks in a shaky breath.
“M’okay.” She’s not. Topper knows that and it makes his jaw clench tight in anger all over again, debating for half a second if turning back around to beat on Rafe some more is worth it, but then Sarah timidly reaches out for him and all that rage slips away.
He can’t get her held in his arms any quicker and reassurances start to naturally fall from his lips. It’s too cold for Sarah to be out here in the night when she’s sopping wet, she shouldn’t be stuck in the place where something so traumatic happened either, and the grip she has on the back of Topper’s shirt tells him he won’t be letting her out of his sight anytime soon.
“Sarah, can you walk? We can get on my boat and get away from here.” Away from her absolutely deranged family. Topper always knew Rafe was a loose cannon and Ward gave him a bad vibe since the day he met him but this- Rafe almost drowning his own sister- it’s so much worse than Topper ever thought. It makes a million questions pop into his head, terrified that this isn’t the first bout of violence Sarah’s faced from her family, overthinking every interaction he’s ever observed of Sarah and her family together.
Has this been going on for a long time? Months? Years? When did it get this bad? Maybe this is why she was so attached to John B so quickly, he’s nothing like her family, the farthest thing from it, Topper doubts he even knew Sarah’s step-moms name before they started dating. Shit- was Sarah ever scared of Topper because he hung around Rafe? Did she think he would hurt her?
The back of Topper’s throat turns sour with the thought and he shakes himself back to reality. Sarah hasn’t moved away from his neck, still shaking in place, her freezing nose tucked right up against his hot skin as Topper carefully cradles a hand to the back of her head. Her hair is hardening with the cold water and air from the sea, they really need to get out of here.
“Do you… want me to carry you?” His eyes squeeze shut with the ask because he knows it’s probably the last thing he should be saying. But Sarah’s always loved being carried around, she’d jump on Topper’s back any chance she could get even before they dated, giggling happily when he’d run around with her and bounce her up higher. He’d do anything to hear that giggle right now.
“Y-yeah, please.” The barely audible whisper of Sarah’s voice snaps Topper’s heart to a million pieces all over again.
“Okay I got you.” It’s easier than it was in the past to heft Sarah onto his hip, even with the wet clothes she’s lighter, thinner, he wonders how many days she went without eating when her and John b were stuck running from the cops. There should be food at the boat house he’s planning on taking them to.
The walk over to Topper’s boat is short but actually climbing onto the boat takes a minute or two, Sarah’s unwilling to let go of him and he’s scared of missing his step and falling into the water with her. He manages to get them both on safely but Sarah still won’t let him put her down on the bench of the boat. Something’s shifted in how she’s acting that Topper can’t quite place but it makes his whole chest fill with protective energy. The way she’s leaning on him, curled in as close as possible when he sits on the chair in front of the steering wheel, her hands in a loose grip on his shirt still, eyes wide and terrified— she looks so small — it makes Topper feel impossibly more responsible for her. There’s no way she can be responsible for herself right now, she must be in shock, too out of it to do anything but silently cry against Topper’s chest.
“I know somewhere we can go, somewhere warm, somewhere safe.” He murmurs and reaches to grab a stray blanket that’s draped over the bench of the boat from earlier in the day when Topper spent a good hour sleeping in the sun. Sarah used to say he was like a cat, always attracted to sun spots, but then she started to do the same and they could only laugh about it. A nap like that would probably be good for Sarah right now, it’d at least warm her up- but it’s night and the farther out into the water they drive the colder it gets.
“We’re almost there.” Topper assures when he feels Sarah shiver against him, nodding weakly in acknowledgment. The boat house truly isn’t far and he can see the outside light that’s always flipped on when it gets dark out, but the five minutes still feels like an eternity.
“Do you wanna walk in on your own?” Despite internally cringing as he asks the question because surely Sarah’s okay to walk now- Sarah only shakes her head against his chest. It makes the worry Topper’s had this entire time grow even worse, but he’d never tell her no so he quickly gets the boat tied down - reluctantly leaving Sarah sitting alone on the captain's chair as he does- before coming to scoop her up into his arms bridal style and carry her inside.
“Here’s a towel, I should have some sweatpants and a shirt somewhere around here just give me a sec to find them.” Topper really doesn’t want to leave Sarah sitting on the daybed by herself but she needs to change out of those soaked clothes sooner rather than later.
It takes a lot of digging and a few random swimsuits flung to the floor but eventually Topper finds a pair of jogger sweatpants and a loose shirt, both dry, both much warmer than the small jean shorts and t-shirt Sarah’s in now. She’s busy patting her hair dry, though the action is a little uncoordinated and clumsy, Topper moves to swipe the towel across her hair without thinking.
“Thanks.” It’s a mumble and Sarah’s eyes stare at her hands fidgeting in her lap rather than at Topper.
“Course. Here I’ll stand outside while you get changed.” The last thing he wants is to make Sarah feel uncomfortable so he slips back out onto the landing of the boat house after handing her the new clothes.
It’s already colder outside than when they first arrived despite how little time has passed. Topper momentarily thinks about taking Sarah back to his house for the night. It'd be nicer, probably safer, but his parents just got home from a week-long trip and won’t appreciate him sneaking his ex-girlfriend into his room at ten at night. Even if it’s not for any reason other than to take care of Sarah, not that he can exactly explain that, there’s no way anyone would believe him if he said he caught Rafe trying to drown Sarah when he went out to the docks to get his phone charger from the boat. It’d sound absurd. Like some excuse just to have Sarah stay the night. It’ll be better if she stays here.
“T-top?” The sight of Sarah all but drowning in Topper’s shirt as she sits cross legged on the bed almost makes Topper audibly go ‘awe.’ It’s not how he’s used to feeling about Sarah, there’s nothing romantic about the feeling, she just looks so small and innocent like this it’s pulling on his heart strings.
“Any warmer?” He tugs the blanket back over her shoulders even as Sarah nods to him.
“It’s late, you should sleep.” Not that Topper really wants to leave her out here alone to do so, but she looks exhausted and probably feels worse than she looks considering everything.
“Wait- will you stay?” His wrist gets caught when he turns to walk out of the door again.
“You sure?” Sarah hums and Topper hesitantly moves to sit on the edge of the bed, keenly aware that this might be a bad idea. It’s not that he thinks anything will happen- there’s no way- but Sarah might regret having had him stay in the morning.
“Sarah, you okay?” The answer is blatant, no she isn’t, she just climbed her way to be nearly sitting in Topper’s lap with her head on his chest and arms around his middle, she’d never do that under normal circumstances.
Even when they were a couple she always preferred to lay her head on his shoulder and hold his hand or throw her legs atop his so he could brush his fingertips up and down her calfs- she never wanted to be this close, never clung onto him like she is right now. He doesn’t know what to do in this situation- she’s dating John b, obviously likes him more than she ever liked Topper in a romantic way, and while this feels the farthest thing from romantic, Topper’s still weary of where the line of too much is.
“It’s okay, you can go to sleep, I’m right here.” The reassurances fall from his lips in spite of his personal worry, he simply wraps his arms around her back and gently brushes his thumb up and down on her spine til her eyes flutter shut.
The morning may be awkward and Topper still isn’t sure why Sarah’s behavior has changed so much but for now he does his best to make sure Sarah feels comforted. It’s the least he can do after the hell she’s experienced tonight with Rafe, and he can worry about John b possibly kicking his ass later, he doesn't care as long as Sarah is safe tonight.
