#obx agere

[agerefandomrambles]

JJ agere headcannons

Has the biggest age range out of anyone

I'm talking infant to like 15

Regresses due to trauma

Almost always involuntary

Hyper kiddo

Needs 2 caregivers, he tends to overwhelm just one

The baby of the group

LOVES swimming

Gets tired really easily

I have no reasoning for this but he has glow in the dark stars on his ceiling

[steddiemunsington]

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

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

blue skies | little!reader + cg!pogues

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[cyberskulzzz]

🌛Welcome to the simple soul store!🌜

(Now offering tarot readings and more!)

Im Sprotte,welcome to my tumblr page! Requests are always open. 

☆certified lamb girly☆greg heffley‘s gf☆sirius black kinnie☆pagan girly☆emma chamberlain lover☆paranormal gal☆love a sweet treat and chai tea☆writer☆

about me

spiritual regulars 

tarot and other magical offerings

[agerefandomrambles]

Reblogging these for credit

Can I pretty please request a Chase (House md) DNI board, a JJ (outerbanks) DNI board or a Newt (maze runner) DNI board

-🦆

ive never made these before so i hope they're okay!

[agerefandomrambles]

Caregiver Sarah headcanons

Softest mama ever

Does better with younger littles

An absolute sucker for puppy dog eyes

^doesn't do great with enforcing rules

A super cuddle bug

Loves having physical contact with her little at all times

^always has her hand on your back or thigh. Just reminding you that she's there

LOVES to spoil you (has money and will use it)

The best cook. Doesn't matter what you want she can make it

Favourite activity with a little is napping. Just being able to cuddle up and foegt the world exists is the best part to her.

[steddiemunsington]

welcome to my blog! • ᴗ •

✿ you can call me lili! i go by any pronouns. i love sharks, coffee, horror movies, and sweets! i talk about agere a lot! i made this blog to talk about all my interests in one place ᵕ̈

interests i like to talk about:

outer banks (!!!!)

stranger things

marvel (specifically spiderman and iron man)

julie and the phantoms

criminal minds

umbrella academy

911

i also like to write sometimes! my ao3 is steddiemunsington and i pretty much just write agere things <3 i might post some drabbles and things here and may even take requests as well!!

DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE AN NSFW/KINK BLOG, HOMOPHOBIC, ABLEIST, RACIST, FOLLOW ANY OTHER GENERAL DNI CRITERIA, ANTI-SHIP, OR ARE ANTI-AGE REGRESSION!

MASTERLIST

OUTER BANKS

JJ:

Little JJ HCs | Pt. 1 / Pt. 2 / Pt. 3

JJ getting impatient on a roadtrip

Caregiver JJ caring for chronically ill regressor reader

Rafe:

Caregiver Rafe HCs

Kiara:

Caregiver Kiara HCs

Kiara HCs

Kie and the Bee

John B:

Age regressor / Caregiver John B HCs

Pogues:

Age Regression HCS

STRANGER THINGS

Eddie

Little Eddie HCS | Pt. 1 / Pt. 2

Steve

Little Steve HCS | Pt. 1

Chrissy

Little Chrissy HCS | Pt. 1

Pairings:

Hellcheer HCS

[agerefandomrambles]

Outerbanks Masterlist:

Headcanons

Little! JJ

Little JJ 2

Little!John B

Flip!Kiara

Cg! Sarah

Little!Sarah + Cg! JJ

Moodboards:

Cg! Big Brother JJ

Cg! Big Brother JJ 2

Flip! Kiara

Little!Sarah + Cg!JJ

Cg! Rafe

Drabbles:

Captive: Little! Reader, cg! Rafe

Fics:

A bad day: Little! John B + JJ, Cg! John B + JJ

Beach day: Little! Sarah, Cg! JJ + Kiara

The start of something new: Little! JJ, Cg! John B

[steddiemunsington]

i just cane back to tumblr and saw you're back too, so I hope you're doing alright!!

