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jjtheresidentbaby · 2 months

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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!

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» 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.

#jj writes #outer banks agere #little!reader #caregiver!rafe cameron #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader

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steddiemunsington · 9 months

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Pleaseeee write something with cg rafe,if you dont write for rafe you could also do sarah as a cg. Have a great day<3

caregiver rafe cameron headcanons

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 :(

#age regression #agere #outer banks agere #outer banks age regression #caregiver rafe cameron #cg!rafe

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starfxkr · 3 months

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now objectively we know the parentification of rafe as your bf and his crossed wires with father/caregiver/lover is very serious and the ramifications etc etc but man oh man does it come with tew much joke material like its a little funny ok

bc imagine rafe “i’m not one of your lil friends” cameron putting you on punishment at your big mighty age like 😭

he will put you in fuckin time out like you arent a grown woman??? and the strangest part is you never fight it like atp fine ill just go in the corner….

#✨.txt #rafe cameron prompt

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coryosbaby · 1 year

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I love overanalyzing the way I write some of the characters in my fics bc when you come to terms with it you realize the whole fic literally tries to manipulate you into thinking they’re good for the reader’s life when in all reality they’re narcissists who can’t love 🤲🏻 like yeah, the reader is just like me and is highly dependable on a person to act like a caregiver, and yes, the character they fuck is completely deranged and toxic 😜 and no, I wouldn’t want that shit irl

but for Ethan landry & Rafe Cameron? U know I’m finna b letting them kill for me and then fuck the shit outta me after 💘💘

#Ethan landry #rafe Cameron #scream iv #scream 6 #scream #obx #outer banks #Ethan landry x reader #rafe Cameron x reader

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marvelfanfics1 · 7 months

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jj and rafe are the reason i was die everyday 😭

I just know they would be the best caregivers to exist especially JJ!! Always around you, asking if you need anything, definitely protective and a little bit possessive. (and just the pogues in general loving to care for you and entertain you when you need to be little after a stressful day at work/school)

With Rafe it would be like grumpy x sunshine, like he'll be snarky and grumpy towards everyone else but you. You are his baby and no one even dares to look at you the wrong way, knowing how far Rafe Cameron will go when his baby gets upset.

I NEED THEM TO HOLD ME NOW 😡

#little!reader #daddy!rafe thoughts #papa!jj thoughts

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sunnyie-eve · 1 year

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Won't Tell a Soul(Pt.9)

Series: Never Leave You | OBX

Paring: (JJ Maybank x OFC! Rafe Cameron x OFC!)

Word Count: 2161

Warnings: mention of abuse/rape, smut, light angst, comforting,

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At the beginning of August, Joey moved out finally having enough of the Outer Banks and shit that goes on since Callie still stays out late with JJ and Tess didn't seem to care.

JJ also started to be distant with Callie at times. She knew he was missing his best friend but why was he doing it with just her. He didn't do it with Kie or Pope.

"Callie, you have a letter." Tess has a certain look on her face as she holds out the letter to her.

Callie takes it to read and she knew the handwriting right away reading it to herself, "My dad is out of prison." She looks up at her aunt, "He's living in Figure Eight and wants to see me."

"Are you going?" Tess asks worried.

"Yeah…"

Callie headed to the rich side of the island going to the address in the letter. Arriving at the house she looks at the door before ringing the doorbell. When the door opens she was confused to see Rose.

"Callie? What are you doing here?" Rose asks confused too.

"What are you doing here? My father told me to come here."

"Your father is Will? William, it's for you." She calls out and he comes around the corner smiling at his daughter.

"Look at you. I didn't think you could get more beautiful." He walks up to the door.

"You know Rose?" Callie looks at her.

"Yeah, my brother, your uncle, used to date her before Ward and we stayed good friends." He explains, "Come on in, honey." He motions for her so she does and Rose leaves the room so they could be alone. "How have you been?" Will asks his daughter.

"Not great… two friends of mine died."

"John B and Sarah Cameron." He says their names.

"Yes, but he didn't kill the sheriff. Rafe did." She says since he apparently knew the Camerons because of Rose.

