#outer banks agere

[jjtheresidentbaby]

Hi! I just saw that you’re doing obx fix’s now and I’m so happy! I was wondering if you could do one with cg!Rafe Cameron and a little!reader, where the reader stayed up all night playing and they are very sleepy. If you can, could you make it very cute and fluffy?

It’s totally fine if you can’t write it!

Btw, I love your fics!

˚. ❝₊˚ 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 ❞ ˚₊·

» rafe cameron x reader

» a/n: ah sorry this got a tad angsty, i swear i can’t write rafe without it turning angst *stares at all my wips with him*

» warnings: slight angst, rafe being insecure, pet names

“Here you go sweetheart.” Rafe smiles as he slides a plate of pancakes over to you from the other side of the island in the tannyhill kitchen. You rub at your eyes and nod in thanks, still tired from not going to bed when you were supposed to last night but waking up at your normal time.

“You okay?” There’s already a furrow of worry in Rafe’s brow, his voice soft but concerned in full. It’s always been easy to tell when Rafe gets worried about you, his go-to emotion with anyone else is anger but with you it’s different, you get his vulnerable side.

“I’m tired.” You huff and stare at the cut up pancakes on your plate, feeling slightly guilty for not eating them when Rafe had spent the morning cooking for you.

“I guess you did go to bed pretty late last night, you don’t have to eat if you don’t want to.” Rafe assures and plucks the plate from its place in front of you, slipping it into the fridge and instead pulling out a reusable bottle of water he keeps on hand for you. You don’t know when the bottle got bought or what prompted Rafe to get you your own bottle instead of just grabbing one from the cabinets, but you won’t ask, there’s no need to, the fact that he did it is more than enough.

“Do you wanna go lay on the couch? We can watch a movie, have a chill day.” Despite how nonchalant Rafe is trying to sound, you can tell he’s studying your every move to see if something else is wrong or if he’s the one doing something wrong.

He’s been hesitant about taking care of you in certain ways, always checking to make sure that you’re okay, second guessing things under his own anxiety that he’s messed it up, trying to do things perfectly in fear of you leaving and finding a new caregiver because he slipped up. It’ll never be the case and you’ve told Rafe both when little and big that you don’t care if things are perfect, you just want him, in any way shape or form. You think in the past few months he’s been getting better at accepting what you say as truth, but times like this you can see the insecurities poking through.

“Yeah, movie.” Once you have the bottle of water securely in your hands, Rafe comes to scoop you onto his hip. You happily take the physical contact and lean your cheek onto his chest, breathing in his familiar pine scented cologne and snuggling against the soft sleep shirt he still has on.

“The normal?” He asks and sits down on the couch without putting you down, content to hold you throughout the movie- and if he’s being honest it’ll be easier to put you down on a bed if you fall asleep this way, avoids the risk of waking you up by picking you up.

“Yeah.” Your favorite movie is already queued up on the Tv, as it has been since the second week of Rafe stepping in as your caregiver, it’s a small detail but it always makes you smile.

“You can go to sleep, little one.” His hand reaches to lay on the back of your head, thumb rubbing back and forth against your hair as you nod along.

It doesn’t take long for your eyes to slip shut and for Rafe to pull a blanket from the back of the couch around your shoulders. You can feel how he relaxes against the back of the couch once you’ve sunk farther into his chest, finally accepting that being tired really was the only issue. You find it fascinating how expressive Rafe’s body language can be without him knowing, how much him being calm makes you calm, how your body naturally leans into his when you know he needs it and that he subconsciously does the same. It’s a comfort you don’t find with other people, you cherish it with Rafe even if it is just the two of you falling asleep on the couch for an afternoon.

[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.

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    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."