I've been rewatching obx (what else is new) and baby j is pretty much the only thing i think about 😭

i was wondering if you had any more hcs left about him? i know i always ask about him, but you just do him justice!!

plus you're literally one of the only obx agere writers I've seen

i genuinely hope you're doing alright <3

hii welcome back! yes i ALWAYS have hcs for my little pookie <3 i’m glad you think i do him justice because i adore him

more little!jj hcs

does a little happy dance when he eats his favorite foods

LOVES piggy back rides

not allowed to sit in the front of the car/van (because he wont stop touching the aux/radio + hes too small!!)

a bit more sensitive when regressed. emotions that he would usually try to push away he lets himself feel when hes regressed

thinks cleo is so cool

LOVES bubble baths. he likes giving himself bubble beards

on days when he regresses to the point where he may need a pacifier, he always has to have a clip on or else he’ll lose it

needs something to watch when he eats (bluey more often than not)

if age regression bothers you or you are nsfw, please do not interact! no need to be rude :(

[starkeyshirt]

Kitchen Calls

jj x john b

i wrote this quite while ago! it's not necessarily an age regression story, but i imagine jj as an age dreamer of sorts, so i figured it kind of fits. enjoy!

tw//: abuse, blood, injuries, crying.

<<•>>

    JJ's ribs stung with an undeniable pain; echoing through his body with every kick. Blood dripped from his lips and his vision blurred in and out.

  "Piece of shit!" Luke screamed at his son, kicking him in the ribs one last time before chucking the almost-empty bottle at his head. The glass shattered against JJ's skin, causing it to erupt in an unbelievable amount of pain. "You're the damn reason your momma left, you know it too! Should've killed you a long time ago, boy."

   JJ watched with bleary eyes as his father stomped off, slamming their crappy door against it's hinges. He could hear the stomping until his truck started, then, he was gone. JJ knew he wasn't in the clear; his father would return, and nobody wanted to be around when he came home. Coughing up more blood, the blond boy forced himself into a sitting position. His soft, golden mop fell over his eyes, mixing with sweat, blood, and tears on his face.

  JJ's ribs throbbed almost unbearably as he stood up, leaning against the counter for stability. He was damn sure his stomach was blotches of any color but the pale tan it should be. It always was when his dad was done with him.

  JJ has learned overtime what to simply expect from his dad, what to know was going to happen before it did. He knew what pain was coming when he showed up at home after weeks without money for his dad. He knew what names he would be called, and that he probably wouldn't even make it to his room to grab the belongings he came there for. JJ knew all these things, yet he still went back. He probably always would; until the day his father killed him.

  Somewhere in his slightly brainwashed methods of thinking, JJ completely believed everything his father told him was true; Ungrateful, stupid, useless, unlovable. They were all things his father called him the most, and in some ways, they did in fact apply to JJ.

  He convinced himself he was ungrateful. He still cried when his father gave him what he deserved, even when he did nothing to contribute to their poverty. He did nothing to help his dad; he didn't give him enough money, he pushed him to drink. He was ungrateful.

  JJ convinced himself he was stupid. He failed classes in school and barely tried, too preoccupied with himself to focus on class. He led his friends into dangerous situations with dangerous people, simply because he didn't use his head. He thought with the weed he smoked, and all that did was give him a false sense of confidence. He was stupid.

   He convinced himself he was useless; never really needed to anyone, just there. He mooched off of everyone and everything around him, barely contributing to his friends or his own father. He didn't do them any good, only weighing them down with his own mental and emotional baggage. JJ was useless.

  And most of all, JJ convinced himself he was unlovable. It's the perfect word to describe him, in his own mind. Unable to be loved by his own father, who despises him because of his mother. At one point in time he earned his mother's love, only for her to rip it all away when she left without a warning. Without a goodbye. Unlovable to everyone and anyone, because nobody could love somebody as messed up as JJ Maybank.

  "Fuck!" The blond screamed, fist colliding harshly with the cheaply stained wood creating his father's joke of a kitchen. Tears flowed heavily down his cheeks, an expression filled with none other than emotion on his face. Simple emotion, that's the only way he would put it.

  Cuts from the glass dropped coppery blood down his face, and his ribs pounded from their squished position against his knees. JJ's hands intertwined into his hair, pulling desperately against his blond locks in a weak attempt to stop the wave of emotions threatening to rip through his tear ducts. JJ kept a firm grip on his hair, attempting to stand himself upright to no avail; waves of pain ripped through his ribs, sending him to the ground with a yelp of pain.