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kkayyerr · 2 months ago
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S1!Rafe Cameron caregiver headcanons.
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– The first time you would tell Rafe about your age regression he would be so confused. He definitely never had heard about that before, but to your surprise he won’t judge you and even would try to educate himself on that topic.
– It would take time, but he’ll get there.
– Doesn’t mean that he would be a classic caregiver, though.
– He will give you cigarettes if you ask nicely, but only to make his point about you being too little to actually smoke.
– „What’s wrong, baby? Your cuffing, I guess smoking isn’t for the little girls after all, right?”
– He would mock you a lot. Like A LOT.
– „What happened, little one? Need daddy to hold you? Where is my sweet Mrs. independent?"
– Topper and Kelce would also mock and tease you a lot, which would only make you hide your pretty face in the Rafe’s neck, hugging him tighter.
– Overprotective.
– Especially when he sees you around Pogues.
– „I warn you, if you even think about leaving my side tonight I’ll get you a leash, baby.”
– He won’t actually called it age regression out loud, so you won’t get embarrassed.
– „Baby, you know I want you near me when you….well in that state.”
– He’s not very touchy person, but he loves hugging you and make you feel comfortable. He won’t admit it, though.
– Hold your hand when both of you are in public. All. The. Time.
– Won’t let Sarah babysit you because of the „bad influence” which would make you so confused.
– „Sarah are a bad girl, baby. You wanna be my good little girl, right?”
– Probably won’t let anyone near you when you’re in the littlespace.
– Won’t let you near his deals with Barry.
– „My baby, you’re mine.”
– It’s hard for him to believe that you actually love him unconditionally. But he’ll try.
– Loves to give you rides on his bike, because of how tightly you’ll hold him from behind.
– „Baby, you’re gonna squeeze me to death”
– Kisses on the cheeks and head pats when you’re behaving.
– Warning gazes when you don’t.
– Loves to see you struggle to ask for something or just speak directly to him.
– „C’mon, use your big girl words."
– Buy you stuffies and other cute things (when all his money not invested in drugs.)
– „So you named that teddy bear after me? Well, I think I’m starting to get jealous.”
– At the end of the day, Rafe Cameron might not be a cliché caregiver, but that doesn’t mean that his little girl isn’t the most precious thing that he has in his life.
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tinylilacbun · 7 months ago
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Sarah Cameron as a caregiver
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You mostly call her mommy or momma.
Spoils you rotten and comforts you when you start crying from joy because you're not used to it since you grew up on the cut.
Her favorite pet names for you are: baby, angel, sweetie, puppy/pup.
She's the best at gifting! If you haven't seen each other for a while she always hands you a small gift bag filled with some of your special interest, may it be a squishmellow, a new anklet, stickers, or more crayons with color books.
Takes you shopping on a regular basis, sometimes even let's Wheezie join you both when you're in a older headspace and feel comfortable.
She's heavy on physical touch, holding hands at any given chance, hugging you from behind and placing her chin on your shoulder, playing with your hair while cuddling, nose/cheek kisses.
Definitely gets cuteness aggression sometimes and just squishes your cheeks together, cooing at you while you giggle. "God- you're so cute! I just wanna eat you!!" Has to comfort you after you start to cry from taking it literally...
Let's you play with her hair, just sitting on the ground scrolling on her phone while you work around her, braiding some strains and putting glittery pins or little bows here and there.
She has an ever growing collection of the bracelets you make her and changes them each week because she cherishes anything you make for her by hand.
Late afternoon walks on the beach when you both need some distance from your families.
The first time she invited you to Midsummers you ended up involuntarily slipping in the bathroom because of all the judging glances from the stuck up kooks that Sarah just grabbed your hand and ditched the event without second thought, not caring about the possible scolding she would get from Ward the next day.
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aew-regression-cove · 2 months ago
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caregiver rafe cameron headcannons
𓆉°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・ regressor reader
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He doesn't have a clue what he's doing... Like not at all- (let's please remember him offering Wheezie drugs completely forgetting she was only 13 💀)
^ I do see him genuinely trying his best though.
If he cares about an individual he will do anything for them- even if he's not always the best at showing that.
He has the money to spoil you-
Rafe genuinely loves the amount of trust you put in him to tell him about your regression let alone to let him care for you. It means a lot to him.
Calls you things like: 'sweetheart', 'kid', 'baby', 'princess', 'doll', 'lamb/little lamb' (apologies that these are kinda feminine, but these self indulgent an it's just what my brain thinks when thinkin bout CG Rafe) However he's also not against calling you 'crybaby' but I do feel like he can tell when it's absolutely not the right time to use that as a nickname.
For some reason I associate lambs with CG Rafe so I could see like the first thing he gets you being a lamb plushie!!!
He has rules for you (previously established when not regressed) and he's pretty strict on them. It's safe to say puppy eyes will rarely get him to change his mind.
Is not afraid to give time outs if you break the rules. Is surprisingly calm when speaking to you after the time outs though- explaining exactly why you were put in time out and asking you why you broke whatever rule you broke.
^ Would not tolerate you being rude- that is an immediate warning and if you carried on it would be time out-
He is not curbing his language around you- He will pick you up on your language though if your own gets excessive.
^ Rafe would actively work on getting better regarding keeping his temper (think how much calmer he's been since Sofia)
He could absolutely do your hair (maybe from doing Sarah's or Wheezies when younger 😭), however if you ask him he'll absolutely huff and act frustrated with your asking.
Rafe: "Can you not do your own hair kid-?"
*You just pouting at him*
Rafe: "..."
Rafe: "Sit. If you complain I will stop-"
Would not like at all the idea of you being anywhere near the Pogues. He would get frustrated and borderline manipulative if you did. In his eyes he's protecting you sooo that might have to be a sit down and have a long conversation moment-
Would take you on trips on his boat!!!
^ Motorcycle too!!! (He makes sure you're safe tho!!!)
If you're regressed it's safe to say you are not touching any alcohol- not a chance.
He's not massive on physical affection- however in public he'd be big on standing behind you, his hands resting on your hips and in the evenings/when he's tired he's not opposed to cuddles, especially if you are struggling/won't sleep.
I could see him taking you golfing with him (and Topper)
^ Speaking of Topper, I think he or Barry (depending on what the relationship between them with Rafe is at the time) would be his go to babysitters-
^ When Sofia joined the picture she'd absolutely volunteer to look after you!!! <3
Beach trips!!! :D
Would genuinely be so upset with himself if he ever yelled/lost control at/around you- he doesn't want to be like his dad scare you. :(
Does not handle tantrums/crying overly well.. kinda has the mentality of 'just get over it' (which was probably due to his fathers attitude towards him) however he will try his absolute best to stay patient and help you.
He absolutely makes sure you are looking after yourself/he's looking after you if you're not- (making sure you bath, brush your teeth, brush your hair etc)
Has it out for any small toys of yours (Sylvanian Families, Littlest Pet Shops, etc) — (You have a habit of leaving them just dotted in random places, or putting them places you know he'll be for 'good luck' / 'to keep him safe')
Despite all his effort I think he would struggle and feel quite insecure/concerned that he's not doing a good job in looking after you- He would never admit this tho.
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sunnyie-eve · 2 years ago
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9 | Won't Tell a Soul
Series: Never Leave You | OBX
Paring: (JJ Maybank x OFC! Rafe Cameron x OFC!)
