Your head ached and pounded as your eyes slowly opened, nothing but bright sunlight filling the living room of Tannyhill.
If you could even call it a living room at this point, given that the space was currently unlivable.
Red solo cups littered the floor, surrounding the legs of the furniture that remained askew from the previous night. Empty bottles, cans, random pieces of food that got left behind, and the sad, half-empty trash bags were now the main attraction of the once clean, neatly decorated room.
You shifted some weight to your forearm in order to lift your head up, spotting a sleeping Rafe on the other sofa.
The original plan was to take a nap, and then wake up to finish the rest of the post-party cleaning the house so desperately needed.
The Camerons had housekeepers, sure, but while Ward and Rose were away on business, Rafe made sure to take charge and give them the week off. Besides, if they saw this mess, there’s no way they wouldn’t give an honest report to Ward once he returned.
“Rafe.” You groaned, tossing a nearby throw pillow onto him. “Wake up.”
“Hm?” He hummed sleepily.
“Wake. Up.” You repeated, tossing two more throw pillows for emphasis.
“Okay, okay. You can stop with the pillows now.” Rafe grumbled, eyes now opening, but quickly squinting because of the harsh light. “Shit.” He hissed. “I think we- uh, overslept.”
“You think?”
“We needed the sleep, though. From what I remember, the party was insane.”
You rolled your eyes, hands massaging your temples gently. “Never again.”
“Always again. It was so worth it.”
“It was so not! Because now the real horror begins: the hangover. Ugh. I hope you’re just as miserable as I am right now.”
“Nah. Hangovers aren’t my thing, babe.” Rafe quipped. “But my life’s about to be miserable if this house isn’t spotless by tonight.”
“So much for our 2 hour nap.”
Rafe sighed. “Take a nap break, they said. It will be alright, they said.”
“Rafe, you said that! And that’s not even the saying.”
“I can’t believe Top and Kelce bailed on us.” Rafe grumbled, tossing cups from the coffee table into a nearby trash bag. “They had enough energy to party all night long though!”
“I’m pretty sure they hauled a few trash bags out of here last night. But on the bright side, the worst of the mess is already gone!”
Rafe paused, shooting you an unamused glare. He’s not a morning person as it is.
“Eat up, losers!” Wheezie suddenly shouts, entering the room with several bags of food. “We have way too many treats leftover from the bake sale, so I need someone to eat all this food before the PTA moms realize we actually didn’t sell out.”
“Wheezie,” Rafe began softly. “Lower your voice. Please.”
“So much for hangovers not being your ‘thing’, hm?” You teased your boyfriend.
He smiled sarcastically, returning his attention back to his sister. “Weren’t you supposed to be sleeping over at Stacey’s? When did you get back?”
“I walked all the way here to avoid her mom. She couldn’t see me with all these bags.” Wheezie explained, offering a quick chuckle at her own slyness. “But it’s past noon now. The sleepover ended hours ago.”
Rafe sat down again, tearing open one of the paper bags and taking a huge bite out of a jelly donut. He hummed in satisfaction, gaining your attention as you sat beside him and tore the bag from his grip, eating a donut of your own.
“I see you two had an… eventful night.” Wheezie observed, looking around the room and cringing at the mess, but not surprised. She knew the kinds of parties her brother threw, and she knew that the aftermath was Rafe’s main reason for needing her to keep quiet about it. Though it looked like twin tornadoes blew through the place.
“First party of the fall.” Rafe confirmed. “I say it was a success.”
Wheezie laughed in disbelief. “And some success it was!” She examined the room, stopping at Rose’s antique lamps that were no longer lamps, but piles of shattered glass on the floor. “How’re you gonna explain this one?” She queried, holding up the lampshade, it’s ivory color stained with some kind of alcohol.
“No!” Rafe gasped. “The lamps? How is Rose ever going to live!”
You swatted his bicep playfully, even though you cracked a smile at his sarcasm. “Not funny. She loves those lamps more than anything.”
“Surely more than us.” Wheezie blunted. “Oh well! Have fun with this.” The brunette shoved the handle of the feather duster in the free hand of her brother, as his other hand held his second donut of the morning. Or technically, the afternoon.
“You’re not gonna help?”
Wheezie scoffed. “Please, my silence and denial that I ever saw any of this— is more than enough. And I gave you guys food! I hope you learn your lesson, and some gratitude during your cleaning spree, Rafe. You need it.”
And with that she was off, leaving you two on the sofa with bags and bags of leftover bake sale goods. In hindsight, it was a good thing the fall bake sale landed on the same weekend Rafe decided to throw a huge party.
“So, what are we gonna do about the lamps?”
“Nothing.” Rafe mumbled, mouth full of a powdered donut.
