i have really been giving my jj girls nothing! (including me) so here are some babydaddy!jj headcannons! a new "right in front of you" part will be out soon! just be patient w me 😔
babydaddy!jj… that started calling you “mama” when he knocked you up as a joke but has never stopped, even after having your baby.
babydaddy!jj… that, when you were pregnant, would never let you on your feet; if you decided to do anything yourself, well, that’s an hour of massages and “i know, baby, but let me do it.”
babydaddy!jj… that, when he first found out you were pregnant, was shaken up about it (because he was scared he was gonna be like his dad), but after not even two hours, was the most enthusiastic dad ever.
babydaddy!jj… that, even though you were both pogues and didn’t have any money, would work his ass off, taking double or triple shifts at the wreck for you and your baby. he even stayed out of trouble to avoid getting fired, just for you.
babydaddy!jj… that, when you had the at-home pregnancy (because who can afford the hospital bills?), was there the whole time. hand on you every second, praises falling from his mouth like prayers because you were having his child. hell, he could never push a baby out for the life of him, but here you were, doing it—his baby.
babydaddy!jj… that, when you had the at-home pregnancy, was all up in that water. he didn’t care what was in that water; he was gonna be in there with you and for you.
babydaddy!jj... that, would convince you to wear tight or revealing clothes while pregnant just so he could see that beautiful bump.
i have really been giving my jj girls nothing! (including me) so here are some babydaddy!jj headcannons! a new "right in front of you" part will be out soon! just be patient w me 😔
babydaddy!jj… that started calling you “mama” when he knocked you up as a joke but has never stopped, even after having your baby.
babydaddy!jj… that, when you were pregnant, would never let you on your feet; if you decided to do anything yourself, well, that’s an hour of massages and “i know, baby, but let me do it.”
babydaddy!jj… that, when he first found out you were pregnant, was shaken up about it (because he was scared he was gonna be like his dad), but after not even two hours, was the most enthusiastic dad ever.
babydaddy!jj… that, even though you were both pogues and didn’t have any money, would work his ass off, taking double or triple shifts at the wreck for you and your baby. he even stayed out of trouble to avoid getting fired, just for you.
babydaddy!jj… that, when you had the at-home pregnancy (because who can afford the hospital bills?), was there the whole time. hand on you every second, praises falling from his mouth like prayers because you were having his child. hell, he could never push a baby out for the life of him, but here you were, doing it—his baby.
babydaddy!jj… that, when you had the at-home pregnancy, was all up in that water. he didn’t care what was in that water; he was gonna be in there with you and for you.
babydaddy!jj... that, would convince you to wear tight or revealing clothes while pregnant just so he could see that beautiful bump.
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based on this ask! hope this is what you wanted ml!
im making a rafe cameron taglist because a lot of people seemed to like soft rafe hours. tell me If you want to be added! (thank you SO much for the love on soft rafe hours! it was my first time writing a blurb or whatever you wanna call it so I didn't know whether you would like it or not. thank you!!)
summary: after a jealous argument at a bonfire party, rafe turns to gifts instead of words, hoping to mend what he broke. but you’re not looking for pretty things—you want honesty, vulnerability, and the apology he’s never been taught how to give.
more under the cut!
you and rafe found yourselves at a cozy bonfire party, a gathering he had personally invited you to. the night was vibrant, filled with laughter, the warm glow of the fire casting a soft light on smiling faces. the air was thick with the scent of charred marshmallows and the distant sound of music. at one moment, rafe left to go get drinks, and in the blink of an eye, he spotted you talking with a guy he didn't recognise. whether it was a shared laugh or a fleeting touch that lingered just a moment too long, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease. rafe wasn't typically known for his jealousy, but when it came to you, it felt almost like second nature.
as the night wore on, the atmosphere shifted, filled with the tension of unspoken words and lingering glances. rafe's mind raced with thoughts that turned into sharp comments like "are we really doing this again?", "that didn’t seem like a friend to me," and "are you serious?" you responded to his questions with silence, and he retreated to the couch, leaving a rift that hung in the air.
the next morning, you woke up to find a small, neatly wrapped box resting on your bedside table—a delicate bracelet peeked through the folds of the tissue paper. was this his attempt at an apology? the thought made your chest tighten. with the bracelet in hand, you strode into the living room, where rafe sat, his gaze focused on the news, the familiar look of calm on his face.
"what is this?" you asked, holding the bracelet out towards him.
"a gift," he replied, his voice low and seemingly unbothered, yet the tension was palpable.
"a gift for what?" you pressed, a mix of anticipation and frustration coursing through you.
"because of last night," he mumbled, shifting slightly.
“an apology?” you scoffed, disbelief dripping from your words. “this isn’t good enough.”
for a fleeting moment, he paused, contemplation weighing heavily in his silence. words? he couldn't.