Word Count: 2.1k
Warnings: mention of abuse/rape, smut, light angst, comforting,
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At the beginning of August, Joey moved out finally having enough of the Outer Banks and shit that goes on since Callie still stays out late with JJ and Tess didn't seem to care.
JJ also started to be distant with Callie at times. She knew he was missing his best friend but why was he doing it with just her. He didn't do it with Kie or Pope.
"Callie, you have a letter." Tess has a certain look on her face as she holds out the letter to her.
Callie takes it to read and she knew the handwriting right away reading it to herself, "My dad is out of prison." She looks up at her aunt, "He's living in Figure Eight and wants to see me."
"Are you going?" Tess asks worried.
"Yeah..."
Callie headed to the rich side of the island going to the address in the letter. Arriving at the house she looks at the door before ringing the doorbell. When the door opens she was confused to see Rose.
"Callie? What are you doing here?" Rose asks confused too.
"What are you doing here? My father told me to come here."
"Your father is Will? William, it's for you." She calls out and he comes around the corner smiling at his daughter.
"Look at you. I didn't think you could get more beautiful." He walks up to the door.
"You know Rose?" Callie looks at her.
"Yeah, my brother, your uncle, used to date her before Ward and we stayed good friends." He explains, "Come on in, honey." He motions for her so she does and Rose leaves the room so they could be alone. "How have you been?" Will asks his daughter.
"Not great... two friends of mine died."
"John B and Sarah Cameron." He says their names.
"Yes, but he didn't kill the sheriff. Rafe did." She says since he apparently knew the Camerons because of Rose.
"I figured that out by the way Rose acts when I asked her questions. Especially Ward." He looks where Rose walked off to. "I'm glad you decided to swing by. I know I'm not the best father. The way I treated you and your mother. Especially when I was high on drugs... trying to kill your mother because I was out. How is she?" He asks.
"You don't know?" She looks at him.
"Don't know what?"
"She left me four years ago after you got put away. Aunt Tess has been my caregiver. We just moved back in recently with her ex." Callie explains to her father.
"You're mother just up and left you? Wow, what a bitch. You were her world..." He sighs as Rafe walks into view.
"Callie?" He looks at her out from the deck.
She looks over at him before walking outside slapping him across the face hard. He just stands there with his head turned nodding, "I deserved that."
"You deserve a lot me. You deserve to rot in a prison cell for kil-," Rafe covers her mouth with his hand as her father walks away inside.
"Don't say it." He growls.
"Why did you kill her? All she was doing was her job arresting your father for John B's father's death." She shoves his hand off her mouth.
"You wanna know why I did it?" Rafe starts to tear up, "You wanna know the truth?" A tear falls making Callie feel bad deep down seeing him like this. "He was in trouble and I was protecting him. I did it. Not Sarah, the only child he fucking cares about. I did it. I wanted him to like me more for once." He cries to her.
She goes to open her mouth but he talks again, "When I told him why I did... he stepped forward and I stepped back. He hugged me and I was confused but then happy he didn't hit me." He says and the last few words hit her right in her soft spot.
"God damn it... none of that will ever make me forgive you... but Rafe, your father's love isn't worth all that." She steps closer to him. "I know you want it and for him to be proud of you but you aren't going to get it that way." She pulls him into a hug as he still cries a little. "I fucking hate doing this." She sighs in the hug.
Once they finally stop hugging he asks her what she was doing there, "Will is my father I told you about." She looks down, "I don't even know why I'm here." She starts to tear up, "I'll never forgive him because it's his fault my mom left me." A tear rolls down her face, "It's his fault I had to move in with my aunt and Joey. It's his fault I got abused and raped." She spills making Rafe's eyes widen.
"Joey raped you?" He asks making her realize what she said. She's never told anyone that. Not Tess or even JJ.
"No." She quickly tells him.
"Callie." He says making her cry.
"Don't tell anyone please, Rafe." She cries harder making him pull her into a hug now. "I was only fourteen." She whispers.
Rafe held her tightly against his chest as his soft spot for her grew bigger in his chest, "I promise not to tell a soul, princess." He rubs her back.
"Princess?" Callie looks up at him with their faces inches away from each other.
"Sorry... I mean bitch." He gets a chuckle out of her before he leans down to place a kiss on her lips. When he felt her lips part, he used it to his advantage and deepened the kiss, pulling her even closer to him even though there was no more room.
As Callie felt her hands moving up his chest she steps back sick of herself for actually kissing him back, "I gotta go. Tell Will I'll see him another time." Callie backs away before running to the car to go home.
"How did it go?" Tess asks as Callie rushes into the house.
"Didn't talk long. He knows the Camerons though." She rushes up to her room.
"I have a job dinner party to go to tonight so I'll leave you some money to go get something!" Tess shouts out to her.
While Callie hung out in her room at home alone, Kiara decided to swing by to see how she was doing so Callie told her about her dad being out free and knowing Rose.
"Wasn't he supposed to be in prison for at least twenty years? It was only four..." Kie gives her a look.
"I know... How's JJ?"
"Why are you asking?" Kiara says confused not knowing that he ignores Callie.
"He's been distant with me since they disappeared. I don't know why just me because he still talks to you and Pope."
"I'll ask him what the hell next time I see him. That fucking idiot. I'll see you tomorrow." Kie leaves Callie alone.
Bored Callie went downstairs to drink some alcohol and get high to relax from the news of her dad being back.
Somethin' 'bout you Makes me feel like a dangerous woman Somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout Somethin' 'bout you Makes me wanna do things that I shouldn't Somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout
Callie sang the lyrics moving to the music, which was turned up loud, as she drank walking around the house high as hell with a buzz. Since the music was so loud she didn't hear the knocking at the front door.
"Hello!" Rafe walks into the house since the door was unlocked. "Callie!" He calls out her name and as the song ends she hears him.
"What are you doing here?" She downs her bottle.
"I wanted to talk to you about earlier." He tells her but she doesn't listen as she sings the lyrics to the next song.
You don't own me I'm not just one of your many toys You don't own me Don't say I can't go with other boys
"Callie, listen to me damn it." He takes the bottle from her so she blows smoke in his face, "Where's Tess?"
"Dinner party with people from work so I'm relaxing." She smiles, "You know, if you weren't such a dick...I'd like you."
"Nice to know." He huffs.
"Kiss me." She says surprising him.
"What? No. You're drunk and high." He tells her as she steps closer to him.
"I'm not drunk, just high." She corrects him.
"I'm still not kissing you."
"That's funny. You don't want to kiss me when I want you to, but in the past, you kept kissing me when I didn't want you to." She laughs at him.
"Because you aren't thinking straight right now, Callie. You're stressed out with Will being back and you kissing back me earlier." He says making her huff.
"You forgot to add my best friend, I have feelings for, is ignoring me at all costs but not Kie or Pope. Also, my other best friend and your sister are dead." She takes her drink back taking a sip, "Now, you can shut up and kiss me or get out of my house." She tells him putting her empty bottle down.
Rafe quickly grabs her by the waist pulling her closer leaning down to kiss her. One of her hands go to the back of his head for support, while both of his hands now moved to grip at her ass, eliciting a small whimper from her lips as he squeezed it.
"Jump." He broke off the kiss for a moment, jumping up to him, his hands grabbing her thighs and her legs placed around his waist, as he walked upstairs towards her.
He laid her down in her bed, pressing heated kisses at her neck and her collarbones, the softness of his lips on her skin make her release a small whimper. Slowly, he came back up to face her, gazing into her eyes hazelly, as all the rational thoughts left from her body.