[steddiemunsington]

ok so i just thought about something and i felt the need to share it with you. Ok so imagine little jj and the others going on a roadtrip or something or just a rlly long car ride and jj gets overwhelmed and cranky and starts throwing a tantrum. Then he starts kicking john b‘s seat,they’ll try to calm him down but nothing works until one of them (you choose who) is like hey that hurts the twinkie or that hurts the twinkies feelings and jj immediately is like oh sorry and stops and apologizes. I just thought thats the cutest thing ever.

i am so sorry i took so long to answer this 😭 ive had this written out for months and just let it collect dust but i really wanted to post it! this was such a cute idea i needed to write something!!

JJ’s not sure how long they’d been riding in the Twinkie. He’s not sure he even remembers where they’re going. But he is sure of one thing: he’s tired of sitting in the car.

JJ was just naturally energetic, in or out of his headspace, so the idea of having to sit for long periods of time isn’t something he favors.

John B sits in the driver’s seat, Sarah curled up in the passenger seat. Kiara sits with her back to Sarah’s, while JJ is sat facing the back of John B’s seat, next to Pope.

JJ tries his best to sit still, but his body refuses and he’s continuously squirming where he sits. He gives a light kick to the seat in front of him, catching Pope’s attention. A warm hand rubs his knee. Pope raises his eyebrows at him. “You okay, JJ?”

JJ huffs. “Tired of drivin’,” he grumbles. Pope smiles at that, patting his knee. “We’ll be there soon, bud. Just be patient, okay?”

With another huff and a fold of his arms, JJ sits back, staring out the van window.

John B looks through the rearview mirror at them. JJ pretends to not notice, kicking the seat once again, hard enough this time for John B to feel.

“JJ, can you stop kicking my seat, please?” John B asks, and JJ whines. “It’s taking too long,” he whines out, delivering another kick to the seat in front of him.

“JJ, don’t kick Bee’s seat while he’s driving,” Pope scolds. “Do you want to watch something on my phone? We can watch a movie–“

“I don’t wanna–“

“J, don’t you think you kicking the seat would hurt the Twinkie’s feelings?” Sarah suddenly pops in, making JJ pause. He furrows his eyebrows at her words.

“The Twinkie?”

She nods. “The seat is apart of the Twinkie. When you kick it, you hurt the Twinkie and that makes the Twinkie sad. You don’t want to hurt the Twinkie now do you?”

JJ doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, before he deflates back into his seat. “No,” he says softly, suddenly feeling a wave of guilt. “Don’t wanna hurt the Twinkie. ‘m sorry Twinkie.”

The Pogues can’t help but to smile, both at the fact that Sarah managed to make JJ forget about his tantrum and at how cute it was to hear him apologize to the van.

“We’ll be there in a few minutes, okay kiddo?” John B says. JJ nods before allowing Pope to distract him with a cartoon playing on his phone.

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

[agerefandomrambles]

If you’re up for it could you do the caregiver alphabet with kie from obx? if not no worries!

thx for the rb btw!

Kiara caregiver alphabet

Tagging: @aew-regression-cove @steddiemunsington

A- activities (what is their favourite activity to do with you)

Kie adores taking you to do beach clean ups but she's down to go pretty much anywhere you want to, she's a pretty active cg

B - baby talk [Do they like to talk in a baby voice when interacting?]

Oh she's so guilty of baby talk. If she's only been around her little for a while, she has trouble code switching and ends up asking JJ if he needs the potty or something

C - cuddling [Do they like to cuddle with their regressor?]

She's a cuddle fien!! Doesn't matter where you are or what's going on, if you're OK with it? She's sneaking a cuddle.

D - dress up [Will they play dress up? what would be their favorite outfit?]

She's not a massive fan of dress up but she'll play along if you really want her too. She usually ends up as with a pirate or moana

E - entertainment [What is their favorite movie, show, or book to watch/read with their regressor?]

As said above, her favourite movie to watch with her little is moana, closely followed up by child friendly nature documentaries.

Her favourite show is vintage strawberry shortcake. It's slowpaced enough that she doesn't worry about it overstimulating her little.