  He weakly wiggled his phone from his pocket, punching in a number he had memorized by heart. JJ hated with everything he had to call for help, fully believing he didn't deserve it. But he was wasting time, and he really didn't want to be lying on the floor when his dad stormed in again, more drunk than he was before.

  "J? What's taking you so long, I thought you only went for clothes?" John B's warm, concerned voice broke through the ringing, filling JJ's heart with a love he felt he didn't deserve. Sobs ripped from the boy's mouth; violent, harsh cries filled to the brim with pain and suffering, immediately making John B fill with panic. After all the years he'd been friends with JJ, been with JJ, he'd never heard him cry like that.

"I can't take this anymore," JJ sobbed, hearing the faint start up of their van, the Twinkie, while John B left the chateau. "I'm so tired."

  "Hey, babe, you've gotta breathe. I'm coming to get you, just breathe. Remember what we talked about?" John B soothed, listening to JJ's breathing becoming increasingly uneven and rapid, the boy spiraling himself into an anxiety induced panic attack quickly.

  "Yeah." JJ replied faintly, bringing his left hand up to his face. He held his thumb merely a few centimeters away from his lips, blowing gently onto it. As a kid, JJ would suck his thumb to calm himself down. He stopped by the time he was nine, his father having broken his left thumb after he caught him with it between his lips. Men don't need comfort, was what he had said. From that time until just a few months ago, JJ was at a loss for a way to comfort himself, always spiraling into horrible panic attacks until he'd choke on his own tears and throw up or breathe too fast and pass out. He hated it. After multiple situations in which John B was left to slow his boyfriend's rapid breathing, he noticed how he always had his left hand near his face, fisted with only his thumb out. Anybody else might not have noticed it, but after multiple times, John B caught on. Together, they had done some testing and came up with another thing that helped JJ focus and calm himself, a coping mechanism without the trauma his father caused him so early in his life.

   John B smiled fondly as he sped down the street light roads, listening to JJ softly blowing against his thumb time after time again, his breathing obviously recovering in the slightest.

  "Good boy, J. You're doing so good." John B praised softly, pulling in outside JJ's broken home. He didn't hesitate to fly up the old steps and into the other boy's kitchen.

  The sight would've been deemed precious by John B if it we're for the circumstances. JJ was sat against the cupboards, his right arm tightly around his knees, holding them close to his chest. His thumb was still held against his lips, although his mouth was parted slightly. Instead of blowing on his finger he had settled for resting it in-between his lips, having grown tired of blowing air out of his lungs.

  "Hey, c'mon. Let's get home," John B offered, crouching down carefully next to his wounded boyfriend. JJ shuffled ever so slightly, just enough so John B could swoop one arm under his legs and his other supporting his back. A whine escaped his breath when his ribs were jostled, John shushing him. JJ stuck his face into the other's horrible, horrible brightly colored shirt, breathing in the scent he loved so much.

  John B hummed softly as he carried JJ to the car, hating how small and fragile the boy seemed in his arms. He was probably one of the only people to ever see this side of JJ; he was always cracking jokes and rambling off, making himself the loud, boisterous one of the group to cope. JJ was never sad, and it hurt to see him hurting. John B would never get used to it.

  "Hey, I'm gonna run in and grab your clothes and stuff, okay? I don't want you coming back here for a while," John B explained gently placing the blond down in the front seat. Not much more than a wince escaped his lover's lips, a small nod being given in response to the question. "I'll be right back."

  JJ's busted lip left an imprint of coppery blood on John B's lips when he gave him a small peck, only making the brunette feel guilty. Guilty, only that he couldn't protect his boy.

  John B gathered both things JJ needed and things he knew JJ would want, because those were two completely different things. Shirts, shorts, sunglasses, toothbrush (JB would never admit it out loud, but he truly didn't appreciate sharing his own toothbrush every single morning); all things JJ would need. Then, he tossed in extra hoodies and his blanket, grabbing his fluffy (and in JJ's words very manly) pillow and stuffing it under his arm. That's another thing he's learned about JJ over the years. Despite living in the Outer Banks, the blond boy always insisted on piling himself under as many soft things as he could find after something traumatic happens. It was always a few hours later, after things settled and his wounds or anything else were cared for, but it happened everytime without a doubt. The first few times John B had witnessed JJ do this, he quite frankly thought the boy was going to suffocate himself. Overtime, though, JJ even managed to get John B to join him under all the blankets and pillows, cuddling together as if they were in Antarctica and freezing to death. It was a comfort thing, he supposed.

