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FULL THROTTLE (EXCERPT)

my submission to my lil' campaign, make rafe great again, if anyone wants to join! this is for a longer fic for biker!maybank!reader that i have yet to finish, but i love her attitude, so i fear i must share it <3

content: angst angst angst, tensionnnnn

Rafe’s trying to reach you.

He knows you’re back on the island, and for the past few days, you’ve been letting his calls go to voicemails and his texts on delivered. At this point, you should block him, but for some reason, you don’t. You tell yourself it’s because Rafe isn’t the extra effort, but you know, deep down, it’s because you don’t want to.

It’s an aggravating line to dance on.

Rafe hurt JJ. While they’ve previously had squabbles, this time, it’s different. Before, you weren’t sleeping with Rafe, weren’t spending time with him, and you didn’t care for him. Now, inexplicably, it feels like a complete betrayal of your trust.

You hate it.

Trying to keep your mind off the Kook, you wipe down the tables from the previous customers with complete vigor. It’s a slow day at the diner, and most customers have been attending to corner booths that are not in your jurisdiction. Perfect. This brevity of waitressing allows you to stew in your emotions with little interruption.

The bell chimes, and since you’re the closest to the door, you lift your head to welcome the customer. However, it came to be some sick cosmic joke because the one person you don’t want to see steps through the door.

Rafe’s holding a bouquet of flowers—your favorite, actually—and his eyes sweep across the small bistro. When his gaze catches yours, Rafe offers one of his charming smiles, taking a leisurely stroll to reach you.

“Hey,” Rafe greets. Upon arrival, you notice he has his own battle scars—spreads of yellow-and-blue bruising covering his cheekbones and jaw, a testimony to your brother’s blows.

Half of you is proud of JJ for managing to procure such vicious swings, but the other half—quieter, more empathetic—is concerned over Rafe’s injuries. A juxtaposition of emotions, you blame Rafe for putting you in this position. You blame him for letting it get this far.

Because it’s easier than admitting the truth.

“Do you need something?”

He raises a brow, not recognizing your indifference as resentment. “What’s up your ass? Bad tips?”

You shrug, not answering.

“I got a few ideas to cheer you up,” Rafe offers with a cocky grin, trailing down the length of your body in a suggestive manner. On any other day, you would reciprocate his flirt with a tease of your own—bantering and sharing sharp-witted comments as forms of foreplay. But today, you just want him out.

“No thanks,” you answer blankly, turning back to your cleaning.

Rafe bristles at your curtness, but he dismisses it as professionalism for your workplace. He understands that. Honestly, he shouldn’t be here in the first place but it’s been days since you returned to Kildare, and you haven’t returned any of his messages and as much as he refuses to admit it—he misses you.

He holds out the flowers. “I got you these.”

You don’t turn around to acknowledge them. “For what?”

“Heard you won some big competition in Charlotte; thought you might like a congratulations.”

You falter, slightly, slowing your sweeping circles. You almost turn around, to take a better look at the flowers, knowing they’re expensive, fresh, and exuding a pretty scent—but you stand your ground.

“I don’t like those flowers.”

Rafe’s taken aback by the comment. He was certain he remembered the right ones. “I’ll get you new ones.”

“I won’t like those either.”

He blinks, trying to figure out if you’re messing with him, as some sort of cat-and-mouse game. But with your back remaining, and your attention reduced to a clean spot that’s spotless, he realizes it’s something entirely different.

You’re distant. Cold. You refused to meet his gaze, nor spare an inch of your time, and Rafe is reminiscent of another period where you did the same thing.

“You’re mad,” Rafe concludes, lowering the flowers to this side, holding them by the plastic wrapping. You spritz another round of disinfectant on the already-cleaned surface. “I did something.”

Saying nothing, you head to the next set of tables, but Rafe matches your steps. Now recognizing your detachment, he’s also picking up the irritation radiating from your demeanor.

“Maybank,” he calls.

“Is that all you came here for?” You finally turn around, but Rafe doesn’t feel any gratification. Your eyes are sharp, your expression unreadable. “Because I need to get back to work.”

“I…” Rafe doesn’t even have the capacity to speak. All he can do is stare, taking in your indifference, and a curling sense of agitation is employed in his stomach. He hates being pushed into a corner.

“If you’re not ordering anything, I’m going to ask you to leave,” you point to the door. With no argument, Rafe hesitates before dropping your flowers on one of the tables and exits the establishment.

You pick up the bouquet and drop it to the nearest waste bin.

Afterwards, you finish the rest of your shift. It was difficult seeing Rafe in your place of work, but it’s over. When the diner comes to a close, and you’re locking up, you step out to discover Rafe waiting beside his motorcycle.

You forgot how stubborn he can be.

He pushes himself off the vehicle as you attempt to circumvent him, stepping between two cars parked beside each other.

“We need to talk,” Rafe declares.

“I thought we already did,” you say apathetically. Before you go far, he pins you against one of the cars, arms on either side of your head, and his hardened gaze settles on you. You settle your eyes on his, tilting your head to the side, giving him that slow, irritating sense of detachment. “Throwing a tantrum?”

“You know that’s not the problem,” he grits out.

“I don’t see a problem at all.”

“We need to talk,” he repeats, irritation spiked his tone at your dismissiveness.

“You can talk; I’m not listening.” You attempt to duck under his arm, but Rafe moves it, quickly containing you. With a sigh, you lean back against the cool car door, crossing your arms over your chest. “What?”

His dark blue eyes study you. “You’re pissed,”

“I’m perfectly fine,”

“And you’re a terrible liar,”

“And you know me well enough to say that?”

“I know you pretty well, Maybank,” he declares, his words slow, drawing out the tension. All he needs to do is push your buttons to snap. His lips curl with a smirk. “At least, physically.”

Your jaw locks, but you refuse to let him rile you. “Charming, Cameron. Perhaps you should use it on girls who give a damn.”

As much as your relationship is undefined, the thought of Rafe with another woman stirs an ugly emotion inside of you. But you refuse to let it be shown.

He scoffs at your deflection. “Maybe I should,”

You roll your eyes, wanting nothing more than to appear like you don’t care. Especially if he’s talking about fucking other women. Both of your hands plant against his chest, giving a hard shove, but he barely moves an inch. You forget how strong Rafe is, how he doesn’t move unless he allows himself to be.

“Let me go,”

“Not until you talk.” He insists.

“About what?”

Rafe lowers his head to your level, closing the distance until he’s right in front of your face. Your breath hitches, heart stuttering. His eyes scan through your hardened features, loosening by his closeness, and he asks lowly. “What did I do?”

His unyielding attempt unnerves you. “You’re well aware of what you did.”

“So I did do something,” he deduces.

You don’t answer, shimmering in your renowned anger, and you break contact to look elsewhere, studying the flickering fluorescent sign of the diner. You trace the curve, and Rafe’s jaw ticks at your lack of attention. He grabs your chin, forcing your gaze back on him.

“Talk to me.”

“Let me go,”

“No,”

“Asshole,” you scowl, and Rafe grins.

“There she is.”

“You’re fucking irritating, you know that?” You shove him again, and while he takes a step back, he still cages you in. Anger fuses through your veins at your inability to change it.

“Because you’re being vague and distant,” he snaps. “If I fucked up, tell me. Stop giving me this prissy act like you’re too good for me.”

“Maybe I am,” you challenge with a skyward tilt of your chin, matching his hard stare. “Maybe this was all I needed to remind myself I should do better than fuck a Kook.”

His eyes narrows. “Shut the fuck up,”

“You shut the fuck up,” you hiss.

He slams his fist against the car, the loud thump booms beside your ear, but you remain unflinching. “Tell me what I did wrong!”

“You punched JJ!”

Rafe whips back. It takes a second for him to process, studying your face to recognize this was some random excuse. It’s the truth. “That’s what this is about?” He questions quietly.

“Of course it is,” you huff. “He’s my brother.”

He scoffs, looking elsewhere. He can’t believe you’re becoming reclusive and defensive without talking to him first. “Did he tell you what happened?”

“I didn’t need details. You punched him,”

“And he punched me,” Rafe retorts, showing his profile. “What do you make of that?”

It looks uglier on close proximity, the magnifying damage heightens. But you can’t seem to conceal the bitterness from your tongue. “He should’ve hit you harder.”

“You’re a hypocrite,”

“I’m loyal,” you correct. “I thought you would respect me enough to not stir trouble, but I’m guessing your pride can never be replaced with some considerations for a fuck buddy.”

“It’s different,” he declares. “He was the one who snuck into Midsummer. We got into an argument. We fought. It’s a guy thing—stop making it a big deal.”

You huff at his pathetic argument. “That’s your excuse? It’s a guy thing?”

Rafe’s getting agitated by your lack of comprehension, your refusal to accept it at face value. But he doesn’t want to disclose the full story. “What do you want me to say? You want me to apologize?”

“Are you even capable of such a thing?”

He exhales through his nose. “You know what your problem is?” He says lowly. “You’re using this as some pathetic excuse to break it off because you’re afraid.”

“I’m afraid?” You repeat, but your throat goes dry.

“Yeah,” Rafe nods. “You’re a coward.”

“Have you ever considered that I have more loyalty to my blood than who I fuck?” You snap, pushing at his chest. “That Kooks may not think the same way, but for me, for Pogues, it’s different? If you hurt my family, you’re done.”

“So that’s it?” Rafe challenges. “I mean nothing? What does it mean for you when he hurts me?”

Eyes slowly sweeping over his scars, unwanted emotions bubble inside you regarding his injuries. But you steel your expression. “What about it?”

Rafe scoffs at your coldness. “You’re such a bitch.”

“And you’re an asshole, we’re done,” you shove him off the last time, and this time, he lets it pass. Staggering back two steps, you use the opportunity to escape, fastening your steps until you’re out of the parking lot.

Rafe’s left at the side of the diner, fuming. He watches your silhouette grow smaller and smaller in the distance, and decidedly, he wants to do one last thing.

“Should’ve known better than to fuck a Pogue!” Rafe yells after you, full of rage, hurt, and insecurity. He needed something to cut you as deep as you done him. But you don’t respond, don’t entertain an answer, and uncross your arms just enough to raise your middle finger.

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──── BEFORE YOU NOTICED ────

a series made by © cameronsbabydoll

you stopped humming in the kitchen weeks ago.

stopped opening the windows.

stopped eating with him.

he didn’t notice.

you wake up aching, bones hollowed out, skin cold no matter how many silk blankets wrap around you. you brush your hair. you make his coffee. you smile when he leaves.

you’ve always been the quiet kind of wife. soft-spoken. gentle. waiting.

so when your body begins to fail you, you do it in silence too. you take your pills in the guest bathroom. you cough into towels. you write letters he’ll read one day with shaking hands and too-late love.

you never wanted him to love you because you were dying.

you just wanted him to love you before you were gone.

but he was busy. he was tired. he was building an empire.

and you, well you were just dying in the house he built for you.

CHAPTERS — ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

chapter eight

chapter nine

chapter ten

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ugh words can’t describe how much I love this rafe characterrr and reader, she’s so cuteeee

͏͏͏✧྅ ˚ . ᯇ ̎̿͞͞͞͞͞͞͞͞ ིུ͠* grw TWITCH STREAMER!RAFE but he talks about you the entire time ਉl̈́ਉ * :.･ﾟ･ 🎧

❝she’s so sweet❞ : bold text is stream chat! 💬

STREAMER who can never stop talking about you grwm quick stream

RAFE ™ pulled the belt through his loops, titling a brow at his pants. “she showed me a trick for my belt, i forgot it, hold on.” he took a moment to stand there in front of the camera and remember what you told him.

user: oh brother user: we’ll be here for a long time 😓 user: it’s his first day on earth be patient

“baby!” he shouted to you in the other room, walking off camera. you appeared, raising a brow, then giggling when you saw his pants. “my belt,” rafe murmured, angling his lower half towards you.

you fixed the belt, explaining the trick to him again. “don’t panic if you forget again, i’m here to help,” you peered up at him as he pecked your forehead as a thanks.

“what would i do without you?” rafe walked backwards while saying it, moving back towards his monitor. you shrugged, mock pouting. “have falling down pants?” you responded, moving away from the room.

rafe was still sporting a smile when he faced the camera. “okay, got it. i’ll pick out my jewelry next.” he sat in the chair, bringing his jewelry dish closer. then he smiled, picking it up. “she got this for me when she noticed i would just throw my rings anywhere.”

user: wait what’s the name!! user: oh so thoughtful people exist

rafe frowned at the dish, turning it sideways. “i’m not sure what it’s called. y’all mind if i gatekeep? thanks.” he pulled a couple of rings, putting them on, then read a few donations.

user donated 10 subs user donated 15 bits: love the vids pal keep it up user donated $3: here you go, show her to the camera? 🫶

“not showing her, how does being permanently banned sound?” rafe knew his mods would send a warning to whoever asked the question. and his chat asked it frequently ever since his irl stream with you.

user: stop asking that, it’s so annoying user: show the trinkets!!