Don't ask me to explain it, but her favourite book to read to her little is goodnight moon

F - forgiveness [How forgiving are they when their regressor makes mistakes? How fast do they forgive?]

Shes very forgiving, but she'll remember your mistake to correct how she does things. For example, if you stole a cookie, she'll note it in a little diary of hers so she remembers to hide them a little higher and talk to you about healthy food habits

G - gentle [How gentle are they with their regressor?]

Surprisingly, I don't think she's overly gentle. She's not quite as down to rough house as JJ or John B but she definitely won't treat her little like they're made of glass

H - hugs [Do they like to huggies?]

She adores hugs! I see Kiara as the kind of caregiver that is constantly touching you in some way. She's constantly pulling you in for hugs or to sit on her lap or even just holding pinkies with her if you're not into physical contact

I - imaginary [How imaginative are they?]

I'm so sorry but I don't see her as having any sort of imagination. She'll play along with your games if you like imaginative play but she won't initiate

J - jokes [Do they like to joke around?]

Again, I'm so sorry but I don't see her as being big on jokes. She'd love to but unfortunately most jokes go straight over her head

K - kisses [Do they like to give (platonic) kissies? Where is their favorite spot to kiss?]

Forehead kisses are her favourite but she'll often press small kisses to your hands while you're walking or spending time together

L - lullaby [Do they sing lullabies to their regressor? What is their favorite one?]

She does a modified version of "you are my Sunshine" thats less upsetting but she'll often hum any sort of surfing or beachy songs just whine whenever it's quiet

M - morning [How do they spend mornings with their regressor? (when regressed)

I'm sorry but mornings are HECTIC. Between you, JJ and John B being regressed most mornings, Kie and Pope have to get everyone ready for the day

N - night [How do they spend nights with their regressor? (when regressed)]

Nights are a little more calm then mornings because you, JJ and John B all have different bedtimes so one caregiver (usually Pope) watches the other kids while the other caregiver (usually Kiara) puts the kiddo down

O - overprotective [Are they more overprotective, underprotective, or somewhere in the middle?]

Shes somewhere in the middle. She's not totally overprotective but she's always got an eye on you. Pope is the more protective caregiver of the pair

P - petnames [What are their favorite petnames to use for their regressor? (ex: darling, sweetheart, little one)]

She often finds herself defaulting to kiddo because that's what she uses for you, John B and JJ but her specific one for you is my darling or my little love, depending on how little you're feeling

Q - quality time [How much time do they usually spend with their regressor? Do they live with them or visit?]

If she had her way you'd never be separated. She hates not being with you and so she spends literally as much time as she can with you

R - regression [Do they age regress as well?]

She does but it's exclusively involuntary regression and it's like once a month because she hates it

S - snacks [What snacks do they feed their regressor?]

Shes BIG on healthy snacks. She makes meal plans each Sunday with little chopped up carrots or cucumbers for you to snack on when you get hungry. She also adores juice boxes

T - tea party [Do they enjoy playing tea party? Will they play with the toys and/or stuffies as well?]

Like I said before, she's not big on imaginative play but she'll play along for your benefit

U - understand [How well do they understand their regressors needs and emotions?]

Shes not that great with understanding it intuitively but you barely need to utter the words "I need" and she's already on her feet, eager to help

V - visit [What are some of their favorite places to visit with their regressor?]

110% the beach. Specifically, she adores visiting the beaches where turtles and dolphins visit and teaching you the stuff that she knows

W - warmth [Do they provide physical warmth to their regressor, such as giving blankets or cuddling? Do they make their regressor feel warm and secure, mentally?]

As much as she would love to provide physical warmth, ya girls got poor circulation. She makes up for it by providing an excess of mental warmth.

X - (e)xtra [Additional headcanons?]

She loves setting up and doing those baby sensory activities

Y - yummy [What are their favorite meals to make for their regressor? Are they good at cooking and/or baking?]

