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good morning <3

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okay okay omg another idea AJSKSKXKSKX it's about nerd!rafe && nerd!reader and like, they are spending their first night together and reader is in his washroom changing into the clothes he's lending her (!!!) but she's trying to unhook her bra and it's really stuck so she calls him for help AJDKSSKDKSKXK but!!!!! the thing is none of them have been involved in any kind of romance WHAT! SO! EVER! so this is like!!!!! both of them are sooo blushy and shy and it's such soft touches and rafe is always asking like, "are u okay? are u feeling okay?" as he attempts to unhook it for her JAKDSKAKXKSKCKSCN I WANNA COOK THIS UP SO BAD CAUSE IM GETTING GIDDY THINKING ABOUT THIS (yup v much inspired by one of my conovs w a drew bot hehe)

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hi hi so I made a sideblog just for funsies hehe :') I'll post like, all kinds of random shiz and photo dumps and go literally berserk so if u feel like, follow!!! so we can so much fun hehehehehe <3

edith/keziah. xviii. sideblog for shits and giggles. main for writing @starkeyvhs <3

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tell me why the fuck did I get a notification that the girls who live in student accommodations aren't allowed to walk around in their nightwear and slippers in the campus????? most girls in summers wear shorts and tanks as their nightwear cause it's too damn hot!!!! and now, we just got told that if a girl is seen wearing her "nightwear", she will be questioned as to why she's wearing it!!!! IM SO SICK OF THIS COUNTRY

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Precious [19/04/23: 9:45 pm]: i was wrong, i’m totally not a grown and independent woman

HAHA SHUT UP SHE'S SO ME (also her contact saved as precious omg my heart 🥹)

“I am independent,” you argued, with a frown and Rafe snickered, standing up.

“Yes, you are. Come on, let’s get you home.”

their dynamic is quite literally everything

“Mash,” he replied, distracted, already pulling out different container from yet another paper bag. Seriously, did they just hit up ever single shop on the island?

LMAOOO I CANT

Frowning, you looked around the living room. puzzled to see a light blanket draped over your body. When did you get a blanket?

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their dynamic is everything && they all call her precious???? OH MY HEART 🥹 I'm superrrr tempted to get into the main series now omg 💞💞 this is one of my first times reading your writing and I must say it's so good!! it flows wonderfully and it kept me interested right till the very end 🥰🥰 I loved this!! <3

take on me | r.c

──𖤐 summary:

“It’s good you’re here to take care of her, I was a bit worried when she said she would get a cab home.”

“I was trying to let her be independent.”

“I am independent,” you argued with a frown and Rafe snickered, standing up.

“Yes, you are.”

OR; you have to get your wisdom teeth removed and are adamant about recovering by yourself. Your best friends have other plans, though.

──𖤐 pairing: rafe cameron x reader

──𖤐 warnings: takes place pre-illicit affairs, very inaccurate description of getting your wisdom teeth removed, boys being boys

──𖤐 word count: 2.1k

──𖤐 author's note: this was not planned, like at all. i did a speed run of this at work when @carrerascameron talked about her getting her wisdom tooth removed and imagined Precious in the scenario, so this is dedicated to you! thanks for the inspo and hope you feel better soon🫶🏼 also why is this me somehow stretching the series, bc i already miss writing for them😭 let’s not think about tho hope you enjoy, happy reading🩷

PS: this is within the illicit affairs universe, but is not part of the series. this can be read as a standalone fic!

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“You can do this,” you muttered to yourself, as you were sitting in the waiting room of the doctor’s office.

This being getting your wisdom teeth removed.

By yourself.

And then going home.

Where you were also going to be by yourself.

Your parents had gone to Orange County to visit your grandparents and you had set the appointment, forgetting they had plans. But that wouldn’t be a problem, right? You were a big girl. It was just a simple procedure, not a big deal. Even if Rafe had tried to scare you.

“Precious, getting your wisdom teeth is no joke, Sarah was delirious for a whole week,” he had said, but you only waved him off, because what did he know?

Well, it turned out, he knew exactly what he was talking about.