This was wrong, this was so wrong and she knew it but she needed to relax in some way. Even if it was with a psychotic, drug abuser, douche bag, and murderer.
The kiss she gave him as she pulled his face closer to her was nothing but primal, his tongue sloppily licking at her, and her teeth nipping at his lips.
Rafe's grip tightened on her tight, she was sure she would find his fingerprints on her the next day. Callie whimpered at the feeling, her hips involuntarily bucking into his groin, making him groan.
Rafe grinds down against her as her lips traveled down his neck, licking at his skin while her hands traveled down his back, playing with the hem of his t-shirt, raising it higher and higher until he finally got the hint and undressed himself of it.
Since Callie was wearing a dress it wasn't that hard for Rafe to take off her underwear, leaving her bottom half bare. There was no time to waste, so he unbuttoned his pants, leaving them to pool down at his feet, and got rid of his underwear.
"Fuck." She moaned out as he groaned into her neck as he slowly started to penetrate her, little by little, but enough to have her desire more. Once he was fully inside of her, he started to thrust slowly in and out of her, letting her adjust to him, "This is so wrong."
"Just like enjoy it, princess." He started to pound her faster, but still not enough for her liking.
"I'm not exactly enjoying it yet." She tells him so his hands came to her hips, gripping them tight as he started plunging into her. Callie gasped at the harsh movements as her nails started tracing patterns on his back.
One of his hands traced to pull the top of her dress on her waist, her boobs spilling out of it. He seemed almost hypnotized by the way they jiggled as he plunged into her, taking one of them into his hands.
Callie's hands move back up into his hair, pulling his face down to hers to meet with sloppy, messy kisses.
Both moaning into each other's mouths, Callie felt her climax approaching, as did Rafe, when he felt her tightening around his cock. His right hand came to rub at her clit, making her arch her back at the sensation, several mentions, loud sounds, of his name falling off her lips.
Rafe wanted to go on for much longer, but he couldn't last any longer when he heard the loud noises that left Callie's mouth and filled the room. He groaned loudly as he found his release, sloppy thrusting into her as he helped her ride her high. Once her breathing calmed down, he fell down next to her pushing the hair that gathered on his forehead away with his hand.
"If you tell anyone... I will fucking kill you, Rafe. No hesitation like you did with Peterkin. I swear by it." Callie stares at her ceiling as the reality of the situation sunk in.
"I won't tell a soul. I swear by it as well because I believe you." He spoke through harsh breaths.
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buttercupagere · 1 year ago
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hey,i hope youre doing alright. First of all i wanted to say that i rlly appreciate your work. But i also wanted to ask if you could write sarah cameron as a caregiver or someone else from outerbanks,who ever you would feel most comfortable writing. Have a great day!
thank you so much for this sweet message, but requests are closed right now. also i cannot write for fandoms not on my fandom list (linked in pinned post)
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the-record-obituaries · 6 years ago
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June 19, 2019: Obituaries
Lovina Schrock, 91
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Mrs. Lovina Hostetler Schrock, 91, of Moravian Falls, passed away on Sunday, June 16, 2019 at her residence.
Lovina was born on June 11, 1928 in Stark County Ohio to Henry Hostetler and Ella Miller Hostetler.
Lovina is preceded in death by parents; husband, Mervin L. Schrock; brother, Ervin Hostetler; sister, Beulah Hochstedler and great grand daughter, Danielle Schrock.
Lovina is survived by her 5 daughters, Susan Faye Hochstetler of Canada, Joy Roselle Hileman of Ohio, Debra Kaye Yoder of Moravian Falls, Juanita Lynne Herber of Pennsylvania, Charlotte Marlene Schrock of Virginia; 5 sons, John Mark Schrock, Larry Dean Schrock, Timothy Jay Schrock, Franklin Scott Schrock all of Virginia, Frederick Allen Schrock of Moravian Falls; sisters, Mary Wittmer of Pennsylvania, Viola Mullet of Ohio; brothers, Melvin Hostetler of Ohio, Henry Hostetler of Canada; 21 grandchildren and many great grand children.
The funeral service will be held in Ohio at a later date.
Adams Funeral Home of Wilkes has the honor of serving the Schrock Family.
 Nancy Winters, 5
Nancy Lee Winters, age 55, of North Wilkesboro, passed away Saturday, June 15, 2019 at Westwood Hills Nursing and Rehab Center. Nancy was born July 11, 1963 in Wilkes County to Cecil and Mandy Stanley Trivette. She loved to fish; do crafts and quilting. Ms. Winters was preceded in death by her parents; and several siblings.
Surviving are her son, Steven Winters and spouse Jessica of North Wilkesboro; daughter, Amanda Winters and spouse Zachary White of Huntington, West Virginia; a number of siblings; grandchildren, M.J. Winters and Josh Walker.
The family has requested no flowers.
Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.  
 Hazel Prevette, 96
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Hazel Maie Johnson Prevette, 96, of North Wilkesboro, went home to be with her Lord and Savior on Saturday, June 15, 2019 at Wilkes Senior Village.
She was born May 23, 1923 in Wilkes County, to the late William Edward Johnson and Julie Maie Combs Johnson.
     Hazel was a member of Lewis Baptist Church.  She loved singing and praising the Lord with her church family in the choir.  She was a passionate vegetable and flower gardener.
     Including her parents, she was preceded in death by: her husband, Dewey Gaither Prevette Sr.; grandchildren, Craig Williams and Pamela Taylor.
     Those left to cherish and honor her memory include: daughters, Peggy Taylor (Wallace) of McGrady, Kathy Williams (Dean) of Wilkesboro; sons, D. G. Prevette, Jr. (Linda) of Wilkesboro, Kenneth Prevette (Sarah) of Lewisville; sister, Annie Lou Brown (Gene) of Millers Creek; brother, Howard Johnson of Purlear; many grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and great-great grandchildren
     Funeral services wereJune 18,   at Lewis Baptist Church in North Wilkesboro.  Rev. Bruce Rhoades will be officiating.  Burial followed in the church cemetery.
     Adams Funeral Home of Wilkes and cremation services is honored to be serving the Prevette Family.
 Fern Anderson, 87
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Fern Anderson, 87 Mrs. Fern Pauline Call Anderson, age 87, widow of Hobert Anderson, died on Saturday, June 15, 2019 at Villages of Wilkes.
     Funeral services were June 19,  at Reins-Sturdivant Chapel with Rev. Alan Bouchelle officiating.  Burial was in Fishing Creek Arbor Baptist Church Cemetery.
Mrs. Anderson was born June 19, 1931 in Wilkes County to Benjamin Winfred and Carrie Elizabeth Benge Call. She was a member of Penelope Baptist Church in Hickory. Before her retirement while residing in Hickory, NC, she worked for Cline Insurance Company as a private secretary and was self-employed as a skin care specialist thru Ann Mari.
In addition to her parents she was preceded in death by her husband, Hobert Anderson; four sisters, Sylvia Call Soots, Tessie Call Foster, Florence Call Hayes Bouchelle, and Doris Call Waddell Spears; and four brothers, Julius H. Call, James P. Call, Roy "Ray" Call, and Coy "Clay" Call.