Shes big on healthy meals with lots of veggies. She's a vegetarian but she'll often make you meatballs (saying you need the iron and protien). Shes the second best at cooking and baking, just behind Pope.

Z - ZzZ [Do they take naps with their regressor? What are some sleep habits of theirs?]

I hate to say it but Kie is not a napper. I actually headcanon her as being an insomniac. I do reckon that she cooks/bakes/makes things for you while you sleep though

[ouppy-dog]

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!

[ur-fav-is-agere]

JJ Maybank from Outer Banks

Is a baby/toddler regressor!

[aew-kun-age-regression]

I HAVE A QUESTION!!! will you potentially make a JJ (from outer banks) dni board? With the same text as your robert chase dni board?

Hiii!!! Yes I can- I hope this is okay!!!(⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

(let me know if you want anything changed!!!)

[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]

Made me think of you @aew-regression-cove

Hi, can you please write an imagine where Rafe ( before where he's hasn't killed anyone 💀) has a toddler sister (Rose is her mom) she is crying for her mom because she has a fever but Rafe takes care of her and then she clings on to him and he's very protective of her?

Thank you 🎀

Rafe is in his room, sitting on his bed with his back resting against the headboard as he scrolls on his phone mindlessly when his ears pick up the sound of you crying out from your room.

"Mommy-" You whine pitifully, a cough interrupting your call and you continue to cry.

The Cameron boy sighs, swinging his legs over the edge of his bed he pushes himself up, making his way to your room down the hallway, seeing the door slightly ajar.

Pushing it open he sees you sat up on your bed, rubbing at your eyes tiredly and your cheeks flushed red.

You have been running a fever the last few days, only laying in bed and being fed soup every day mostly by him or Rose.

"What's wrong, kid?" He asks as he sits down by your side, placing a hand on your forehead he hums at feeling how warm it still is.

Pouting up at him your bottom lip quivers, making grabby hands at him in a silent request for cuddles and he complies, laying down beside you he lets you crawl on top of him. "There...I got you."

You sniffle, clinging onto his shirt desperately. Seeing you in this state is hard for your brother, he's only used to your bubbly and overall happy personality that brightens everyone's mood the moment you enter the room.

Not to mention that Rafe can't stand to see you in any kind of pain, his big brother instincts flaring up the moment he notices that something's bothering you.

He rests his chin on top of your head, rubbing soothing circles on your back as you keep letting out little whimpers and whines from discomfort.

"I know, I know. You'll feel better soon." He whispers, glancing at all the medication on your nightstand. "Someone gave you your medicine today?"

You mumble something incoherently and Rafe chuckles a little at your stubbornness to take medicine. "S'icky..."

"Trust me, I know it does, but it's there to help you get healthy again, y'know." He explains, feeling you squirm in protest. "You wanna be able to play soon again, don't you? And go to the beach or to the country club with me, hm?"

You huff, your cheek pressed against his chest as you nod your head slowly.

"See, but we can't do that if you don't take them." He says, carefully sitting up he keeps an arm wrapped around your back while he reaches for the bottle of medicine, opening it and pouring some in the small plastic cup.

He pulls you back a little, holding the cup to your lips but you still keep them shut tightly. "A'ight, how about a little trick. Imma pinch your nose shut and I swear you won't taste it as much."

When you nod your head, giving him permission to do so he gently pinches your nose shut and smiles when you open your mouth, quickly swallowing the medicine, only scrunching your face when he lets go of your nose again.

"See, wasn't so bad, right?" He asks, placing the bottle back on the nightstand he grabs your sippy cup with juice instead and you instantly reach for it, taking some big sips. "Slow down, kid."

You do, your eyes are already feeling heavy again. Your small body exhausted from the fever. Rafe takes the sippy from you again and you reach out to grab your bunny and pacifier before snuggling back against his chest.

He places a kiss to the top of your head, pulling the covers over you and you let out a long sigh, completely content in your brother's arms.