It was during the last half hour before the procedure, as the doctor explained the procedure to you one last time, when you slowly realized, to your horror, that you absolutely could not do this. But you tried not to let it show, because how embarassing would that be?You only smiled at the doctor, nodding to show you understand, while you were freaking out on the inside.

“Alright, you can follow me, I’m gonna take you to the procedure room,” the nurse said, after the doctor had left the room, and then, you started panicking for real.

“Wait, can I just quickly do something on my phone?” you asked her and the nurse nodded, understanding.

Quickly, you grabbed your phone to text Rafe.

rafe [19/04/23: 8:26 am]: let me know how the procedure goes

Precious [19/04/23: 8:30 am]: omg stop babying me

Precious [19/04/23: 8:30 am]: i’m a grown and independent woman, i can handle this.

────── NEW MESSAGE ──────

Precious [19/04/23: 9:45 pm]: i was wrong, i’m totally not a grown and independent woman

You weren’t sure why, but you just had to voice out your fears, and then you’d fell better, less scared.

At least that was what you told yourself. Sticking your phone back into your purse, you inhaled deeply, but quietly, before facing the nurse again, braving a smile.

“Okay, I’m ready.”

An hour later, you were back in the patient room, laid in the bed, a cooling pad pressed against your cheek. You were still drowsy from the anesthesia, and the doctor had told you to wait at least half an hour before calling your cab. You thought about waiting much longer, considering the state you were in.

A gentle knock on your door made you look up, and it was the nurse sticking her head inside the room, smiling at you.

“Someone’s here to see you,” the nurse said gently, before coming inside, and no one other than Rafe was right behind her, his forehead creased with worry.

“Rafe?” you asked, confused, though it sounded more like Wafe? with the swelling in your mouth.

“Precious,” Rafe sighed, sitting down at the end of your bed. “Didn’t I tell you that you’d be freaked out?”

He squeezed your ankle affectionately, before turning towards the nurse.

“Is it okay if I take her home?” he asked her and she nodded, handing him your papers and a bag with what you assumed was medication.

“Yes, that’s fine. Make sure she drinks lots of water. The anesthesia will wear off soon, and she’ll start to feel the pain. We’ve prescribed her some painkillers, and it’s okay if she takes ibuprofen, too,” the nurse told him and Rafe hummed dutifully.

You were still confused.

“I assume we’ll just call the front desk if we have any questions?”

“Yes, absolutely.”

“What?” you blurted out and Rafe turned to you with an exasperated smile, while the nurse laughed.

“She’s still loopy from the anesthesia, that’s completely normal,” she explained and Rafe sighed, chuckling. “It’s good you’re here to take care of her, I was a bit worried when she said she would get a cab home.”

“I was trying to let her be independent.”

“I am independent,” you argued, with a frown and Rafe snickered, standing up.

“Yes, you are. Come on, let’s get you home.”

Packing up your stuff, Rafe let you lean on him as the nurse walked you out, waving from the door as Rafe helped you in the car. The way home passed by in a blur and before you knew it, you were already walking through the front door, Rafe’s arm around your waist.

“Bed or couch?”

“Couch,” you replied, and Rafe took you to the living room, where you quickly curled up on the couch. You sighed softly, already feeling so much better in the safety of your own home.

Rafe left you to your own devices, disappearing somewhere in the back of the house, but it wasn’t long beforr he returned with a fresh ice pack, exchanging it with the one that was basically water at this point.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, wincing when you held the fresh ice pack against your cheek. Even though Rafe had wrapped it in a towel, it was still bitingly cold.

“‘course.”

Rafe sat down on the arm rest of the couch, careful not to tug in your hair, reaching out to brush a few stray strands of hair off your forehead. It was nice like this, and you almost dozed off, still loopy from the anesthesia. The sound of the front door opening, however, piqued your interest and you frowned at Rafe.

“Who’s that?”

“Must be the boys,” Rafe told you and you let out a small huff, getting up.

“Precious, what are you doing?” Rafe asked, exasperated, but you had already followed the sound of the boys, who had apparently brought Whole Foods’ entire stock with them, making camp in your kitchen.