"I figured that out by the way Rose acts when I asked her questions. Especially Ward." He looks where Rose walked off to. "I'm glad you decided to swing by. I know I'm not the best father. The way I treated you and your mother. Especially when I was high on drugs… trying to kill your mother because I was out. How is she?" He asks.

"You don't know?" She looks at him.

"Don't know what?"

"She left me four years ago after you got put away. Aunt Tess has been my caregiver. We just moved back in recently with her ex." Callie explains to her father.

"You're mother just up and left you? Wow, what a bitch. You were her world…" He sighs as Rafe walks into view.

"Callie?" He looks at her out from the deck.

She looks over at him before walking outside slapping him across the face hard. He just stands there with his head turned nodding, "I deserved that."

"You deserve a lot me. You deserve to rot in a prison cell for kil-," Rafe covers her mouth with his hand as her father walks away inside.

"Don't say it." He growls.

"Why did you kill her? All she was doing was her job arresting your father for John B's father's death." She shoves his hand off her mouth.

"You wanna know why I did it?" Rafe starts to tear up, "You wanna know the truth?" A tear falls making Callie feel bad deep down seeing him like this. "He was in trouble and I was protecting him. I did it. Not Sarah, the only child he fucking cares about. I did it. I wanted him to like me more for once." He cries to her.

She goes to open her mouth but he talks again, "When I told him why I did… he stepped forward and I stepped back. He hugged me and I was confused but then happy he didn't hit me." He says and the last few words hit her right in her soft spot.

"God damn it… none of that will ever make me forgive you… but Rafe, your father's love isn't worth all that." She steps closer to him. "I know you want it and for him to be proud of you but you aren't going to get it that way." She pulls him into a hug as he still cries a little. "I fucking hate doing this." She sighs in the hug.

Once they finally stop hugging he asks her what she was doing there, "Will is my father I told you about." She looks down, "I don't even know why I'm here." She starts to tear up, "I'll never forgive him because it's his fault my mom left me." A tear rolls down her face, "It's his fault I had to move in with my aunt and Joey. It's his fault I got abused and raped." She spills making Rafe's eyes widen.

"Joey raped you?" He asks making her realize what she said. She's never told anyone that. Not Tess or even JJ.

"No." She quickly tells him.

"Callie." He says making her cry.

"Don't tell anyone please, Rafe." She cries harder making him pull her into a hug now. "I was only fourteen." She whispers.

Rafe held her tightly against his chest as his soft spot for her grew bigger in his chest, "I promise not to tell a soul, princess." He rubs her back.

"Princess?" Callie looks up at him with their faces inches away from each other.

"Sorry… I mean bitch." He gets a chuckle out of her before he leans down to place a kiss on her lips. When he felt her lips part, he used it to his advantage and deepened the kiss, pulling her even closer to him even though there was no more room.

As Callie felt her hands moving up his chest she steps back sick of herself for actually kissing him back, "I gotta go. Tell Will I'll see him another time." Callie backs away before running to the car to go home.

"How did it go?" Tess asks as Callie rushes into the house.

"Didn't talk long. He knows the Camerons though." She rushes up to her room.

"I have a job dinner party to go to tonight so I'll leave you some money to go get something!" Tess shouts out to her.

While Callie hung out in her room at home alone, Kiara decided to swing by to see how she was doing so Callie told her about her dad being out free and knowing Rose.

"Wasn't he supposed to be in prison for at least twenty years? It was only four…" Kie gives her a look.

"I know… How's JJ?"

"Why are you asking?" Kiara says confused not knowing that he ignores Callie.

"He's been distant with me since they disappeared. I don't know why just me because he still talks to you and Pope."

"I'll ask him what the hell next time I see him. That fucking idiot. I'll see you tomorrow." Kie leaves Callie alone.

Bored Callie went downstairs to drink some alcohol and get high to relax from the news of her dad being back.

Somethin' 'bout you Makes me feel like a dangerous woman Somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout Somethin' 'bout you Makes me wanna do things that I shouldn't Somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout

Callie sang the lyrics moving to the music, which was turned up loud, as she drank walking around the house high as hell with a buzz. Since the music was so loud she didn't hear the knocking at the front door.