  The sky was dark already, the day having passed quicker than either boy expected. JJ was slowly bouncing back to his usual self on the way back, still very much hurt and upset, but just a little tiny bit less miserable.

  "C'mon, Princess. It's time for the chateau nurse to take over your injuries," John B joked, playfully bowing down as he opened JJ's car door. He (carefully) scooped the boy into his arms, listening to the small, wet giggles escaping his boyfriend's throat. JJ sniffed repeatedly, having been too stubborn in the car to blow his nose. Sometimes, John B wondered how he ever started dating such an man-child, but he'd love him nonetheless.

  John B carried everything in with only one trip, JJ in his arms, the bag slung over his neck. JJ held onto his pillow. Everything got tossed beside the couch, JJ being set delicately on one of the cushions. John B turned towards the bathroom for their medical supplies. "Don't move."

  "It's not like I'm gonna limp to Figure 8," JJ replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

John B rolled his eyes as well. "Happy to see you're feeling better."

  John B returned within seconds, carrying an arm-load of bandages, antiseptic, cotton rounds, and a joint. He handed JJ the lit joint, placing it in-between the boy's lips directly. John B then bent down to lift JJ's shirt over his head, the smaller blond purposefully blowing the smoke from the joint into his face.

  John B sighed, glancing at the variously unnatural colors covering his boyfriend's midsection. JJ's ribs were swollen black and blue, bits of yellow mixed in with it. It hurt him everytime he had to see his love like that, beaten like a dog by the person supposed to love him most. John B knew JJ saw the look on his face, watching with soft eyes as the boy looked away guilty, looking much like a kicked puppy.

  "Hey, look at me," John B instructed, dragging his hand up to JJ's chin. He redirected his focus, turning his head until the boy was meeting his eyes. "None of this is your fault. You don't deserve to be treated this way, by anyone. You're perfect."

  Instead of avoiding his gaze, blue orbs simply stared into brown ones, a sinful guilt trickling out of them. "I do deserve it, John B. I drove him to be like this."

  "You didn't drive anyone anywhere, JJ. He's not a real man, only an excuse for a coward who takes his own misfortunes out on his child," John be signed, dabbing a cotton rounds with alcohol, bringing it up to JJ's face. "This might sting, bud."

  The alcohol did in fact sting, strangled and suppressed whimpers escaping the blond's lips until John B was finished. "Sh, we're all done now."

  With his face now free of glass shards and blood, the only noticable injuries were the scrapes left and the puffiness of his busted lip. John B could see the tiredness in his boyfriend's eyes, releasing the boy from his couch captivity whilst he left to return the first aid supplies to their normal places.

   JJ was quick to hop back off the couch, scurrying around in a slightly handicapped manner; gathering all the blankets, pillows, and hoodies he could find. He made a small nest on the couch, draping a fuzzy blanket over his bare shoulders, wrapping it around himself before holding it tightly against his chest.

  Bundled up and content with the amount of soft items he found, JJ set off towards John B's bedroom to find the older boy. John B was stood by the bed, preparing to toss an old Heywards hoodie over his bare torso. JJ assumed that Pope left that hoodie at the chateau sometime a year or two ago, and it ended up being one of the 'community' hoodies. JJ was pretty sure everyone in their group had worn it at some point, even Kie.

  John B caught his boyfriend's eye quickly, stopping his movements when JJ shook his head firmly. "I can't wear a hoodie?"

  "Nope," JJ stated firmly, shuffling forward to grab the brunette's hand. He tugged him right to the couch, shoving them both into the small den of blankets formed. John B didn't even have time to protest before he was covered in soft material, not that he would anyway. JJ was quick to curl himself into John B's bare torso, feeling all the tension slip from his body at the contact. Skin-to-skin contact was another thing JJ loved, it calmed him effectively and quickly. John B knew this, giving he was one of the only people JJ would allow himself to be that close with. Kiara and John B, that was it. He didn't know why, but stemming from his home life, JJ assumed he saw them almost as parental figures - except he was dating John B. It may not make much sense, but a lot of things about JJ don't make sense.

