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this is me all day

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request; “tell me about your day” and “wiping their tears when they cry” with rafe?

pairing; rafe x fem!reader

warnings; fluff

authors note; curing my writers block one blurb at a time, request from the list below or send in your ideas for blurbs, one shots, imagines etc.

other ways to say i love you prompt list

Rafe wanted you to quit working.

He’d told you time and time again that he genuinely desired to provide for you.

Enough for you and him.

And the way that you enter his home, hardly standing up— proves his point. No woman of his should ever have to work so hard, but you always insisted.

Because one day, if things went south you’d be left with nothing but empty pockets and a sullen heart.

“‘The fuck happened to you.”

Rafe spat, not at you however, but because he already knew those bastards were overworking his girl. He had such a ‘pleasant’ way of saying hello.

“‘M not in the mood Rafe.”

You voice was deep and low— monotone, and he knew not to prod any further. Typically, as one would know, Rafe would always push bounds but not with you.

Not with the one he knew he needed to stick around more than anything.

Jumping from his seat on the couch, he lets your limp body cling onto him whilst you kick your shoes off by the front door.

“You smell like onion rings,” Rafe concluded. Your job at the Wreck typically had you smelling like all sorts of blubber.

So straightforward and blunt, yet affectionate and merely sorrowful for the ache in your eyes.

“Run me a bath please, m’ gonna collapse.”

With that, he swoops one arm under your legs— carrying you so effortlessly. You stare up at him, hair freshly cut and a musk of freshness.

Rafe watched as you undessed in front of him, so feeble and weak he could hardly take it. A sharp pain daggering at his insides. Offering you his hand— holding it long enough until you settled into the bathtub. Rafe sat at the edge of the tub, craving to keep you company, and to partially make sure you wouldn’t drown from falling asleep in the bathtub.

Something so intimate about seeing his lover so vulnerable, falling apart before him.

In more ways than one.

“Tell me about your day.”

He needed to know who he had to make time to personally fuck with— possibly rearrange their face with one tightened fist. He knows he shouldn’t ask, but from your state— you’re holding too much of it, making your figure even more unstable by carrying that weight. Eyes beginning to glaze over, he knows he’s hit that nerve just right.

“S’just too fucking much, and m’not getting paid enough for this shit-“

To your surprise, as salty tears stream repeatedly down your face— Rafe’s thumb smoothed over the skin of your cheeks catching every single drop; not missing a beat.

Not to say you were stunned, but it’s Rafe.

You’ve always had to get use to the fact that he doesn’t show much emotion— but since the two of you became conjoined at the hip, he’s tried beyond belief.

With your mouth parted, your tears stop; the willing comfort striking you all at once. The corners of Rafe’s mouth pulling into a minuscule smile.

“Just let me take care of you, Princess.”

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dionysus

you literally invented wine, the theatre, and having cats. unfortunately you also invented madness and maybe sometimes encouraged your followers to tear people apart. well... anyway, youre one of those mostly chill people who REALLY know how to party. though everyone does very slightly worry about you. but its probably fine right?

i made a uquiz to figure out which greek god you share vibes with

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i dont want attention i want validation

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sometimes i feel like i want to be worthy of attention and sometimes i want to hide in the corner

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for me maturing is realizing that i cant change the fact that im like my father i can control it

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i like how matt was shook at the fact that jen didn't know who he was like mans out here protecting not even a mile of land, falling into dumpsters, and has probably been in like a few newspapers

btw matt is such a manwhore i love it

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literally emmy rossum slayed this entire film

What raging fire shall flood the soul? What rich desires unlock its door? What sweet seductions lie before us? The Phantom of the Opera (2004) dir. Joel Schumacher

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the urge to be an downtown girl but realize your broke af

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finally watched sita ramam and

THAT SHIT WAS NOT FUNNY

in all honesty, it was a really really good movie and i'll definitely watch it again. this time i watched it in terrible quality on a torrent site but next time i will dish out the cash and cry in 4K UHD 🤭

i cried twice and it was SO worth it, and all the mahanati references......... <333333333333333 the magic house the music the car the way ram called sita savitri UGH UGH UGH </////////////////3 MEN NAMED RAM WILL ALWAYS BREAK MY HEART

anyway. if you havent seen sita ramam, you TOTALLY should, its absolutely stunning, director hanu raghavapudi you will always be famous . im going to rb a lot of gifs now

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reader : omg i’m so hot

marc : no shit

reader : i mean i got fever

marc : oh shit

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TUMBLR HAS ADDED AN EXTRA BUTTON WHEN U REBLOG IM GONNA YELLLLLL

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guys i just watched sita ramam and cried my eyeballs out.

it was so good yall should all watch it !!!

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jeremy allen white + photographed by ben sklar

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#dodging responsibility like a boss

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he can not see

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making me sob

Angst idea, hear me out:

Post moon knight. Layla and Marc get divorced and stay good friends, Steven respects and cares for Layla as a friend. Jake reveals himself. Reader meet the boys through Jake, she falls for Jake first, then Marc & Steven. The boys are in established relationship with her.

One day there comes a mission that requires Layla's help. She agrees. Reader tags along. But at one point, the bad guys (maybe remnants of Harrow's cult seeking revenge) captures her and Layla. Whoever is fronting have only few minutes to save either Layla or you.

The dilemma. The guilt. Jake fighting to take control, and Marc resisting for split second, contemplating, trying and wanting to save Layla first. Then reader.

Steven tries to convince Jake and Marc, more like himself that they can save both Layla and you, but deep down they know that's not the truth.

Marc/Steven chooses to save Layla first, but reader dies.

Jake blames himself, he was supposed to protect reader, his precious sweetheart, his first love and only lover. He promised to keep her safe, but he watched her die in front of him, screaming his name desparately.

Your pleading voice, desparate eyes would haunt Marc/Steven forever. The way you called out to them, arms reaching out, full of trust, screaming in fear. But Layla was the one on their minds at that moment. The guilt would eat them alive everyday.

Jake wanting to hate Marc and Steven, but he can't, so he feels even worse.