“Hey Precious, how are you doing?” Kelce asked, dumping the grocery bags on the counter. Topper lifted his head to look at you, narrowing his eyes.

“Your cheeks don’t look half as swollen as Rafe had said.”

“Thanks for that,” Rafe said dryly, coming into the kitchen behind you. You only glowered at him, before setting your sights back on Topper and Kelce.

“What are you doing here?”

“We brought groceries, obviously.”

You jutted your lower lip out when Topper pulled out two sixers of beer and a bag full of steaks.

“I can’t have any of that,” you complained and Topper sighed.

“It’s obviously not for you.”

“These are for you,” Kelce said, sliding a pack of your favorite popsicles on the counter. You only frowned.

“Who even invited you here to grill steaks and drink beer,” you grumbled, already ripping open the container, taking a popsicle out, watching as Rafe joined them, unpacking the groceries in your kitchen, apparently.

You had made it your mission to observe, and occasionally comment, while you ate your popsicle.

Your victim?

Topper.

“What’s that,” you asked, when Topper pulled out a takeaway container from a brown paper bag.

“Mash,” he replied, distracted, already pulling out different container from yet another paper bag. Seriously, did they just hit up ever single shop on the island?

“What’s that.”

“Tomato soup.”

Topper set a six pack of gatorade on the counter, glancing at you, like he knew what was coming and you only grinned. Well, as much as you could, anyway.

“… What’s that.”

“Jesus, Precious, aren’t you supposed to rest your mouth to heal?” he bitched at you and you snickered. “Just shut up and eat your damn popsicle.”

You heaved yourself on the kitchen island to watch the guys putter around the kitchen, still unsure why they were here.

“Do you want mash or soup?” Rafe asked you, gently pushing your legs to the side, to open the drawer where you kept the bowls.

You didn’t have enough mental capacity to make a decision. So you didn’t.

“Both.”

Rafe made you two small bowls, one with soup and one with mash respectively, adding a bottle of gatorade to the counter.

“Eat this and finish that gatorade, alright? You’re gonna be in pain when that anesthesia wears off and I just know you’re gonna pump yourself full of painkillers, so get some food into you,” he told you and you were barely able to resist the urge to roll your eyes.

“I’ll go heat up the grill,” Kelce then announced, heading outside and you followed him with your eyes, your annoyance focusing on him as you tosed the popsicle stick in the trash.

“Why are you pouting?” Rafe sighed and you gave him a look.

“Why are you here.”

“To use your pool, obviously,” Topper replied in passing, carrying your cooler outside. You threw a death glare at his retreating form, and Rafe only laughed quietly, shaking his head. He leaned on the counter, his hands on either side of your legs.

“Do you want to eat inside or come out to the backyard with us?”

You frowned. Mostly because you were annoyed that he was treating you like a baby, but also because you liked how he was taking care of you.

But you weren’t gonna tell him that.

“Inside,” you replied, grouchy. “Too hot outside.”

With that, you jumped off the counter, with Rafe making space for you, though you couldn’t help but notice the way his hands were hovering by your waist. Grabbing your two bowls and the gatorade under your arm, you marched yourself back to the couch. You were an independent woman, after all.

Safely arriving in the living room; you put the food on the table, first taking a big sip of your gatorade, before you started eating.

Even though you weren’t hungry, you felt so much better afterwards, if a bit drowsy. No one would blame you if you took a nap, you did undergo a surgery just that morning, and before you knew it, you were passed out on the couch.

You weren’t sure for how long you had napped, but the remaining anesthesia must have left your systems, a dull ache in your jaw waking you from your slumber.

“Ow,” you mumbled drowsily, gently prodding against your cheek with your finger.

Frowning, you looked around the living room. puzzled to see a light blanket draped over your body. When did you get a blanket?

Then, you noticed faint music coming from the backyard and that was when you remembered that you weren’t home alone. Pushing the blanket back, you headed to the backyard, slowly pushing the door open.

The boys were sitting by the table in the shades, a couple of grilled steaks left on a plate, a few open beer bottles strewn on the table, while they played cards. Rafe lifted his head when he heard your foot steps, the corners of his mouth tugging up in a grin.