  "Can we go surfing tomorrow?" JJ asked suddenly.

  John B laughed, lightheartedly, loving everything about the boy in his arms. Giving a quick kiss to JJ's head, he smiled fondly.

  "Of course we can go surfing tomorrow, sunshine."

[cyberskulzzz]

Store Regulars!!!🌝

who I write for:

☆ The Sturniolo triplets 

☆ All my babysitter‘s vampire characters

☆ All obx characters

☆ Most Shameless characters

☆ Most Victorious characters 

☆ Rodrick Heffley

☆Nick Nelson

what do I write: 

☆ blurbs,headcanons,moodboards

☆ age regressor reader 

I won’t write anything sexual!

[agerefandomrambles]

Yesyesyes so true. We love a Baby J

JJ Maybank from Outer Banks

Is a baby/toddler regressor!

[tinylilacbun]

do u think u could recommend some writers that you enjoy or are similar to u? 🤞🤞

Oh I absolutely can!

So first is my sweetheart @chimindity ♡ she writes currently for obx a lot and has many different things already written both nsfw and sfw (I absolutely adore her sister!reader stuff 🥹)

Then there's @peterslittlefics ♡ he just started writing agere fics and I'm already obsessed with his works!! 🫶🏻

@angelbaby-fics ♡ is also someone I highly recommend! She's such a sweetheart and her fics and little blurbs are also very cute to read 🎀

@pahtoosh ♡ ahh also very adorable agere fics 😭

@romanestuffsposts ♡ is amazing for the daddy!stucky lovers!! 💕

To all the people tagged, keep doing what you're doing! You're amazing 🫶🏻🫂

[agerefandomrambles]

hii ! i seen your recent text post, and was wondering if you could do a byler drabble for me? :) like boyfriendlittle!will & dadacg!mike, but in season three! i don't really have a plot point, so i hope that's okay that you can just do whatever you want with it, thank you in advance!

Title: Little night

Word count: 291

Little! Will

Cg! Mike

Warnings: general trauma?? Idk

Plot: Mike comforts Little! Will after their fight

"I said FORGET it, Mike!" Will shouts before pushing past Lucas and running up the stairs.

Mike stands there, frozen for a moment as deja vu of the last time Will left alone runs through his head. He only takes a second before he runs up the stairs after him, taking them 2 at a time.

"Will come on. You can't leave, it's raining" Mike pleads with Will, desperation seeping into his town as he catches his boyfriend's arm.

Will turns around with his signature wide eyes and Mike lets out a soft "Oh" when he realises that he's little.

"Hi kiddo" Mike says softly, sinking to the floor with him when Will attaches to his shirt and promptly drops to the floor. "Wanna tell me whats going on buddy?" He prompts, gently carding through his hair.

"Changing. You and Lucas and Dustin don't wanna play with me anymore" Will mumbles into his chest. Mike's surprised by how articulate he is. Usually, when Will is little, he communicates by mumbling or pointing. Mike makes a note in the back of his head that Will isn't fully little yet, already speedrunning a plan to get his now-little boyfriend comfortable and soft.

"Aw, I know bubs. But we still wanna play with you. I'm sorry that we've been so busy." Mike apologises, still running his fingers through his boyfriend's hair, chuckling softly when Will keens into his touch. "Tell you what, how about we send Lucas home and I'll run you a bath, then I can make you some chicken nuggets and we'll watch Scooby doo and have a little night?"

Will just nods into his chest, having fully slipped. Mike just laughs softly again, easily gathering Will up and carrying him inside, eager to dote on him.