“the trinkets? okay.” rafe set the dish aside, tilting his mic away from him to reach the new figures he got on his desk. he showed one to the camera, “this is hers, i took it because it looks cool on my desk. don’t tell her.”

user: buddy said don’t tell her like we have the option

he grabbed another, “i think i found this in some random store, it looked interesting so i got it.” he sat it down, pulling his mic forward and running a hand over his head, reading the chat.

user: what fragrances do you use?? user: how do you maintain the buzz i’m thinking of cutting mine user: where are the rings from

“i’ll show you my options in a second. she usually trims my cut, but i just trim it when i notice it getting too long. .” he glanced at his rings. “this one is from a flea, this is from a small business, and this one. . i don’t know. i’ll try to link them.”

he glanced up to see the chat going crazy.

user: what was that user: is that her? user: um we can see someone user: yayy!! reveal

rafe quickly panned his camera closer to him and away from the photo frame behind him that was showing your reflection. he glanced to you, chucking when he saw your startled face. “oh, crap, sorry! i just wanted to show you the shop where you got that ring so you can tell them.”

rafe gestured for you to come closer, glancing to make sure his camera wouldn’t catch too much of you. you did, standing next to his chair and glancing at the screen, only your lower half showing.

user: close enough user: where are those bottoms from?? i love! user: be good guys then he’ll show her upper half

you giggled, looking to rafe who was staring up at you, hands running over your legs. “you can tell them.” it would be your first time talking to his chat, but rafe loved it.

“they’re thrifted, i’m sorry! but i can find something similar and give the link to rafe so he can show you.”

user: www user: she’s so sweet user: thanks so much!!

rafe fiddled with your fingers as he read the chat. “scary games?tomorrow, i’m chilling today. . who just said i just developed a hand fetish?” he pulled a blank face at the camera.

you covered your mouth to let out a little laugh. rafe tried to hold back his own laughter. “time out for you buddy, figure that out.” he directed one of his mods to set the user out of the chat for a few minutes.

rafe turned back to you, “you said you had the name of the shop?” you nodded, showing him your phone. rafe read aloud the name for the viewers, then slowly smirked, muting his mic.

“how’d you know someone asked about my rings? are you watching the stream?” he fully smiled at your embarrassed expression.

“well yeah, i watch sometimes. .” you meekly shrugged. rafe poked at your belly, causing you to swat at his hands. “yeah? you heard me talking all about you?”

user: oh he’s muted user: do not get freaky on live

“m hm. . your chat is really nice.” rafe pulled your hands towards him, bringing them up to rest on his shoulders. “they’re alright. .” rafe was once again too busy staring at you to notice his chat.

but you didn’t want to keep him. “okay, that’s all i wanted. you can keep talking to them, they miss you.” you took a step back. rafe pulled a face, unmuting his mic so they could hear. “i’ll end this stream right now.”

user: ??

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awwwww

YOU STARE AT THE SCREEN, completely focused as the soft candlelight flickers against your face. pride and prejudice is playing, and the scene where mr. darcy finally confesses his love to elizabeth has you nearly holding your breath. you pop an occasional pretzel in your mouth, chewing slowly, absorbed in the moment.

but you feel it. that familiar warmth—eyes on you. a low, constant buzz of energy just to your right, like static. from the corner of your vision, you can see him watching. rafe. stretched out on the other side of the couch, one arm behind his head, chest naked on full display just to be infuriating, eyes not on the movie, but rather on you. intense and unblinking.

you try to ignore it. brush it off like he is not burning a hole into your soul with that stare. you focus harder on the screen, pretending not to notice the way he’s manspreading, looking like a snack ready to be eaten, or his occasional exaggerated sigh he lets out like he is dying of neglect.

the moment the credits roll, he suddenly launches himself at you like a missile. he knocks the pretzel bag out of your hand and pushes you onto your back, groaning dramatically as he buries his face in your chest like a needy, oversized puppy.

“what the hell, rafe?!” you shriek, caught off guard.

“had enough of you not paying attention to me,” he mutters, his voice low and gravelly against your shirt.

you blink, laughing breathlessly as you try to squirm away. “you’re such an idiot—get off me!”

he only groans louder, his arms locking around your sides. “nope. not movin’. missed you too much, and by the way, i’m your idiot.”

“we’ve been on the same couch for two hours!”

“yeah,” he says, rubbing his face deeper into your chest. “and you gave all your love to mr. darcy and none to me.”

before you can complain about his clinginess, he grabs both of your hands and puts them on his head.

“rub my head, baby,” he mumbles. “please.”

you snort, teasing. “you want me to rub your bald head?”

he pulls back just enough to frown at you, eyes glinting. “it’s not bald. it’s buzzed. hot. you said so yourself.”

you try to fight your smile but fail. he is right. the buzzcut had been a reckless decision after a night out, but god, he pulled it off. and he knew you liked it. which is exactly why he kept demanding head rubs—because it always flustered you and he loved the feeling of your soft hands on him.

“you’re unbelievable,” you murmur, running your fingers across his scalp anyway. he melts instantly, eyes fluttering shut, muscles going soft against you. he sighs like he has just reached nirvana.

“you love it, baby,” he murmurs, pressing even closer. sometimes it was like he was trying to get inside your skin.

you laugh, letting him rest his head fully against you again, his breath steady, his body warm and heavy. the room falls quiet again, just the hum of the tv in the background and the slow rise and fall of his chest.

then, softly—barely louder than a whisper—he says,

“you know you get this pretty little sparkle in your eyes when you look at something you love?”

you blink, caught off guard. “what?”

he shifts just enough to look up at you, blue eyes serious and open in a way that makes your throat tighten. “i’ve seen it,” he says. “i watch you. when you get that look in your eyes, all soft and gone and glowing. like you forgot everything else around you. i saw it when you watched that movie. and sometimes, if i’m lucky, i catch you looking at me like that.”

you pause, stunned into silence.

“that’s how i know,” he adds, thumb brushing gently over your hip. “that this is real.”

you stare at him for a long, quiet moment, your heart doing things you cannot explain. he always manages to say the one thing that splits you right open—gentle and real and vulnerable.

you still cannot believe that the rafe cameron, who used to snort coke for a living and violence on people as a hobby, is now talking about the sparkle in your eyes.

“rafe…”

“hmm?” he whispers.

“i love you,” you breathe, so soft it trembles.

and he smiles, that rare, quiet smile that tugs at your ribs and anchors your whole heart. he leans in, kisses you slow and steady, like he has all the time in the world.

when he pulls back, he is still holding you like you are something fragile and precious. “now,” he murmurs, brushing his nose against yours, “can we watch something that doesn’t make me feel like i’m losing you to some british guy in a waistcoat?”

you laugh, breathless, eyes shining. “only if i can keep rubbing your bald head.”

he bites into your shoulder, showing he’s annoyed again. “again, it’s not bald. it’s buzzed. and you love it.”

he pulls you fully into his arms, on top of him, as you grab the remote next to you and decide on another movie. he presses your face into the crook of his neck and you let yourself fall. because rafe might be dramatic, needy, a little ridiculous—but he is yours and god you love him.

angel (💭): soft!bf!rafe has my heart <3

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awwww

୨୧ ─ when your car breaks down . . .

cw: REQUESTED / mechanic!jj x reader, angst -> fluff, protective!jj, yelling at reader, eventual fluff.

The second your car sputters to a dead stop, you know you’re screwed. Middle of nowhere. One bar of signal. And the last time JJ asked when you got an oil change, you said, “I dunno, like…last year?”

You call him anyway but he doesn’t answer. You call him again, he answers two rings later, sounds like he just sprinted across the shop. “Where are you?”

When you tell him, his voice drops. “Baby, that’s fourty minutes past town. Why the hell were you out there alone?” and then, before you can answer— “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you say quickly. “Just stuck.”

There’s a pause. Then a muttered “fuck”, and he hangs up.

Twenty minutes later, JJ’s truck skids up behind yours. He doesn’t park properly—just throws it in neutral, door already swinging open. He storms up, t-shirt stained, jaw tight. “You haven’t gotten this thing checked since last year? Are you out of your mind?”

“I didn’t think it’d just stop—”

“Because you don’t fucking check!” he barks, walking around to pop the hood. “You think the engine just takes care of itself?”

You shrink back a little, arms crossed, watching him toss the hood up. His fingers are fast, rough, digging around, muttering, swearing under his breath.

And then he finds it—something that makes his whole expression darken. He throws a sharp look over his shoulder.

“Oil’s basically sludge,” he mutters. “Jesus, baby.”

You stay quiet. He pulls out something cracked. Glares again. Doesn’t even say it out loud this time. Just holds it up like, do you see this shit?

Every second, you feel smaller. He’s still talking but it’s short, clipped, angry. “You stall out on a freeway like this, you’re done. You know that? You could’ve been hit. Could’ve gotten stuck. Could’ve—fuck.”

You stand still. He doesn’t even look at you now. Just throws the broken parts in the back of his truck and mutters something else you can’t hear.

That’s what finally chokes you up. You step away quietly, to the back of your car, behind the trunk. Blink hard. Then harder. But your lip wobbles anyway. And the second you sniff, JJ’s head snaps up. You hear his footsteps first. Then his voice, soft and sudden and scared, “Hey—hey. Babe.”

You don’t answer. You just press your palm to your face, trying to hide. He’s there in a second. Arms around your waist, tugging you in, grease and sweat and panic all still clinging to him. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs. “I didn’t mean to yell like that. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You nod a little into his chest, still sniffling. He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “I was scared. You were out here all alone. If anything happened to you—fuck.”

“I didn’t know it was that bad,” you whisper.

“I know. I should’ve checked it for you myself. I’m the mechanic, right?” He breathes you in, voice quieter now. “Let me take care of it from now on. No more forgetting. I’ll just do it. Every month. No reminders.”

You sniffle softly into his shirt. “I’m sorry.”

JJ freezes. Then, pulls back just enough to see your face. His hands cup your jaw, “No, baby.” He shakes his head. “Don’t you dare say sorry. This isn’t on you. I was the one being an asshole. You didn’t deserve that.”

You sniff. “But I should’ve listened.”

“And I should’ve reminded you. I should’ve done it myself. I should’ve taken care of it before it ever got this bad.” He kisses your forehead, your cheek, every soft part of you he can reach. “Let me take care of you. Please.”

You nod. He holds you tighter, like he’s trying to keep your heartbeat steady with his own.

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i’m dead blushing like stop it right now

͏͏͏✧྅ ˚ . ᯇ ིུ͠* TWITCH STREAMER!RAFE meeting reader ਉl̈́ਉ * :.･ﾟ･ 🎧

❝bro is mesmerized❞ : bold text is stream chat! 💬

STREAMER who isn’t afraid to go after what he wants irl stream

HE ™ pinched a brow at the screen. “is it lagging? well, pretty sure service sucks right here, but we’re almost at the store, it’s fine.” rafe told the chat that was going crazy about the stream lagging and missing what rafe was saying.

wasn’t his first time being in public with a camera, talking to it. not his last. after his viewers took the poll about what rafe would be doing on the irl stream, going to the mall won. he planned on just walking around and shopping, but when one user brought up popmart, everyone else agreed that he should get a blind box.

rafe, not too familiar with the subject, asked what’s the best to get. his chat wasn’t too helpful, either saying different answers or telling him to just get what he liked. either way, he’d do whatever to make his viewers happy.

he was a few feet from the store when someone approached him, asking for a picture. after taking it, he took a look at his chat.

user: she’s selling that pic user: look at him getting recognized 😭 user: third person to do that. . user: this guy thinks he’s tuff

rafe pulled a blank face at the last comment. “someone ban that guy for misspelling tough.” he told his mods. weird comments like that rafe usually ignored, but when he felt like it, he got his moderators to ban the user either for a while or indefinitely from his chat. he doesn’t need that negativity in his community.

rafe stepped inside popmart, looking around. “gosh, it’s pink and bright.” he spotted some characters he recognized. he turned the camera, pointing it at a giant figure. “is that a purple hello kitty?” he asked the viewers. he read the responses. “what is a kuromi? guys, i don’t know anyone.” he defended himself when they started attacking him for not knowing the sanrio character.

he turned the camera back to himself. “okay, what do i get? there’s so many options. i see these huge figures, don’t think i need those. .” he read the chat.

user: blind boxes!! user: he’s so cute for being confused 🥰🥰 user: ask someone idk

“ask someone? ’kay.” he turned to spot someone. he saw a girl frowning at two boxes in her hands. he smiled at her adorable confusion. “i’ll go ask her.” he made his way towards the girl.