"Hello!" Rafe walks into the house since the door was unlocked. "Callie!" He calls out her name and as the song ends she hears him.

"What are you doing here?" She downs her bottle.

"I wanted to talk to you about earlier." He tells her but she doesn't listen as she sings the lyrics to the next song.

You don't own me I'm not just one of your many toys You don't own me Don't say I can't go with other boys

"Callie, listen to me damn it." He takes the bottle from her so she blows smoke in his face, "Where's Tess?"

"Dinner party with people from work so I'm relaxing." She smiles, "You know, if you weren't such a dick…I'd like you."

"Nice to know." He huffs.

"Kiss me." She says surprising him.

"What? No. You're drunk and high." He tells her as she steps closer to him.

"I'm not drunk, just high." She corrects him.

"I'm still not kissing you."

"That's funny. You don't want to kiss me when I want you to, but in the past, you kept kissing me when I didn't want you to." She laughs at him.

"Because you aren't thinking straight right now, Callie. You're stressed out with Will being back and you kissing back me earlier." He says making her huff.

"You forgot to add my best friend, I have feelings for, is ignoring me at all costs but not Kie or Pope. Also, my other best friend and your sister are dead." She takes her drink back taking a sip, "Now, you can shut up and kiss me or get out of my house." She tells him putting her empty bottle down.

Rafe quickly grabs her by the waist pulling her closer leaning down to kiss her. One of her hands go to the back of his head for support, while both of his hands now moved to grip at her ass, eliciting a small whimper from her lips as he squeezed it.

"Jump." He broke off the kiss for a moment, jumping up to him, his hands grabbing her thighs and her legs placed around his waist, as he walked upstairs towards her.

He laid her down in her bed, pressing heated kisses at her neck and her collarbones, the softness of his lips on her skin make her release a small whimper. Slowly, he came back up to face her, gazing into her eyes hazelly, as all the rational thoughts left from her body.

This was wrong, this was so wrong and she knew it but she needed to relax in some way. Even if it was with a psychotic, drug abuser, douche bag, and murderer.

The kiss she gave him as she pulled his face closer to her was nothing but primal, his tongue sloppily licking at her, and her teeth nipping at his lips.

Rafe's grip tightened on her tight, she was sure she would find his fingerprints on her the next day. Callie whimpered at the feeling, her hips involuntarily bucking into his groin, making him groan.

Rafe grinds down against her as her lips traveled down his neck, licking at his skin while her hands traveled down his back, playing with the hem of his t-shirt, raising it higher and higher until he finally got the hint and undressed himself of it.

Since Callie was wearing a dress it wasn't that hard for Rafe to take off her underwear, leaving her bottom half bare. There was no time to waste, so he unbuttoned his pants, leaving them to pool down at his feet, and got rid of his underwear. While he struggled to open a condom, that he must've gotten from his back pocket, she was busy admiring his toned body.

"Fuck." She moaned out as he groaned into her neck as he slowly started to penetrate her, little by little, but enough to have her desire more. Once he was fully inside of her, he started to thrust slowly in and out of her, letting her adjust to him, "This is so wrong."

"Just like enjoy it, princess." He started to pound her faster, but still not enough for her liking.

"I'm not exactly enjoying it yet." She tells him so his hands came to her hips, gripping them tight as he started plunging into her. Callie gasped at the harsh movements as her nails started tracing patterns on his back.

One of his hands traced to pull the top of her dress on her waist, her boobs spilling out of it. He seemed almost hypnotized by the way they jiggled as he plunged into her, taking one of them into his hands.

Callie's hands move back up into his hair, pulling his face down to hers to meet with sloppy, messy kisses.

Both moaning into each other's mouths, Callie felt her climax approaching, as did Rafe, when he felt her tightening around his cock. His right hand came to rub at her clit, making her arch her back at the sensation, several mentions, loud sounds, of his name falling off her lips.