She is survived by her daughter, Linda Anderson Plemmons of North Wilkesboro; twin sons, Tracy Anderson and wife, Sandy, of Millers Creek, and Travis Van Anderson of Hickory; four grandchildren, Dana K.Anderson, Dylan L. Anderson, Doug Plemmons, and Floyd Plemmons; four great-grandchildren, Rachel C. Plemmons, Kyle P. Plemmons, Jason Sprinkle, and Elijah Foster; one great-great-grandchild, Chaselyn Kate Plemmons; one sister, Lois Call Foster of Traphill; and one brother, Thomas Jerry Call of Wilkesboro.
The latter part of her life, Mrs. Anderson spent ten years at Catawba Valley Assisted Living and three years at Wilkes Senior Villages.  The family sincerely thanks the staff of both facilities for their wonderful care of their loved one.
A special thank you from the family to Shirley Bowlin for her exceptional care of our Mother.
  Kenith Jones, Sr., 83
 Mr. Kenith Smythe Jones, Sr., 83, of Taylorsville, passed away Thursday, June 13, 2019 at Valley Nursing Center.
Kenith was born December 18, 1935 in Fayette  County, WV, the son of the late George Thomas Jones, Sr. and Inez Blanch Duncan Jones.
He was a US Army veteran, who served in Germany as a combat engineer. He had worked as a supervisor for Southern Devices before retiring and was a member of Bethel Baptist Church. He enjoyed reading Westerns, was a avid Redskin fan, and enjoyed playing golf when he was able and also enjoyed watching NASCAR.
Including his parents, he was preceded in death by: his wife, Peggy Joyce Payne Jones; four sisters, Beulah Pemberton, Doris Criss, Natella Blackwell and infant sister, Carolyn Jones; a brother, George Jones.
Those left to cherish and honor his memory include: a daughter, Patricia Jones Carter and husband, Larry, of Statesville; four sons, Kenny Jones and wife, Joan, of Taylorsville, Barry Jones and wife, Janna, of Newton, Timothy Jones and wife, Lisa, of Taylorsville, Ricky Jones of Asheville; five grandchildren, Joshua Moore, Caitlin Jones Parkhurst and husband, Matt, Ashley Jones, Tyler Jones and wife, Tiffany, Andrew Jones and fiance, Lacey Bruno; four great-grandchildren, RJ, Gracelynn, Jacob and Ezra; two sisters, Janet Payne and husband, Charles, of WV, Drema Gail Gales of VA; a brother, William Jones and wife, Carol, of WV; a sister-in-law, Christine Jones of WV; and a number of nieces and nephews.
A service was held  June 17,  at Bethel Baptist Church with Revs. Bill Smith and Ervel Jones officiating. Burial   followed in the church cemetery with flag folding ceremony.
Pallbearers were Ken's sons and grandsons.
The family would like to express a sincere thank you for every act of kindness or visit to our loved one and also to the staff, nurses and caregivers at Valley Nursing Center.
Memorials may be made to: Alexander County Hospice, 50 Lucy Echerd Lane, Taylorsville, NC 28681.
Adams Funeral Home and cremation services is honored to be serving the Jones Family.
 Terri Sigmon, 64
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Terri Lynn Sigmon, age 64, passed away peacefully on June 11, 2019 at Valley Nursing and Rehabilitation in Taylorville and is now resting in the care of our Lord.  
She was born in Hickory, NC on February 28, 1955.  Prior to moving there she lived at Parklane Group home in Newton.
She was preceded in death by her parents Charles and Jane Sigmon of Hickory.  
She is survived by her sister, Sandie Cline (Jimmie) of Wilkesboro, and her brothers, Robert Sigmon (Virginia) of Statesville, and Bruce Sigmon of Hickory.
Terri was a long- time member of Christ Lutheran Church in Hickory where she is best remembered for her deep faith and leading the congregation in happy birthday songs.  She especially loved family gatherings during the holidays. She had a special relationship with her nephews Christopher (Tanya) of Wilkesboro, Jonathan (Ellen) and Matthew (Jessica) of Mooresville and great nephews and nieces, Ayden, Charlie, Cameron, Macie, Oren, Eli, Finley and Luke. They will cherish the memories of her.
The funeral service will be held on Thursday, June 20,   at 3:00 p.m. at Christ Lutheran Church in Hickory.
The family will receive friends prior to the service from 2: 00 until 3:00 p.m. at the church. Rev. Richard Schwandt will be officiating the service. Burial will follow at Oakwood Cemetery.
In lieu of flowers memorials can be made to the memorial fund at Christ Lutheran Church, 324 2nd Ave. SE, Hickory, NC 28602.
Pallbearers for the service will be Christopher Cline, Jonathan Cline, Matthew Cline, Van Smith, Scott Wimmer, and Billy Pernell.
 Vickie Cothren, 52
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Vickie Cothren, 52 Miss Vickie Lee Cothren, age 52 of Roaring River, passed away Wednesday, June 12, 2019 at Woltz Hospice Home in Dobson.
     Funeral services were June 15,   at White Plains Baptist Church with Pastor William Souther and Bishop Peggy Horton officiating.  Burial was in the church cemetery.                Vickie was born October 24, 1966 in Wilkes County to James "Jim" Ervin Cothren and Georgie Lee Swaim Cothren. She was employed for 30 years with Wilkes Community College as a Library Assistant. Vickie enjoyed spending time with her great nieces and nephews who called her "Bibby" and liked sports from WFU, Chicago Bulls and Carolina Panthers. She also enjoyed cooking and most enjoyed sharing her testimony with her relationship with God.
She was preceded in death by her mother; Georgie Lee Cothren.
In addition to her father; Jim Cothren, she is survived by three sisters; Anna Church of Millers Creek, Teresa Absher of Roaring River and Jane Whitley of Hays, nieces and nephews; Amanda Miller (William), Sonya Evans (Allen), Michael Church, Ashley Mabe (Jason), Lindsay Jester (Justin) and Colby Whitley, great nieces and nephews; Elijah Miller, Asher Miller, Brenan, Nevan and Rowyn Mabe and Elizabeth Jester, Aunt Joy Swaim, Cousins; Calvin Swaim, Charlene Dancy and family, special friends and co-workers; Rebecca Kruger, Christy Earp, Misty Bass, Janet Atwood, Audrey Chapel and Donna Church and Fur Babies; Jett, Sanford, Melinda and Miss Sunshine.
Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to the Donor's Choice, Wilkes Community Partnership for Children PO Box 788 North Wilkesboro, NC 28659, Wilkes Community College Endowment Corporation PO Box 120 Wilkesboro, NC 28697 or Mtn. Valley Hospice 401 Technology Lane Suite 200 Mt. Airy, NC 27030.
 James Ashley, Jr. 77
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Mr. James Martin Ashley, Jr. age 77 of Wilkesboro, passed away Tuesday, June 11, 2019 at his home.
Funeral services were June 18,   at Cub Creek Baptist Church with Pastor John Lewis and Mr. Frank Denny officiating. Burial was in Cub Creek Baptist Church Cemetery.  
Mr. Ashley was born November 27, 1941 in Wilkes County to James Martin Ashley, Sr. and Geneva Sink Ashley.  He was retired after 35 dedicated years at Lowe's Companies. During his employment he worked as a Store Manager and a Regional Manager. James was a loving and devoted husband, father, grandfather and friend. He was a member of Cub Creek Baptist Church where he was a Faithful Deacon, Loved and Respected Sunday School Teacher, member of the Adult Choir and Hand Bell Choirs, Good News Club Teacher, served on the Building Committee, Maintenance Committee and the Expansion Committee. James was an avid Golfer. After retirement, he enjoyed spending his time working on his cattle farm and enjoying the beautiful mountain views. He was always helping or attending the many activities with his grandchildren. James was well known for his love of his family, his church and his tremendous work ethic. His best Friend, Bear, Black-Lab mix was always at his side, waiting for the last bite of anything that James ate.