“did they just speak to you? i would be confused too.” you slightly startled, turning to the voice. you were looking at a blonde guy with a camera held near his face. and rafe was looking at a girl he’s so glad he just walked up to.

a soft smile pulled at the corner of your lips. “i wish. then maybe one of them could tell me which one to get.” you twisted your lips, looking to the boxes instead of the boy. it wasn’t the camera that was making you nervous. just his presence.

“what’s the difference?” rafe angled the camera down to put you out of view. he looked over your shoulder, your heights making it easy for him to see. you held the one in your right hand closer. “this one contains a rare, but it’s only a slight possibility i’ll get it.” you held up the one in your left hand. “this one is a collection i’ve been wanting. .” you trailed off.

yeah, rafe had no clue what you were talking about. “i’m actually new to this. .” you turned your head to him, excited. and rafe saw it. “i think you’re the perfect girl to explain to me what any of that means.”

you bit down a smile. “maybe. .” you turned to him fully. “what are you thinking of getting?”

rafe was so enraptured, staring at you and your giddiness to explain the world of trinkets, he didn’t notice the chat going crazy.

user: bro is mesmerized user: he has NOT looked at chat in an hour user: waitt love this for her user: might as well end the stream i feel like i’m intruding

rafe shrugged, glancing around. “what do you like?” he peered into your eyes as he said it. you suddenly forgot everything you’ve ever liked.

user: horrible pick up, buddy user: that better not work

you walked over to some boxes with cool looking figures surrounding them, showing what’s in the boxes. “i really like these,” you pointed. “they’re the ones i was actually deciding about.” then you turned, pointing at another set.

“but these are really popular. i. . i don’t know. i guess it’s just whatever looks nice to you.” you were slightly failing at keeping it cool.

rafe looked to the ones you said you liked. “those are sick. what are they called?” he picked up a box, showing it to the camera. you noticed, picking up another box, and handing it to him to show the camera. “they’re skull pandas. what do you think?”

rafe was stumped at you giving him a box to show his viewers. not only haven’t you mentioned the camera, but you were helping him give his viewers good content. and they noticed.

user: she tryna hit user: she’s so nice, can i see? 🥺🙏 user: @? i don’t need to know what she looks like

“yeah, i like them. i think i also like ones that look creepy? i like things that look weird, i don’t know. .” rafe went to grab two when you held out the basket you were holding for him to drop them into. rafe took notice of that as well. were you this nice to everyone or was rafe special? he actually doesn’t care, he just loves the attention you’re giving him.

“me too!” you spoke a little louder than you meant to. you scrunched your face in a silent wince, rafe chuckling softly at you. were you not able to speak about your interests? okay, well, that’s coming to a stop.

“yeah? what’s the weirdest thing you like?” rafe continued walking around with you at his side, you two falling into step easily, only having known each other for a few minutes.

user: unexpected but needed side quest user: oh he likess her

“um. . probably weird animated series’. or video game lore that i can recite. some memes that probably aren’t funny to a lot of people.” you decided to keep it mild. he doesn’t need to know your true form right now.

“i feel like we’d find similar things funny. i talk to a screen for a living. . not much gets weirder than that.” rafe picked up another box, showing it to you silently. you nodded enthusiastically. rafe dropped three boxes in your basket. two are for you.

you giggled at the last thing he said. “oh! i know this collection that i think you would like. .” you held up your index finger then scurried off to find the section.

rafe watched you go, then when he couldn’t strain his neck anymore, looked down to his chat. “i’m about to buy this entire store for this girl. .”

user: do it you won’t user: she’s got you smiling like a psycho btw user: let’s see her!!

“i’m not showing her.” he quickly shut down the asks.

user: get her snap

rafe pulled a face. “i’m not asking for her snap, i’ll ask for her number. mods, ban this guy for being corny.”

you were making your way back with options. rafe looked up to see you paused, waiting for him to finish talking to his viewers. when he gave a slight nod with a chuckle, you stepped up and showed him the boxes. “i don’t know, i remembered i saw these earlier and thought you would like them.”

rafe rose a brow. “you’re already thinking of me? i missed you while you were gone, by the way.”

you scrunched your nose, sticking out the boxes. you’d end up babbling if you tried to respond to that.

rafe bit a smirk, grabbing the boxes. “you got them for me, of course i’ll get them.”

your eyes widened a little. “but do you like them? i could grab another one if you don’t.”

rafe dropped his cool. “i think i might go insane if i leave this store without your number.”

user: please say yes girl, i don’t want to know what he looks like insane

↳ 💻 userrotapathetic ⡇i’ll do this instead of a usual introduction post :p

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yall this was so goooddd, very angsty but also so cute. the way the staff was so comforting to her and jack being the biggest sweetheart ever

𝗮𝗯𝘀𝗼𝗹𝘂𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻

(dr. jack abbot x nurse!reader)

⤿ synopsis: you help keep pittsburgh trauma orderly—until small, unsettling glitches hint at something ominous unraveling. whether the mystery—or your guarded heart—breaks first is the question that will decide everything.

⤿ warning(s): panic attacks, stalking, obsessive behaviour, medical-talk, non-con elements, violence & blood (⚠️ check chapters for individual warnings ⚠️)

chapter one;

chapter two;

chapter three;

chapter four;

chapter five;

chapter six;

chapter seven;

chapter eight;

chapter nine;

chapter ten;

chapter eleven;

chapter twelve;

chapter thirteen;

chapter fourteen;

epilogue.

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I love sage so much, she warms my heart

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when sage was just born, rafe felt as if a missing piece of his existence had arrived, just for him. she was the softest baby ever, with the same eyes as you – the eyes he fell in love with so deeply. since the day she was bought home, rafe automatically felt a sense of protectiveness over her. he kept a watchful eye at her to make sure she didn’t trod off somewhere out of his sight, but, much to him and your luck, sage was the kind of kid who didn’t need that much attention; not as much as leo did, anyway. she cried rarely, and always kept herself busy with toys. rafe found she had a special attachment to fidget toys, and he saw how she was always attempting to deconstruct them. she also got potty-trained the quickest, and always made a bare minimum amount of mess. with her, neither did you or rafe ever feel as if you’re actually growing up a second baby. she was never a picky eater either, and ate almost everything you gave her, with a few exceptions of course, but those were always manageable. to this day, rafe still doesn’t realise how did sage turn out to be so incredibly independent and mature since she was born, but for rafe, she will always be his little girl.

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───FAMILY DINNER ♡

♡ pairing: nerd!rafe x pervert!reader

♡ summary: rafe meets your parents for the first time.

♡ warnings / tags: fluff, angst, suggestive language, nudity, mentions of illness. wc: 2k

♡ author's note: inspired by @forgetmenotnympho request for rafe to meet reader’s family!! i hope you like it angel <3

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"don't be nervous. they're gonna love you." you smiled as you watched rafe mess around with his hair, his brows furrowed in concentration, "i'm not- i'm not nervous." he mumbled, yet his jaw was set in a clench, a permanent frown carved onto his lips.

"yeah?" you chuckle, getting out of his chair and walking over to stand behind rafe, tilting your head to the side as you looked at your reflections in the mirror, "not even a little bit? turn around."

rafe turned to look at you, and even though you were wearing heels, he was still taller than you. you combed your fingers through his hair while his blue eyes were stuck to you. "do you think i should wear contacts?" he mumbled, "you hate wearing contacts. you say they're itchy." "yeah, but-" "don't worry." you let your hands slide from rafe's hair to cup his cheeks, "my parents are gonna like you even if you accidentally fart in front of them."

finally, his lips lifted up a little bit, and you brought your hands to his shoulders as if brushing something off them, "so, when am i gonna meet your family? you rarely talk about them."

"uh, i dunno." rafe cleared his throat, turning around and pretending to straighten the collar of his shirt, but you knew him well enough to know that he was avoiding the subject; but you'd never been one to easily back down. "it's just your dad, your stepmom and sisters, right? i doubt they're that bad."

rafe let out a huff of a chuckle, "my sisters are fine. just my dad and rose can be a bit... much." "well." you take his hand in yours, "i promise that my parents are gonna like you just fine. they're so excited to meet you. i bet my mom's made like a five-dish course. and, if you get anxious, we can always sneak off into the bathroom and i can give you hea-" "okay!" rafe let out a soft chuckle, bringing his lips down to yours for a quick peck, pulling back to look down at you with a small smile.

you lifted your free hand, bringing the fist up to swiftly knock on the green door thrice before stepping back, your other hand still intertwined with rafe's. after a moment, the door was pulled open and you were met with your mother's smiling face.

"you know, you don't have to knock? you have your key." your mother raised her brows, only for you to shrug, letting go of your boyfriend's hand, stepping up to wrap your arms around your mother, the woman letting out a surprised huff, "i know. just thought this was more polite." you grin, squeezing her slightly before pulling away. rafe looked between you and your mother, fiddling where he stood. he pushed his glasses up slightly.

"mooom, this is rafe." you grinned, "rafe, this is my mother." your boyfriend held a hand out for your mother to shake, a tight smile on his lips. "hi, it's lovely to meet you, mrs-" rafe's sentence was cut off by your mother pulling him into a hug, the boy's eyes nearly bulging out of his head, unused to such affection.

"it's so lovely to meet you, rafe." your mother said as she pulled away from the hug, keeping her hands on the boy's forearms as she looked him over, your mother looking comically short next to the tall boy. after looking him over, she turned to you, a grin on her face, "he really is handsome."

"moooom." you whined; you could see a pink flush starting to creep onto rafe's cheeks as your mother let go of him, introducing herself to him. when rafe attemped to 'mrs' her, she simply shrugged it off, insisting that he call her by her first name.

"dinner will be ready soon. you two can go wait in the living room." your mom exclaimed, as she made her way back to the kitchen. you led rafe into the living room, your fingers intertwined with his. you spotted your father sitting in his armchair, a bottle of beer in one hand, his eyes fixed on the television.

"dad?" you mumbled, only to get no response. you cleared your throat, repeating yourself but now slightly louder, "dad." the man turned his gaze to you, looking between you and rafe, you cleared your throat, a tight smile on your lips. "dad, meet rafe. rafe, meet my dad."

when rafe reached out his hand for your father to shake, your father simply narrowed his eyes and looked down at rafe's hand, before taking his beer and bringing it to his lips with a low "hey." turning back to the tv without any more acknowledgement of your presence. you simply took rafe's outstretched hand in yours, leading him out of the living room and back into the hallway.

"i'm... i'm confused. did i do something wrong?" rafe mumbled, his brows set in an adorable furrow, "no, no... my dad's just... like that." "like what?" "a dick?" you grinned and raised your brows, a small chuckle leaving rafe's lips at your assessment of your father. you took his free hand in yours, making the boy face you, "but my mom likes you." you straightened rafe's collar, "she loves little church boys like you." "church boys?" "i mean, you look like a church boy." you shrugged, "if she only knew the things i get you to do to me in the bedroom. all the posit-" "alright, alright!" rafe huffed, "don't be crude." "don't make me want to be crude."

when it was finally time for dinner, your fingers were intertwined with rafe's under the table, his ambidexterity coming in hand. "so, rafe." your father said gruffly, more focused on his food than your boyfriend, "what are your plans?"

your mother tutted her lips, gently smacking the back of her hand on her husband's chest, before turning to face rafe, "what he meant to ask, is what are you studying for? what do you want to do?" she smiled, bringing her glass of red wine to her lips and taking a sip, her keen eyes staying on your boyfriend.

rafe chewed the food that was still in his mouth and swallowed before answering your mother, "i'm studying to be a scientist." "a scientist!" she exclaimed, a satisfied smile on her face, "you must be smart." "he's the smartest guy in our year." you smiled, turning to face rafe, squeezing his hand. "y-yeah. i mean. based on the grades."

your mom practically squeals, "i've always wanted a smart son-in-law." she cooed, rafe's cheeks getting redder. you rolled your eyes, once again squeezing his hand, "wouldn't you rather be with someone who has similar goals?" your father asked rafe in a gruff voice, the demeaning tone in his voice causing you to bow your head down, loosening your grip on rafe's hand.