Rafe wanted to go on for much longer, but he couldn't last any longer when he heard the loud noises that left Callie's mouth and filled the room. He groaned loudly as he found his release, sloppy thrusting into her as he helped her ride her high. Once her breathing calmed down, he fell down next to her, taking the condom off of him and pushing the hair that gathered on his forehead away with his hand.

"If you tell anyone… I will fucking kill you, Rafe. No hesitation like you did with Peterkin. I swear by it." Callie stares at her ceiling as the reality of the situation sunk in.

"I won't tell a soul. I swear by it as well because I believe you." He spoke through harsh breaths.

#obx #outer banks #obx ff #obx jj #obx john b #obx kiara #obx sarah #obx pope #obx rafe #jj maybank #john b routledge #kiara carrera #pope hayward #rafe cameron #sarah cameron #jj mayback imagine #obx jj maybank #rudy pankow #rafe cameron imagine

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fiction-is-life · 2 years

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Secret Santa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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#topper+thornton+x+reader #topper x reader #topper thornton #topper thornton one shot #topper obx #obx #outer banks #outer banks fanfiction #topper x y/n #topper thornton obx #topper thorton imagine

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matthewtkachuk · 4 years

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obx masterlist

JJ Maybank

baby you were my picket fence

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

feel something (series)

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

say you love me (blurb)

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

everything you’ve ever wanted (blurb)

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

your voice, it calls me (blurb)

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

about love (blurb)

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

mistaken identity

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

Rafe Cameron

nicotine

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

distractions (blurb)

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

ignore me (smut)

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

forgive me (smut) - sequel to ignore me

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

surprise (blurb)

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

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

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

speak now

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

the essay (smut)

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

aviophobia

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

keep your friends close and make out with your enemies

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

Topper Thornton

mad woman

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

give you anything (blurb)

the one where topper would give you anything if you asked

Pope Heyward

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

the one where pope is ashamed of his kook girlfriend

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

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

caregiver (blurb)

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

Blurb Night

JJ Maybank

44. “I’ll drive you to the hospital.”

16. Celebratory hug

40. It was my fault for thinking you might care

Rafe Cameron

14. “How heartbreaking.”

Topper Thornton

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

9. You’re jealous aren’t you

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

Pope Heyward

2. Sleepy hug

40. “I made this for you.”

4. comfort hug

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

#diverdcwn writes #jj maybank x reader #rafe cameron x reader #topper thornton x reader #pope heyward x reader

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jjtheresidentbaby · 1 month

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Hi! Congrats on 1000 followers!

Could you do a cg! Rafe Cameron x little! Reader with the prompts "shh, go back to sleep. you need it." and "shh shh, no, it's alright. you're fine, shh."

Btw, I love your blog and I’m so happy you’re doing obx fics now!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ you’re fine ⋆ﾟ⊹ ➢ event masterlist

» rafe cameron x reader

» a/n: hope you don’t mind me taking some creative liberties and making this pouge!reader turned kook!reader

» warnings: set sometime in season 3, talk of canon events, pouge!reader turned kook!reader, pet names, nightmares, angst, crying, hurt/comfort I’m still not sure I like this

Rafe jolts when you wake up with a choked off scream that quickly turns to a sob, he moves from his place in a chair in the corner of the room to the side of your bed in seconds, already reaching to rub your back.

“Shh, shh, no, it's alright. you're fine, shh.” He soothes and pulls you up into his lap when you reach out for him.

“It’s okay baby, you’re alright.” It’s so gentle coming out of his mouth you’d swear it wasn’t Rafe if it wasn’t for the moonlight coming in through the window lighting up his distraught expression scrunched on his face.

It’s been months of this. Of waking up in nightmares that leave you shaking and grasping for Rafe to be at your side, of Rafe doing absolutely everything he can to comfort you, of you trying to adjust to living in Tannyhill with Rafe rather than back on the Cut near Jj’s house where you grew up. You and Jj don’t talk anymore, none of the pogues give you so much as a sparing glance, they’re all too aware of what side you chose when you didn’t flee off that cargo ship with them- you stayed with Rafe.

