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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.
| pretty girl ୨ৎ
rafe x fiancée!reader
a/n: this is short but i was finally feeling inspiration lol
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you stood in-front of your full length mirror, tugging furiously at your dress. you felt like it was clinging to you in all the wrong places and the straps kept twisting. you weren’t typically insecure but man, this dress was bringing up all the insecurities in the book.
you groan loudly, smacking your thighs in frustration.
“you okay?” rafe calls out. he was stood in-front of the bathroom sink, buttoning his shirt.
“i hate this fucking dress.” you snapped, still eyeing yourself in the mirror. rafe steps out of the bathroom, shirt half unbuttoned, his chest peeking through. at least he looked good, you thought to yourself. rafe eyed you up and down. he loved this dress on you.
“i think you look amaz-” “stop!” you cut him off. rafe throws his hands up in surrender and you go back to picking at the dress.
rafe watches you intently as you try to get the straps to stop twisting and falling off your shoulders. he smirks to himself and walks up behind you, hands resting upon your hips. you turn around and bury your face in chest, whining.
rafe brings his index finger underneath your chin, lifting your head up to face him. he plants a soft kiss to your lips. his other arm around your waist, pulling you in.
you pull away from the kiss, looking up at him, “can we just stay here so i don’t have to wear this stupid dress?” you pout.
“sweetheart, you know i’d love to, but your parents made us a nice dinner. the least we can do is show up.” he replied.
you groan, pushing him away. you turn around in the mirror, once again picking at your dress.
“can you stop making sense?” you whined. you felt annoying but there is nothing worse than not feeling confident in an outfit. you just wanted tonight to be perfect as it was your first time seeing your parents since being engaged. they wanted to cook you and rafe a nice dinner and spend time with their daughter and future son-in-law.
rafe gasped a bit with a chuckle and walks up behind you again. he starts adjusting your strap and pulling at the dress. you thought he would’ve messed it up more but suddenly the dress fit just right. he pushes your hair to the side for access to the other strap and begins tightening it ever so slightly. and it felt perfect.
you eye him through the mirror. “better?” he mumbles, gently letting the strap go. you nod with a smile. he places his hands on your triceps, planting a small, intimate kiss to your bare shoulder, “pretty girl.” he whispers, against your skin. your eyes flutter shut and you hum at the small but sweet gesture.
you loved him more than words could ever describe. he was your everything and you couldn’t wait to spend every day of your life with him.
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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 :)
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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"
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