"Get some rest, I'll be here when you wake up..." He whispers, smirking at hearing your soft snores.

Taglist

For everything:

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For Rafe:

@chiaraanatra @chimindity @erikasurfer

[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

[melllzy]

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆　　 ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆　　 ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

Hii I'm Melllzy but I just go by Mel 😋 💫🪐

DNI‼️: Proshipper or anyone who ships incest,Adult x child, NSFW or kinks, Adults can interact as long as its not weird or sexual as I am a minor!!!

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Anyway I should tell you guys what I like(*≧▽≦)

So far my Specials intrest are pokemon being the longest and x men being one of my new special interests for a year❗

I do like horror even when little so I'm heavily into horror films and games such as Dbd,cof(cry of fear shortened),sally face,mortal kombat(if u count that as horror :3) fnaf and tcsm(the texas chainsaw massacre)

My love for horror could be one of my special interests since I seen alot of horror movies as a young child and loved them lolz ���

As for my other interest I enjoy video games like!💫

.zelda games .Pokemon .Minecraft .Acnh .Spyo .stardew Valley .Kirby. Mario .Splatoon .Mortal komabt and random mobile apps I find that look fun!

(。≖ˇ∀ˇ≖。)I play roblox to!! But I only play catalogue avatar and adopt meヽ(´Д｀ヽ

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Shows ee!!💓 I loovee mlp and bluey and of course pokemon!! I do occasionally watch anime likes sailor moon but I go more towards shows like scooby do,octonauts,wild kratts,yo gaba gaba,Adventure time,X men 97,X men the animated series and doc Mcstuffins ヾ(=｀ω´=)ノ”

I also like shows that are more adultery and have violence and nsfw themes like •The boys •Supernatural •Metalocalypse •Arcane •Bojack horseman •Dandadan •Outer banks.. most of these shows have Alot of gkre violence and content that has nsfw themes making them explicit and not always appropriate for age regressors to watch .....😣

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Now getting on to the actual agere stuff hehe...😓 my age range is 5-3 but I can get younger depending on the situation but sometimes I can go up to 6-8 but thats pretty rare...I am a flip more regressor lean I don't have a caregiver nor am I caring for anyone but I don't, mind being alone since it's relaxing!! (*≧▽≦)

Anyway good bye anyone whose reading this and good morning,good afternoon or goodnight wherever you are byezz!!!(ヽ≧▽≦ヽ)💓💚🧡💖

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[jjtheresidentbaby]

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

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.

[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.

[steddiemunsington]

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

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 :(

[agerefandomrambles]

A Bad Day

Little!JJ, Little!JohnB

Babysitter!John B, Babysitter!JJ

(Fic. Word count:1,247)

CW: involuntary regression, burn out

Plot: John B discovers a whole new side to himself while caring for a certain little

John B was frantically running around the house, picking up random things before putting them back down and running off again. And all the while, incessant screaming and crying could be heard from the spare bedroom. (35)

"I know bubba. I know. I'm looking for Sean now!" He yelled back as soothingly as possible.

See, this has become something of a normal routine. Everytime JJ felt himself starting to slip ( which was at least once a week), he would get himself to John B's house and he would take care of him.

The only problem? JJ is not what you would call an easy child, as shown by the fact that he was once again throwing a tantrum after he lost his stuffed shark, Sean.

After almost 30 minutes of searching, John B finally found it next to the chicken coop. "Of course" he thought, "JJ must have left it out here when he said goodnight to the rooster"

"Hey J" he called out while letting himself back inside. "Guess what I found?"

Almost immediately, the tantrum stopped. He handed him the stuffie and JJ accepted it. He cuddled into the pillow and muttered a small "t'ank 'ou" before letting himself drift off. (200)

John B backed out of the room quietly before collapsing on the couch. He pulled out his phone and scrolled for a while. He rubbed his eyes tiredly while he stretched and made his way to his bedroom.