“Look who’s up,” he grinned and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Don’t test me.”

“Here,” Rafe said, pulling out a pack of ibuprofen out of his pocket. “The anesthesia has worn off, huh?”

“Uh huh.”

Without you saying anything, Kelce pulled a gatorade out of the cooler, placing it in front of you on the table.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, popping an ibuprofen in your mouth, before washing it down with the gatorade, looking around the backyard. You must have slept longer than you thought, the sun just starting to set, painting your backyard in a golden hue. The boys really spent their entire day here while you were sleeping. As you looked at the pool, you furrowed your brows, suddenly remembering Topper’s earlier words.

“Hey, you guys have your own pools!”

“Man, nothing gets past you, huh Precious?” Topper sighed, tossing his cards down to lean back in his chair, looking at you.

So they came to take care of you.

“I’m a big girl,” you argued. “You didn’t have to come here to look after me.”

“Of course we didn’t, you fucking clown,” Kelce sniffed, giving you a dirty look. You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest, taking a beat to stand your ground, before you sat down next to Kelce.

“Thanks,” you grumbled, trying not to show how grateful you were for them, kicking Rafe’s leg affectionately. They had all turned up, but you knew that Rafe spearheaded this. He raised an eyebrow at you, winking secretly and you tried to ignore your cheeks heating up. You must still be loopy from the anesthesia.

“Women are so easy to please.”

“Shut up, Top.”

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author's note: well.... this was unexpected, I know! but what do you guys think? 👀

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YALL NEED TO READ HER STUFF ASAPPPPP

my #1 supporter 🥹🩷🫶 AND YES THE BURNING BEAR PART she is crazy!! honestly toxic!rafe is secretly a loverboy but only to reader ofc 🙂‍↕️

(love how she pasted the parts she liked and added her own reactions 😭 i love her omg)

@starkeyvhs i appreciate you sm 🫶🩷

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I love this sm omg

It will never get old, not in my soul, not in my spirit, keep it alive.

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real! also the fact that people keep on forcing that they both had a "thing" from kiara's kook days, but kiara was 16 and rafe was 19!! and I actually never finished S4 (lmao) but the scene where he visits the surf shack, kiara wasn't nervous cause it's her "crush" and she "doesn't know what to say", she was nervous and literally anxious and jittery cause it was rafe!!!!!!!!

i actually fucking hate the riara storyline that ppl try to force

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cw: intentional use of lower case / wc: 224 / the cameron family masterlist / send in any asks for them!

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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thank you to my baes @lacyydollette ,, @rafesteddy ,, @lordcowgirl for tagging me in this! <3

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my tags: @runningfrom2am ,, @chenslucy ,, @appleciderlove ,, @totalswag ,, @cherrys-muses ,, @ilyrafe ,, @ladyinbl00d + anyone else who wants to do this! xx

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biblically accurate representation of nerd!rafe when his program has an error... again

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the flames rise fast, heat and smoke curling up as the bear catches. the bows are slowly burning. the fur blackening as the fire spreads. you take a photo of the burning bear and post it on your story.

SHE BURNT THE BEAR SHES CRAZY I LOVE HER

“come on, i said i’m sorry,” he murmurs. “i’ll make it up to you. i even bought your strawberry milk that you’re obsessed with."

he's so in love sigh

he lifts the basket slightly. “this is me groveling. in dairy form.”

you let out a small laugh, trying not to smile. “you’re such a loser.”

so cute 🥹

“okay okay, you pick,” he says with a grin. “as long as i get to watch you while you watch the movie.”

