I Crash Out When Someone Perceives Me Incorrectly

running a tumblr empire is NOT for the weak because tell me why I started sobbing because I can’t make up enough posts and write enough fics to keep my blog maintained while my phone gets taken for two weeks

BOOMSHAKAKALA YES GAWDD

closer than quiet

summary: Rafe is so tall he has to lean down to hear you better. that's it.

warnings: none, me thinks. just a suggestive line at the end ;P

word count: 590

A/N: I couldn't help myself, so I wrote this blurb! this is my first time writing Rafe, let me know what you think! English is not my first language, so I apologize for any grammatical or spelling errors. feedback is appreciated!

The soft hum of the waves was a steady background to the crackling of the bonfire, the flames dancing as the heat mixed with the cool bite of the night breeze. You stood near the fire, feeling the warmth spread through you, but the presence behind you was what made your skin tingle the most.

Rafe was close, an arm wrapped around your waist with a casual ease that made you feel both safe and exposed at the same time. His thumb traced slow, absent circles over your stomach, his other hand holding a beer with the same relaxed grip he used when he wasn’t thinking about much at all. Topper and Kelce were deep in conversation, their voices more distant than usual, as if the world around you had faded into something quieter. Rafe barely added to the chatter, content to stay in his own head—or maybe it was you who had his full attention. You weren’t sure, but it felt like you did.

You turned your head, looking up at him, a soft smile playing on your lips. "You good?" You asked it quietly, as though you already knew the answer, but you wanted to hear him say it anyway.

Rafe didn’t immediately respond, the sound of the ocean filling the silence. Instead, he leaned down, tilting his head as if to catch the softest whisper, even though you’d only spoken in your normal tone. His presence grew even more intense with the movement, his height hovering over you, his face drawing closer in that effortless, unspoken way that made you feel smaller and more drawn in with each inch.

"Hm?" His voice was low, just above a murmur, the sound of it vibrating through your chest.

You flushed at the gesture, a subtle warmth rising in your cheeks. His closeness, his height, the way he made the space around you feel like it shrank to just the two of you—it was disarming in the best way. His breath fanned over your skin, the warmth of it sending a shiver down your spine, and you could almost feel the heartbeat beneath his chest as he leaned in further.

You swallowed, your voice a little shakier this time. "You doing good?" You repeated, hoping your tone sounded steady, but there was no hiding the way he affected you.

Rafe’s grin tugged at the corner of his lips as he felt the slight hitch in your breath, his arm tightening around your waist, pulling you even closer. It was as though he knew exactly how much he was making you feel.

"Yeah, m'good, baby," he hummed, his voice deepening in that way it did when he was in his element. "Just thinking."

"About?" you asked, a whisper now, almost afraid to ask but too curious to hold back.

He tilted his head again, moving in just a little further, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. The closeness, the heat of his breath, was enough to send a shiver all the way down your spine, leaving you breathless.

The moment stretched between you, charged with unspoken words and everything that lay beneath the surface. The bonfire crackled, the night air was cool, but Rafe’s presence was all you could feel now, the pull of him drawing you in further than you’d ever planned to go.

His voice was soft, smooth, laced with that teasing edge that always made your heart skip a beat. "Just thinking about how much fun I’m gonna have taking this little dress off you later."

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ugh so true

I will do anything for my boy Wally and that is a fact.

me because I’ll never be able to see the full play of Milo Mannheim as Seymour..

im to WOKE for this

It popped into my head, now you get it.

re: my post about a ghost and two fine men showing up. mind you this is a similar facial expression AND HAPPENED DURING A SEANCE HELLO

omw to make scripts of this🫡

more dr ideas bcs i have too much of them on my mind and i need an outlet:

: ̗̀➛ a dr with a childhood best friends to lovers storyline

: ̗̀➛ "i only have a soft spot for you" rich ceo x the most oblivious person ever - i just wanna live my 15 y/o wattpad dreams bro leave me alone 😭

: ̗̀➛ private detective

: ̗̀➛ a private school with students who came from the richest families in town - like gossip girl ig, but it's up to you what happens. high drama potential.

: ̗̀➛ a reality where nothing digital exists

: ̗̀➛ spy dr - you're in a group of young secret agents, who are also the strongest in the agency. in the spy world, everyone knows you're the best of them all because you and your team has never failed your missions. think of all the spy stuff you get to do omg. ALSO, if you want to have a s/o, you can script that you met them while doing an undercover mission. little do you know, they're also a spy from a rival agency, going for the same intel you were assigned to look for. this can go two ways: you end up fighting each other and staying rivals (a rivals-to-lovers trope), or you can work together and become the most iconic spy partners. another choice: betray your agency and be on the run with your s/o.

well 🧍‍♀️ as a reminder this blog is NOT a safe space for trump supporters but it IS a safe place for women, queers, trans ppl, people of color, undocumented people, and any marginalized group.