In addition to his parents, he was preceded in death by a brother; Bill Ashley.
James is survived by his wife; Judy Ann Wayne Ashley of the home, two daughters; Jamie Ashley Beamon and Lorie Ashley Kerhoulas both of Wilkesboro, a son; James Martin Ashley, III "Jimmy" of Wilkesboro, five grandchildren; Anna Kerhoulas LaFave and husband Ethan, Stephen Kerhoulas and fiancé Clair Colburn, Martin Beamon, Jacob Beamon and Nicholas Ashley, a great grandchild; Addy Billings and two sisters; Ann Ashley and Jane Ashley both of Wilkesboro.
Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made in honor of grandchildren Anna and Jacob to the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation Piedmont Triad Chapter 216 W. Market Street Suite B, Greensboro, NC 27401.
 Ann Whitworth, 83
Ann Hill Whitworth, age 83, passed away on Tuesday, June 4, 2019 at her home in Purlear, NC. She was born in Erwin, NC on November 12, 1935 to Frank Weaver, Sr. and Elsie Horrell Weaver.
Mrs. Whitworth was formerly employed at Liggett & Myers Tobacco Company and was retired from Duke Medical Center. She was a member of Greystone Baptist Church until her move to Purlear, NC in 2007. She was a member of New Hope Baptist Church, Purlear, NC until her passing.
She was preceded in death by her husband, Fred Roy Hill and her husband, Donald Whitworth.
She is survived by her daughter, Deborah Hill Yates of Purlear, NC; her son, Frederick A. Hill of Durham, NC; three grandsons, Ross B. Yates, and wife, Andrea of Mt. Pleasant, SC, Brett J. Yates of Millers Creek, NC, and Mark C. Yates of Purlear, NC and three great grandchildren, Finley Madison Yates, Bennett Reid Yates, and Cooper Hill Yates.
A memorial service will be held on June 29, 2019 at 2:00 PM at Greystone Baptist Church, Hillsborough Road, Durham, NC. A private burial at Maplewood Cemetery, Durham, NC will follow the memorial service. In lieu of flowers, the family requests that memorials be made to Wake Forest Care at Home Hospice, 126  Executive Drive, Suite 110, Wilkesboro, NC 28697.
Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.  
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steddiemunsington · 1 year ago
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Pleaseeee write something with cg rafe,if you dont write for rafe you could also do sarah as a cg. Have a great day<3
caregiver rafe cameron headcanons
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he's got a huge soft spot for you and you only
it took him some time to come around and understand the concept of age regression, but because he loves you so much he's willing to let you teach him about it
as he learns how important regressing is for you, he starts to feel happy that you trust him enough to share that (he won't say that tho)
being a caregiver gives him a sense of belonging, and it really helps him take his mind off other things because you're his top priority when regressed
super protective. he's always got a hand on you, whether it's holding your hand, his hand hovering on your side, pressed to your lower back, on your knee etc.
if his friends try and make some kind of smart comment about you or give you a weird look he is quick to snap
spoils you with new regression items: pacifiers, books, toys, cute clothes, etc. everytime he passes the kids section at the store he immediately thinks of you and is compelled to grab something on his way to checkout
does not tolerate temper tantrums (we all know he has a short temper himself)
tries not to yell around/at you because he doesn't want to scare you
likes to sit you in his lap and keep you close
he won't admit it but he's a big cuddler
if age regression bothers you or you are nsfw, please do not interact! no need to be rude :(
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starkeyshirt · 6 months ago
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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.
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jjtheresidentbaby · 6 months ago
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hi hi <3 hope you're doing okay :) can u do a cg!rafe cameron x little!reader where reader gets minorly wounded, like after falling from their bike or something, and rafe patches them up? thank you <3
˚. ❝₊˚ sunburnt ❞ ˚₊·
» rafe cameron x reader
» a/n: I have an extremely bad sunburn rn so that’s what I went with hope you don’t mind
» warnings: rafe is rubbing product on reader’s back while they’re shirtless but it’s in no way nsfw, talk of the pogues watching over reader, little!sarah mentioned, cg!kie & cg!pope mentioned, cg!barry mentioned, post canon, pet names
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You wince as Rafe helps pull your shirt over your head, revealing the worst sunburn Rafe has seen since Sarah got near second degree burns when they were kids, he winces right alongside you. Given for different reasons; you hate the feeling of the material sticking your your skin and causing even more pain to the tight skin, and Rafe because seeing just how bad things have gotten without him around pulls on his heart strings.
It was only a week. One week with the pogues, Sarah acting as your main caregiver but having to have Kie take over when Sarah slipped halfway through the trip you guys took to the mainland. It was- an eventful week, to say the least. Kie and Pope stepped up and were much better at applying sunblock regularly than Sarah in her own regressed state, but the damage was already done and both Kie and Pope looked more than worried when they handed you off to Rafe two days ago. You’re a little surprised he didn’t go off on them then and there.
“Hurts.” You mutter when Rafe runs his hands gently over your back, the way your skin is hot to the touch cause even more worry in Rafe’s mind. He really doesn’t want to have to take you to the hospital.
“I know baby, I’m sorry. I’m gonna apply some coconut oil and then we can go lay back down.” You’ve found the coconut oil works better than the aloe as it leaves your skin moisturized for longer.
“M’kay, can we watch a movie?” That’s all the two of you have been doing for the past two days.
By the time you were driving back to Rafe’s after being away from him for a week you were so homesick Jj had to keep his legs thrown atop yours so you wouldn’t try and climb to the front of the van to get John B to drive faster- it’d be an embarrassing moment to think of if it wasn’t all worth it when Rafe came into view as you rounded the corner to Tannyhill and saw Rafe sitting on the porch waiting for you. The house is technically his and Sarah’s but with Sarah spending almost all her time at the rebuilt chateau, it’s basically just Rafe’s place that acts as storage for some of Sarah’s stuff.
“Course, what do you wanna watch?” Rafe asks and rubs some more oil onto your bare back, making sure that he’s being as careful and soft with his touch as he can be.
“Moana?” A small smile creeps onto Rafe’s lips as he nods along.
“Didn’t we watch that yesterday?” You shrug.
“I like it. Can we ask Barry to come over and watch it with us?” Rafe is obviously your favorite person while you’re regressed but Barry is a close second, and the both of them together is perfect to you. They never fail to make you laugh just by the way they interact with each other and the sidebar jokes Barry shoots your way as Rafe tries to dismiss every word he says.
“Sure, sweet thing. Do you need him to pick up anything before he comes over?” You shake your head and lift your arms when Rafe comes to slip your shirt back on, it’s actually his own but it’s loose and cotton so it’s more comfortable on your skin.
“Not even some fries from The Wreck?” A quirked brow gets sent your way and you quickly scramble to climb into Rafe’s lap before he can pick up the phone to call Barry.
“Wait- wait, yeah fries, get fries.” You plead and Rafe hums along with an arm slipped around your waist to make sure you won’t fall off his lap.
“You sure? You just said you didn’t want anything… Barry will be here quicker if he doesn’t stop-.” You cut Rafe off with a serious look on your face that he finds undeniably cute.