"let's not talk about this right now..." "talk about what?" your father scoffed, taking a chug out of his beer, "how we're paying for our daughter to get a damn liberal arts degree just so she can waste it on a fuckin' pipe dream?"

rafe's eyes were on you, meanwhile your eyes were on your lap, tears blurring your vision. "what, you think she's gonna be an actress?" your father started slurring, getting up from his seat, "she's gonna work at the starbucks 'round the corner."

"alright, i think you've had enough to dr-"

"you're nothin' but a damn disappointment, you know?" your father scoffs, then points towards rafe, "your little boyfriend is gonna leave you for someone who actually has a brain."

you let out a soft sniffle, your father stumbling out of the dining room as your mother practically guided him out. "are... are you okay?" rafe mumbled, but when you didn't answer, the boy got out of his chair, kneeling next to you. you didn't move an inch from the chair, but he still pulled you into his arms, soft sobs leaving your lips as you buried your face in rafe's hair. "'m sorry, 'm sorry..." you mumbled, "i know 'm not like this..." you cried, holding onto him even tighter.

"shhh... don't apologize." rafe whispered, stroking your hair, "you're alright... you're alright..."

rafe pressed his eyes closed as he held you close; he couldn't understand how the words of a single person managed to make the strongest, most... charismatic, spiritful woman he knew... crumble like that. and it scared him more than anything.

the entire drive back to campus was quiet. the entire walk to rafe's dorm room was quiet; and as soon as you got into the room, you faced a wall, and the only thing to be heard was the sound of the zipper of your dress coming undone, of the fabric falling to the floor...

this wasn't you.

you didn't get undressed facing the wall as if your body was something to be ashamed of. you'd bite your lip, looking at him seductively, slowly sliding the zipper down, rafe's eyes widening when your dress fell to the floor...

rafe was dressed in nothing but his boxers when he came up to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind. you let out a breath that felt like you'd been holding it in for a lifetime, pressing yourself closer into rafe's chest.

"do you want to sleep naked again?" rafe mumbled, pressing a kiss on your shoulder. you nodded, and without another word, rafe's hands unclasped your bra, and they started to slide down your arms. as soon as they did, rafe got down on one knee, sliding your panties down your legs. you lifted one foot up off the floor, and then the other, allowing your boyfriend to take your underwear off.

rafe pressed kisses to the back of your calves that caused shivers to run down your spine, his actions continuing all the way up your leg until he landed right under your ass cheek. he softly smacked your ass, the fatty flesh bouncing in a way that made you let out a soft giggle.

you turned to face rafe, pulling the waistband of his boxers back before releasing it, a small moan leaving rafe's lips as it made contact with his skin; and without another word, he was out of his boxers. soon enough, the two of you were laying in rafe's bed, the blanket over your heads, your fingers intertwined with his as you two whispered everything and nothing to one another.

"i'm sorry my dad was like that..." you whispered, rubbing the back of rafe's hand, "why are you apologizing? he's the one who should apologize for being a dick." you let out a huff of a laugh at his choice of words, mimicking yours, "it's not your fault. parents can be a lot."

"is your dad a lot?"

"he is." rafe took in a deep breath, "we don't really talk." "how come?" "he... doesn't agree with my choice of studies. he would've preferred if i went to business school and took our family business over..."

"family business?" you furrowed your brows, your boyfriend pursing his lips, "okay, so..." rafe takes in a deep breath, "my dad might be a bit rich." even though a part of you wanted to say a snarky comment, you simply squeezed his hand, "and he wanted me to go to business school, so that i could take over our family business."

rafe's eyes were strictly on your hands, the steely pair of eyes clearly avoiding your gaze, "but when i told him i wanted to study to become a scientist, he flipped out."

"how... how come?"

rafe looked up from your interconnected eyes back up to your eyes, "i know it's not likely for it to happen, but the reason i wanted to become a scientist..." rafe sighed, "it's 'cause i want to find a cure for what killed my mom. or at least help patients to prolong their lives."

your brows raised, nearly on their own.

"leukemia."

oh.

"i know it's not likely, but i at least want to try and advance the research on it. or a find a way to prolong the patients' life." you brought your hand to rafe's cheek, pressing your naked body closer to his, "i'm a realist who borders on being a pessimist." you press a small peck on his lips, whispering the next words, "but i believe you can do it."

"yeah?" rafe whispred, looking at you as if searching your eyes for confirmation.

"yes."

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── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ Devastation

Pairing: Michael Robinavitch x Daughter!Reader

AN: Be cautious of ooc-ness and whatever medical inaccuraces are in there.

WC: 5K

TW: Death, mass shooting, blood, gun violence, ep 12/13, etc

Synopsis: The tragedgy at Pittfest brings brings a victim that devastates Dr Robby

"Hey, look who's in the house!" 

You grin as Langdon jumps up from his seat, greeting you with a hug before moving to dap up and hug Jake who trailed in behind you, which catches Dana's attention as she quickly pulls away from what she was doing to greet the both of you.

It had been a while since you had visited the hospital, more focused on studying to get into your top choice of school but today was Pittfest and you were here to collect the tickets after your father dropped out at the last minute, picking up today's shift.

The hug she pulls you into is the usual warm, comforting one she normally provides and you melt into it slightly before pulling away as she greets Jake the same way.

"Baby Robby and Jake the Snake! It's eleven a.m, aren't you supposed to be in school?" Dana exclaims.

"Our moms let us ditch for Pittfest." Jake explains.

"How are your mamas?"

"Oh, she's restoring some house in Squirrel Hill, so, you know, she's pretty busy."

"My mom's good too, she's out of town currently—work trip so I've been staying around dad's"

Langdon pipes up, "That's cool. You, uh... you looking for Robby?"

"Yeah, he's got our festival passes." Jake explains.

"Oh, you going together?" Langdon asks

"We were supposed to, but, you know, I decided to go with a friend."

You laugh at Jake burying the lede, "'Friend'...sure"

"What's her name?" 

"...Leah."

"Okay. Okay."

"Okay, okay. Don't hold out on us. We need details. Where'd you meet? How long have you been together?"

Langdon and Dana tease Jake.

"We met at junior lifeguards this summer. And we've been dating for two months. Yeah, she's pretty great."

"That's sweet. I'm happy for you, kiddo. I'm gonna go find Robby, let him know you're here." Dana smiles at Jake before taking off but you are quick to join her, following as she searched for your father.

Your parents divorced when you were two years old. Your parents loved each other, they really did but your father carried, not just his, but all of his colleagues troubles heavily within himself and didn't let them go. He was the listening ear and the comforting shoulder of his fellow doctors, nurses and even patients and that is who he was, a kind caring man who, more often than not, put others before himself and that was what caused the downfall of the relationship. Your father was a great man who shouldered too much and rarely opened up. 

You were born in the midst of his residency and though your parents were separated by the time he completed it, your mother also moved when he went to Pittsburgh, not wanting to separate you from your father. Years after that, he met and dated Janie and took her son Jake under his wing, forming a close bond with his not quite stepson.

You became easy friends with Jake as soon as you met him. You were close in age but Robby had feared you would be jealous as he tried to split what little free time he had between you, and fostering a relationship with Janie and Jake. He already had guilt about pulling you and your mother away from the friends and family you had in New Orleans, bringing you all the way to Pittsburgh and now he had a new relationship. Robby truly feared what he would have done if you hadn't got along but as soon as the two of you met, you had gotten along like a house on fire. Nowadays, you and Jake considered each other siblings, it didn't matter that you weren't even blood related as far as you were concerned, the two of you were brother and sister.

Which led you to this very moment, visiting the hospital to pick up the Pittfest tickets after your father dropped out last minute, leaving Jake to invite his new girlfriend, which you had no problem with but you were looking forward to spending time as a family.

"I'm surprised to see you here honestly, your father says your head is constantly stuck in your books these days" Dana interrogated you as you walked through the ED, looking for your father.

"It is. Which is why he tried so hard to convince me to come with him and Jake today, so you can imagine my surprise when I woke up this morning to see a text from dad, telling me he won't be able to come since he covered the shift last minute." You complain.

Dana's voice softens," You know what day it is today."

You nod, your tone softening, "I know. It's part of the reason why I agreed to go, to ya'know keep him away from the hospital and keep him distracted but... you know now dad is. This place is his second home and basically another child."

Dana pats your arm comfortingly just as you spy your father talking to Dr Collins. Dana calls his name, his head whipping towards the both of you as you walk up to them, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you.

"Look who came wandering in!" Dana gestures towards you.

"Hey kid!" Your father pulls you into a tight hug, pressing a kiss to your forehead, squeezing you once before pulling back. "How are ya?"

You roll your eyes fondly, "I'm doing fine dad."

Your eyes flicker towards the other doctor and greet her with a kind smile, "Hi Dr Collins"

Heather Collins doesn't have an opportunity to respond as Robby asks a question about a patient of his. Then his attention is caught by something else and suddenly he's walking away to tackle a problem as you yell to him that you'II be at the nurses station before he disappears. You wave goodbye at the two women before returning back to the nurses station where your brother waits.

When you return you find Langdon spinning in a chair, trying to match Jake's record from a few years ago.

"43, 44, 45...Whoa! 46, 47." Jake laughs as he counts

"Ugh!"

"You're not gonna beat my record!"

 "Ohh. How the hell did you stay on for 80?" Langdon looks like he's on the urge of throwing up.

"It helps if you don't have much going on up there" You tease as you walk by, tapping Jake's head."

Jake huffs and pushes you away before turning back to Langdon, "I'm 17, and I'm more fit than you." 

Everybody's attention gets caught by a patient being rolled past them, the topic of conversation changing.

"That kid looks our age." Jake murmurs

Langdon nods, "Yeah, he is."

"What happened to him?"

 "Stressed-out 18-year-old took some pills off the internet to help him sleep. They were laced with fentanyl."

 "Is he gonna make it?" You quietly ask.

 "Mm." Langdon shakes his head no before he turns to you, "Your dad is always talking about how hard you're studying to get into college and I'm sure he's told you a million times but don't go buying drugs off the internet."

You rapidly nod, "I know, I know."

You nibbled on the snack Jake had gotten for you from the waiting room vending machines as you waited for your father to come back from the most recent crisis in the ED that demanded his presence. It didn't bother you, in fact you loved to watch the ED operate in all of its wild, unpredictable chaos, it only solidified your desire to become a doctor. 

"Glad you stuck around." Robby says as he approaches the nurses station after talking with Langdon.

"It's not like we had a choice, did we?"

"No, not really." Robby laughs.

"So how's your day going?"

"Uh, it's going."

"Cool, cool, cool."

"Why do you ask?" Robby does a double take of Jake, catching on almost immediately that something was up.

"Guy can't ask?"

"You never ask me about my work. What gives?" 

"Mom wanted me to ask because she just wants to make sure that you're doing okay." 

Your father turns to you after Jake's admission, "Is your mom curious as well?"

You shake your head, laughing as you joke, "You know mom doesn't care about you."

Your father managed to end on friendly amicable terms with all of his ex partners and you weren't the sole reason why your parents stayed in contact. Despite breaking up, they did genuinely get along with each other, always making sure the other was taken care of.

Your father huffs disbelievingly at your words before he returns his attention back to Jake, "That's very sweet of her. I'm doing fine." 

Robby diggs out the tickets and passes them to Jake, "Thank you for these again." 

"You can thank me by finally introducing me to your girlfriend." 

"Not today but soon."

You and Jake get ready to leave the hospital, moving to step away from the nurses station.

 "Have fun. Hey, I know it goes without saying, but please be safe." Your dad tells the both of you.

"We will." You respond in unison.

"Seriously. Don't take anything from anyone. I've already seen two fentanyl overdoses today. It's not even noon."

"We promise." 

"Okay." 

"Basketball Sunday?" Robby and Jake hug each other. 

"Yep, wouldn't miss it. Hey, before you go, before you go." Your father pauses as he digs into his pocket for his wallet,

"Please don't hand me a cоndоm." 

"What?!" You interrupt.

"Cоndоm? I was gonna give you extra cash." Robby freezes, cash in hand. "Wait, are you having sеx?"

"Thank you!" Jake quickly grabs the money that's offered before speeding away.

Your dad pulls out more money and offers it to you, which you accept with a grateful smile, stuffing it in your pocket, "Thanks."

"Listen," Your father pulls you into a hug, resting his chin on your head, "I know you wanted me to come with you guys and I'm sorry-"

"It's fine" You interrupt, burrowing more into the hug, "I understand."

"I'll make it up to you- you were talking about a graduation trip to California?"