[steddiemunsington]

he’s just a baby… HI BABY

[aew-regression-cove]

𓆉°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ outer banks masterlist

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

🌷 — edits • (non agere works)

☆ 01 ) Rafe Cameron —

💗 Caregiver Rafe Cameron Moodboard | One

💗 Caregiver Rafe Cameron Beach Moodboard

💗 Caregiver Rafe Cameron Moodboard | Two

💗 Caregiver Rafe Cameron Stimboard

❤️‍🩹 Regressor Rafe Cameron Moodboard

💗 Bath Time W/ Caregiver Rafe Cameron | drabble

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

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

❤️‍🩹 Caregiver Rafe Cameron Comforting You When Sick | drabble

💗 Caregiver Rafe Cameron W/ Sylvanian Families | drabble

💗 Caregiver Rafe Cameron Headcannons

💗 Caregiver Rafe Trying To Explain Maths | comfort thoughts 💭

💗 Caregiver Rafe Shaving His Hair | drabble

☆ 02 ) JJ Maybank —

💗 Caregiver JJ Maybank Moodboard

❤️‍🩹 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

☆ 03 ) John B Routledge —

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

💗 Caregiver John B Routledge Stimboard

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

☆ 04 ) Pope Heyward —

💗 Caregiver Pope Heyward Stimboard

☆ 05 ) Kiara Carrera —

💗 Regressor Kiara Carrera Stimboard

☆ 06 ) Sarah Cameron —

nothing yet . . .

☆ 07 ) Barry —

nothing yet . . .

☆ 08 ) Rafia —

🌷 'i love you, I'm sorry' edit

☆ 09 ) Multiple —

💗 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

[starkeyshirt]

Still us, just different.

little! kiara

caregiver! rafe

things have happened between them, things neither of them could change. things aren't the same as when they started, but maybe with some nurturing, they could be happy again.

<<•>>

The worst part about Singh locking her in a room with Rafe Cameron was probably the fact that she was locked in a room with Rafe Cameron.

Kiara wasn't a fearful girl; she had guts and did whatever it takes to keep her friends safe, happy, and healthy. The only difference between her current situation and others she has been in would be the idea that she is pretty much completely alone. She wasn't with her friends or anyone who cared about her; she was with a psychopathic murderer with a bad temper and an attitude that scared the part of her she hid so well.

Even scarier than that, she knew she was more exposed than she was used to feeling. Rafe knew her; he knew her better than either of them ever let on. Kiara's freshman year was a blur for everyone, but there's parts neither of them could forget. When Sarah and Kiara were best friends and hung out every weekend, they therefore hung out with Rafe occasionally, too. Kiara couldn't tell anyone how things progressed into what they were when her friendship with Sarah ended, mostly because she didn't understand it herself.

Whatever happened between Rafe and Kiara wasn't your average relationship between an older brother and his little sister's best friend... no, everything was always more complicated than that. Even so, Kiara remembered that day like it was yesterday, stained and engraved into the back of her mind no matter how hard she tried to erase it.

  ( She clutched her tiny green turtle stuffie into her chest tightly. As silly as one might think it was for a freshman to keep a stuffed animal on her, she did it anyway. She never was average, and Sarah told her it was cute. Rain poured over her, soaking her curls down so they plastered against her head and face, causing the little bits of mascara she had applied earlier that morning to slide down her face in chunks and streaks.

  While Sarah accepted Kiara with open arms, the other kids at the Kook Academy weren't as friendly. It seemed to her that every little move she made was wrong; if she talked about surfing she was laughed at and if she talked about animals or conservation she was called a nerd. She didn't wear the expensive makeup the other girls wore or have any interest in the tight skirts and shirts. Instead she dressed how she always did; mismatching tri colored pants with a white tank top with jewelry that matched.

   Kiara had only ended up in the rain with a mix of salty tears and rainwater dripping from her cheeks after being bombarded by some of the kook boys on her way out of school. Despite it being that those same boys had teased her that same day in class, their intentions were clearly less than platonic. With four of them and one of her, she barely managed to wriggled away and stuff herself under the football bleachers where none of them could see her. Her day was more than rough; she was exhausted and just about ready to slit her wrists without the rain and asshole boys harassing her, meaning she was really ready by now.

   Kiara felt fuzzy in her chest and her head as she sat in the rain, only partially covered from the downpour. It was nearly a normal feeling for her by now; the fuzzy and groggy feeling that accompanied her every time things just became a little too much - or a lot too much. She honestly couldn't remember when she slipped the small turtle from her bag, but she figured nobody would notice anyway. All of the other students were long gone by now, it was just her left under the bleachers. Or so she thought.