“I lied, I want fries. I don’t care if Barry takes ten hours to get here, I want those fries.” It’ll really only add ten minutes to the route for Barry to go into The Wreck and order some food to-go.
“Okay, okay, I’ll make the call.” He soothes and grabs his phone as you lean back into his chest with a content sigh. Your back doesn’t hurt as bad as it did when you first came home and spending the day with your favorite people will help you forget just how much you missed Rafe in the first place.
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orbemnews · 4 years ago
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5- and 7-year-old brothers participate in Pfizer vaccine trial at Duke :: WRAL.com By Sarah Kreuger, WRAL Durham reporter Durham, N.C. — The U.S. Food and Drug Administration is expected to approve the Pfizer coronavirus vaccine for youths ages 12 to 15 as early as next week. For younger children, the timeline is further behind – but a clinical trial at the Duke University Health System is currently studying its use on ages 5 to 11. WRAL News spoke with two young boys who are excited to be part of that trial. Their father is someone who has become familiar in the Triangle during the pandemic. Dr. Cameron Wolfe, infectious disease specialist at Duke, makes regular appearances on WRAL-TV talking about COVID. He and his wife, who is also a doctor, hope sharing their story about their kids getting the vaccine will encourage other parents about the vaccine’s safety. Wolfe tweeted photos of his boys getting their second doses of the Pfizer vaccine on Monday. Drs. Sarah and Cameron Wolfe said they had no reservations about their 5-year-old Lachlan and 7-year-old Callum joining the Duke trial for kids ages 5 to 11. “I think it was an easy choice to get the vaccine, and early,” said Sarah. “We were going to have peace of mind for caregivers, teachers, and the kids they interact with in school that we were adding safety.” And the kids were eager to get the shots. “I thought it would protect me. And also stop me from spreading it – protecting me, and protecting everyone else,” said Callum. “And the scientists would get to know if it works on kids also.” Lachlan Wolfe, who is 5 years old, admitted both of the shots “kind of hurted a little bit.” But the protection for kids is vitally important. Dr. Cameron Wolfe said it’s a myth that children don’t have any risks with COVID, saying, “Kids are uniquely at risk of something called multi-system inflammatory syndrome, which is a post-COVID almost autoimmune dysfunction.” And that dysfunction is debilitating for kids. After getting the vaccine, both kids seem to be feeling great – and full of energy. When asked what he would tell other kids about the vaccine, 7-year-old Callum said, “Well, that you should do it. Because then you’ll be safe and you’ll be protecting everyone else around you.” His father agrees with him, pointing out that if enough school children get vaccinated, the community can get closer to herd immunity level. Unlike some of the adult trials where you might get placebo, everyone gets the real shot in this trial. Health officials are looking at dose level and how much to give. As far as a timeline — Pfizer expects to have approval from the FDA for kids as young as 2 by this fall. As for Callum and Lachlan: They’re living the good life after getting their second doses – rewarded with doughnuts and a special ride on the Amtrak train. More On This Source link Orbem News #7yearold #brothers #coronavirus #Coronavirusvaccine #Duke #Participate #Pfizer #trial #Vaccine #WRALcom
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tinylilacbun · 2 years ago
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Miscellaneous
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dark: ☾ | angst: ꕥ
MARVEL
cg!avengers thoughts
The Avengers little - og!cg!Avengers x little!reader
Just a joke - daddy!Loki x little!reader, daddy!bucky x little!reader
"Don't wanna be here anymore" - little!MJ x mommy!Stark!reader
OUTER BANKS
Sarah Cameron as a caregiver - mommy!Sarah x little!reader
ACTORS
Rainy Day - daddy!chris evans x little!reader (not taking requests for him anymore!!)
Drew comforting you after you slip in public because of fans bombarding you both - daddy!drew starkey x little!reader
You can't fall asleep without Drew - daddy!drew starkey x little!reader
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aew-regression-cove · 2 months ago
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𓆉°⋆.ೃ࿔*:・ outer banks masterlist
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💗 — fluff ,, ❤️‍🩹 — hurt/comfort ,, 🫧 — platonic ↓
🌷 — edits • (non agere works)
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☆ 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
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☆ 02 ) JJ Maybank —
💗 Caregiver JJ Maybank Moodboard
❤️‍🩹 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
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☆ 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 💭
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☆ 04 ) Pope Heyward —
💗 Caregiver Pope Heyward Stimboard
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☆ 05 ) Kiara Carrera —
💗 Regressor Kiara Carrera Stimboard
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☆ 06 ) Sarah Cameron —
nothing yet . . .
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☆ 07 ) Barry —
nothing yet . . .
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☆ 08 ) Rafia —
🌷 'i love you, I'm sorry' edit
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☆ 09 ) Multiple —
💗 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
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thesims4blogger · 8 years ago
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The Sims 4: New Game Patch (January 12th. 2017)
Remove all MODS and Custom Content before updating your game!
Update: 01/12/2017 – PC Version 1.26.96.1010 / Mac Version 1.26.96.1210
Hey Simmers and Simmodlers,
What’s New?
Toddlers.
Wait you skipped right to the what’s ne… what the whaaat?! Toddlers? Toddler toddlers… toddlers? Um, did you just say toddlers?
Perhaps. But the long standing ‘no talk’ of toddlers talk may be toddler blocking me. And, as such I can neither confirm nor deny their tiny toddler toddling presence in this release. I can however, say that any resemblance to a toddler in this toddler release is purely todd-idental… ler.
I am also required by the Toddler Coalition for the Betterment and Care of Toddlerhood to provide a few disclaimers:
For you and your toddler’s safety, please keep all toddlers at least 5 feet from all toddler messaging about toddlers.
In case of fire do not break glass, but grab the nearest toddler and exit the building in an orderly fashion.
Also, for a toddler lasting more than 9 days, turn aging on.
Batteries not included, so feed your toddler.
For identification purposes, this is a toddler: o>-<
Once safe, please take a moment to find the toddlers parents if the toddler was not yours.
Not actual size
Well whew! We’ve just had 24 toddlers already born in these release notes (make that 25). I feel there may be more toddlers on the way… so Woohoo*!
*Woohoo will not directly produce a toddler, but provide for the groundwork for a future toddler.
Argh! So… TELL ME ABOUT TODDLERS already!!!
Ok, ok alright. All things Toddlers…
Let’s start with
“How do you get a Toddler”?
Add your toddler in Create a Sim!
You can add them to a new or existing household through Create a Sim. And customize them as you would any other Sim:
Ok, now that the Caregiver bit is over with… let’s get into the other customization options.
Select their voice, gender, and ASSIGN A RELATIONSHIP
Sorry for the caps, but this is kind of important. Toddlers have a special relationship with caregivers.
Mothers, brothers, fathers, sisters, or anyone you choose via the in game interaction Adopt as Caregiver (found under the toddlers Help… interaction menu) are caregivers.
Being a Caregiver will ensure that the caregiver Sim cares for the toddler, while other Sims may be less inclined to answer the crying calls of your average toddler.
8 new traits to pick from!
Presets for the various toddler body and head parts to assist in your customization, as well as the same ability to modify the body and face parts that other Sims have.
All the same skin tones as adults (yes, Aliens too!)
Plenty of Styled Looks to choose from.
And of course all the usual stuff…
Angelic, Fussy, Silly, Charmer, Independent, Wild, Clingy, and Inquisitive
Does it make sense that that toddler wears an alien sized diaper?