You perked up at that, peering up at him, "You'll come?"

"Of course," Robby grins, "You should get going before Jake disappears."

You jingle your car keys in your hand, "He's not going to get far, I'm the one who drove us here."

"Alright," Your father pulls you into another tight hug, kissing the top of your head before pulling away, "I'll see you later. I love you."

You wave at him as you walk away, "I love you too."

You giggled as you danced around to the music that played from the stage with Leah. Twirling each other around and jumping around as Jake recorded you. You had all just gotten off a facetime call with your father where Leah briefly met him before you returned to enjoying your time at the festival.

You were so caught up in enjoying yourself you didn't hear the first pops that echoed throughout the field, it wasn't until more rang out and people realised what was happening and then panic set in as everybody rushed to safety, running every which way causing people to get separated and others to get crushed as fear and the fight for survival inhabited everyone.

You grabbed Jake's hand, who in turn grabbed Leah before you ran for safety, hiding behind a food stall as you tried to think about your next steps. 

You tried to ignore the screams surrounding you but with your heart racing and fear turning your legs into jello, you were having very little success. A squeeze to your hand brought you back to reality as you stared at the petrified faces of Jake and Leah as they looked at you for guidance.

"O-okay, w-we just uh-" You stumbled over your words, your mind was a mess as you tried to think clearly, "T-there's only o-one ex-exit but we s-stick together o-okay?"

At Jake and Leah's scared nod, you close your eyes and steady your breathing, you gather your thoughts and try to bury the fear until you are in the clear and safe. With one last steading breath, you open your eyes and nod back at Jake and Leah.

"We have no idea where the shooter is so we're just going to have to run, we don't know if he's on the field so just head for the exit. Look ahead, not at the ground or at others and we're going to hold onto each other as tight as we can, we're escaping this together."

Jake and Leah agree and you join hands before you peer over the edge of the stall, looking at your surroundings but it was such a manic panic out there you couldn't really tell what was happening. People were running in every direction, people were dead and injured on the floor, people were getting crushed by the stampede or suffering the effects of drug overdose, it was all blurring together. You tried to see if you could tell which direction the bullet shots were coming from but they echoed and you couldn't pinpoint its direction.

"Follow me and run okay?" 

Together you stand up and run. You speed towards the exit as you try your hardest to ignore the screams and cries around you and focus on your brother's hand in yours and the exit in the distance.

A shot rings out and Jake stumbles and falls to the ground. A gasp and cry escapes you as you crouch down next to him, your hands frantically running over his body, fearing that he had been shot in a critical place.

"It's just my leg! I'm fine, I'm fine!" Jake's words are a comfort in the chaos and you help him up with the help of Leah and together you shoulder his weight as you stumble towards the exit, Jake's adrenaline helping.

One Step. Two Steps. Three Steps.

Pfft.

One Step. Two—

Your legs collapse beneath you and your body careens to the floor, landing with a muffled thump. 

Warmth bleeds beneath you as you lay face down in the grass, your mind is fuzzy as a hand on your shoulder pulls you onto your back so you're gazing up at the rapidly darkening sky.

A sudden pressure on your chest brings you back to reality as you gasp in pain, a sudden overwhelming, painful and burning pain washing over you and lingering on your chest.

The last thing you see are Jake and Leah's petrified expressions as they hover over you before your eyes flutter shut.

"She was talking when we first got in the truck…" Robby paused as he heard Jake's voice, "There... There was so much blood. I tried to stop it."

 "Jake!" Robby rushed over to the pickup truck, pulling himself up onto the bed.

"Robby!" Jake stumbles over your name, "—got shot! It's really bad!"

Robby freezes in his movements when he sees you unconscious in Jake's lap, Dr Ellis taking over putting pressure on your wound from Leah.

 There's a ringing in his ears as all Robby can focus on at that moment is your face. You look peaceful almost, undisturbed by the chaos surrounding you but the blood staining you, brings him back to reality.

"I've been putting pressure on the wound the whole time." Jake's voice is filled with panic.

Robby swallows terror that creeps up his throat, "Yeah, that's good. That's good. Are you shot?"

"I don't... maybe my leg. Most of this is her blood." Jake becomes closer to tears with every moment.

After helping Jake and Leah down from the bed of the truck, they pull your body onto a bed before rushing into the ED.

"Jake, you can't stay with her." Robby told him from the other side of your bed as you pushed through the ED.

"I have to." Jake protests.

"There's no room, and we need to work on your sister right now, and you need to get your leg checked, so please go sit down." Robby begged the teenager, "Get you and Leah checked out."

"Please come tell me how she's doing, okay? Please?" 

"I will."

 "Jake?" Langdon calls out, seeing the boy. "Is your sister with you?"

"I-I'm okay. She's with Robby."

Meanwhile, your father was in one-hundred percent doctor mode, he couldn't be a petrified father at this moment because as soon as Jack realised it was you on that bed, Robby would be pushed away and he needed to save you.

The nurses cut your clothes and lanyard off, giving them better access to your wound. Your father used a laryngoscope to place a breathing tube down your throat as Dana arrived, her steps pausing momentarily as she realised what was happening. 

"Can't feel carotid." 

"Start compressions. Swap out with me." Robby instructed someone nearby.

"I need an IO. Hang a unit of O-neg." 

Dr Mohan arrives, "Got the IO." 

"Robby…" Dana murmurs, "You can't—"

"Just-just let me try" Robby's words were rushed.

"You need help over there?" Langdon calls out, worried.

"No, we're good." 

"That's Baby Robby." Langdon tells Dr Mckay

"Oh, shit." McKay gasps

"Baby Robby as in…?" Javadi asks.

"Yeah…It's Robby's daughter."

"1,400 of blood out the chest. First unit's in." The nurse said as she continued compressions.

"Squeeze in a second unit fast, and then we'll do another pulse check." Robby demands.

"She's needs a second line?" Dana questions Robby

"For FFP and platelets."

"You sure, Robby?" 

Everybody knows that Robby is fighting a losing battle here but Dana attempts to get through to him gently as Jack Abbot throws them a curious stare.

"Sophie, get the plasma. I'm gonna take over compressions. And swap."

"Two units packed cells in. FFP still going?" Dana pants as squeezes the bag.

"Almost there. Okay, holding compressions." Robby steps back, hands shaking as he prays the next words out of their mouths are that they have a pulse.

"Can't feel carotid." Sophie says, and Robby turns to Dana, hoping for something, anything.

"No femoral." Dana shakes her head.

 Robby takes a stuttered breath before he climbs back up to his previous position, "Resuming compressions." 

Jack finally moves to a patient nearby and swears underneath his breath when he sees who Robby is working on, his heart sinks as he realises what was happening. He hasn't known you as long as some of the others but he has known you for a solid chunk of your life. When he first arrived in Pittsburgh and initially worked on the day shift, you were the one to convince him to come to Robby's yearly barbeque, making him pinky promise about attending. You had always affectionately called him 'Uncle Jack' and frequently texted him during his night shifts when you were pulling an all-nighter studying despite his disapproval. 

"Brother…" Jack placed a hand on Robby's shoulder, "You can't be doing this-let me"

"No!" Robby frantically shook his head, not wanting to stop for even a moment.

Jack and Dana caught each other's eyes and realised that being gentle was not going to work with Robby right now.

"What's your next move, boss?" Jack returned back to his original patient.

"Platelets, another unit. And then we can transfuse her with her own blood from the Pleur-evac to get ahead." Robby tells Jack before he turns to Dana, "Hang the cell saver."

 "Squeeze all this in?" 

"No. Three-way stopcock on a 60-cc syringe. I'll push-pull."

"Okay."

"Not exactly in our mass casualty game plan."

Robby ignores Jack's words, focussing on doing compressions on your lifeless body.

"Third unit's in. Okay, pulse check." 

"I think I'm feeling a femoral." There was a glimmer of hope in Dana's voice.

"I got a carotid!" Robby's voice cracks slightly, overwhelmed with the possibility, "Emery, I got a chest case, needs to go to the OR."

"I saw you doing CPR on this girl." The surgeon says as she rounds the bed.

"Two liters out of the left chest. Got a pulse back after three packed cells. 600 out of the cell saver, 2 of FFP."

"I'm not feeling it." Emery shakes her head, unable to feel your pulse.

"Check the carotid." Robby is desperate.

"Nothing. Sorry." With that Emery walks away.

"Resume compressions."

"No, no, we should take her up. She just had a pulse." Robby chases after the surgeon.

"Not now. We need a pulse to go to the OR. Call me if anything changes."

 Robby walks back to Dana, "Do we have any more whole blood from the donors?"

"Think so." Dana nods

"Okay, get another unit that's got platelets and plasma. It'll help her clot."

 "Got it."

Jack speaks up again, "Four units. Blood is for the ones we can save."

"She is right on the edge. One more can make the difference and I have to help her. I have to."

"How much blood you pushing off the cell saver?" Dana asks.

"Every last drop." 

Dana turns to Jack as he finishes with his patient, shaking her head, she was begging him to step in now. You were dead, she knew that, Jack knew that and so were the nurses assisting them but Robby was still in denial.

"How many units so far?" Jack asks as he slides in next to Robby.

Robby takes in a deep breath before he answers, "Four, plus the cell saver."

"Last one?"

"I don't know." Robby shakes his head, his voice warbling as the tears threaten to escape, "Dana, why don't we try a little TXA? 1,000 milligrams of TXA might help her clot."

"Got it."

Jack sighs, his hand resting on Robby's arm, silently pleading him to accept what happened as he gave Robby the realistic facts, "Bullet tore through her heart. Anyone else with a wound like this is pronounced dead in the field. You can't keep up with the blood loss. If she was our only patient, we'd do a thoracotomy, maybe ECMO. But even then, I doubt we'd get her back. We're gonna lose ten other patients if you put all your efforts into saving her."

"S-she's my d-d-aughter" Robby gasped, reality slowly sinking in, "She can't leave me."

"Got the TXA."

"Okay, push it fast, and we'll do another pulse check. And then can you get me a vascular Doppler too, please?" Robby had to force the words out, tears falling from his eyes.

"Four units of packed cells, two of FFP, 1,000 of TXA... and 1,200 auto-transfused." Robby scribbled on your wrist chart that was smeared with blood but his hands were trembling so much that it was incomprehensible. 

"Did you check this?" Robby took the Doppler that Dana was holding out. 

"Not yet."

Robby squirted the gel on his wrist before putting the doppler on it, nodding when it picked up his pulse, "Okay, it's working. Hold compressions."

Robby held his breath as he held the doppler to your neck, wishing and praying so deeply that his daughter was not taken from him. He moved it around slightly, desperately for the slightest pulse that would allow you to go up to OR but only silence greeted him.

Dana watched him, blinking away the tears that had threatened to spill since you first arrived in the ED.

Robby let out a shuttered breath as he pulled back, shaking his head as he cried, "O-okay we're done here."

"We stopped at 19:47" Dana wrote your TOD on your wrist chart and Robby struggled to pull his gaze away.

 Robby wanted to lock himself away in a room where he could cry until he was empty, where he could scream until his throat was raw and collapse to the ground but the ED needed him.

"Move her to Pedes?" Robby nodded as he kept his gaze straight ahead, he could no longer look at you. 

"You want me to go with you to talk to Jake?" Dana gently offered.

 "No, no, thanks, I got it." Robby declined, "W-what about um-...her mom?"

"She's on her way but she's coming from Philadelphia, so it'll be a while."

Robby absentmindedly nodded as he wandered off into an empty bathroom, locking it behind him and there he finally crashed onto his knees, heart wrenching cries escaping him as he wept for you. He cried until he choked, his nonstop tears making it hard to breathe. 

Robby didn't want to go back out there, he didn't want to tell Jake that you had died, he didn't want to go out there to help other people when he couldn't even save you. He didn't want nurses or med students, or residents, or fellow doctors calling for his help, he just wanted you back.

A knock on the door brings him to his feet as he stumbles to unlock it and open it. Dana is on the other side, sympathy strong on her face as she looks at him.

"Jake is asking for you." Dana informs him.

Robby nods and reaches up to wipe the tears from his face but then he realised he was still wearing your blood stained gloves and gown, which he quickly ripped off, throwing it into the nearest sanitary bin, the sight of the blood making him sick.

"I'll find him, thank you Dana" Robby gives her one last nod before he disappears looking for his not-quite stepston.

Hours had passed and the ED had returned to somewhat normality after the shooting. There was a somber weight that laid on the shoulders of everyone there from what they all witnessed and treated for but no one dared to mention the elephant in the room, which was Robby. 