"baby, you know I can't—"
you cut him off, sensing his vulnerability. "you can… and you will," you asserted, your voice unwavering. "no matter how long it takes."
so, you waited. each morning brought a new gift—a pair of glimmering earrings, a stylish dress, or stunning new heels—all beautiful, yet lacking the sincerity you craved. you held your ground, refusing to accept material gestures as substitutes for genuine emotion.
then one morning, the cycle stopped. you stirred from sleep to find rafe beside you, his arms fiercely wrapped around your waist, as if you were the only anchor in a turbulent sea. the intimacy of the moment was tempting—part of you wanted to sink back into the comfort of slumber and let him rest undisturbed. but this wasn’t truly an apology.
with gentle movement, you shifted, waking him up.
“hey, baby,” he murmured, that familiar lopsided smirk surfacing on his lips.
“are you going to apologise now?” you asked, your tone edged with curiosity. what was so difficult about saying the words?
“i already did,” he replied softly.
“the gifts and… this,” you breathed, gesturing to him still holding you close, “aren’t an apology!”
though he kept his arms around you, a frown creased his brow. “i didn’t know how else to show you.”
“then say it! don’t buy anything. don’t wrap it up in a little box and leave it on my pillow, rafe. i don’t want things; i want you. i want to hear you say it out loud.”
he searched your eyes, as if the words lodged in his throat were somehow foreign, a language he had never mastered. rafe had never had to learn the nuances of real apologies—not from his father, and certainly not from anyone else.
“i was…” he began, pausing as if the admission caused him physical pain. “i was scared. scared of losing you, scared of looking foolish, scared of being… replaceable.”
“so, you picked a fight with me instead?” you questioned, frowning.
“yeah,” he admitted, his voice cracking ever so slightly. “because if i say i’m jealous, you’ll think i don’t trust you. if i say i’m scared, you’ll think i’m weak. so i bought gifts, believing that would somehow fix things. i give, hoping it will cover the mess i made.”
you took in his words, feeling a mixture of understanding and sympathy. he was finally here—fully present without the facade of charm or humor.
“rafe cameron,” you said softly, “you’re allowed to be scared. but you don’t get to punish me for it.”
his eyes softened. “i know.”
“then say it.”
he swallowed hard, and after what felt like an eternity, he finally managed to voice it: “i’m sorry. for picking a fight when i should’ve just told you how i felt. for ruining the night. for hurting you.”
you nodded—not out of triumph, but because you recognized the struggle it took for him to get those words out. “thank you.” leaning in, you pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, and he exhaled as if he had been holding his breath for days.
“and i’m still keeping the dress,” you added, a teasing tone creeping into your voice.
“that’s fair,” he replied, his arms tightening around you as if to solidify the moment. “it looked even better on you than i imagined.”
Hey love could I request soft rafe after an argument? Maybe he gets her tons of gifts but reader and him both know he’s going to have to apologize with his words and not just money?
bsf!jj x chronicallyonline/sweetheart!pogue!reader, sarah x john b, cleo x pope (past relationships: rafe x pogue!reader)
warnings: use of y/n
summary: y/n, who grew up with the Pogues, had a secret summer fling with Rafe Cameron last year that only the Pogues knew about, leading to lingering tension. While life in the group carries on as usual—especially with everyone still holding a grudge against Rafe—things start to shift when y/n and JJ grow unexpectedly close. Everyone notices the growing connection between them… except y/n.
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lowkey thinking of starting an either nerd!reader/socialanxiety!reader x sporty!rafe or a sporty!reader x sporty!rafe au or smau (could also do this with zach maclaren ahh!!) ik most of you guys only follow me for jj maybank but.... anyways I might do a poll (a jj option will be included!)
the only thing is that if i start a new au then ill be juggling three series (including texts w bf!jj)
warnings: barely proofread, use of y/n once, really soft and mushy!
this is my first time actually writing anything fan fic related so idk if this is good or not.. sorry in advance for the people that follow me because of jj or "right in front of you" but when I made this blog I was in my jj phase and now I'm in my rafe one, so sorry! hope you like it !!
the title is so cringy help me
summary: nobody ever saw rafe like this—so soft. well, except for you, especially during soft rafe hours: at night after a long day, when you’re asleep, when he first wakes up, when you’re sick or hurt, after an argument, on rainy days, and even sometimes in bed. you loved this side of him, even if he only showed it to you. people see him as the confident, smug rafe cameron, but one phone call reveals just how different he truly is.
more under the cut!
after tossing and turning the entire night, slumber is finally taking over your eyelids. just as they start to close… ping! you could've sworn you left your phone on silent? after groaning about it and wondering who it could be, it clicks.
ping! it's rafe. this has become a familiar trend now, him not being able to sleep so he texts and texts until you reply.
ping! until you two call.
ping! you consider just ignoring it, ping! but how could you? it's rafe. plus, if you even tried to ignore him, he would come over and break the door down if he had to.
ping! you eventually open your phone, your eyes closing instinctively at the blinding brightness, six texts from rafe.
rafey:
2:14am
hey baby
you up?
i miss you
rafey:
2:32am
baby?
are u up?
y/n?
you saw him yesterday. you’re not sure what’s going on, but you suspect it has something to do with ward, given his clingy behavior.