“I- I was back there-.” Rafe tightens his arms around you with a low shh that you listen to easily, leaning into his touch and letting him start to rock the both of you in place.

“You’re not there, you’re here with me. We’re safe and back in obx, we never have to be there again.” It’s not the fear that was steadily coursing through your veins on that boat that bothers you, really it isn’t, it’s the look of absolute betrayal that spread over all your old friends’ faces.

It’s something you can’t shake and while you know you made the right decision- you, Rafe, and Barry melted the cross down, you’re all rich, Ward isn’t around to bother you, you’re living a better lifestyle than you’ve ever dreamed- it’s still stomach churning to think about the pogues. You don’t even know where they are right now or what they’ve been up to, once they found out you helped melt the cross that was it, you had hope that maybe they’d see where you were coming from but that crossed the line. A line you truly didn’t think existed.

You grew up on the Cut with them, hell you had problems with Kiara when John B introduced her because she had a house on Figure Eight, you never thought you’d end up on this side of island for anything more than a job or a party, you thought you’d be with them no matter what, that nothing that happened would break the bond between you and the other pogues and now-. If you think about this too much you’ll get a headache.

“Shh, go back to sleep. you need it." The feeling of Rafe’s chin hooking atop your head brings you back to where you are.

“I’m sorry.” After that day on the boat where you had clung to Rafe the second you two were alone, crying and scared, slipped so far into your headspace you couldn’t think about that fact that you were hugging around Rafe Cameron- it feels like all you’ve done is apologize to him. The guilt of absolutely everything you do eats at you, no matter what choice you make it ends up hurting someone, you end up being the problem.

“You don’t need to apologize, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Rafe replies with zero hesitation as he always done. He’s never questioned your loyalty to him or said you need to get over what happened with the pogues, in some weird way you think understands it, he doesn’t have anyone but you and Barry left. And even then- Barry betrayed him once, you can still feel the tension between them at times because of it.

“You’re always taking care of me and I’m still a mess.” It took all of two seconds for Rafe to jump into caregiver mode on that boat when he realized that you were regressed, you don’t think he’s ever gotten out of it. Months later and nothing has changed, he’s taken on the role as your caregiver without a single question or judgement made, as if he already knows everything he needs to know to watch you.

“Shush baby, it’s not your fault those pogues put you through so much.”

Logically you know Rafe’s version of events are skewed and probably will be no matter what you say- but it still hurts a little to think he blames them in full. It was your own fault, you went along with every plan they came up with from that first day John B said you guys should go out looking for the royal merchant after that storm, and even if you eventually felt out of your depth and like things were getting too hectic and you wanted to tell them to stop- to go back to how you all were before- it’s still on you.

“They’re never going to forgive me.” You whisper and truly don’t mean to, that was supposed to stay in your head.

“They’ve put you through hell, you aren’t the one that needs to be forgiven, you made the right decision. The smart one.” You nod at Rafe’s serious but soft tone and curl farther into his chest.

“Yeah, I’m glad I have you.” Everything else aside- you’d do anything to keep Rafe around, he’s there for you in a way none of the pogues ever have been and you can’t ignore that.

“You’ll always have me baby.” He presses a kiss to the side of your forehead and lays you both back against the bed, shifting slightly so you can lay over his chest and he can pull a blanket over both of you.

“Try and sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.” You hum to Rafe, letting your eyes slip shut in contentment. He will be here when you wake up, you know that, you’d never doubt that, and it makes some of that guilt slip off your shoulders.

#jj writes #jj events #outer banks agere #little!reader #caregiver!rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #pouge!reader turned kook!reader #<< I’ll probably write more of this if yall like it

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˚. ❝₊˚ 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 ˚₊·

» sarah cameron & topper thornton || on my ao3

͟͟͞꒰➳ summary: following the scene in s2e6 where topper saves sarah from rafe trying to drown her — topper navigates trying to take care of little!sarah when he isn’t quite sure what’s going on

» warnings: little!sarah, caregiver!topper, swearing, crying, talk of canon violence/events, references to child/family abuse, talk of weight changes/not eating, past topper/sarah

“You got that? You got that Rafe?!” The words tremble just slightly as Topper grits them through his teeth, dropping Rafe to the ground and not letting his bloodied face be in his sight for another second before he turns to Sarah.