  In the distance, a sopping wet Rafe Cameron slushed his wet feet miserably through the wet grass of the football field. He needed his bag from the locker room all the way at the bottom of the field, and he was honestly questioning saying 'fuck it' and going home without it instead. If he hadn't got caught up with that stupid teacher he would've made it out before the rain anyway.

  As he stomped on, Rafe stopped in his tracks. Underneath the bleachers he could just barely make out a slumped figure with soaked curly hair and an equally as soaked shoulder bag beside them. Rafe could recognize those features anywhere. Changing his direction, Rafe continued to slosh through the grass, this time towards the bleachers instead.

  Kiara couldn't hear Rafe's footsteps until he was just a few steps away, whether that be because of the sound the rain made as it pinged against the bleachers, or the small sounds her own pitiful cries made. She looked up fearfully when she heard them, letting out a breath as she recognized the figure as her best friend's older brother. She was grateful for someone she knew.

   "Kie?" Rafe questioned, crouching down besides the bleachers. Kiara pushed the little turtle into her lap in an attempt to hide it. It was to no avail, because Rafe saw it anyway. "Are you okay?"

  Kiara nodded quickly, trying to ignore the fuzz clouding her brain as she brought a hand up to pat down her ruined hair. She sniffled and it sounded embarrassingly loud. She flushed.

  Rafe brought his eyebrows together. He was observant; he noticed the tear stains that mixed with the dribbling rainwater and the smushed mascara under her eyes. He noticed the tremble to her lips and the shiver in her hands. He knew she was scared, and something else was up, too.

  Without a second thought, Rafe snuck under the bleachers to sit down beside her. She met his blue eyes with big doe eyes and Rafe felt the overwhelming urge to protect her and completely end whoever hurt her. He wanted to care for her, be her shelter.

  As he sat down, she subconsciously shifted closer to him like an injured puppy seeking comfort. He took that as an okay and slipped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her freezing body into his slightly warmer frame. He didn't know where this side of him came from, but while it was here, he just wanted to get her some place dry and warm before she caught a cold.

  "Hey, come with me. It's dry and warm in the locker rooms," Rafe offered, leaning back to meet her wide eyes. Kiara nodded, against any dignity she had left. Fuzzy- feeling Kiara was very different than normal, stubborn Kiara. In the presence of another, she was starting to wonder what the fuzzy feeling really was.

  Rafe shimmied out from under the bleachers, turning around only to see Kiara hadn't following suit. She watched quietly, tired and fuzzy, and cold with the strange urge to cling onto someone warm.

   "C'mon, Kie." Rafe coaxed her out, extending his right hand for her to grab onto. He watched her secure her turtle and her bag in one hand before shuffling out and grabbing onto Rafe's with the other. He smiled. "Good job."

   Kiara smiled too, in a childish way. Rafe felt proud that he made the sad girl smile.

   The older boy brought her to the locker room, immediately locating his bag and searching through it for a towel. He wrapped it around her shoulders once he'd found it, then went back to digging through all of his belongings for drier clothes for her to wear. The rain had slowed now, it shouldn't be stopping soon. If she changed he knew she wouldn't get soaked again.

  Once he found the clothes,  he handed them to her as well and showed her a private area where she could change. Rafe then drove her home and was greeted graciously by her parents and while they didn't know the entirety of her compromised state, they were worried when their little girl hadn't returned to school. They were beyond grateful she had a friend like Sarah, whose family accepted her as one of their own - and clearly Rafe had her back too. )

  Kiara fiddled with a tag on the bedsheets as the memories replayed in her head. There were so many more than just that first day, so many experiences and emotions that she had spent so long penning up and shoving down just for them to all resurface as soon as she was stuck in a room with him. She could feel that small part of herself that wanted to latch onto him and never let go; to be held and loved and for him to be the caregiver he was to her just one year ago. She wanted to trust him and let him be in control, but she couldn't. She was afraid of him. He had done horrible things, he had hurt her friends and stole from them all. He had shot Peterkin and allowed John B to take the fall. He wasn't trustworthy. She knew that. But she also still felt like she knew the real person he was underneath it all.