Robby was blaming himself and Jack to remind him that even if they had the entire trauma team working with you, with an injury like yours, chances of survival were low. 

The doctor had disappeared to the viewing room after Janie picked up Jake and Leah to take them home, the woman breaking into tears after being told what had happened. Jack had also sent the morning shift home, reminding them they've been there all day.

Hurried footsteps into the ED had caught Jack's attention from where he was finishing up files to the entrance where your mother rushed in, panic clear on her face.

"Jack!" Your mother cried as he rushed towards him and he met her half way, supporting her body as it crashed into him.

"W-where are they? I can't get in contact with either of them!"

Jack harshly swallows before he takes her arm in a supportive grip, guiding her towards the elevators, "C'mon I'll take you to them."

"Is she in the ICU or the OR?" Your mother asks as they step into the elevator, "That's probably why I couldn't get ahold of her right? And ha- knowing Robby, he's probably right by her side,"

Jack stays silent as the elevator rises past the ICU and surgery floors, bringing a hand up to his mouth when your mother realised what floor they were going to. Your mother had spent as much time as you did in this hospital, it was the usual drop-off place where you'd go from one parent to the other and she was well aware of what departments were on what floors.

Your mother paused as she stepped out of the elevator, the viewing room, right around the corner and her voice was a mere whisper as she spoke to Jack, "How bad was it?"

Jack hesitated before he spoke knowing he shouldn't be telling her any of it, "...She was gone before she got here…no matter what, the chances weren't in her favour."

"...And Robby?"

"He tried so hard. He refused to give up."

Your mother mutely nodded before she slowly made her way to the viewing room where Robby still waited outside.

"Robby?" Your mother whispered but it rang loudly through the corridor and Robby shot to his feet, making his way over to her. 

Your parents fall into each other's arms, crying as they mourn their daughter.

Jack sends them a pitiful glance before he leaves them alone, returning to the ED.

"I'm sorry—Oh fuck, I'm so sorry" Robby sobbed, "I tried so hard. I did, you have to believe me, please-please"

Your mother could only sob, curling around Robby as she sought for something to ground her.

They cried until there were no tears left and Robby helped her up, guiding her towards the chairs but your mom stopped just outside of the door.

"Can-can we see her?" She hesitantly asked.

Robby silently nodded, taking your moms hand before they opened the door and stepped in. Your mothers hand trembles in Robby's hand as he gently reaches over to pull the sheet away from your face.

Your mother shudders, briefly looking away to press her face to Robby's shoulder to center herself, she pulls away to rummage through her purse before she pulls out a travel pack of wet wipes.

"Can I?" 

Robby nods, reaching to take a wipe she offers him and together they begin to wipe your face clean of the blood that had matted onto your face and hairline. Your mother murmured words of love, pressing kisses on your face as she cleaned it and Robby watched as she did so but he couldn't do the same, the guilt festered in him.

First, it was guilt of not saving you. For taking the shift and not being by your side when the shooting happened.

Then it was for not accepting you had passed earlier. Deep in denial, he pushed and pushed until he had cracked your ribs, putting your body through more trauma just for his benefit.

"I'm sorry," Robby whimpered, "I should have been there with her. I could have helped her…it should have been me."

"What would you have done, hm?" Your mother asked, "You have no idea who the shooter was or where he was coming from and with what medical supplies? You saved many lives today…be proud of that."

"But not the most important person of them all" Robby gasped.

"Jack told me the probability of everything," Your mother pulls Robby into a hug, "Our baby girl was just unlucky. There was nothing that you or Jack or anyone could have done."

"I'm sorry…" Robby sobbed.

"I know," Your mother squeezed Robby, "I am too."

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summary: lena has a dance recital and pope needs your help. feelings can’t be pushed down any longer.

andrew pope cody x reader

a/n: i was working on some of the requests in my inbox when i got distracted (sowwy) this is a continuation of what i am calling pope x lena’s favorite. i don’t necessarily think this is a chapter situation mainly because i suck at chapters. i write ideas as they come and inspire.

pope was screwed in a major way. lena’s dance class just came home with a set of mandatory steps needed to be taken for recital hair and makeup. staring back at him in big bold letters. do not deviate this is a non negotiable for all recitals your dancer will not perform if standards are not met. you had shown him the basics in order to keep it out of her face at class but now this looked way more complicated and he has no idea where to start. well technically he does: with an SOS text to you.

you message back with ???? i can be there in 10 minutes. he replies with a picture the piece of paper that contains the stupid rules. he’s never liked following rules. his own rule was no rules except when it came to lena, and maybe you now if he thought about it hard enough.

either you’ve missed the part entirely of his SOS text or you’re messing with him because you reply back omg andrew a recital, that’s going to be too cute! can i buy a ticket to go? he’s shaking his head with a small smile. i already have your ticket, lena made sure of that. but she won’t be dancing if i’m in charge of her hair and makeup this is why i need you. apparently she needs someone backstage to do this hair and makeup pre-show and for my sake and hers can you please help, it’s either you or one of the moms who hate me, or worse… smurf. there is a clear number one choice for me and lena.

he watches your three little dots signalling that your responding back and he finds himself holding his breath because this feels like a big ask of you to be his dependent’s special person when you two aren’t even dating. of course i can help! you can let the studio know that i will be lena’s stage hand. he releases the breath he was holding. i owe you.

the day of the recital came up quickly on you. you find yourself rushing to pope’s house with all the supplies needed to make sure lena is the cutest dust bunny any production of snow white has ever seen. hairbrush, gel, elastics, bobby pins. little clips to hold lena’s bunny ears on her head. the standard red lipstick and a good eyeliner to put whiskers on her face, exactly as the studio deemed necessary for the show. you’ll do her makeup backstage but you’re heading over to their house early so you can do her hair. not bothering with a knock you open the sliding glass door and smell the pancake breakfast being made. “smells good in here.” you take a seat next to lena at the table. “big day calls for a big breakfast” pope places a plate in-front of you and takes a seat on lena’s other side his own plate in front of him. you all eat with easy conversations between the three of you talking about events the big and the mundane since you all saw each other last.

you glance at the time. “i should get started on your hair while you finish breakfast. is that okay lena?” she nods and you get to work. the studio wants two french braids into a bun. you start by gently brushing out the tangles. pope excuses himself to make a call while you work. he’s on the phone watching through the glass door, because he can’t help himself. lena is chatting about something to you animatedly you are keeping the conversation going but you have your brows knitted in concentration on lena’s hair. you say something to lena that has her looking up at you and the both of you laughing. the sight is enough to make his heart burst but its the sound that can be heard through the little crack in the sliding glass door makes his knees buckle a bit. you’re also being so gentle. his only memory of smurf doing julia’s hair was it always seemed so rough and almost painful, lena looks pretty much relaxed as you are pinning her bun into place.

you tell lena she’s all good to go and tell her to change into her leotard and tights. she skips down the hall and you’re starting to clean the dishes. that makes pope wrap up his phone call. “hey deran i gotta go. see you at the recital.” he hangs up and goes back inside. “you’ve already helped enough today and you’re not even halfway through.” he pours you a cup of coffee. “go sit down, relax for a few before we have to head to the theatre” you roll your eyes playfully at him and sit at the island. “you’re kinda bossy, has anyone ever told you that?” he smiles at you and continues with the dishes.

it’s time to leave so that you arrive backstage on time. pope opens the passenger side door to the truck for you to get in before he is getting lena situated in her car seat in the back. he hops into his side and starts the car on its way to the local theatre. “lena are you getting excited?” you turn back to look at her. “i’m scared” you look at pope who has sported a new frown at lena’s admission. you turn back reaching your hand out for her to take. “its okay to be nervous. it’s a big new thing that you’re doing today. preforming in-front of a crowd can be scary sometimes, but you’ve practiced so hard at dance class. and me and uncle pope are so excited to watch you, all your friends are dancing right next to you, how fun is that? i love dancing with my friends” pope is in awe at how you were just able to completely validate lena’s feelings, without telling her she has no reason to be scared, like it’s regular conversation for you. you make it seem so easy. “plus i think uncle pope said we can go for ice cream after to celebrate.” he absolutely did not say this but who is he to say no to you, or lena for that matter, especially when you’re giving him the playful smile that he suspects you somehow have figured out is an automatic yes from him to anything you say. plus that information seemed to change lena’s mind. “okay yeah i am excited to dance.”

you arrive at the theatre and get out of the truck. this is where you have to leave pope to go with lena backstage, he hands you your ticket. “i will save your seat for you.” you nod and grab lena’s hand and head towards the dressing rooms.

in the dressing room you feel so out of place next to all the rich dance moms, walking around like they belong back here. but you try and hide your insecurities from lena, instead focusing on getting her ready. you help her get her costume on. you clip her bunny ears to her head and secure everything with a bit more hairspray. next you move on to the whiskers making sure that you’re putting all your perfectionist tendencies to good use for once. the lipstick is next, you don’t glob it on like the other girls’ moms have. just lightly putting enough on so it doesn’t bother lena or get everywhere. “i don’t like it when i can feel my lipstick stuck on my lips” you tell her as you apply. finally you are helping her put on her ballet slippers, the last step before the dance teacher will take over and you can escape the dressing room and go running back to andrew.

the dance teacher comes in and is taking a look at all of the girls to make sure everyone is presentable. she’s eyeing lena up and down which causes a pit to form in your stomach wondering if you’ve messed something up for her. the dance teacher speaks up “everyone listen up, if your little dancer does not look like miss lena then fix whatever you have done incorrectly” she’s pointing towards lena to show off your work which makes you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. lena beams at you and gives you a hug. you crouch down to look her in the eye and hold her hands. “i have to go find my seat, but remember uncle pope and i are so proud of you and we know you’re going to do so good. we will be in the lobby waiting for you when the show is all done okay?” lena nods and the dance teacher comes to wrangle all the girls to get them show ready, you sneak out of the dressing room.

you stop at the vendor selling flowers in the lobby and buy a bouquet to give lena after the show and look at your ticket to find your seat. you head to the area you see andrew sitting beside his family and your suddenly feeling out of place again like you’re intruding on a family event, but you push it down and go to your seat. you slide into the one beside andrew, his hand brushing your lower back as you pass by him to your seat. you pretend like that didn’t do something to make you wish his hands were on you more often. he’s looking down into your eyes with a smile. “flowers? where did you find those?” you look down at the bouquet. “in the lobby but he was closing up i had to sweet talk my way into this these” he smiles at you. “yeah i bet you did, well now you’re going to make me look bad with nothing for lena.” without hesitation you hand him the bouquet. “give her these ones, they will be more special coming from you.” he’s wondering what you mean by that, you could have brought lena a rock and she would be talking about how special it was for days because it came from you. “you paid for them, i can’t take them” your thrusting them towards his hands “you paid for my ticket. think of it as a trade” you drive him crazy by never letting him pay for anything. “well you got all that stuff to put in her hair” you look at him with your sparkly eyes and he knows he’s lost this little argument before you even open your mouth to respond. “i bought those things with the cash that i randomly found in my wallet. it appeared out of nowhere like a reverse robbery” he knows that you know it was him but you let him have that little win. he’s biting back a smile ready to keep this little playful thing going when the lights dim signalling the show is about to begin.

the show starts and pope can’t keep his eyes off you from the corner of his eye. you are so supportive of all the dancers and he watches you melt at the little toddlers running around, and it melts him a little. especially when he looks past you and sees his and lena’s actual family not even hiding the fact that they’d rather be anywhere but here. when lena’s class is finally on, its your turn to take a peak at pope watching lena dance. you aren’t disappointed when you do watching him watch her with a proud pride that makes you smile as you turn back your face mirrors him watching lena dance around the stage with a big smile.

once the recital is all done you head to the lobby with andrew’s family and wait for lena to come out. pope suddenly feeling protective of you, and your too good for his world watching smurf’s eyes look at you up and down. he walks over to you to block you from her line of sight. you don’t have to wait much longer for lena to come bounding over still in costume, pope scoops her up in his arms and the family surrounds her now turning it on like they actually cared to spend their afternoon watching the recital. lena has had enough of them so she’s wiggling out of pope’s arms to go running over to you. you pick her up in a hug and feel her give you one back. “lena that was so good, did you have fun?” you feel her nod against you. “so much fun. thank you for coming and helping me. look at the flowers uncle pope got me” she’s proudly holding the flowers up to you. “those are so pretty. we better get going so that we can get them in some water.” your looking up at pope hopefully conveying with silent eye contact that you have given them an out. “yeah we better get going it’s been a long day here for us, thanks for showing up” with that he leads the way back to his truck, lena still in your arms chatting to you about what happened backstage after you left her. pope gently grabs her out of your arms so he can buckle her into her car seat. “uncle pope are we still stopping for ice cream?” he looks at you in the front seat trying to hide a smile and then back at lena who’s looking up at him waiting for his answer. “of course we are, we’re celebrating an amazing performance”

he stops at the little spot close to the house and lets you and lena order. he doesn’t get anything and you roll your eyes at him calling him boring which makes him huff a laugh as he goes to pay. lena has grabbed your hand and pulled you out the door so you can’t protest to him about it. the shop worker hands back the change saying “you have a beautiful family.” he turns back to look at you and lena, she’s still in her dance costume, your swinging her hand in yours around and she’s smiling and giggling at whatever you just said. he nods at the worker in thanks and leaves the shop to join you and lena on the bench that you found where you enjoy your ice cream and the company.

you’re finally all home from the big outing. well back to pope and lena’s so you can collect your things that you left there, and go home. pope cannot stop thinking about what the ice cream shop worker had to say and how bad he wanted it to be true, how that if it was then you wouldn’t be leaving again to go to your own place.