WAIT AWWW THATS SO SWEET 🥹🥹

BAEEEEE i loved this sooo much 🫶🫶🫶😋😋😋

toxic!rafe blocking you after an argument

a/n: should i make rafe more toxic? i feel like i prefer a good amount of toxic compared to extreme toxic idk 😞

more of this au here

you just had an argument with rafe. over something stupid, like always. something he said that pissed you off more than it should’ve, and instead of apologizing, he made it worse, brushing it off and acting like you were being dramatic. you told him to leave. he said "glady" and slammed the door.

now you’re standing in the backyard with his dumb little bear cradled in your hands. the one he won for you at the arcade, where he wasted ten bucks just trying to impress you. it was a brown bear with little brown bows on its ears, small and stupidly sweet. you rolled your eyes when he gave it to you, said, “what am i, five?” but you kept it. slept with it sometimes. brought it to his place and left it on his bed like a placeholder when you weren’t there.

right now, you’re too angry to care. the bear he gave you reminds you of him and you don't want to keep it anymore. you want it gone, reduced to ashes. you drop it into the fire pit and light the match without blinking. the flames rise fast, heat and smoke curling up as the bear catches. the bows are slowly burning. the fur blackening as the fire spreads. you take a photo of the burning bear and post it on your story.

he sees it a few minutes later. you watch his name appear on your story viewer list. you tap his name and it’s blank, no posts, no feed. he blocked you. you laugh, shaking your head. he’s so dramatic. like you burned his car, not his stupid bear.

two hours passes. his number’s still in your phone, but why would you call him. not after this. right when you’re about to go to bed, your phone buzzes.

you get a call from him. you were a bit hesitant but you picked up anyway. “come on, i said i’m sorry,” he murmurs. “i’ll make it up to you. i even bought your strawberry milk that you’re obsessed with."

“i’m still mad at you,” you mutter. “and strawberry milk is not a peace offering. it’s a distraction.”

“then let me distract you.” his voice is low, smug, and infuriating.

you sigh. "i'll think about it. " he hums like he’s thinking, then says “wait. i’ll call you back.”

eight minutes pass. your phone lights up again.

| rafe: i’m here | rafe: open the door

you open the door. and there he is, holding a basket with strawberry milk cartons in it. he lifts the basket slightly. “this is me groveling. in dairy form.”

you let out a small laugh, trying not to smile. “you’re such a loser.” he grins “your loser." then tilts his head. “wait does this mean i’m forgiven now?”

you hum, pretending to think. “let me see... sorta. i guess.” he leans closer, grinning. “you can still be mad. just let me in and be mad at me while we drink strawberry milk and watch something stupid.”

“you mean my strawberry milk,” you reply, stepping back. “who said i was sharing?” he bows his head slightly, “my deepest apologies, my lady. i shall hydrate with water… or something questionably expired from your fridge. if you'll allow me." you roll your eyes, but there’s a smile on your face. “you’re lucky i’m feeling generous. you can have one carton. i know you secretly like them too".

you walk to the couch, flop down, and open netflix. he follows and drops onto the couch beside you. “if you put on some boring movie, i’m falling asleep on your shoulder” he says, already stretching out across half the couch like it’s his. you shoot him a look. “you don’t have movie privileges right now. i’m still mad at you, remember?” “okay okay, you pick,” he says with a grin. “as long as i get to watch you while you watch the movie.”

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she's so precious 😭😭

cw: intentional use of lower case / wc: 224 / the cameron family masterlist / send in any asks for them!

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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she's just the sweetest I love writing ab her the most 🥹🥹

cw: intentional use of lower case / wc: 224 / the cameron family masterlist / send in any asks for them!

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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i would love love love if any of my mooties have the time to read through my current draft of the nerd rafe & popular reader fic and lmk if I'm taking a good direction or not && potentially give me some ideas for it too? 🥹 cause I would loveeee to post this fic before my vacation ends :)

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cw: intentional use of lower case / wc: 224 / the cameron family masterlist / send in any asks for them!

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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ahhhh my time to shineeeee to recommend some of my own favs who have smau series and/or written series and/or long fics!

@zyafics / @nadvs / @inthelibrarybtw / @papercranesandinkstains / @7-deadly-cats / @itneverendshere / @obaex / @jjsbank444 / @maybejj + you can scroll through my fic recs tag to get some other stuff && authors!! <3 happy reading 🥰

Pls plssss recommend Rafe Cameron series!! As much as I love short drabbles and stuff, I'm sick of reading them. I want something long, I want something that I can read all night long and daydream about. Helppp.