No, no it doesn’t. But, it’s really cute!
Full body outfits, tops, bottoms, socks, leggings, and shoes.
Glasses, hats, hairs (and hair colors), freckles, and teeth.
Did we talk about the new teeth yet?
Yes, teeth for all ages! Head in to Create a Sim, click on your Sims head, click the Face category, and then Teeth to customize your Sims smile.
I like the braces.
Adopt your toddler!
Choose the Household… Adopt option on the computer, to adopt your very own toddler!
They come fully toddler-ized, ready for your snuggles.
Or, if you want to do things the old fashioned way, age up your baby!
It starts with… look it’s a birds and bees thing. There’s a flower, some pollen, and the bee… um, go ask your mom.
So, now you have a toddler…
How do you care for them?
Bathe, and Bubble Bathe them. Be aware of the possible splash back.
With a Potty Chair they can Go Potty, and Ask for Potty Help… or just use their diaper.
Sleep, Nap, Ask to be Read to Sleep or Tucked in, Sit and Chat all on a Toddler Bed.
Toddlers prefer the high chair where they can Ask for Food or Drink, and of course Eat.
Be hugged, snuggled, talked or played with, or listened to.
And of course, non-toddlers will have to Clean the Potty, and Change the Diaper.
But they may find their food more fun than edible.
And as they do ‘things’ they learn skills like communication, movement, thinking, imagination, and potty.
And their caregivers can be available to mentor and help them along.
But they want to have fun to, right?
Of course, and there are many ways for toddlers to have fun, or… not.
They can cry, laugh, yell, and throw a tantrum. Or babble in the mirror, tell stories, talk about dinosaurs, princesses, superheroes, parties, art, the day, their favorite animals, or just Ask Why… over and over and over.
Or play in things, find out what that is, splash in the toilet (hopefully you are a neat Sim), ask to be picked up, or talk to strangers (stranger danger).
Maybe they want to watch toddler videos, play Simshape or Blicblock Baby, draw with llama on the Wabbit Tablet. Or build a tower, study shapes, or ask others to help them build and study with the Nesting Blocks.
They can hit, hug, or talk to their giant stuffed animals.
Read or ask to be read a toddler book.
Look at flash cards, and learn animals, basic needs, letters, or objects.
Play with the toybox toys, and the dollhouse. Dance and listen to music (including the new Lullaby and Kids radio station).
Just to name a few…
Woah, ok… um, I hate to ask but can toddlers…
No, toddlers do not die. They are fireproof.
No, no... NO! I wasn’t… look, I just wanted to know can toddlers…
Yes, they can climb stairs, run and walk – but you’ll have to improve their movement skill.
Stop that, I just wanted to know can toddlers do anything else?
Yes, toddlers can…
…be your little sister or brother, son or daughter. Try your patience. Be loving but a handful. They can take all your time, or be ignored. They can travel with you, or go to daycare. Or you can stay at home, and hire a nanny. They can provide special moments for you and your Sims. And they can grow and learn, as they age up into children, teens, young adults, adults, and eventually elders. They can’t die, but they can be taken away. And ultimately, they can be part of your Sims family, and your stories.
Anything else?
Yes, in addition to toddlers, and I strongly suggest you pick up a couple of these if you intend to have a toddler, you can find the following items in Build Mode under the Kids Room sort (just click on the 3 blocks in the image):
2 Toddler Beds
3 High Chairs
Wabbit Tablet
Nesting Blocks
Chomper the Devourer toy box
A toddler sized Dollhouse
A Bookshelf and 12 toddler books
2 Potty Chairs
6 new toy box toys (bus, kitty, bear, ducky, butterfly, and Tentacle Tom)
And…
2 Curtains, 5 wall decals, a light for floors and a light for ceilings, a dresser, a rug, a wall shelf, an end table, a wall sculpture, a living chair, 4 decorated toddler doors, AND 7 walls and 2 floors.
That sure is a lot. Did you address any issues?
Just a couple, er some, er what is five in the verbal shorthand? And is couple really short for two? It has three extra letters. I’m so confused…
You can now use the Design Tool on a bassinet containing a baby, because sometimes your baby just doesn’t match your room.
Walls can now be built along all four edges of penthouse lots, rather than just three.
We addressed an issue that could cause the game to freeze while playing the Doctor Career or when hiring a Nanny in some languages.
Confident children will no longer get a whim to practice pick-up lines.
We addressed an issue that could cause doors to be stuck ajar.
And you can’t change the baby. Put down the baby safe paint and brush, and just back away.
*childish moment* Playing doctor, hehe.
Your door is ajar.
No, it’s a door.
And on that toddler’ish joke, that’s the update folks. In the time it took you to read these release notes, the following toddlers came to be in the Sims…
Abigail a toddler, Aidan a toddler, Alex a toddler, Alexander a toddler, Allison a toddler, Alyssa a toddler, Andrew a toddler, Anna a toddler, Anthony a toddler, Archer a hog of war, Ariana a venti-toddler, Ashley a toddler, Austin a toddler, Ava a toddler, Avery a toddler, Benjamin a toddler button, Brandon a toddler, Brayden a toddler, Brianna a toddler, Brian not a toddler because he turned aging off and stayed a baby, Caden a toddler, Caleb a toddler, Cameron a toddler, Chloe a toddler danced the tables, Christian a toddler, Christopher a toddler, Connor a toddler, Cruz a toddler, Daniel a toddler, David vs toddler-iath, Dylan a toddler, Elijah would a toddler?, Elizabeth a toddler, Ella a toddler, Emily a toddler, Emma a toddler, Ethan a toddler, Etta at last a toddler, Evan a toddler, Gabriel a toddler, Gavin a toddler, Grace a toddler, Hailey a toddler, Hannah a toddler and her sisters, Hunter a toddler, India a toddler, Isabella-watcha-doin-toddler, Isabelle a toddler, Jack o’toddler, Jackson a toddler, Jacob a climber, James a toddler, Jasmine a toddler, Jayden a toddler, John a toddler, Jonathan a toddler, Jordan a toddler, Joseph a toddler, Joshua a toddler, Julia a toddler, Kaitlyn a toddler, Katherine a toddler, Kayla a toddler, Kaylee a toddler, Kylie a toddler, Kyra a toddler, Lauren a toddler, Lily a toddler, Logan a toddler also known as James, Lucas a toddler, Luke – use the toddler, Mackenzie a toddler, Madeline a toddler made with flour, eggs, lemon, sugar, and vanilla, Madison a toddler and an avenue in a popular board game, Makayla a toddler, Mason a free-toddler, Matthew a toddler, Maya a toddler, Megan a toddler, Mia a toddler, Michael a toddler, Morgan a toddler, Natalie a toddler, Nathan an uncharted toddler, Nicolas a toddler, Noah a toddler on an ark, Olivia a toddler-newton-john, Owen a toddler, Plum a toddler, Rachel we miss you a toddler, Riley a toddler, Rosemary’s toddler, Ryan a toddler, Samantha b toddler, Samuel a toddler on snakes, Sarah a toddler, Savanna a plain toddler, Sean a toddler, Sophia a toddler, Sydney a toddler-mate, Taylor a toddler, Thomas a toddler, TK-421 a trooper, Toddler a toddler, Tyler a toddler, William a tell-toddler, Zachary a toddler, and Zoe a toddler.
We look forward to your stories, and we wonder who your toddler will be?
-SimGuruGnome’dler
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