“What’s the excuse gonna be?”
“I don’t know… we’ll say someone broke in or something.”
“Yes, Rose. Someone broke into the house, smashed your lamps to pieces, and left.” You reiterated so he could hear it, nothing short of sarcastic. “She’ll totally go for that.”
“The burglar did us all a favor. Those lamps were ugly as shit anyways.” Rafe acknowledged. “And, it’ll give her an excuse to shop. You watch, she’ll forget about those things by next week.”
“If you say so.”
“I know so. Trust me on this one, baby.”
The first bag you both were eating out of was now empty, and as you sat back on the sofa and made eye contact you couldn’t help but smile.
“What’s so funny?” Rafe asked.
“Nothing. It’s just hard to take you seriously with powdered sugar all over your lips.”
Rafe cocked an eyebrow, smirking. “Why? You want some?”
He gave you no time to answer before his lips were on yours, his hands avoiding you because of his sticky fingers.
“Well, now that you mention it…” You smirked, kissing him again.
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One minute it seemed you were dancing in the warm glow of the fire, and the next, someone was trying to break up a scuffle between you and a brunette you were slightly familiar with.
The point was that she wanted to be with John B, but John B didn’t necessarily want to be with her. So in defense of your best friend, you tried to calm down the interaction between her and Sarah Cameron, only facing the receiving end of her yelling and unsuccessful attempts at doing any damage.
With more people jumping in, more people ended up getting into their own disputes and drunken fights each for whatever ridiculous reasons.
But to see Topper extending his arm to help you off the ground, you didn’t care about what else was going on. As long as you could get the hell out of there. And soon.
“Y/n.” Topper urged. “You alright?”
You finally regained your footing and dusted off your jeans, locking eyes with the worried ones of Topper. And before you could answer, you both couldn’t help but watch the brawl(s) going on around you.
“Who’s side are you on, Topper? You do realize she’s a fucking pogue, right?” A guy called out behind Topper.
With a clenched jaw he looked over his shoulder, glaring at the other kook. You followed his line of sight and quickly rested your hands to his chest.
“Forget that, it’s okay. Let’s just get the hell out of here.”
Topper nodded, an arm circling your waist as you both headed to his Jeep. Departing from what once was the annual Outer Banks bonfire turned into another stupid pogues vs. kooks battle.
“No it’s not.” He muttered, punctuating his statement with the shutting of his car door. But you were still able to hear him, especially now that you were away from all of the noise.
“What’s not?”
“You said it’s okay.” He reminded you, the engine humming once Topper turned the key. “And it’s not.”
“I guess that’s just a part of being a pogue, y’know? It’s kinda like the mini bags of peanuts you get on airplanes. They come with the flight. Or the bread baskets at restaurants. It’s all complimentary.”
Your attempt at a joke to lighten the mood clearly was not going over too well, judging by Topper’s silence pretty much the whole way to your house.
You and Topper had been friends for almost a year. The more he grew up and realized there was a different side of the island he knew basically nothing about— other than what he was told by his parents— the more he disregarded it, fully wanting to make his own judgments.
And upon meeting you one day, working the register of one of his favorite clothing stores, he wasn’t scared off from your blossoming friendship when you’d told him you weren’t from Figure 8.
“So… great bonfire, huh?” You quipped sarcastically once you were plopping down on your couch, Topper following suit.
“Yeah. Went off without a hitch.”
“Maybe next year.” You sighed.
“Are you okay, though? You’re not hurt anywhere are you?”
“No, no. The other girl got it way worse than I did.”
At that, Topper cracked a bit of a smile, which was enough for you at this point. He’d been unusually quiet.
“Y’know, I really appreciate you being there tonight. You didn’t have to help me but you just keep proving yourself, Thornton.”
“Don’t mention it. I had to make sure you got home safe.” Topper acknowledged, just before taking your hand in his and interlacing your fingers together. “And whatever that guy said… he knows nothing. You’re an amazing person with a beautiful heart, and to be honest, they don’t even deserve to know you like I do.”
You smiled, nearly having to avoid his eyes to not absolutely swoon at his reassurance. “Thanks, Topper. You’re a good friend.”
As your last sentence rolled off your tongue, you could feel Topper tense up beside you, though he relaxed just as quickly.
“Anytime.” He smiled almost forcefully, eyes flickering to the clock. “It’s getting late. I should go.”
He got up rather hastily to make an exit through the front door, but before could, you took his hand in yours to stop him again. “Wait.”
Topper remained silent, but turned around with a sigh to face you.
“What was that?”
“What was what?”
“You know what I’m talking about, Top. Just now when we were talking, and then all of a sudden things felt… tense.”