"I love Baby J, I really do, but it's tiring having to full time take care of him by myself" he found himself thinking once again. John B has tried convincing JJ to regress around the rest of the pouges and he's tried before but he just can't seem to do it.

So that just leaves John B, caring for JJ completely alone while hiding this monumental secret from most of his closest friends.

Completely exhausted and burnt out, John B was surprised to find himself crying into his pillow. The more he tried to stop it, the more the soft feeling at the back of his mind rose up and the harder he cried.

The sobs built and built until he was dizzy from lack of air. But he had worked himself up now and the flimsy barrier keeping the small side of him down had long since snapped.

He was entirely regressed and entirely alone while mid-meltdown. In fact, he was so distraught that he didn't hear the click of JJ's door as he wandered out of his room after being woken up.

He was so deep into his meltdown that he didn't register JJ at all until a hand came down and rested on his back, causing him to jump.

"Hey, little man." A familiar voice said soothingly. "Are you ok? Can you take a biiig breath for me?"

Still, John B found himself unable to calm down. Instead, he gulped down air. Being face down in the pillow certainly didn't help matters either.

JJ was starting to panic over the fact that John B just seemed to be getting worse "Hey bubs? Can I touch you?" He asked gently, unsure of whether or not he was even little.

John B just nodded into his pillow, still having sobs rip out of his throat.

JJ helped to sit him up. The light hurt his eyes so he latched onto him. His whole body was wracked with sobs and little whimpers escaping every so often.

He just sat there, holding the shaking little. They would have sat there for almost an hour. JJ was sitting silently, rubbing John B's back while the sobs deteriorated into soft whimpers and little yawns.

He was completely exhausted from his breakdown. They would definitely have to have a long and likely awkward conversation about this later but for right now, he was happy to lay in his best friend's lap and let his worries melt away

//next morning//

John B finally managed to pull himself from a deep sleep. He looked around groggily to try and find the source of the noise that woke him up.

And of course, yet again, he found JJ up and making breakfast.

"Morning J" John B said groggily

"Mornin' big man" He replied happily, flipping a pancake.

John B sat himself down and turned on the TV, adjusting the antennas at the top to try and get a signal. Eventually, he managed to get an old cartoon channel. He settled into the couch and watched a rerun of the Simpson's.

It didn't take long for JJ to finish making the pancakes. He put them on a plate and walked over to John B, plopping himself down next to him.

John B contently ate pancakes with JJ until an ad break came up. JJ turned a little and smoothly said, "so... how much do you remember from last night?"

John B stopped dead mid-bite. His entire body froze up. He took a long, deep breath and mentally counted to 10 before responding.

"Um... not much man. Why? Did I get blackout?"

JJ looked at him carefully, judging how to go about approaching this.

"Just... how much do you remember?"

"Um... I remember looking for Sean. I remember putting you to bed" at this JJ blushed fiercely but still John B continued. "I remember going out to the couch. And nothing after that"

JJ stilled himself in an attempt to make himself look less scary. He was preparing for the very real possibility that John B could slip again when he brought it up.

"Alright man... this is going to be a tough conversation but I need you to listen to me ok?" JJ asked, being the bigger person for the first time in a long time.

"Yeah sure?" He answered, confused about what was happening.

JJ stayed silent for a minute, deliberating what would be the best way to say it before deciding to just be blunt. "I think you age regress too".

John B immediately sprung into defensiveness. "Nuh uh! I take care of you, not the other way around! I'm not the baby here!" He half yelled, feeling the fuzzy feeling building up again.

JJ just stayed silent during his rant. When it was clear that John B was done, he got up and made more pancakes. John B let out a whine when he realised that JJ was ignoring him.

"I told you that I need you to listen didn't I?" He asked firmly.

John B just nods sadly, fully sinking into his age regression.

"Awe bubs" He coos, coming back over to the couch with the pancakes. He sets them down on the table and opens his arms. John B curls up in his arms for a cuddle.