2:35am
hey rafey
rafey:
did i wake you?
sorry baby
you lie. you don't want to make him feel bad.
no no dw baby i was watching something
rafey:
oh okay
can we call?
couldnt sleep without you
i miss you
five seconds later, you call him. “hey baby,” you hear his quiet, soft, yet raspy sleepy voice first.
“hi,” you reply tiredly.
“i missed you,” he says, and you can practically hear the radiant smile in his voice.
“how was your day?” you just had a blissfully lazy day today, some shopping on the side.
“good, i went shopping and saw that whiskey you like on the shelf, reminded me of you,” you grin over the phone.
“mm, good,” you hear him mumble out. “just missed your voice,” he continues. “couldn’t sleep without hearing you first, baby.” that’s cute.
“awh, i love you, baby,” you reply, your tired but don’t want to stay silent; you know he needs this.
“i missed you today,” rafe murmured after a beat, his voice rougher now, more raw. “whole day just felt wrong without you in it.” your chest tightened slightly, in the best way as a blush crept onto your cheeks. he said stuff like this all the time; you don’t think you would ever get over it.
“you make everything better, without even trying,” he pauses, taking in a soft breath. “like… just existing.” you didn’t know what to say, so you settled for a soft, “i missed you too, rafey.”
rafe hummed on the other side of the line, clearly content with that answer. the call goes silent for a minute, the only sound both of your soft breaths that blended together.
“don’t hang up,” he mumbled, his voice hard to get the point across but softened immensely. “jus’… stay, okay?” he whispered, and you agreed with a soft hum.
there was another long pause, and then, so quiet you could’ve thought you imagined it, a little, “love you so much, baby,” slipped past rafe’s lips. you held a chuckle in before responding, “i love you too, rafey, goodnight.” but by the time you said that, rafe was fast asleep, his breath slowing down as the gentle trance of sleep pulled him in.
as you lay there, wrapped in the warmth of his soothing voice, you felt your own eyelids grow heavy, surrendering to a peaceful slumber where everything felt right.
bsf!jj x chronicallyonline/sweetheart!pogue!reader, sarah x john b, cleo x pope (past relationships: rafe x pogue!reader)
warnings: none??
summary: y/n, who grew up with the Pogues, had a secret summer fling with Rafe Cameron last year that only the Pogues knew about, leading to lingering tension. While life in the group carries on as usual—especially with everyone still holding a grudge against Rafe—things start to shift when y/n and JJ grow unexpectedly close. Everyone notices the growing connection between them… except y/n.
warnings: fluff, swearing, allusions to sex (??), choke mention
tell me if you want to be added to a jj maybank taglist! (I just tagged everyone that's in the "right in front of you" taglist, lmk if you want to be removed!)
something small for you guys im really busy rn (so sorry for not posting “right in front of you”!!)
hey guys!! sorry i haven't posted since like the start of april, I've been really busy with revision, and I'm traveling to Canada soon, so I need to get stuff done. i might not post for the whole of april since I'm going to Canada for family, but ill try the best I can! thank you guys for all the love on the "right in front of you" series 🫶 ill try to get more parts out!
bsf!jj x chronicallyonline/sweetheart!pogue!reader, sarah x john b, cleo x pope (past relationships: rafe x pogue!reader)
summary: y/n, who grew up with the Pogues, had a secret summer fling with Rafe Cameron last year that only the Pogues knew about, leading to lingering tension. While life in the group carries on as usual—especially with everyone still holding a grudge against Rafe—things start to shift when y/n and JJ grow unexpectedly close. Everyone notices the growing connection between them… except y/n.
the next day
i just KNOW that jj was fighting the urge to say "without me?" when y/n said she was going in the shower (in a funny way guys 😭)
bsf!jj x chronicallyonline/sweetheart!pogue!reader, sarah x john b, cleo x pope (past relationships: rafe x pogue!reader)
summary: y/n, who grew up with the Pogues, had a secret summer fling with Rafe Cameron last year that only the Pogues knew about, leading to lingering tension. While life in the group carries on as usual—especially with everyone still holding a grudge against Rafe—things start to shift when y/n and JJ grow unexpectedly close. Everyone notices the growing connection between them… except y/n.
bsf!jj x chronicallyonline/sweetheart!pogue!reader, sarah x john b, cleo x pope (past relationships: rafe x pogue!reader)
summary: y/n, who grew up with the Pogues, had a secret summer fling with Rafe Cameron last year that only the Pogues knew about, leading to lingering tension. While life in the group carries on as usual—especially with everyone still holding a grudge against Rafe—things start to shift when y/n and JJ grow unexpectedly close. Everyone notices the growing connection between them… except y/n.