“Sarah, Sarah you okay? Can you breathe?” Topper’s hand shakes the smallest amount, resting in the air unsure if he’s allowed to touch Sarah or if that’ll make her very obvious panic worse. She blinks at him hard and sucks in a shaky breath.

“M’okay.” She’s not. Topper knows that and it makes his jaw clench tight in anger all over again, debating for half a second if turning back around to beat on Rafe some more is worth it, but then Sarah timidly reaches out for him and all that rage slips away.

He can’t get her held in his arms any quicker and reassurances start to naturally fall from his lips. It’s too cold for Sarah to be out here in the night when she’s sopping wet, she shouldn’t be stuck in the place where something so traumatic happened either, and the grip she has on the back of Topper’s shirt tells him he won’t be letting her out of his sight anytime soon.

“Sarah, can you walk? We can get on my boat and get away from here.” Away from her absolutely deranged family. Topper always knew Rafe was a loose cannon and Ward gave him a bad vibe since the day he met him but this- Rafe almost drowning his own sister- it’s so much worse than Topper ever thought. It makes a million questions pop into his head, terrified that this isn’t the first bout of violence Sarah’s faced from her family, overthinking every interaction he’s ever observed of Sarah and her family together.

Has this been going on for a long time? Months? Years? When did it get this bad? Maybe this is why she was so attached to John B so quickly, he’s nothing like her family, the farthest thing from it, Topper doubts he even knew Sarah’s step-moms name before they started dating. Shit- was Sarah ever scared of Topper because he hung around Rafe? Did she think he would hurt her?

The back of Topper’s throat turns sour with the thought and he shakes himself back to reality. Sarah hasn’t moved away from his neck, still shaking in place, her freezing nose tucked right up against his hot skin as Topper carefully cradles a hand to the back of her head. Her hair is hardening with the cold water and air from the sea, they really need to get out of here.

“Do you… want me to carry you?” His eyes squeeze shut with the ask because he knows it’s probably the last thing he should be saying. But Sarah’s always loved being carried around, she’d jump on Topper’s back any chance she could get even before they dated, giggling happily when he’d run around with her and bounce her up higher. He’d do anything to hear that giggle right now.

“Y-yeah, please.” The barely audible whisper of Sarah’s voice snaps Topper’s heart to a million pieces all over again.

“Okay I got you.” It’s easier than it was in the past to heft Sarah onto his hip, even with the wet clothes she’s lighter, thinner, he wonders how many days she went without eating when her and John b were stuck running from the cops. There should be food at the boat house he’s planning on taking them to.

The walk over to Topper’s boat is short but actually climbing onto the boat takes a minute or two, Sarah’s unwilling to let go of him and he’s scared of missing his step and falling into the water with her. He manages to get them both on safely but Sarah still won’t let him put her down on the bench of the boat. Something’s shifted in how she’s acting that Topper can’t quite place but it makes his whole chest fill with protective energy. The way she’s leaning on him, curled in as close as possible when he sits on the chair in front of the steering wheel, her hands in a loose grip on his shirt still, eyes wide and terrified— she looks so small — it makes Topper feel impossibly more responsible for her. There’s no way she can be responsible for herself right now, she must be in shock, too out of it to do anything but silently cry against Topper’s chest.

“I know somewhere we can go, somewhere warm, somewhere safe.” He murmurs and reaches to grab a stray blanket that’s draped over the bench of the boat from earlier in the day when Topper spent a good hour sleeping in the sun. Sarah used to say he was like a cat, always attracted to sun spots, but then she started to do the same and they could only laugh about it. A nap like that would probably be good for Sarah right now, it’d at least warm her up- but it’s night and the farther out into the water they drive the colder it gets.

“We’re almost there.” Topper assures when he feels Sarah shiver against him, nodding weakly in acknowledgment. The boat house truly isn’t far and he can see the outside light that’s always flipped on when it gets dark out, but the five minutes still feels like an eternity.

