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i fear i’ll never be able to get over curtain bangs rafe
That'd be my reaction to if I got to touch Drew Starkey 🔥🥵
stay here ✶ JJ Maybank
english isn’t my first lenguaje, I think emotional vulnerability, implied past hardship, soft angst, hurt/comfort.
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The old fan buzzed lazily in the corner, spinning just enough to move the hot summer air. Outside, the sky was a dark blue ink, the palm trees just shadows against the night. Inside, the heat still clung to the walls of the chateau like it didn’t know the day was over.
"You should sleep in the bed," you said for the third time, turning to look at him.
JJ was on the floor, lying on a beat-up old blanket that barely covered the wooden boards. He was using his backpack as a pillow, arms crossed behind his head like this was totally normal, like he wasn’t clearly suffering.
"And I already told you no," he replied with a half-smile, not even opening his eyes.
"JJ…" you sighed, sitting up on the mattress. "You're gonna wake up with your neck twisted and your back wrecked."
"I’ve slept in worse places, princess," he joked, cracking one eye open to glance at you.
You exhaled, frustrated. You were staying at the chateau because your family had gone out of town, and JJ insisted on keeping you company. The night had started lighthearted—card games, a little stolen beer from John B’s fridge—but when it came time to sleep, JJ had stubbornly refused to share the bed.
"I don’t want you to think I’m trying anything," he’d said quietly, eyes serious for once.
But now, watching him sprawled out awkwardly, his blond curls messy, his long legs bent at weird angles, something in your chest tugged a little.
"You’re gonna wake up cursing me tomorrow for letting you sleep down there," you tried again.
"You didn’t force me," he said with a tired little laugh.
You didn’t respond right away. The fan kept spinning. The heat pressed against your skin. JJ looked relaxed, but you knew him better than that. When he got really still and said “it’s fine,” it almost never was.
"JJ," you whispered. "Why won’t you just sleep up here? Just sleep. I promise I won’t hog the blankets or kick you."
He opened his eyes again and stared at you. That look he gave you… like he was searching for words and couldn’t find them. Like he had some invisible fear stuck in his throat he didn’t know how to name.
"Because I like you too much," he said suddenly. Not a whisper. A confession.
You froze. So did he.
JJ sat up, arms resting on his knees, eyes on the floor like he’d just dropped a bomb. Like he was bracing himself for whatever came next. But you didn’t say anything. You just scooted over on the mattress and patted the space beside you gently.
"Then come sleep here," you said softly. "If you like me… stay."
He looked up slowly, almost like he wasn’t sure he’d heard you right. And then, without saying a word, he got to his feet. He sat down on the bed first, awkward and hesitant, like he was still doubting himself. Then he laid down beside you, leaving a careful amount of space between you, lying stiff on his back, eyes fixed on the ceiling.
Minutes passed. Quiet. Just the fan, the distant sound of crickets, and the rapid beat of your heart.
Until you turned. And looked at him.
"You comfortable now?"
"Much more," he said, turning to face you.
In the darkness, his eyes glinted. He didn’t touch you. Not even a brush of skin. But the silence between you was charged, humming with something unspoken, something fragile and dangerous and beautiful.
"JJ…" you whispered, barely breathing. "I’ve had feelings for you, too. For a while."
He didn’t respond with words. He just inched closer, just enough for his forehead to rest gently against yours, his fingers slowly intertwining with yours under the covers.
"Then I’m gonna stay here every night you’ll let me," he murmured.
And for the first time in a long, long while, JJ Maybank slept soundly. With you.
No fear. No act. Just him. And you.
soft!rafe cameron x reader
summary: you obsessed with rafe’s hands
notes: just short rc fluff, btw this is my first ever work on tumblr so don’t be mad at me, and also english is not my native language so there might be some mistakes and i’ll be grateful if u tell me about it, enjoy reading :)
words count: 121
You was lying on the bed with rafe, when you just woke up, he was hugging you with one of his hands
"Rafey-" you whisper softly "I love your arms so much”
He chuckles at your words, but he was still softly smiling at you "So you like only my arms, and not me, huh, babe?" he asked still laughing at you
You moan quietly "Rafe, you know that i wasn't mean that"
His smile gets wider at your words "Of course i do, babe, i was just kidding"
You rolled your eyes at his words
"Oh, babe, don't be mad at me, you know i love you" he put soft kiss on your forehead
You murmur softly "I love you too, rafey"
being a kook moodboard
My Home (JJ Maybank x Reader)
(Day 7: After a bad night with his father JJ comes to reader to get patched up and soends the night as they cuddle watch his favorite Christmas movie!)
WordCount: 517
(Warnings!: mentions of abuse, mentions of abandonment, angst, fluff, takes place between 3 and 4? I guess.)
Holiday Masterlist ; Masterlist : Reqs info
It was around 10:30pm when the restaurant finally let her go home apparently all the kooks in town wanted to go out drinking after what she could guess was holiday shopping and some early gatherings. Which left her with the clean up before the owner finally let her go.
Tiredness weighed heavy on her shoulders as she pulled up the drive way to see a figure sitting on her porch. She didn't have to question who it was because she knew sooner or later he'd stop by.
She knew it was JJ he had to go home after John b mentioned he was busy but the Pouges knew it was just to go hangout with Sarah to give her a proper proposal and ring that tied into with the make shift rings they had made for each other and no it was no extravagant diamond ring but it decided them perfectly in the most simplest way.
"J." She said as she walked up to the porch. He got up from the stairs and brought her into a hug.
She pulled away checking him. "Let's go clean you up and we can watch a movie and sleep okay?"
He nodded his head equally exhausted as he let her walk him through her house to the bathroom. He sat on the toilet as she fixed him up after she gave him a new change of clothes, which was some of his that he kept here.
She changed before grabbing the remote as she put on the Christmas movie he liked the post as he changed. She went to the kitchen to get water for both of them before laying in bed.
JJ joined her not long after taking up the space next to her before pulling her into him. She grounded him and at points he grounded her as well.
Though she hated his father for what he does to his son. She loved nights like these.
Nobody else just them in the house that she was abandoned in after her abusive father left and her mother fled not long before but she didn't care. She had him and the pouges. Her real family but nothing more felt like home than in his arms.
She brushed her fingers through his hair knowing it comforts him as he drifted off to sleep his grip tightening as if he let go she wouldn't be here. She kissed his forehead before turning back to the movie her eyes eventually closed as she drifted off to sleep as what may have started off as a rough night turned around into a peaceful one as the movie played in the background of the two cuddled and nestled into bed.
Both coming from a broken home but found home in each other <3
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