Topper shrugged. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Y/n.”
“I just want to know why you’re leaving in such a rush like this. Please, just give me some kind of explanation.”
“I can’t guarantee you’ll like it.” Topper blunted. “But that’s what friends are for right? Honesty?”
You gestured for him to continue.
“It’s probably my fault, too, since I haven’t spelled it out. But has it never occurred to you that maybe I don’t wanna be your ‘friend’?”
Your mouth hung open as things were starting to click. Things were starting to make more sense now. You never once anticipated for Topper to see you as anything other than a friend.
“I- uhm…”
By your expression of mild shock mixed with confusion, Topper was going to accept that as rejection.
“It’s okay, Y/n. You don’t have to say it.”
“Say what?”
“Say that you don’t feel the same way.”
Moments of silents passed by as you both stood still, Topper reaching for the doorknob once he felt like this had been enough.
“Goodnight, Y/n.”
His exit out the door made you unfreeze your movements, filled with an urge to follow him right back out there.
“But what if I do feel the same?”
He stopped in his tracks, but he didn’t need to turn to face you. This time, you were already ahead and moving to stand in front of him.
“Then what?” You asked.
“You don’t have to pretend, Y/n. I’ll be okay.”
You shook your head at his words in disapproval, though an anxious smile crept it’s way onto your face.
“I’m not pretending. The only pretending we ever did was pretending like this isn’t real. Because let’s face it, we come from two different sides of the island and there’s ignorant assholes everywhere like that guy tonight who hates seeing us be happy together. But this shouldn’t be about anyone else. This is about us.”
“You mean that?” Topper uttered hopefully, looking into your eyes for reassurance.
“With my whole, beautiful heart.” You promised. You and Topper wore matching smiles as you moved closer, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Your words, not mine.”
He met your lips halfway in a sweet kiss, one hand finding home in your hair while the other one rested gently on your hip.
“And I don’t wanna be your friend either, Thornton.” You told him as you broke away.
He kissed you one more time before pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, beaming.
“Well… you should’ve just led with that.”
a/n: the next oliveween blurb will be for pope. it’s already written, just needs editing so that might be up later today!
hey babe uhm if i could get "A gets sick on Halloween, but forces themselves to stay in the spirit anyway. B makes A rest and take it easy, and brings a little bit of Halloween to them" with pope plsss
･｡˚☾ sick ☽˚｡･
pairing: pope heyward x reader
word count: 0.6k
a/n: wrote this last week when i was sick af and wishing i had pope heyward to comfort me
As you kissed the summer weather goodbye and welcomed the fall weather in, flu season was bound to take its course. And apparently, it was bound to strike you as one of its victims.
After running a fever for the last three days, you’d been trying just about everything to make sure you were going to be in good shape for Halloween. And a Halloween with the pogues no less. The Halloweens you had spent with them in previous years were always ones to remember.
But this year, your only memory of Halloween would be a sore throat, aches and pains, chills and sweats, and all the nasty, artificially flavored medicine money could buy.
Or maybe not, you thought as the sound of your front door opening and closing could be heard from where you were snuggled up in your bedroom. Someone could also be successfully breaking in with a motive to put you out of your misery at this very moment.
“Y/n?” Pope hollered wearily, hoping he wasn’t disturbing your sleep. Of course it would be your thoughtful boyfriend, skipping out on a night of adventures with his friends to make sure you were holding up okay.
“In here.” You groaned, voice hoarse as you hadn’t spoken in hours.
“Hi, honey. I know you told me to have fun but I- oh.” Pope paused suddenly upon the sight of you.
Because let’s face it, this wasn’t your hottest moment. Half of your blankets were on the floor, having to throw them on & off in an effort to keep yourself somewhat comfortable. Tissues littered your nightstand. The room reeked of cough syrup. It hadn’t been the best few days.
“You don’t look so good.”
“Thanks.” You half-smiled as Pope shook his head. You both knew he was just concerned, and didn’t mean it in the way that your sarcastic sense of humor wanted to receive it as.
Before you knew it, his hand was on your forehead to gauge your temperature, frowning in dissatisfaction at feeling your fever had stuck around. “When was the last time you took any medicine?”
“Don’t remember.” You mumbled, eyelids so heavy you could hardly keep them open. “I did take some cough syrup, though. So at least the cough’s gone.”
“Have you at least eaten?”
“Some crackers.”
Pope sighed. “That’s not enough. Your body is trying to fight an infection, babe. I told you I should be here to take care of you.”
“But it’s Halloween! You need to be having fun for the both of us. It’s not fair that you have to stay in just because of me.”
“I’m willing to make the sacrifice.” Pope cheesed, pecking your forehead quickly. ”Good thing I brought you something!”