“hey i was thinking about ordering pizza for dinner, you should stay. lena would probably like your help better taking that hair down” you don’t even look up from your bag where you’re making sure you have everything. “oh are you sure? you already fed me pancakes and ice cream today i’m going to start feeling like a bit of a free loader.”

he looks down at you and what he really wants to do is shake your shoulders so that you understand what he says next, instead he grabs one of your wrists so that you stop what your doing to look at him. “all the things you do for lena without batting an eye, all the things you do for me, you are the opposite of a free loader in this house. okay?” his eyes are so intense when you look into them and your skin is tingling on your wrist where his hand is wrapped around you don’t even know how to answer him, how to tell him that you would do everything all over again in a heartbeat because even though this whole thing started with just wanting to make sure lena was taken care of, it has selfishly turned into excuses to see him too. you settle with a nod of acceptance and a “sure i will stay for pizza” he lets go of your wrist to go order. you stay to eat pizza and help pope to finally coax lena out of her costume and into her pajamas so that she can go to bed. you’re with her in the bathroom taking out all the bobby pins out of the bun leaving the two braids in her hair on her request. next you’re helping her gently wash off the makeup and leave her to brush her teeth. “hey i’m going to put her to bed but do you want to stay for a beer after?” you nod at his offer. “sure”

your sitting on the couch when you hear lena’s door softly close for the night. pope heads to the fridge and pulls out two bottles and opens them bringing them back to the couch. you take one and turn to face him. “the lady at the ice cream shop said something interesting to me today.” here goes nothing pope thinks. you take a sip of your beer. “oh yeah?” he leans in a bit closer. “yeah told me i had a beautiful family after you and lena went outside” he’s eyeing you for a reaction, you give him an adorable one without realizing of your eyes going wide in shock like maybe you’ve been caught doing something you shouldn’t. reminds him of the night he met you lena’s bedroom at smurf’s with your tiara on. “i, oh, uh what did you tell her?” you stammer out. “nothing, i didn’t correct her. just thanked her and went out to join you two.” you can’t think of anything to say so you just stare into pope’s eyes. you start with an “andrew i-“ and he cuts you off before you say something. “i think i didn’t correct her because i wanted it to be true, it made me realize that i haven’t made a move because if i mess this up im not just messing it up for me, but also for lena. you are the best thing that could have possibly happened to us coming into our lives when you did.” you look at him with glassy eyes, and he speaks again. “i would really like to try with you if that was something you’d want” you grab his hand and answer with a simple “yes” that makes him smile at you “yeah?” you’re smiling back and nodding still holding his hand. “you have to do it proper though i’m not just going to kiss you tonight because we shared our feelings that we’ve both had for a while.” you admit to him that you feel the same way. “you have to wine and dine me even if we are doing things a little backwards.” he laughs at how cute you are. “how about next friday night? i get a sitter and i take you out?” you smile and look up at him through your eyelashes. “yes please.”

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stop she’s so kinddd, lena deserves that

summary: smurf leaves lena alone at a party. good thing you’re there.

andrew pope cody x reader (eventually)

warnings: animal kingdom spoilers, suggestive language, pope has a big fat crush, reader has a big fat crush, writer has absolutely no idea how old lena is.

you honestly have no idea why you came back here. craig was a teenage fling in your younger years before he got into everything he’s into now. he was the boy who pissed your parents off when you were being an edgy teen, you did manage to stay on good terms and when you ran into him at the beach this morning he told you to stop by at the house for a little party that was happening.

that is why you find yourself at a party hosted by his mother “it will be fun! just like old times”

except you have cleaned up your act since your teenaged years and this definitely wasn’t your crowd anymore.

currently out for summer break from your teaching job you are surrounded by many things that if you somehow were caught with them you would probably lose your teaching license.

you’re thinking about getting out of there as soon as possible when your eyes scan and you spot a very out of place little girl who can’t be older than 8 left alone at this party. you go into child preservation mode as soon as you see her. walking up to the picnic bench you crouch to her eye level.

“is it okay if i sit here?” she looks at you with some of the saddest eyes you have ever seen a child have and just nods at you so you take a seat on the picnic table right beside her. you tell her your name trying to convey that even though you are a stranger you are in no way a threat. “and what’s your name?” now deciding you’ll stick around so that you can give some shitty parent the business when they come back for this poor thing. she sits swinging her legs, her shoes scuffing the ground beneath her. “im lena”

you cant believe someone has left poor lena at a cody party of all places. so you see if there is something you can do to at least get her out of the cloud of weed smoke you are currently sitting in.

“are you hungry? i think there is usually ice cream at the parties here, should we go find it?” you turn to her because if it’s one thing you know about kids is that ice cream works 99 percent of the time. your math proves correct when her eyes light up and she nods excitedly. even the saddest children still love ice cream. you hold out your hand for your to take and she’s practically dragging you into the kitchen. you get her situated at the stool on the island and you open the freezer and dig around a bit. “ah-ha look at this, we found the jackpot” you pull out a container of vanilla and chocolate. she gives you a little timid smile and you just want to grab her and the ice cream and make a run for it.

“hmm i am going to have a scoop of both i think. what about you?” you say as you grab a couple of bowls down from the cupboard. lena nods like that’s a good plan before she’s pointing and saying. “grandma smurf keeps the sprinkles up in that cupboard, could we have those too?”

that about knocks the air out of your lungs when you register what she just said to you, but you keep your composure for her sake. “that sounds perfect”

ice cream with extra sprinkles seems to have gained her trust because after she’s all finished with hers and you’ve washed and dried both bowls lena is turning to you and going. “can i show you my toys in my room” and you are internally jumping for joy that you have somewhere away from the main party to take her. “i would love that, show me the way”

that is how you find yourself sitting in a crouched position at a little round plastic table in lena’s room acting out a tea party as she’s digging through her toy chest looking for something. she pulls out two princess tiaras and hands you one. you happily oblige her and let her lead the way on some play time. you are however a childcare provider first so as your sipping your pretend tea you have to ask. “so lena do you stay here, at grandma smurfs?” she’s busy getting the bears and dolls all situated. “sometimes i stay here. usually i stay at my house with uncle pope. my mommy and daddy are gone” your heart sinks at that. “is uncle pope at this party?” she looks up to you and shakes her head “no he had things to do so he left me with grandma smurf, and then she invited all of these people over, uncle pope said he would be back for me later though” that has you thinking to yourself well that’s good at least she won’t be sleeping here tonight.

you let lena show you all her toys and play any game she wants when the door to her room is suddenly opening. you look up with wide eyes to a man at the door staring down at you with what you think might be an amused expression, or maybe not but you think you saw the corners of his mouth turn up slightly. he’s very intimidating. “hey lena clean up your toys, it’s time to go” you realize how silly you must look as a grown woman in a princess tiara sitting having tea with a teddy bear. so you quickly stand up and whip off the crown.

you wave your hand at the mess. “i can clean up here it’s getting late” the man you are just assuming is lena’s uncle pope just nods with a thanks and is opening the door wider so that lena can get out. before she leaves she gives you a hug and says “thank you for playing with me, this has been the best party” and if that didn’t melt your heart. “thank you for letting me play i had the best time. have a goodnight lena” after that she’s leaving with a wave to you. you wave back and get to cleaning up her bedroom, once that is all finished you slide out of the house and head for your own home.

a couple of days later pope is at smurf’s house for a meeting with the family. once business is wrapped up he has question for his nephew and brothers. “does anyone know the girl who lena was with the other night?” the boys stare at him blankly telling him that they were not paying attention to what lena was up to while this party was happening. so he explains what you look like and your name that he got from lena hoping one of them has an idea. “oh she’s a friend of mine from high school, why are you asking?” craig realizes who pope is looking for.

“lena won’t stop talking about her. i was hoping i could get a hold of her and maybe get her to spend the day with her one of these days if she would be up to it.” craig is pulling out his phone to look for your number. “well i know you probably don’t want my recommendation, but for what it’s worth she grew up to be an elementary school teacher. out of good influences she’s probably up there on the list. if i remember correctly she may have also been a freak in the sheets too, not sure i had a lot of girlfriends in high school”. pope gives him an unimpressed look “dude” because he was already obsessively thinking about the beautiful girl with the adorable blush when she was caught with a plastic crown on, in the sundress with the yellow bikini strings showing off just enough to make his brain go blank. not to mention you were good with lena - that was also a new turn on for him apparently. and now he has just been given the tidbit that you were an apparent freak in the sheets - what was he even supposed to do with that information? “do you have her number or not?” craig sends your contact to his phone. pope thanks him and heads back to baz’s house where lena was with the neighbour for the hour he was gone.

he internally wrestles with himself and your contact information. should he call? should he text? should he just leave you alone all together? is that fair to lena? he thinks if he plays this right he could finally get her a good influence in her life.

he decides on a text that way you can just ignore it if you want to, there should be no pressure to answer. hey sorry to bother you i got your contact info from craig. this is lena’s uncle pope. she can’t stop talking about the fun she had with you the other day. i was hoping i could somehow convince you to spend a day with her? i think it would really make her summer.

he’s thankful that you don’t leave him to overthink the whole thing responding back fairly quickly. hi uncle pope. i would love to spend the day with lena if that is all good with you. i am free basically any day so whenever works for you. something about you calling him uncle pope has him fighting a rare grin from showing on his face. i have some work coming up in a couple of days in santa monica, is that okay? it would probably be a full day. again you don’t make him wait long. sounds like a plan to me just send me the address and time that works for me to come over.

it is the day of the job and you have shown up to a little house on the beach just like you’ve been told. you lightly knock on the door when you are greeted by uncle pope. it was a bit dark at the party so you didn’t get a good look at him last time, but standing at the door letting you in you see how handsome he is. broody stare that you always find attractive, auburn curls, and his arms… wow is all you have to say about those in his button down shirt. “come in, i thought lena would be awake by now but she’s still sleeping. she hasn’t been sleeping well so i just let her when she does” you give a little frown. the more you learn about lena the more you have a deep down desire to make sure nothing bad ever happens to her again. you follow him inside and look around. you don’t really think it’s uncle pope’s style - this place was decorated most likely by lena’s mom and dad but you spot clear clues that a child does live here. toys scattered in the living room, art hanging proudly on the fridge. it makes you smile. “i have to get going to work. is there anything you need before i go? you have my number and craig’s if anything comes up and i don’t answer. you nod at him. “yeah that should be good, nothing i need here. being this close to the beach i think i might take lena there for a bit today if that’s okay? pope nods back “she loves the beach, that would be great.”

he packs up all his things and gets ready to head out the door “have a good day at work uncle pope” you say to him. he turns back with an amused smile on his face. “you know you can just call me pope or even andrew, that’s my real name.” you give him a bit of a cheeky grin “well we never actually formally got introduced to one another so i was just going off the name i had been told” he smiles at how literal you are. “well i have to get going but you have a good day with lena also - i can’t thank you enough she’s so excited.” and with that he heads out for the day.

when lena wakes up you feed her some breakfast with what you can find and get her ready for the beach. you make sure to grab some toys, towels, water, sunscreen to reapply later and pack a quick lunch for you both to eat too. once your all ready to go you look down at lena ready to go with her bucket hat on and say “should we head to the beach?” she nods excitedly.

you honestly are having the best time with her when you think it’s been enough time in the direct sun you start to pack up with a promise of stopping by the ice cream truck on the way home.

