Reaper

Rafe is spread out on the couch, the remote in his hand as he flips mindlessly through the channels. He looks up when you walk through the door and returns your smile as you shut it behind you.

“Hey babygirl. Where you been?” He pouts, and you almost feel bad about the prank you’re about to pull. Almost.

“Got my nails done” You grin, walking toward him.

“Lemme see.” he reaches for your hand and looks at the fresh set before kissing your knuckles. 

“I didn’t know you had a nail appointment today. How much were they? I'll send you the money.”

You try to act natural as his eyes roam over them, the cherry red color standing out against your skin. 

“Oh, they were free.” You say happily, and Rafe’s eyebrows nearly shoot to his hairline. 

“How’d you swing that? No way they just did them for free.” He looks at them again, and you put on your best act.

“Well I guess they weren’t free. Topper paid for them.” You smile, and his eyes immediately dart up to look at you.

“Topper? As in my friend, topper?” He frowns, his free hand pointing a finger toward himself as he stares at you in disbelief, and you have to fight a laugh as his entire demeanor changes.

“Yeah!” You chirp, a bright smile on your face.

His eyes narrow as his grip grows a little tighter before releasing his hold. 

“Topper paid for your nails? Why?” He asks, his voice growing skeptical and accusatory.

Your brows knit together as you feign confusion, and you look down at him. “To be nice?” You say innocently, and he scoffs. 

“Topper isn’t nice.” He scowls, his thumb gliding across his phone screen as he unlocks it. 

“Well he wanted to pick the color so I told him he had to pay for them.” You explain, and he looks up from his phone. 

“I’m sorry, run that by me again. Topper wanted to pick your nails?” He grits, his jaw clenching as he barely restrains his temper.

You start to answer, but before you can form a word, he’s speaking again. “And you let him?” 

You hold up your hand to show him again, your lips forming a pout in a way you know Rafe can never resist. “Don’t you like them?”

He scratches his temple and tilts his head, nodding curtly. “They’re nice.” He says before he stands, moving past you.

“Where are you going?” You whine, but Rafe doesn’t spare you another glance.

“Im going to Topper's.” He says matter of factly as he reaches for his keys, his muscles taut with anger. 

“Rafe-“ Your small hand wraps around his forearm, but he cuts you off. 

“No, he's getting his ass beat. Why is he paying for my girls nails? And why does he have say in what they look like? And why would he not mention it to me? Nah, thats not gonna fly.” He laughs darkly. 

“Baby, he’s just a friend.” You giggle, but Rafe is far from amused. 

“I am the only man that takes care of you. I don’t give a fuck if he thinks its platonic.” He growls, knuckles already itching for violence.

He's about to open the door when you can finally stop him, rushing forward to wrap your arms around his waist.

“Baby wait! Its a prank!” You laugh, and he turns to look down at you. 

“What?” He deadpans, and you nuzzle into his neck, placing a soft kiss below his ear. 

“Its a prank.” You say again, your voice muffled by his skin and he pulls back from you. 

“What do you mean its a prank?” He questions, his hand still on the door knob, ready to go make it abundantly clear that you’re his.

“Its for TikTok.” You explain, showing him the camera open and recording on your phone, and his face morphs from one of anger to understanding. 

“You and your stupid fucking tiktoks.” He grumbles, taking the phone and tossing it on the counter before scooping you up and putting you over his shoulder, his hand firmly holding onto your thigh. 

“Rafe, what are yo-“ you start, laughing loudly, but he cuts you off. 

I have Polio, bro. I can't walk.

Missed opportunity 😔 just think of the edits 😖

• Your writing IS priceless

• You DON’T need to compete with anyone

• You SHOULDN’T force yourself to write

• It’s ALRIGHT to feel excluded or hurt (don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, your emotions are very valid)

• It’s OKAY to want reblogs and comments

• It’s FINE to bring up ratio (as much as you want, authors deserve support)

• It’s ALSO normal to crave certain, fellow authors to notice your writing, because I know that we ALL do it

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