“Do you wanna walk in on your own?” Despite internally cringing as he asks the question because surely Sarah’s okay to walk now- Sarah only shakes her head against his chest. It makes the worry Topper’s had this entire time grow even worse, but he’d never tell her no so he quickly gets the boat tied down - reluctantly leaving Sarah sitting alone on the captain's chair as he does- before coming to scoop her up into his arms bridal style and carry her inside.

“Here’s a towel, I should have some sweatpants and a shirt somewhere around here just give me a sec to find them.” Topper really doesn’t want to leave Sarah sitting on the daybed by herself but she needs to change out of those soaked clothes sooner rather than later.

It takes a lot of digging and a few random swimsuits flung to the floor but eventually Topper finds a pair of jogger sweatpants and a loose shirt, both dry, both much warmer than the small jean shorts and t-shirt Sarah’s in now. She’s busy patting her hair dry, though the action is a little uncoordinated and clumsy, Topper moves to swipe the towel across her hair without thinking.

“Thanks.” It’s a mumble and Sarah’s eyes stare at her hands fidgeting in her lap rather than at Topper.

“Course. Here I’ll stand outside while you get changed.” The last thing he wants is to make Sarah feel uncomfortable so he slips back out onto the landing of the boat house after handing her the new clothes.

It’s already colder outside than when they first arrived despite how little time has passed. Topper momentarily thinks about taking Sarah back to his house for the night. It'd be nicer, probably safer, but his parents just got home from a week-long trip and won’t appreciate him sneaking his ex-girlfriend into his room at ten at night. Even if it’s not for any reason other than to take care of Sarah, not that he can exactly explain that, there’s no way anyone would believe him if he said he caught Rafe trying to drown Sarah when he went out to the docks to get his phone charger from the boat. It’d sound absurd. Like some excuse just to have Sarah stay the night. It’ll be better if she stays here.

“T-top?” The sight of Sarah all but drowning in Topper’s shirt as she sits cross legged on the bed almost makes Topper audibly go ‘awe.’ It’s not how he’s used to feeling about Sarah, there’s nothing romantic about the feeling, she just looks so small and innocent like this it’s pulling on his heart strings.

“Any warmer?” He tugs the blanket back over her shoulders even as Sarah nods to him.

“It’s late, you should sleep.” Not that Topper really wants to leave her out here alone to do so, but she looks exhausted and probably feels worse than she looks considering everything.

“Wait- will you stay?” His wrist gets caught when he turns to walk out of the door again.

“You sure?” Sarah hums and Topper hesitantly moves to sit on the edge of the bed, keenly aware that this might be a bad idea. It’s not that he thinks anything will happen- there’s no way- but Sarah might regret having had him stay in the morning.

“Sarah, you okay?” The answer is blatant, no she isn’t, she just climbed her way to be nearly sitting in Topper’s lap with her head on his chest and arms around his middle, she’d never do that under normal circumstances.

Even when they were a couple she always preferred to lay her head on his shoulder and hold his hand or throw her legs atop his so he could brush his fingertips up and down her calfs- she never wanted to be this close, never clung onto him like she is right now. He doesn’t know what to do in this situation- she’s dating John b, obviously likes him more than she ever liked Topper in a romantic way, and while this feels the farthest thing from romantic, Topper’s still weary of where the line of too much is.

“It’s okay, you can go to sleep, I’m right here.” The reassurances fall from his lips in spite of his personal worry, he simply wraps his arms around her back and gently brushes his thumb up and down on her spine til her eyes flutter shut.

The morning may be awkward and Topper still isn’t sure why Sarah’s behavior has changed so much but for now he does his best to make sure Sarah feels comforted. It’s the least he can do after the hell she’s experienced tonight with Rafe, and he can worry about John b possibly kicking his ass later, he doesn't care as long as Sarah is safe tonight.

#jj writes #outer banks agere #caregiver!topper thornton #little!sarah cameron #sarah & topper #topper thornton #sarah cameron

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