"So bubba, do you believe me yet?" He asked calmly after a moment. He just nodded, feeling too overwhelmed for words.

"But... I think it might be time to bring in some other pouges, huh?" JJ offered. John B just babbles at JJ and he just chuckles.

"You do know regression isn't a bad thing right? Look at how much it's helped me. I think it could be really good for you" JJ whispered, not wanting to overwhelm John B anymore than he already was.

"We'll talk more when you're big yeah?"

And with that JJ took John B's hand and the two played on the playground outside of John B's house. And it was the best fun they'd had in a long time.

[fenskethefever]

  We decided to spend Christmas at the beach this year.  It was glorious.  We rented a nice oceanside beach house on the Outer Banks, near Kitty Hawk, North Carolina, taking advantage of off-season prices.  I took a number of sunrise photos. It was only natural because I got up early every day.  I took the photo above the last morning.  Nice, huh?  Look on the left side, near the waterline.  I didn’t see this when I first took the photo.

As I admired the view, I finally noticed it.  At first, I thought it was a large piece of driftwood.  Then I figured it was a large dead fish.  Then I noticed what looked like whiskers.

The is a zoom-in from the previous photo. 

“Oh, great,” I thought to myself, “A dead seal on our last day!”

I kept trying to comprehend what I was seeing; then it happened.  The tail flippers moved ever so slightly.

“Even better, a dying seal on our last day.”

The tide was coming in. I checked it on-line.  High Tide was in about an hour.  I could see the waves extending a little more up the sand every few minutes.  The seal raised its head once.

Then a flock of seagulls came up and started a wide circle around the deck and the shore, including the seal.  In my mind, they were focused on the body.

“I’m not going to stand here and watch breakfast being served.”

So I tromped out into the sand, in my shorts and croc-style clogs; not my sand footgear of choice. I was intent on at least inspecting it with a bit more detail before I called somebody.  It was a bit chilly and the sand at the end of the deck was deep and loose, so I made my way toward the body with some difficulty.  Somewhere between fifty and a hundred feet from it the status changed.  Forgive me for being less-than-accurate because what happened next greatly diverted my attention.

My approach caused the seal to suddenly perk up. It looked up, then turned toward the water. It looked back and then started its funny seal-walk toward the waiting waves. It wasn’t dead or sick … it must have been sleeping!

I fumbled with the phone in my pocket and quickly fired up my camera, and caught these shots of the rush for safety.

The entire sequence of events took maybe thirty seconds.  It was a rare and remarkable nature sighting and for me, it seemed to last much longer.

Finally, all that was left was this:

I saw it one more time, about twenty feet out, its little head poking out of the water, probably wondering what the heck happened and who the heck had barged into the room.

Since then, I’ve learned a bit more about seal sightings along the North Carolina coast. In the winter, seals move south, down the coast. A few go as far as NC, some even make it down to South Carolina.  It’s a rare thing to see, but not unusual. A lone seal like this is not unusual either. The young ones, probably teen-agers in seal years, often take off on their own.  Being on the beach like this is not unusual either.  It’s termed “hauling out” … and it is considered quite normal for seal behavior.

I did the wrong thing by approaching him. I had no idea. It turns out there is a number to call to report sightings … they would have told me what to do: just keep back and watch.  This one was probably waiting for the tide to be the alarm clock.  I did report the sighting after the fact, which is another thing they say to do.

Anyway, it was a great last day, and it was an awesome bookend for the year 2019.

Happy New Year.

BTW: Here’s a link with resources; … I wish I had this available at the time:  NOAA Link

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Thomas Fenske is a writer living in North Carolina.  Make 2020 the year you catch THE FEVER … read it and the other two books in the trilogy.  You won’t be sorry. http://thefensk.com

    Seal of Approval We decided to spend Christmas at the beach this year.  It was glorious.  We rented a nice oceanside beach house on the Outer Banks, near Kitty Hawk, North Carolina, taking advantage of off-season prices.