  "Do you still have him?"

   Kiara's eyes snapped up and locked with his. "Huh?"

   Rafe looked away, guilty with all of his actions, with everything that had happened in just one short year. "I meant Greenie. Do you still have him?"

  Kiara tinted pink at the mention of her favorite stuffed turtle from that very first day. Rafe had helped her name it: Greenie. She recognized that softness to his tone, a softness reserved just for her. Oh how she had missed that. "Yeah, I still have him."

  Kiara watched as Rafe started to pace a little, back and forth and in circles. She could read every behavior he had, and she knew he was guilty. Guilty and just as anxious as she was. She knew what he was going to say.

  "Kie, I really am sorry for everything. I will admit that, what I did to Sarah, what I- I tried to do, that was wrong." Kiara watched as Rafe's face scrunched up and a tear slid down his face. He gestured vaguely with his hands as he spoke, heavy emotion pouring from his voice. "She was family, I never should have touched her! I- I was wrong. I know that, alright? So you don't have to remind me."

   Rafe brought his hands up to cup his face as more tears dripped from his eyes to the floor. Kiara couldn't stand it, seeing him this way. She knew Rafe had a good soul, she knew him from before any of this happened. She knew he struggled with his father, she knew he was devoted to him in a scary way - his devotion without love was what ended him in this predicament in the first place.

  As tears welled in her own eyes, Kiara shifted off of the bed and shuffled over to Rafe. She figured he couldn't see her through his hands over his face, but she crashed forward and hugged him anyway. She clung to him like she did all of those times last year.

   It took Rafe a second to process Kiara's arms around him. He brought his hands away from his tear streaked face and after pausing for a second, wrapped them around Kiara's small frame and returned the hug. She basked in the way his arms fit around her, as if they were never separated and things between them never got rough. The feeling of love that didn't come from romance, but from two people wanting to keep the other safe.

   She snuggled her face into his chest and he hugged her tighter. She was tired; tired of fighting with her mental state and tired of fighting with the idea that she shouldn't enjoy Rafe's presence. The damage was already done, she already had an attachment to him and she knew him for who he really was. Kiara couldn't help but need him.

After a few moments of silence, Rafe spoke up, softer this time. "Will you give me a second chance? Please?"

Kiara nodded before she thought. More tears slipped down her cheeks, and even she didn't know why she was crying. She just felt like she needed to. And Rafe, he was glad she was letting herself cry, feeling the emotions he knows she tries to hide so often.

When she subconsciously shifted her weight into him, Rafe didn't hesitate to scoop her up and set her on the bed with ease. His troubled eyes met her wide ones, and it again was as if there was never a drift between them; they loved each other. He loved her in the way a father loves his own child and she adored him the way that child adores their father.

"I missed you." Kiara mumbled, taking her smaller fingers and using them to grasp onto his larger ones. Ever so gently, she played with his fingers in her grasp. He smiled at her fondly.

"I missed you even more, sweetheart. Now, when was the last time you slipped?" Rafe asked, a comforting amount of concern filling his voice. It wasn't so much as to make her feel bad, but just enough that she knew he really, genuinely cared.

Kiara did have to think for a moment. Throughout the past year, her regression had become a thing of the past. Without Rafe it never felt right, and after a while she stopped trying altogether. "Since you..."

Rafe caught her eyes and nodded so she knew he understood. He ran his large hand through her hair in a calming motion. "I figured so, anyway. No need to feel bad."

Kiara smiled the biggest smile she could muster (it was still pretty small, but even the effort was enough to make Rafe smile.)

Rafe crouched down in front of the bed to relieve his back from its hunched position. Looking into her small eyes, he swore to himself that he would not mess up again. He would not leave her alone again, and he certainly wouldn't risk her getting hurt because he's an idiot.

Kiara reached out to touch his nose, ripping him from his daze. "Nap?"

Rafe chuckled. "Sure, baby. We can nap. In the big bed?"

Kiara giggled and clapped her hands together tiredly. "Big bed!"

And Rafe knew he would get her out of that fortress safely, and that from now on he would protect her every chance he could.