“What is it?”
“Remember those spooky Happy Meals we’d get as kids?”
With a gasp, your eyes popped open to see two Happy Meals sitting on your bedside tray. “You didn’t!”
“A 6 piece McNugget Happy Meal just for you, baby. Your favorite sauce is in there, too. Just how you like it.”
Pope sat beside you on the edge of your bed, both of you opening the boxes as you dug around for the Halloween themed toy.
You popped a fry into your mouth just as fast, humming in satisfaction at the taste of something other than medicine or plain soup.
“You’re the best, Pope. Who needs a fun Halloween when I have the best doctor ever to nurse me back to health.” You complimented, resting your head on his shoulder.
“So I’m assuming you’d be up for ‘It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown’, too?”
“Of course I am! The question is are you? I mean, it’s probably boring for you when you know you could be at some fun Halloween party right now.”
Pope chuckled softly, slinging an arm around your shoulders and kissing your temple. “Please, it’s no fun without you anyway.”
a/n: i’m !! so !! sorry i haven’t been posting. i’m definitely writing way slower due to lack of inspo so thank you guys for being so patient <3
in honor of fall & halloween, i’ll be opening requests for this little celebration! since one of my nicknames is olive, i thought this would be cute. i’ve really been lacking writing inspiration & i almost considered not going through with this at all, but here we are!
rules/info
~ requests will be open for the obx characters only. [john b, jj, pope, kiara, sarah, rafe, topper, kelce, and barry]
~ you are welcome to request an idea that isn’t on any of the prompt lists! all i ask is that they are still fall/halloween themed
~ please be patient with me! i appreciate every single request and i will do my best to complete it <3
~ requests are now closed, but i’m still in the process of writing requests!
list a 🎃
list b 🍁
list c 🧶
tagging some peeps who may be interested in requesting: @pogueslandia @msgorillagripcoochie @mildkleptomaniac @mrs-cameron @maybanksslut @alanniys @sunnymaybank @henqtic @amourslover @vintageobx @destourtereaux @starrycigarettes @annab-nana @baby-bearie @planetgar @poguesarah @pogueprincesa @cherryobx @mentalpolaroids @sunflowerbecca @hollandsvogue @mvybanks @softlikesilkchiffon @maybankarchives @cowboywrites @perpetualoverthinker @nocturnalwildflower @x-lulu
~ my first prompt list! please like/reblog if you use.
A pranking B to run into the fake spiderweb they set up
A comforting B through a nightmare; caused by the scary Halloween movies they watched earlier
A and B going through a haunted house together; A teasing B for screaming unnecessarily
A and B don’t get along, but show up to a halloween party wearing matching/corresponding costumes
A loves halloween, but finds out their significant other, B, isn’t a fan
A gets sick on Halloween, but forces themselves to stay in the spirit anyway. B makes A rest and take it easy, and brings a little bit of Halloween to them
A talks a big game about their costume, only to show up with a sheet over their body as a ghost
A and B staying in on Halloween, deciding to hand out candy to trick-or-treaters
A & B argue about which candy assortment they should use
A handing out handfuls of candy to the costumes they like best, as B reminds them they shouldn’t be playing favorites
A and B are neighbors, competing about who’s Halloween decorations are better
A and B baking Halloween themed treats but it goes wrong, so they have to run to the store and buy some
The store is sold out of Halloween treats, so A and B have to work together to bake some
A’s plans to coordinate costumes w/ someone fall through, leaving B to come to the rescue and offer to replace them last minute
A notices B’s porch light off, but their bedroom light on, so A knocks on the door anyway to pull them out of boredom to persuade B to come join the fun
A is afraid to get the Halloween decorations out of the attic or garage, fearing there’s bugs, which leaves B to do it
A & B go trick-or-treating despite being ‘too old’ for the tradition
A is too shy to ask B out on their own. While in costume, they flirt with B and it leaves them to wonder who A is behind their Halloween mask
A buys a crappy sound machine and plants it in a house. While it plays ghost noises and spooky sounds, A hopes they can convince B the place is haunted
The power goes out on Halloween, leaving A & B to find their way to each other in the dark
A refuses to kiss B while they’re in their costume, who also happens to have fake blood all over their face
A’s costume is so well done that B doesn’t recognize them. A doesn’t push it, but instead plays along to see how long it takes B to realize it’s them.
A gets separated from B in a haunted corn maze, leaving B to look all over for A and become worried that they’re alone and scared
A encourages B to read a horror/Halloween themed novel with them, but B prefers watching the movie version instead
A begs B to come explore an old house that they believe is haunted. B is hesitant, especially after hearing the scary tales A knows so much about
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