once home you think it’s fine just to get her cleaned up and into pajamas - possibly a little early for her but you promise a movie and popcorn after she gets cleaned up and has some dinner that you made - just a simple stir fry from the ingredients you could find in the fridge.

just before you’re about to get the movie started lena turns to you “do you know how to paint nails? i haven’t had mine painted since mommy went away” ugh you were having such a good time without the dull ache of knowing how hard her life must be as smurf’s grandchild. “yes of course i can paint your nails where do you keep your polish?” she runs down the hall to grab some.

pope’s day has been so long at this job that he hasn’t had a chance to even glance at his phone. when he does he’s he sees he has some missed messages from you and panics a bit as he goes to open them but his mind is put at ease when he opens the message thread to find picture updates of your day together. lena in her bathing suit and hat next to a huge sandcastle smiling wider then he thinks he’s ever seen from her, lena all covered in sand eating a sandwich and strawberries, a candid of lena splashing around in a tide pool, another of her on the swings, one of her showing off sparkly purple finger nails, and his personal favorite a selfie of you with lena on your lap showing off your ice cream cones cheek to cheek with big grins on your faces, as if you were both in the middle of saying cheese. that’s the one he wants to make his new home screen but picks the one of lena and the sandcastle and makes the switch from his boring out of the package background.

hey sorry work took a bit longer than expected. looks like you have had a way better day than me. i should be home in a couple of hours, sorry for taking up so much of your day. he finds himself flipping through the photos you sent once more and he can’t help the smile growing on is face wondering if it was possible for a kids and adults to be soulmates. he thinks in this case it might be true. that’s when a banner notification pulls him from his thoughts. please don’t apologize at all. we had a great day. see you when you get here and drive careful! something about you telling him to drive carefully makes his stomach do little flips, because you really just are that caring that you can put that in passing like it is nothing at all to you.

pope enters the house quietly as he knows it’s late and he doesn’t want to disturb lena. he thinks she must have been able to fall asleep after the busy day she had. what he wasn’t expecting was the sight he got when he walked in the door. you have one arm on the arm rest of the couch holding your head up. your other hand has its fingers running soothing motions in lena’s hair as she sleeps with her head in your lap. the tv is off and you have tucked the blanket left on the couch around lena as she slept. “hey” he says in a low whisper as to not startle you or wake lena. “hi andrew” you say equally as quiet. “im sorry, i should have moved her into her room as soon as she started closing her eyes but i didn’t know she would fall asleep that fast”

“don’t worry about it” pope crouches down and goes to pick up lena. she immediately curls into him and rests her head on his shoulder as he brings her into her room. he gets her all tucked in, turns her night light on and slowly closes the door. he heads back into the living room and stops short watching you stand up to fold the blanket and put it back where it belongs. you turn to start to pick up the crayons left on the coffee table when he stops you “hey you don’t need to clean those i got it - it already looks better in here than when i left.” he says assessing the room, all the toys had been picked up and put away for once. you only had to pick up a few more crayons so you don’t listen to him. you put them in the case and neatly place them back on the counter where they belong. you turn to smile at him “if you’re hungry there is some dinner for you in the fridge” he nods “thanks.”

that’s when you go to start collecting your things and putting them into the bag that you brought. “well you had a long day i should get out of your hair, have a good night andrew” you look up at him with a smile. “hey hold on a second” pope is pulling out his wallet from his back pocket looking for some cash to give you. “oh you really don’t need to pay me i had a blast today. i am happy to spend time with lena any time you need.” he’s still holding the money out to you. “andrew i really appreciate it but im not a babysitter think of me as a friend, you don’t pay friends to hang out with you” he huffs a defeated sigh and sticks the money back in his wallet. “fine but next time i get to come along on you and lena’s big fun day” you giggle at that. “i would really like that actually” with that you grab your keys and feel a bit bold so you stand on your tiptoes and kiss andrew on the cheek as you head out the door. “have a good night andrew.” he stands there a bit stunned. “yeah you too. thanks again” he watches you get in your car safe and drive away before he closes the door and blows a breath out of his cheeks. maybe lena and him can share a soulmate? at least he hopes they can.

[congratsloserr]

ik i just run a tumblr smut page BUT!!!

FUCK ICE, free palestine, free congo, FUCK trump, FUCK musk, no one is illegal on stolen land, and if u disagree, FUCK YOU TOO!!!

i’ve said this before but if u support that fuckass orange in office, idc if ur a silent follower or ur like is ur only form of interacting with me, just know, i don’t want it!!! and u are a terrible person!!! 😛

[congratsloserr]

1000% agree especially the end sentence

I don’t care what the directors, producers, production, or rudy HIMSELF said, jj dying was not in the original script therefore making his arc so rushed and lazy.

possibly unpopular opinion i love my boy Drew i love my boy Rafe but i HATE that he just feels like a replacement JJ in season 4 and 5. he's better than that and he deserved a proper arc. JJ deserved to not just be replaced.

rafe was a good antagonist and that was the interesting dynamic he brought to the show. seeing him chilling with the gang in BTS now fills me with frustration. even his costuming feels toned down to be safe and cute now rather than a villain. he's just one of the boys and that doesn't feel earned in the writing. sure we had a whole season of him not fighting with them but that was mostly cause they barely interacted, not because they actively built bridges. it feels like lazy writing.

i hope they at least have some teething problems and it's not just a time jump and they're all cool with him now. it sweeps everything he's done under the rug and i don't think JJ would've been fine with this. it feels like a damon salvatore rather than a prince zuko. it feels like drew is popular so they kept him around but they don't really know what to do with him anymore.

it feels so formulaic and disrespectful to Rudy if they just go here...have a new chaotic traumatised wildcard boy to fill the quota in the Pogues. it's feels like a messy lazy rushed redemption arc to try and keep viewers and skip ahead to what they wanted the hypothetical season 6 to be rather than putting the work in.

i know it's just a teen show and i should chill.

[congratsloserr]

jj needs someone to laugh at his fucking jokes, like why don’t the pogues laugh at him he’s so funny hehe

[congratsloserr]

YALLLL I LOVE THISSSSS!!!

can we get any headcannons on how rafe protects reader and how the group protects/help eachother?

yes ofc!!!

cw: violence, guns, parental abuse, mentions killing/murder

ways rafe protects maybank!sister!reader

he always makes sure his sleeping bag is in between her and the door. he watches to make sure she eats at every meal. one time she passed out during her watch shift with him because she hadn’t been eating enough and he got so upset with her over it. called her reckless and selfish but his emotions were coming from a place of fear. he teaches her how to shoot a gun properly. guns were always jj’s thing so she’s not as comfortable with them as her brother and rafe helps her. ever since she went missing for those 6 days, he doesn’t let her go out alone. he wants to be the one with her everytime she leaves camp but it doesn’t always work out that way so he makes her promise to check in every 30 minutes through the walkie talkies they have. reader gets cold easily and with no heat during the winters, it gets damn near miserable so once everyone is asleep, rafe normally gives reader his blanket and he just bundles up in his multiple jackets for the night. reader usually wakes up pissed that he would let himself freeze all night but rafe just rolls his eyes and tells her to get use to it.

ways the pogues help each other

it’s kind of an unspoken rule but the pogues can sense when one of them is getting tired/exhausted/depressed and they all step up to give that person a break. they all have their own traumas they’ve been through since the start of the apocalypse and with ward running around, anything can happen. they take care of each other, even rafe. emotionally and physically. reader knows how to patch wounds up so she becomes the pogues’ “doctor”. her knowledge is limited, it’s just stuff she learned throughout the years with luke. it took a minute for them to get use to rafe but when sarah comes crawling back to camp, dragging her injured brother beside her, they don’t have a choice but to take him in. they really get a system down pretty fast so they can survive. ward is hunting them down and they’re trying to get by so they all have their own area of expertise and it all flows together pretty well. they helped buried what was left of john b’s dad so he could have a place to visit him. even when they found out ward nearly killed rafe, the pogues promised rafe they would make ward pay. jj, rafe, cleo, reader, & john b are usually the ones going on runs. occasionally pope will go if he’s looking something specific but for the most part, he stays guarding the camp when everyone else is gone. the apocalypse honestly brings them closer together so they help each other in every way they can because if they don’t, no one survives.

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INTRODUCING TWD!OBX AU…

pairing: rafe x maybank!sister!reader

summary: the world as we knew it ended nine months ago. now the dead walk the earth and the living are barely scraping by. but for the maybank siblings? this wasn’t anything new. they were use to living with the bare minimum before the apocalypse started. being on high alert, having no power, no food, no water, was just another tuesday for them. so when shit hits the fan, the maybanks are ready. and they are not going down without a fight. especially when they find out luke is alive and helping ward cameron.

warnings: secret relationship, forbidden relationship, violence, swearing, parental abuse, drugs, murder, kidnapping, alcohol, pregnancy/miscarriages, weapons/knifes/guns literally anything that happens in the walking dead could happen here! it will be dark, it’s the apocalypse 🤷🏼‍♀️ pogues are 19/20, rafe is 22

figure 8… is a gated community with over 100 people. the walls are 12 feet high and guarded constantly. one way in, one way out. the community is led by ward cameron who has an army and an endless supply of weapons. figure 8 promises you food, housing, clothes, and has the only doctor left on the island. it’s paradise on earth.

rafe cameron who… use to admire and look up to his dad, wanting to be just like him. who was forced to get sober once the dead started walking. who nearly got torn apart by the walkers because his dad tripped him so he could get away. who makes the hard decisions when no one else in the group will. who swears he’s taking sarah and leaving the pogues once he gets wheezie back. who swears he doesn’t give a shit about the pogues but everytime maybank!sister!reader leaves camp he paces until she’s back. who tries not to glance at maybank!sister!reader but fails. who always makes sure his sleeping bag is close to maybank!sister!reader’s and sarah’s.

maybank!sister!reader who… grew up with luke maybank so every day felt like the end of the world. who puts herself first because her dad never did. who is strong and independent. who knows how to stitch wounds because of her dad. who use to laugh when jj did something reckless but now gets pissed off because the stakes are too high. who is best friends with cleo. who once got separated from the group for 6 days days because she was hunting a deer and ran into a herd of walkers so she had to take cover in a tree. who secretly likes when she catches rafe looking at her.

jj maybank who… is the oldest by 2 minutes and will never let maybank!sister!reader forget it. who protects his loved ones with everything he has. who was locked inside the hallway closet the day the apocalypse started because luke was tired of hearing his smart mouth. who fought his way out once he heard his sister screaming for help. who dragged his sister away from their house once it was overrun with walkers. who is always up for a challenge. who always volunteers himself to go out on dangerous runs so no one else has to. who goes fishing for the group every chance he gets so he can be close to the water again. who felt like a piece of him was missing when they couldn’t find maybank!sister!reader for those 6 days.

sarah cameron who… left her family a year before the outbreak happened to be with john b. who tried to go back to save wheezie but ended up leaving with rafe instead. who secretly is grateful for the apocalypse because it changed her relationship with rafe for the better. who nearly got kidnapped by her father when he used topper as a distraction. who tries to keep the spirits up around camp. who had a pregnancy scare and only told maybank!sister!reader.

kiara carrera who… had to watch as her dad was ripped to shreds and her mom screamed beside her. who took refuge on figure 8 with her mom for the first month but had to escape after seeing ward torture shoupe for going against his orders. who grows a little garden in the backyard of the pogues shack. who tries to keep the group calm and rational. who misses her mom but refuses to go back to figure 8.

pope heyward who… got separated from his parents while hiding out at the family store the first week of the dead walking. who doesn’t know if his parents made it out when the store got ambushed by ward cameron. who comes up with the rations and how to make supplies last. who drew a map of the town in an old notebook and crosses off every place that the pogues clear. who comes up with their watch schedule. who takes inventory of all their weapons and ammo. who always makes sure his watch shift matches cleo’s.

cleo anderson who… had just moved to outer banks weeks before the apocalypse happened. who met maybank!sister!reader by running into her at an urgent care. who loves scavenging for new supplies and hunting down their next meal. who is always looking for new knifes to try out on the walkers. who finally feels like she has a home. who smirks when rafe asks her where maybank!sister!reader went and why no one went with her. who finds her watch shift boring when she doesn’t have pope or maybank!sister!reader to entertain her.

john b routledge who… watched ward push his dad off a cliff into a herd of walkers 2 months into the apocalypse. who went completely catatonic for weeks afterwards until sarah almost getting kidnapped snapped him out of it. who organizes every run and leads them. who has been fixing the HMS pogue for months with no luck. who swears he’ll get revenge on ward cameron.

now accepting blurbs/headcanons/one shots/requests for this au!

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